Great Wizard Transcending with Mythology - chapter 41

Episode 41

The executioner, Carlos.

He had faced countless enemies of the church so far.

Among them were knights who had made a name for themselves, high-ranking wizards, and leaders of assassination organizations.

Numerous experiences.

Carlos had hunted down and survived such opponents, proving his faith to the church .

His very existence until now was proof of his skill and faith.

Naturally, his pride in himself was also high and firm.

But.

“What is this?”

His firm pride was slowly wavering.

The presence before him.

An existence beyond the standard of “Kyle Grave.”

“My, my body…!”

“Carlos, help… Ugh!”

The bodies of the follower and sincere followers were burning.

Moreover, they were burning in flames called the “Holy Fire” by the heretic.

The Blessing of the church was of no help at all.

Not only Kyle Grave, but even the swords of his knights could not stop it in the slightest.

What on earth is this?

“What kind of unfathomable power is this…!”

The mysterious power emanating from the glove Kyle Grave wore on his fist.

Carlos’s instincts were shouting.

That mysterious power was completely opposite to the power of chaos he served.

A power that exists solely to consume and purify chaos.

Every time Kyle Grave reached out his hand, a golden magical sword was fired.

There was no limit, no reloading time.

Squish!

“Aaaargh!”

Another followers was pierced through the chest by the magical sword screamed again and turned into ashes.

Carlos tried to find Kyle Grave’s weakness by utilizing the sacrifices of these followers.

Surely, there must be limitations to that mysterious power.

If there were none, wouldn’t it be too unreasonable?

However, when the number of followers turned into ashes exceeded twenty, Carlos had to admit it.

“I can’t find a weakness.”

That power is no different from extreme cruelty to themselves, the followers of chaos.

It cannot be broken, nor resisted.

And the moment he realized this fact, Carlos decided to move first.

Before it was too late, and before any more of the followers died.

But.

Clang!

Before he could move, one of Grave’s knights moved his body.

Closing the distance in an instant, a strike approached at a lightning speed.

Chaeng!

Although Carlos reflexively crossed his daggers to block the sword, the attack did not end there.

Using Carlos’s daggers as a foothold, Lepentier jump up.

Carlos opened his eyes wide and raised his head, but he saw nothing.

“I missed!”

Immediately, before Lepentier could cut him, Carlos decided to use “ultimate move” hidden in his collar.

Before Lepentier could cut Carlos, something sprung out of his shadow and parried Lepentier ‘s sword.

Kaeng!

“…Gah?!”

Pushed back by a strong recoil, Lepentier grimaced.

What emerged from Carlos’s shadow moved freely like an animal’s tail.

This surprised Lepentier .

But Carlos also felt deep humiliation at revealing this.

“Darn it!”

In such a situation, in such a humiliating way, he never thought he would have to use a part of the blessing he received from him!

“<Rediak’s Tail>, huh.”

A disgusting voice echoed in his ears. Carlos’s composure was once again disrupted.

Because that statement was true.

“How could you know about this…!”

Even among the church members, few knew about the Blessing of the priests.

But how could someone who was not even a member of the church know so much about the Blessing!

“I know everything.”

With those words, Kyle clapped his hands.

Every time he moved his hands, the magical sword moved and incinerated the helpless followers.

Despite being only fifteen years old, there was no trace of hesitation in his murderous intent, which made Carlos shudder.

“…Monster.”

“To you guys, maybe.”

Even though he said that, Kyle did not stop hunting the followers with his magical sword.

“Aaargh!”

“Ho, chaos…!”

Although Kyle’s gaze was focused on Carlos, the magical sword moved so Blessingfully.

Carlos struggled to block it, but it was meaningless.

And after several repetitions of such a situation, all that remained were about ten followers.

But Kyle remained unscathed, not a drop of blood on him.

He just manipulated the stakes without any gaps.

Carlos could only stare blankly at him.

“I can’t understand….”

He had never felt fear when facing someone else.

Even when he saw the soul of the great priest, he was reverent, but he did not feel fear.

But now, he didn’t want to admit it, but….

“Now, there seem to be about ten of you left, including you. Just in case.”
He was feeling fear.

“Try a bit harder to struggle. It will be quite helpful for me too.”

“Gah, ugh…!”

It was vividly clear.

—

Before the regression, my soul transcended the status of being human.

And that status of the soul remains valid even now, after the regression.

However, the order of the world is strict, and even if the status of the soul is high, if the body does not grow accordingly, it cannot exert its power properly.

That’s why I have been feeling stifled since the regression.

After all, magic did not manifest as it did before the regression.

Due to the limitations of the body, there were limits to the output.

But.

‘Interesting.’

Even now, I was feeling a sense of liberation.

The suffocating feeling I had been feeling until recently was no longer there.

