Chapter 296 â Reproduction of Myths (4)
âKihihihihit! For the king!â
As soon as the command was given, the red knight, Vampire Lord Elohim, moved first. The bat wings and pointed fangs proved he was a vampire, a species that couldnât use half of its power under the sun. However, it was a different story now that Erebosâ fog occupied the area.
Vampire Lord Elohim took two steps, moving faster than sound and without any afterimages, as a bloody aura wrapped around Invidia.
There was a loud sound, and Elohim deflected. His arms were badly shattered, but his regenerative power, based on all the blood he had accumulated over the centuries, meant he was close to immortal. He acted without caring about his body. Thus, even Invidia couldnât cope easily.
âDamn Gluttony! Do you intend to deal with me by borrowing the power of a low ranking warlock?â
However, it wasnât a human voice that answered.
It was White Knight Hipatiaâs scream! A terrible mental wave filled the area, attacking without regard for friend or foe. However, the undeadâs spirits had long decayed, meaning only Invidia received a substantial blow. The sound struck accurately, rattling his nervous system. Invidiaâs mental state was close to invincible, but his host was just a human body. The confused host temporarily escaped from Invidiaâs control.
ăDeath⊠follows behind⊠youâŠ! ă The arch lichâs 8th circle curse magic wrapped around Invidiaâs body. After feeling his body grow heavy rapidly, Invidiaâs eyes turned bloodshot, and he raised his strength.
He had consumed more than half his power in the fight against God King Nuada, but he still had many sword master abilities left. A bloody aura flashed, and the curse on his body exploded.
ââGood, I will play with you! The one who gathers the remnants of the deceased, I will make you regret stumbling in front of me!â
Invidiaâs aura soared into the sky.
The four riders all stiffened for a moment. They were monsters with a considerable amount of experience, but the opponent was a grimoire that had existed since the earliest days of history. It was hard for even the four riders to win against him.
âA clown is speaking such funny words.â However, Jerem chuckled without any fear. âYou donât even know the mistakes you have made, lost in fear after being driven to the extremes. Arenât you just a clown?â
âIâll teach you personally. I will teach you with your life.â
The riders accepted their kingâs will and raised their magic power again. Invidia took on a fighting posture, twitching as the ominous power swept toward him like a wave.
The four riders, including the pale rider, rushed in.
The terror wight screamed, the vampire lord used his blood, and the arch lich launched curses when there was a chance. The aura of death coming from the pale riderâs hands and feet was also terrifying.
This was the second round between the four riders and Invidia.
âThey should last a few minutes without my help.â
After letting his riders face Invidia, Jerem looked at Veronica who was collapsed at his feet. âThis is a quarter-dragon hybrid?â
Veronica was still at the border of death due to the power of the elixir and her own strength. An average person wouldnât have been able to endure the shock and wouldâve died already.
âLetâs see⊠Hrmm, this is a little annoying.â
Black magic, including necromancy, was a magic that dealt with death. Therefore, they had a high sensitivity towards the âsoul.â A 9th circle warlock like Jerem would be able to see it instantly. Theodoreâs body only had eight circles, but Umbra was enough to make up for the lack of power.
Based on Jeremâs judgment, Veronicaâs wounds couldnât be healed with 8th circle magic.
âTsk, I have to patch it up first.â
Umbra shone on Theodoreâs right hand, and a string of green magic power penetrated Veronicaâs body.
An 8th circle magician couldnât cast magic that directly interfered with the soul. However, Jeremâs deep understanding of magic and Umbraâs ability raised that impossibility into the realm of possibilities.
The astral-like magic power transformed into a needle, and Jerem roughly stitched Veronicaâs soul together. Then he shifted his gaze toward Theodoreâs other companion, Randolph.
âOver there⊠the wounds are serious, but he should be fine. A sword masterâs recovery will handle it.â
As long as it wasnât a deadly wound, the body of a sword master would recover quickly with time and nutrition. There were a few broken ribs and damaged lungs, but they would help with a few days of nursing. His injuries couldnât compare to Veronica, whose soul was torn apart.
In case something might happen, Jerem moved Veronica and then looked at the battlefield, which was becoming more disadvantageous. His four riders were quite busy, but they were being pushed back after Invidia opened the lid of his power.
âIndeed, this is one of the Seven Sins despite being a non-combatant.â
Invidia had already spent most of his power against Nuada. If Invidia were at full strength, Jerem would be at a disadvantage. Therefore, Jerem needed to kill him here. Jerem smiled evilly with Theodoreâs face. It was burdensome to confront Invidia with a body that was only at the 8th circle and possessed insufficient strength.
Therefore, he needed to add more power.
ăAnswer me, pillars of the underworld! ă
It had been a few centuries since the legitimate owner opened the door. The barrier to the back of the material world opened its mouth.
