Chapter 378: Reunion
The remaining two days.
The planet purification operation was flowing incredibly smoothly.
When Kim Minwoo's overwhelming undead legion and the Seven Lords Yoo Honbi's absolute martial prowess combined, the orcs remaining on the planet were helplessly sliced away like a harvested wheat field.
The planet's earth, which had been steeped in blood and deadly poison, was perfectly transforming into an endless territory of death at the tip of Kim Minwoo's fingers.
However, it was when that massacre reached its climax.
Kuung―!
Along with an unpleasant vibration, the entire grand canyon fluctuated, cracking open.
"……!"
The planet's atmosphere itself was pressed down heavily like lead, and a terrible sense of pressure that made even breathing burdensome covered the entire blood-red battlefield.
The body of Yoo Honbi, who was watching the situation from the fortress wall, turned rigid like stone.
Her blood-red pupils dilated massively as if they would tear toward beyond the horizon.
Piercing through the thick dirt dust, someone was slowly walking over.
Udeudeuk.
The grip holding her demonic sword turned pale white and trembled violently.
"That is……."
Kim Minwoo's black pupils also narrowed.
The apostle of the Outer God and the true ruler of this destroyed planet. The Orc Hero Mutakta.
A size of barely 3 meters, no different from an ordinary orc.
It had the appearance of an ordinary orc, but the pitch-black energy dormant within it was of a density that transcended imagination.
Every time the guy took a step, compressed mana overflowed, turning the earth pitch-black, and the space itself distorted like a haze, unable to withstand the mass.
Wherever his footprints were stamped, the rocks shattered into pieces like glass, and even those remnants turned into black dust and scattered in the empty air.
"Ah…… Aaaah!"
Facing that bizarre figure, a beast-like scream burst out of Yoo Honbi's mouth.
An unforgettable face.
The sworn enemy she had pledged to tear apart flesh and bone, dedicating her entire life.
Even though the hundred thousand Demonic Cultists and martial artists had united in the past and waged a desperate resistance while vomiting blood, it was exactly that terrible monster that crushed her father, the Heavenly Demon's head like a watermelon with a single swing of his axe and destroyed her homeland.
The blood drops of her father, who had thrown her young self into the dimensional rift and died in her stead, flickered before her eyes.
"Mutaktaaaaaaa!!"
Losing her reason, Yoo Honbi exploded her dark red, blood-like demonic energy like a volcano and shot forward, kicking off the fortress wall.
Kim Minwoo didn't even have the time to restrain her.
Yoo Honbi, who had lost her reason to anger.
Her demonic sword fell like a thunderbolt toward the crown of Mutakta's head.
A full-power strike that seemed as if it would split the grand canyon in two.
The essence of the Heavenly Demon Divine Arts, containing all the grudges of the Demonic Cult, condensed into dark red astral qi and fell upon Mutakta.
Mutakta did not dodge.
He merely lifted lightly the massive greatsword held in his hand, Butcher.
Kaaaang―!
The moment the greatsword imbued with the Outer God's compressed energy and the demonic sword clashed, Yoo Honbi's dark red astral qi shattered to pieces like a sheet of paper.
The aftermath of the collision spread out in concentric circles, and the rock walls of the grand canyon were sheared away by dozens of meters, pouring out stone dust.
"Keueuk……!"
At that nonsensical repulsion, black blood burst out from Yoo Honbi's mouth.
Her body bounced backward like a cannonball, but Yoo Honbi forced her posture upright while rolling on the ground.
Looking down at her indifferently, Mutakta tilted his head.
―Chwik. You are…….
To a monster that had destroyed a planet and massacred millions, there was no way the faces of the humans he had butchered would remain in his memory one by one.
However, the energy of the supreme martial arts Yoo Honbi spewed was definitely familiar. As if finally recalling something, Mutakta's eye glints flashed.
―Are you the child of that human.
The Heavenly Demon who had lunged at him with paltry swordsmanship in the past, only to have his head crushed by an axe.
Realizing she was the bloodline of that man, Mutakta nodded his head as if he understood.
"……I will definitely kill you!"
Blood-red tears flowed down from Yoo Honbi's eyes, glaring so wide her blood vessels seemed ready to burst.
However, even after hearing that scream, Mutakta merely sniffed as if he had no inspiration whatsoever.
―A somewhat decent warrior. You are at that level.
Mutakta took a step forward.
Just by that, the atmosphere was crushed, and Yoo Honbi's knees shook as if they would buckle.
―Chwik. Your outcry is merely empty, human.
"Die!"
Dozens, hundreds of dark red trajectories poured toward Mutakta's entire body like a storm.
It was a ruinous offensive containing everything she had polished while ascending to the position of the Seven Lords in Heavenly City District 1.
Kwaaaaang! Kwang! Kaaaang!
However, Mutakta lightly blocked all those attacks by swinging his greatsword, Butcher, tuk-tuk, as if it was no big deal.