What was the reason for that?

‘Ouroboros.’

Even without thinking deeply, I could reach the answer.

Every time Ouroboros hunts the followers of chaos, it supplies me with power.

And the followers hunted become fertilizer for my growth.

‘Enjoyable.’

Just by removing those seeds of calamity, I could feel this sense of liberation.

What could be better than this?

*Kwack!*

Every time I move the magic sword, I eliminate the followers of chaos and gain power.

Mana?

Mana pours out from the followers of chaos I have eliminated, so there is no room for shortage.

Even if they were fanatics, one could argue that they might feel guilty about taking lives.

But how could I feel guilty?

Each fanatic I kill is someone who has killed countless innocent people in the name of proving their faith.

Receiving the blessing of Jormungandr means just that.

If they had lived righteously, they would not have become fanatics or received Jormungandr’s blessing.

“Pl-please…”

“Why should I?”

For each one you kill, there are people who were unfairly destined to die who will be saved.

Why should I show mercy to such vermin?

Mercy is shown only to those worthy of it.

That aside…

‘Is it time?’

These followers are nothing special.

Even if they received a good blessing, it would be nothing compared to the Ghouls I saw earlier.

But he’s different.

Carlos.

A relatively special position within the clergy, limited to a few executioners, who can receive blessings.

Naturally, the blessing he received is different from others.

‘There should be one more blessing than the one he showed earlier.’

And at that moment.

“Kreee!”

Carlos roared.

His body, which had simply been swinging his tail, suddenly swelled up.

The blessing Carlos showed earlier was <Rediac’s Tail>.

It was a decent blessing, but it was not a high-ranking blessing.

But what I see now.

“<Kaedium’s Resentment>.”

Sixth Priest, Kaedium’s blessing.

As I knew, Carlos received blessings from two priests.

If he received blessings from two priests who were not even followers of chaos, there was only one meaning.

‘He sacrificed a lot.’

It means that countless innocent people’s blood has flowed into the altar of chaos.

Once again, my desire to kill him intensified.

*Kwack!*

Carlos, who had completely transformed, laughed and said, “Interesting, Kyle Grave. I didn’t think you would quietly wait for my awakening.”

“I can’t help it. It’s my dreem to not attack during a transformation.”

“What nonsense…”

Carlos said, flashing his six transformed pupils.

“At any rate, you should acknowledge it. you made me use this blessing. You are undoubtedly a great threat.”

“Why are your lines so typical?”

Are there people who write scripts and type them in?

Why can’t you boast like this?

“…Shut up!”

Carlos raised his arm, grinding his teeth.

Eight arms, just like a real spider.

“Ugh, gross.”

Why a spider, of all things?

On the other hand, the followers seemed to be greatly impressed by Carlos’ appearance, shedding tears.

“Oh, Chaos!”

“This is a high blessing!”

I shook my head at those guys.

“You shouldn’t be touched by that.”

“Why not, Your Majesty?”

Because.

“The way he showed a new blessing is… Kwack!”

“Why, Carlos!”

“Uwaaa?!”

Ignoring the screams of the followers, he continued speaking.

“…like, eating the same follower.”

“It’s sociable, really.”

Carlos, who had eaten all the remaining followers in an instant, looked at me with a grin.

“It’s over.”

Carlos, who wore a satisfied expression, looked at me.

“Blame your arrogance, Duke.”

“…”

“If you had wary against me, you would have brought the swordmaster who serves you along with you. But you didn’t.”

Carlos assumed a posture.

Like a spider hunting its prey, he lowered his posture, extended his neck, and stared at me.

“I will end the lineage of Grave…”

Before he could finish his sentence, I reached out and shot the magic sword.

“Magic Sword, 8-round burst.”

“Kahaha! Do you think such an attack will work on me now?”

*Kwack!*

“Kwaaah!”

Carlos, who had arrogantly extended his hand toward the magic sword, immediately screamed.

It was truly pathetic.

With six arms lost, Carlos writhed and screamed for a long time, then gradually got up panting.

“Kuh… That won’t do. I can’t let my guard down. But I still have six arms left…!”

“Yeah, 8-round burst.”

“Kieeeek!”

Carlos, who lost even the last two arms to the eight-round magic sword, screamed loudly and rolled on the ground.

“…”

Lepentier was looking at us with an expression of disbelief.

“See that, Lepentier ?”

“Um, yes?”

I declared confidently, facing Lepentier ‘s expression of disbelief.

“This is justice.”

Lepentier , who was unable to articulate his thoughts, looked at me with an indescribable expression.

Feeling that I should respond to such a gaze, I took a stance and said.

“Justice prevails.”

“Oh, well…”

He hesitated for a moment, then sighed softly and nodded.

“Yes, let’s say so.”