Chapter 750
The sky flashed, and the stars of Lete fell.
Five silver orbs descended, leaving behind white tails, and the members of the Executioners cast off the cloaks wrapped around their bodies.
Kuuuuururururururung!
When the stars struck the ground, a deafening roar and fiery explosions burst forth. Lete lazily half-opened her eyes, within which clear star-shaped pupils gleamed.
‘These bastards.’
Through the hazy smoke, the forms of the Executioners appeared.
Some had their modified bodies swell and bulge as their clothes tore apart, others had transformed into monsters or serpentine forms, and others exhaled poison from their skin.
Every single one of them had either evaded or destroyed the falling stars mid-air.
‘Not a single one here is ordinary.’
At the very front, a long-haired member of the Executioners clasped both hands together. The air between his palms twisted as it was rapidly drawn inward.
In the blink of an eye, he created a vortex and unleashed it, a signal for all the Executioners’ members’ long-range attacks to fly forth.
“Hmph.”
Unfazed, Lete spread out a wall of holiness, manifested by her divine authority, blocking their counterattack.
Black magic, poison, curses—all of it was meaningless before the wall a Saint had created.
“!”
Yet, one arrow pierced through the white wall, flying straight toward Lete’s face. She caught it with her fingertips.
“Ha, what’s this.”
Lete sneered, tightening her grip. Crack! The arrow snapped in two.
“There’s even a Priest?”
Among the Executioners' members, one could be seen raising his arm, having fired holy magic. Lete swung both arms violently.
Wooooooong!
As if in response to her power, stars glittered in the sky, though night had not yet even fallen.
“So, the Executioners has achieved the fusion of those two difficult factions.”
Once again, Lete called down countless stars, and the members of the Executioners leapt away.
As their battle raged fiercely—
Step, step, step.
Simon walked toward Bleto, the mastermind behind it all. Bleto, having summoned dark spirits around him, awaited calmly.
“I wondered who you were. One who came from the same future as me.”
His lips opened.
“Why do you aid the Witch of Death?”
Before aiding Neftis, it had been to aid his father and mother.
There was no need to reveal such things, so Simon held his silence, drawing forth his power.
Chhhzzzzzz-!
His opponent was the leader of the Executioners’ group, a figure of great renown.
Without the Legion’s strength, victory was impossible.
Feer was not present, but fortunately, he had brought along one of the Legion’s general-class undead. Simon’s own original creation, one that had not existed in this era.
As he spread his palm, a staff with eyes, nose, and mouth whooshed into his grasp.
“Let’s go, Herseba.”
[Ooonyaaa!]
Golden drapes of light flashed, wrapping around Simon’s body. Gripping Herseba, Simon stomped off the ground and leapt into the air.
“Will you not reveal your identity? I have a guess, judging by that power.”
He slid off his gauntlet briefly, then put it back on.
“My name is Bleto, the only surviving Dark Spirit Summoner of the continent, and the continent’s strongest Spirit Summoner.”
The dark spirits all tilted their heads back at once, then spewed forth black flames.
The power far exceeded what Simon had seen at the orphanage. Each flame was the size of a man’s torso.
“Continent’s strongest?”
While charging, Simon slammed Herseba into the ground. The authority of ‘Golden Transmutation’ activated, and the ground ahead rose like a golden wall.
Kuuukuung-!
The explosions rocked the wall violently. Each flame possessed tremendous destructive force, carving deep scars into the wall before fading.
With his back against the wall, Simon said,
“Introducing yourself as the strongest sounds like arrogance.”
“Hah, nonsense. I am the only top-class Spirit Summoner in this world.”
He waved his arm.
“And I am also the only one who can open a Core, taint a spirit with Darkness, and command it in battle.”
About twenty dark spirits unleashed a fierce assault. Simon struck the ground repeatedly with Herseba, endlessly expanding the golden wall.
‘Indeed, Darkness flows within those spirits.’
It was fascinating.
In this world, there truly were all kinds of necromancers, even such a corrupted Spirit Summoner.
[Are you really impressed by mere Dark Spirits?]
As if reading his thoughts, Herseba suddenly spoke.
[When you stand before me, who wields the Golden Authority and commands mummies?]
“Of course, you’re the best, Herseba.”
[That’s right, that’s right!]
From Herseba’s thoughts came waves of joy and eagerness. To feel and draw out the emotions of an Ancient-class undead—that too was the role of a Legion General. Simon lifted Herseba high and slammed it into the ground.
“Let’s go with our usual combination!”
[Okay!]
From the golden ground, sewer-like holes opened, and mummies crawled out.
From Simon’s subspace, zombies spilled forth.
The mummies wound their bandages around the zombies’ bodies, then, as though in a coordinated maneuver, hurled them smoothly over the golden wall.
Bwoooong!
The zombies traced arcs through the air, like hammer throws.
“Pointless.”