Named after a mythical record, Tartarus, this was the space where Jerem had placed the undead he created in his prime: a bone dragon, made from the body of a black dragon; a death knight lord, made from a grandmasterâs body; a chimera daemon, created from the fusion of a human and demon body; and a hydra, a legendary creature in this era.
If he released even just one of them, it would be a disaster on a continental scale. It had been different during the Age of Mythology when there had been nearly 100 grandmasters. In this era, his undead were invincible monsters.
They were so powerful that only a few 8th circle magicians together could control them.
âGhoul prince, helix ogre. These two should be enough.â
Both undead answered Jeremâs call and rose from the abyss.
â â â â â â â â âââ!!
â â â â â â â âââ!!
An ogre with four horns, magma-like eyeballs, dark leather, and a mace in its hands emerged, with the ghoul prince following him. Each of them was the incarnation of disaster, like an adult dragon. For Jerem to set a target for them, it was comparable to sentencing the target to a death penalty.
Two monsters that could collapse the balance were released.
This was an earth-shaking fight. Only a short amount of time had passed, but the amount of power exchanged between the opponents was enough to destroy a kingdom several times over. On one side was a notorious grimoire from the Age of Mythology, and on the other side was a warlock who had almost turned the entire continent into a living hell.
Either way, it would clearly be a disaster regardless of who won. In the end, a winner was produced.
âKneel. The circus is over, so the clown has no right to raise his head in front of the king.â
The red knight acted as soon as Jerem spoke.
Invidiaâs face was pushed into the ground. Invidia wanted to resist, but his limbs had been cut off, and his stockpile of Aura Abilities was depleted, leaving him powerless to fight back.
Of course, the damage that Jeremâs undead received was enormous.
The red knight consumed 80% of the blood he had collected over the centuries, while the white knight and black knight wouldnât be able to move until their bodies were restored. The ghoul prince and helix ogre were in the same state as they returned to Tartarus.
If Invidia still had all his divine artifacts, Jerem would never have won this fight.
âWell, I canât call you cowardly because I also used an external force. It is time to end this Seven Sins grimoire, who built up a futile thing.â
âHmm?â Jerem wanted to listen to what Invidia had to say and nodded to the red knight. Then the red knight removed his foot, and Invidia raised his head to say, âTell me. You said that I made a mistake, and you would teach me with my life.â
âAh, there was that.â Jerem nodded as he was reminded. âIt isnât a big deal, clown. You chose the wrong path from the beginning.â
âWhat does that mean?â
âJudging by my intuition, you are trying to gather Aura Abilities and fit them together like a puzzle, right? You thought to reach transcendence by filling up all these deficiencies and going backward to achieve it.â
Invidiaâs body shook at the words. He wasnât angry. Rather, he felt awe and envy that Jerem had noticed all of this despite meeting him only once.
Jerem continued talking like he didnât know Invidiaâs feelings. âYour idea was wrong, idiot. Transcendence isnât like a puzzle. It is fundamentally different. Just like a solid surface canât become a three-dimensional surface, your thousands of years were worthless.â
For a mortal to walk on the path of transcendence, they needed to tear down the surface and cross the wall. In order to cross that wall with the power of a mortal, the power needed to be concentrated on one point. Invidiaâs âpuzzleâ was the complete opposite answer.
Perfection and transcendence had nothing in common.
All transcendents understood this fact, but Invidia didnât know it. He had infinite time and resources, but he had been carried away by his own beliefs instead of listening to others. Indeed, it was the reason why Invidia was responsible for the âenvyâ sin.
Invidia stiffened when faced with the truth.
Meanwhile, the king of the end spoke in a low voice, âNow, it is time to pay the price.â
Jerem placed a hand on Invidiaâs head and âordered,â ăDeath.ă
This wasnât magic. It was much closer to the source, a power which had left the mortal realm and was adjacent to the realm of the gods. One of the great magicians of the Age of Mythology had defined it as thisâOrder.
It was the expression of oneâs own will, a power that carried out the will to the world. The closest thing to it was Dragonâs Words. The Order could spark a natural disaster with just one word. Many magicians had researched into it, and not one of them had succeeded.
âI⊠Am I going to disappearâŠ?â Invidia spoke with astonishment. It was then that Jerem realized that he had succeeded.
âNonsense, this is nonsense. You arenât Sloth or Wrath. Even if you have Gluttony, for a human warlockâŠ!â The parasitic grimoire, Invidia, could find another body if this host died. So, he was calm before death.
However, what if the grimoire itself disappeared? While Invidia faced an unforeseen crisis, Jerem used the power again.
âDeath Sentence. No, Power Word Kill would be great.â It was a power that Jerem hadnât been able to use in his prime. However, it was possible to reproduce it by utilizing the knowledge of Dragon Words gained from the sea dragonâs blood inside Theodoreâs body.