Having deflected the offensive of hundreds of exchanges containing everything of one of the Seven Lords far too lightly, Mutakta's gaze had already passed Yoo Honbi and was stickily fixed on Kim Minwoo and the Legion Commanders standing behind her.
Just as Mutakta was looking at them, Kim Minwoo was also staring intently at Mutakta.
[Deploying skill, Evil Eye (EX)!]
[The status of the target is distantly high!]
[Only an extremely small portion of information is analyzed!]
[Name: Mutakta]
[Species: Orc (Apostle of an Outer God)]
[Level: ?????]
[Equipment Level: ?????]
[Traits: ?#@!?@!%@!#@#@!!@!!#@!$!@#!@#$!#!@#!$#%@#@$%]
[Thought on the target: An interesting strong one.]
Checking the message window, Kim Minwoo inwardly clicked his tongue.
His Evil Eye was a whopping EX rank.
An absolute authority that could strip and read the information of decent monsters or Awakened down to the bone.
However, Mutakta's information window was entirely plastered with question marks and broken text, from his level to his equipment and traits. A phenomenon that only occurred when facing Baal, the 1st ranked Grand Lord of the Demon Realm, or the Dragon Lord Arcaea, whom he had experienced in the stage 5 arena in the past.
It meant the status of that orc was that unimaginably high.
Kim Minwoo glanced sideways at Yoo Honbi, who was vomiting blood and letting out rough breaths beside him.
One of the Seven Lords standing at the apex of the Heavenly City.
However, Mutakta casually deflected the Seven Lords' sure-kill strikes with his greatsword, just as if blocking a tree branch swung by a neighborhood kid.
Rather than fighting, it was at the level of unilaterally playing around.
'This is, stronger than I thought…….'
Even if he was an apostle, there would be a hierarchy.
He thought Mutakta would be below the Dragon Lord, but he even thought that this orc might rather be stronger.
Perfect disregard.
At Mutakta's attitude of coercing a battle while fixing his gaze on others with her right in front of him, Yoo Honbi ground her teeth audibly with uncontrollable humiliation and anger.
However, she could not lunge again.
From the guy's relaxed attitude of lightly repelling a hundred exchanges, she had realized the cruel truth to the bone.
That terrible axe swing in the past that had turned her father, who was called the greatest in the world, into meat paste in a single strike.
Even that had been nothing more than a light hand gesture to swat away a bothersome mayfly.
She had fled to the dimensional rift, rolled in the mud of the Heavenly City, and ascended to the ranks of the Seven Lords.
She held onto the vain hope that if she repeated bone-cutting training, she would someday be able to strike that sworn enemy's neck.
She had held on tenaciously holding onto that.
However, Mutakta's strength, faced before her eyes, was distantly transcending her shallow imagination.
The conclusion was one.
That this monster before her eyes was an absolute disaster she could never handle no matter what she did alone as she was now.
Yoo Honbi's teeth ground until they bled. Her fingernails dug into her flesh, and streams of blood flowed from her palms, but her eyes were blankly dead, to the point of not even feeling that pain.
Kim Minwoo shrugged his shoulders.
'I can't forget it. That face.'
In the past, the Eternity Battlefield, the first arrangement of the Death Lord.
The final boss that had literally smashed his low-level self to pieces there.
Kim Minwoo re-gripped Hell Rhapsody and flicked his finger in the empty air.
Paaaaat―!
Behind his back, a pitch-black energy of death boiled, and the four Legion Commanders manifested simultaneously.
Cedric draped in blood-red dragon scales, the silver-haired witch Merhen, Vulcan spewing black flame, and even Olivia hidden in the shadow.
"……An apostle."
Even the Legion Commanders who had experienced all sorts of hardships in the Demon Realm simultaneously raised their momentum and took a combat stance at the sight of the orc heavily draped in the compressed Outer God's energy.
Among them, Cedric's reaction was exceptionally fierce.
Eudeuk.
Cedric's jawbone ground as if it would break.
His blue eye glints dilated as if they would tear, and spewed a ferocious murderous intent.
He had no choice.
Because that monster was exactly the culprit who trampled his proud life, perfectly broke even the fighting spirit of a knight who did not fear death, and trapped him in a hellish cycle of eternally repeating defeat.
That guy was exactly the nightmare that had first engraved overwhelming fear and despair deep into Cedric's bones.
―……Chwik. Are you, that dragon knight from back then?
―……It is an honor that you remember, orc.
Cedric re-gripped his blood-red spear and growled like a beast.
The dragon flame spewing from the tip of his spear wavered as if responding to his anger, distorting the surrounding air.
Mutakta's gaze this time headed toward Kim Minwoo standing next to Cedric.
A bizarre and blatant smell of death grazing the tip of his nose. It was the smell of the wicked Lich who had dared to oppose the great Outer God.
―The Death Lord. You are the successor of that specter. Chwik.
Mutakta arrogantly aimed his greatsword Butcher toward Kim Minwoo.
The moment the pitch-black energy flowing down from the tip of the sword touched the ground, the earth cracked, and black fissures stretched out in all directions like a spiderweb.
―Come at me.
No more words were needed.