Bleto responded swiftly. He halted the spirits’ attack and redirected them to target the incoming zombies.
As the spirits prepared to burn them down with black flames—
<Corpse Explosion>
Behind the wall, Simon clenched his fist.
Before they could be destroyed, the zombies self-detonated in midair. A savage shockwave blasted forth, forcing back the spirits, and Bleto hastily raised a Dark Shield at the front.
‘What trickery is this…’
Bleto’s eyes widened in shock.
Through the smoke of the explosions caused by Corpse Explosion, a radiant white figure suddenly thrust its head out.
“Die!”
Laughing brightly, Lete swung down her arm. Sweat trickled down Bleto’s forehead.
‘She still had time to spare, even while fighting all those underlings, to strike at me!’
Lete’s stars bombarded Bleto’s position in succession. The dark spirits dissipated the instant they touched the light, and Bleto hastily cloaked his body in Darkness and dodged.
As holiness touched him directly, chunks of Darkness were carved away.
‘Too much loss of Darkness.’
Looking up, Bleto predicted the timing of the falling stars. When two exploded to the left and right, he dove into the center.
Pop!
But then, from within the very explosion lethal to any necromancer, a blue-haired boy burst forth.
‘How!’
There was no time to ponder. Simon instantly closed the distance and threw a punch, forcing Bleto to cross his arms in a desperate block.
His body was shoved back, and at that moment, a golden wall rose behind him, blocking his retreat.
‘Damn!’
‘The timing is perfect!’
Herseba flew through the air into Simon’s hand.
No hesitation.
Simon unleashed his trump card.
<Herseba’s Original – World of Sand>
Sand surged from the air, engulfing Simon and Bleto both.
“…….”
Consciousness, briefly severed, returned.
Bleto opened his eyes and looked around.
Fwoooosh—
He was now standing in the middle of a barren desert. The only phenomenon was the occasional swirl of sandstorms.
Around him, nothing but endless sand, under a clear blue sky.
‘A personal dungeon? Remarkable.’
He turned his head.
Not far away, Simon was approaching.
“You look so confident. Do you think dragging me here for a moment means you can win?”
“Of course—”
Simon’s eyes gleamed with resolve.
At the same time, enormous eyelids belonging to Herseba appeared in the sky, staring down at Bleto.
“I will win!”
[I will win!]
Simon raised his joined middle and index fingers to the sky. The world of sand trembled, and golden structures began to rise everywhere.
Towers, plazas, fountains, mansions.
Centered around Simon and Bleto, a golden city formed out of sand. And within it, the residents of death—the mummies—glared with glowing eyes from the windows.
“Impressive.”
Bleto drew out a syringe filled with strange liquid from his belt, and without hesitation, stabbed it into his neck. His gaze turned turbid.
“Seize him!”
At Simon’s command, mummies hurled their bandages from every building.
With staggered, drunken-looking movements, Bleto ducked and bent his waist. The bandages barely grazed past, leaving shallow cuts across his skin.
Kwooom!
Bleto stomped hard on the ground. A pool of Darkness spread beneath him, and once again the swollen, overgrown dark spirits burst forth.
Fwaaaaah!
Fwaaaah!
It was like watching a fleet’s bombardment. The dark spirits unleashed black magic in every direction, collapsing towers, smashing plazas, and even burning away the mummies inside them.
[That bastard of the Executioners’ is no joke.]
Herseba’s voice resounded in Simon’s mind.
[Kid, you’ve analyzed his full power, right?]
“Of course.”
A strange enemy—dark spirits—first encountered at the orphanage.
Simon had no doubt this man was from the Executioners, and he had sought advice from Richard.
—...Dark Spirits are rare even among spirit summoners. Strictly speaking, their origin is not elemental, but negative energy. In other words, human mental strength.
Dark Spirits are beings born from negative emotions such as human anger, sorrow, and hatred. Naturally, a Dark Spirit Summoner handling them would also have their mind broken and be consumed by emotions.
Moreover, being struck by these spirits’ attacks inflicts severe mental corruption upon the target.
‘In short, don’t even get grazed, don’t let them hit once.’
He could strengthen Herseba’s mummies into the ‘Royal Guard’ and overwhelm Bleto with relentless offense, but his opponent was a summoner who corrupted the mind.
For that kind of fight, Simon had the perfect suit.
Even as the cityscape trembled with the ferocious clash of Bleto and Herseba—
Woooooong!
Simon prepared the dragon’s magic.
At last, when the spell was ready, the bones of a drake clamped onto Simon’s body, piece by piece, forming a sleek suit of armor.
<Simon’s Original – Dragonian>
The moment the suit was completed, Simon kicked off the ground and charged.
Violet sparks of Chaos crackled and leapt, as his body instantly rushed into the heart of the battlefield.
“Hmph.”
Bleto, battling the mummies, spotted him and thrust out his arm. The dark spirits fired negative magic.
‘Block it!’
Woooooong!
