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Chapter 422 Side Story Chapter 42 – Kirikiri (10)
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Chapter 42
Kirikiri (10)
‘Am I too old?’
The High Seeker opened his eyes.
He sensed aging.
It was a monotonous and direct attack.
When the Tribal God of rabbits tried to snatch Kirikiri, the High Seeker blocked it.
The hand of the Tribal God blew away the High Seeker as if he was a fly.
There was no finesse or complicated form in that movement.
So the High Seeker thought.
While he wasted time sitting on the throne, did his superhuman body eventually grow old?
It wasn’t.
The High Seeker got up and thought.
The Tribal God’s finger stroke was simple, but it was more powerful than that.
The High Seeker always had confidence.
He had even cut the head of a mad giant who said it would kill people who broke their promise.
He had even hunted the creatures who were rioting and wanted to become a god.
But that Tribal God was different.
It wasn’t a monster who wanted to become a god, it was a real god.
It was different from the enemies he had encountered before.
It was powerful enough to turn the High Seeker nervous with a single stroke of a finger.
His vision was dark.
He could see the surrounding landscape beyond his incomplete field of vision.
The surrounding land was all dug up.
Even if an Archmage used explosion magic with all his power, such a huge crater would not occur.
The madness of the Tribal God was heard from afar.
His body’s magical power fluttered.
The magical power oscillated as if it wanted to follow that voice, trying to escape from his body.
It took concentration to regain control.
The High Seeker grabbed his sword with his slightly trembling hands.
The sword roared.
The familiar swords reassured the High Seeker.
[Are you okay? You are absolutely bloody.]
“…it’s not okay. I can’t see well, and it’s difficult to breathe. It seems that all my internal organs in my body have burst out.”
[Yes, I see. But I’m glad your head did not explode.]
The sword said calmly.
He wondered if he had forgotten about the pain the human body could feel because he had lived as a sword spirit for so long.
[I should have been baptized.]
said the sword.
It refers to the baptism of the God of Light.
It’s an old story.
It was the story of when the High Seeker was still a boy.
The priests who believed in the God of Light liked the High Seeker’s sword.
He had been offered to be baptized by the God of Light to make it the holy sword of the church.
If the sword obtained a divine spell using divine power along with vast magical power, the sword could become an unprecedentedly powerful ego sword.
The sword refused.
Since he already had a master, he could not serve God.
“Don’t regret it.”
There was nothing to regret.
It was the pride and support of the High Seeker.
He had no intention of denying or blaming his choice.
The High Seeker did not intend to die so easily.
The magic that had been fluctuating like crazy was put under the High Seeker’s control.
Although his eyes and ears were not normal, the use of his magical power could replace the human senses.
The devastation of the field was seen again.
He could see the rabbits suffering from all over the field in the red blood mist.
The rabbits did not die in torture.
There was also the rabbits’ excellent vitality, but in reality, it was because of the will of the Tribal God who was torturing them.
The power of the Tribal God was constantly reviving the rabbits even while torturing them.
It was a brutal sight.
Even the High Seeker who had been accustomed to blood for a long time thought so.
The yellow eyes of the Tribal God flashed in the red mist.
Why?
How could a god with so much power be so savage and cruel?
It wasn’t just a monster with powerful abilities.
He was a god who manipulated the world and projected his will through the gaps.
If he wanted to, it was a miraculous existence capable of spreading out a better world.
It was selfish.
Why doesn’t he care for others?
With that ability, it is possible to bring overwhelming happiness and peace to tens of millions of others that cannot achieve these things on their own.
Why is god not unselfish?
The rabbits sincerely followed and loved their Tribal God.
Traveling with Kirikiri, he was able to hear how much their god meant to her.
The High Seeker thought that if he were to become a god, he would like to be like the god of rabbits.
Taking care of tens of millions of humans would be different from governing dozens of rabbit villages.
But ultimately, he wanted to create a world like a rabbit village where everyone lives peacefully and happily without any worries.
The appearance of the rabbit village I heard from Kirikiri was the utopia that High Seekers dreamed of.
The utopia was being destroyed by its creator.
[There is a way to escape.]
said the sword.
The High Seeker shook his head.
[You idiot. It’s you, not me, who dies. I died three hundred years ago, and I’m just a soul clinging to the sword.]
The sword did not stop his persuasion.
[Look at the story in the legend. There is no story of a human being who cut down the gods anywhere. It’s impossible in the first place. Even in human imagination. There are stories of knights who tamed dragons, stories of warriors who killed giants and sea monsters, and stories of paladins who defeated demons, but there are no stories of humans who killed gods.]