âDeathâ was the concept most familiar to warlocks. Unfortunately, Invidia became the test of this âOrderâ and was suddenly in a position to be destroyed.
âN-No! I canât disappear like this! I will make note of this error and in the next experimentââŠâ He struggled until the end, before Invidiaâs elderly voice was cut off.
It was the last of âEnvyâ of the Seven Sins, a grimoire from the Age of Mythology. Of course, the information would be passed to the real body outside the dimension, but it would take at least 10,000 years for the grimoire to return.
Jerem was convinced that he would never see the grimoire again.
ââKuhuk.â The joy that was hard to restrain boiled up inside him as his mouth opened. âKuhahahaha! Excellent, truly excellent! Divinity, dragon blood, Umbra! There is even this Jeremâs soul! If I use this body, I can become a god without the help of a great demon!â
Who wouldnât savor a host with so many things gathered in his body? No, not just that. Jerem was reminded of something he had forgotten. There was one more, apart from the grimoire Deathâs Worship where his soul was sealed.
Any magician who knew the power of the Seven Sins desired the grimoire, Gluttony.
âI wish to talk to you, Gluttony,â Jerem spoke in an excited voice as he felt the bottomless presence in his left hand.
A few seconds later, a dark voice was heard from within, -âŠYou know me?
âThatâs right. Any magician would want to be with you. It is the same with this Jerem, who wants to be recognized as your user.â
This was the grimoire with infinite wisdom, Gluttony. Jerem looked at the palm of his left hand with a dark greed.
It wasnât just the knowledge from the Age of Mythology. According to the rumors, this grimoire contained even the magic of other worlds. In the past, Jerem had treated it as just a rumor. However, after receiving Theodoreâs memories, he became almost certain of it.
This grimoire contained the truth that all magicians must obtain!
Gluttony was silent after receiving the suggestion.
However, the nervous Jerem persevered, âGluttony, I was told that your purpose is to achieve the 10th circle in magic. Is that true?â
âThen shouldnât I be the best fit?â Jerem called himself the âbestâ and summed up the reasons why he should be Gluttonyâs master. âThe child who was your former user canât even compare with me, who has already reached the 9th circle. And I donât have the unnecessary sense of justice that will hold back a magician.â
âI am different. I learn magic for my own cause and am seeking the same destination as you. I will reach the ultimate form, even if I have to consume all life in this world. Is there anyone in this age who is more qualified than me?â
No, Jerem was filled with confidence and believed that Gluttony would choose him.
There had been two 8th circle magicians in this age, and now only one remained. If Jerem didnât follow up on treatment, that one remaining magician would die. A grimoire wouldnât choose that person as a host, so Jerem had no reason to worry about it.
Unsurprisingly, Gluttony responded to his proposal, -Certainly. Your proposal is reasonable.
âA magician should pursue rationality.â
-Thatâs right. My user was quite immature and had many stifling morals. Compared to him, you are a perfect magician.
Jerem listened up to there and felt delighted.
âŠUntil he heard Gluttonyâs next words.
ââŠWhat did you just say?â
-I wonât accept you as my user.
âWhy? What am I lacking? Or did you like the previous user?â
While Jerem was thinking that it was ridiculous, Gluttony revealed his reason, -I donât like Theodore Miller. It isnât because you lack anything. I just donât want to tolerate this situation.
-Iâll get my user back, Gluttony spoke these words and ordered an artifact to be melted into him. It was the kingâs flagpole that Theodore had received from the royal family during his involvement in the Soldun civil war.
At that time, Theodore hadnât been able to swallow it.
[Poseidonâs Trident has been consumed. The status of the divine artifact isnât perfect.]
[The divinity of the water (small) has been acquired. The flow of water will move in a direction favorable to the user. You can interfere with currents, including ocean currents, as your proficiency increases. Regardless of elemental affinity, you can contract with water elementals.]
[Your understanding of the flow has greatly increased. You will be able to grasp the flow of the world with your senses, rather than just touch.]
Jeremâs expression changed at the sudden notification windows. What was going on? He didnât know what connection consuming this divine artifact had with taking back the user. If even a 9th circle magician had no clue, then it was impossible to find an answer.
Read Latest Chapters at wuxiaworld.eu
In the end, Jerem gave up trying to deduce the reason and opened his mouth, âWhat are you doing? This body is already mine. It belongs to me, Jerem!â
-You donât need to know, Gluttony said, ignoring Jerem. Then it spoke to someone in a frosty voice, -Get started.
Someone who was hiding in secret answered vigorously, [Hoing!]
Current schedule:Â 6 chapters a week to match the authorâs release rate.
I have also updated my  to reflect my new novels. Every tier has early access to a certain number of unedited chapters and the chapters will be updated after I finish releasing the chapters for the day