As if waiting for it, scales unfolded before Simon in a honeycomb formation. The spirits’ attacks broke apart midair, failing to pierce through.
“You keep pulling out bizarre techniques.”
This time Bleto raised his left arm. Nearly half of the dark spirits converged, their forms crushed together, creating a new monstrous figure.
At that sight, Herseba’s urgent voice rang out.
[Kid! That one’s dangerous!]
‘Then I’ll just make it unusable!’
Calmly, Simon scattered his scales outward.
<Dragonian Combo Technique – Sealing Barrier>
Scales whirled around Simon and Bleto, enclosing them. Bleto’s face twisted with shock.
‘The spirits!’
They were vanishing. The negative energy cloaking his body was gone, and even the powerful black magic forming in his left hand had disappeared without a trace.
Only martial combat remained possible here, as the Dragonian-suited Simon charged.
Bwoooong!
A sharp straight punch, reinforced by the Dragonian suit, shot forward. Bleto canceled his dark magic in haste and blocked with his arm.
Tak!
Bleto kicked, but Simon twisted his head aside and pressed in closer.
Their fists clashed several times in the center.
Papapap! Pak! Tatat! Bababat!
Soon, their fists and feet traded blows in a relentless barrage. Even without spirit magic, Bleto’s martial combat excelled. Against Simon, wielding the Dragonian’s might, he did not yield an inch.
Crack!
In fact, Bleto landed a blow on Simon’s drake helmet. Simon staggered, and Bleto, seizing momentum, lunged in.
Thud! Crack! Puk!
He pummeled Simon without pause, not giving him a chance to counter.
And at the moment when he felt something off—
Whack!
A kick slammed into the back of his head.
Staggering and turning, Bleto saw Simon standing with leg extended.
‘When did he slip out of the suit?’
What he had struck just now was merely the empty armor.
Simon, bare-bodied again, clashed with him directly. Then—
Crack!
The empty suit itself punched Bleto’s face. Blood sprayed from his mouth, and several teeth flew.
“What kind of trickery is this!”
Amazingly, the Bone Armor suit, without a user, was moving on its own while keeping its form.
A secret skill Simon had learned from both future and past Richard.
The pinnacle of Bone Armor Control—“Imago”.
Simon and the Dragonian suit stood side by side, fists and kicks pounding in unison. With four pairs of limbs attacking madly, Bleto, with only two arms, was beaten back without end.
It was as though Simon had split into two.
“Grrrk!”
Blows landed clean on Bleto, blood gushing from his nose. Even then, he tried summoning dark spirits again, but for some reason, the magic circle itself would not unfold.
<Hongpeng’s Original – Chwita>
Simon’s Darkness-imbued fist surged forth, scattering smoke. As Bleto defended, the Dragonian suit slipped into the gap, raising its palm upward.
<Hongpeng’s Original – Shockwave>
Craaaaash!
‘The suit without a master is using martial combat!’
Before the thought finished, Bleto’s body was launched skyward. Simon leapt after him, twisting midair, and swung his leg down.
Kwaaaaaaang!
Bleto’s body slammed into the sandy ground, raising a massive geyser of dust.
‘Haaah, haaah.’
Simon, sweat dripping, looked down.
‘I thought that was decisive…’
Yet he still felt Bleto’s Darkness.
Fwaaaaaaaaah!
When that Darkness spread in every direction, Simon’s pupils shook.
‘Urgh!’
Suddenly his chest felt like it would burst. Sorrow swelled, anger surged, deeper guilt crushed his lungs.
—If you knew the future, you could have saved us.
—Why didn’t you tell us?
—To witness wrongs and do nothing is sin.
Unfathomable voices invaded, corrupting Simon’s mind.
At that very moment, the scales forming the Sealing Barrier lost strength and fell. Compared to the Chaos Dullahan, the Dragonian’s Sealing Barrier lasted too short.
“Die.”
With spirit magic restored, black hounds rose from Bleto’s body. Their jaws opened, spewing death magic.
At the brink of disaster—
Wooong! Woong!
The empty Dragonian suit walked forward, blocking Simon’s front.
It even moved its scales into place, forming a shield.
“What madness is this!”
Meanwhile, Simon endured the mental corruption and rose. The Dragonian suit withdrew, then merged back onto his body.
Clack! Clack!
Bones latched together, fitting his form once more, Simon standing clad in the Dragonian suit.
“...You’ve surprised me in many ways, but playtime is over.”
Bleto lowered his arms, preparing a new black spell.
Kruuuuurururururuk!
Countless spirits burst forth, attaching themselves to his body. His frame grew massive, swelling grotesquely.
“In that case, I’ll use this as well.”
His trump card.
Here, there were no spectators, no fear of casualties or buildings destroyed.
“You must’ve been sulking, not being summoned until now… Swordmaster.”
From the pitch-black subspace Simon had torn open, a pair of vicious, murderous eyes gleamed.
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