The High Seeker laughed.
From dragons to giants and sea monsters to demons.
“They’re all things I’ve killed once.”
If so, isn’t it time to cut down on God?
If it’s unprecedented, then I’ll be the first.
[… I hope you don’t die here. You have some ideals that you haven’t achieved yet. When you die, that will become nothing.]
“Yes. You can’t achieve your ideals when you die.”
[Of course.]
“But I think it is an ideal that cannot be achieved by compromise.”
He didn’t want to scale it.
He didn’t want to pick one and throw the other away.
[…fucking little boy. You never let me win once in my life.]
The air began to boil.
His vision was distorted by the excessive heat concentrated on the sword.
A strong light emanated from the tip of the sword.
[Is this the third time?]
This is the third use of the light sword.
He’s been training all the time, but he seldom uses it in practice.
It was a technique that was unavoidably brought out in a desperate situation that could not be overcome by ordinary methods.
It is a skill that was discovered by chance while practicing the skill that the sword had handed down.
At first, it was used only as a shining sword.
Monsters accustomed to darkness suffered whenever the flashing sword was swung.
It was also good to get people’s attention.
However, as the development progressed, it became a difficult technology to use easily.
The power was too much
The High Seeker, who often fought to protect someone, could not use the light sword that burned all over the place.
He also had a problem with hurting people around him, but his own body could not withstand the heat of the light sword.
He needed a few months of recuperation after one use.
Despite the care of the priests, the High Seeker’s body was full of dark burn marks.
The light sword was too heavy for his sword as well.
[I’m sure I will melt this time.]
The sword sensed his own end.
When it was used before, the sword had barely withstood the heat.
If it hadn’t been for the ego sword that could use magic to protect itself, it would have melted away earlier.
That Tribal God was the worst opponent in comparison to the enemies they had encountered before.
They had to get the maximum output.
Still, they weren’t sure they could win.
“It’s fine. You won’t melt.”
The High Seeker said.
“Even if I sat on the throne, I did not neglect my training.”
The High Seeker was clearly aware of the problems with his own technique.
He was always looking for a solution.
[Can I help you?]
A voice whispered.
There is only one person who would give a helping hand to the High Seeker.
The God of Light.
‘Thank you. God. But that’s fine.’
The High Seeker declined that help.
Instead, he focused on the light on the tip of the sword.
That light is his .
Shining solely towards his enemies according to his will.
It’s his light.
The Tribal God noticed the High Seeker in the light and heat.
The High Seeker swung his sword without delay.
As the sword was swung, the light on the sword was radiated forward.
Kwaaaang!
The world rang.
The loud noise resounding from the plateau located in the highest mountain range on the continent spread all over the place.
The grass, which had been soaked in the blood of rabbits, burned up.
A mist of blood burned.
The light sword struck directly at the bright yellow eyes of the Tribal God.
[Kaaak!]
The god screamed.
The blood mist disappeared, revealing the face of the Tribal God.
The Tribal God looked like a giant wolf.
It was a monstrous figure with a wolf’s face, odd, ragged nails, and hundreds of hands.
[How can a human…… ! How can this kind of fire burn my body!]
The whole area was a sea of fire.
In the midst of the craze, the High Seeker stood upright.
He didn’t even fall down in the aftermath of the light sword.
His skin didn’t burn.
The sword he was holding didn’t even melt.
Even the rabbits caught by the Tribal God were not affected by the heat.
The fire that burned even the body of a god followed the will of the High Seeker and burned only his enemies.
[I might be the first sword in history to kill a god.]
said the sword.
Although the consumption of magical power is enormous, a light sword that can be used without any recoil.
He thought there might be a chance.
“Concentrate. Let’s go again.”
[Okay.]
The two of them joined forces once again and began to wield the sword of light.
* * *
[Kaaak!]
The Tribal God screamed.
It was a terrible pain.
It was a terrible feeling.
It was the first pain he felt since being a creature with reason that appeared on the continent and became a god after receiving the envy of countless life and death.
The agony he had forgotten for tens of thousands of years awakened his mortal fear of death.
[This little bug!]
Discomfort, embarrassment, and fear were mixed.
This is how humans feel when they see a killer wasp entering a house.
The survival instinct takes away composure, but inspires activeness.
The Tribal God did the best he could at that moment.
He was hit directly by a huge light and his face caught fire.
As soon as he saw the mysterious human wielding his sword once more, the Tribal God ate the rabbits.
He didn’t eat them all with his mouth.
They were creatures under the will of a Tribal God.
When the will was manifested, the rabbits’ bodies disappeared as they were.
Only their souls were drawn and absorbed by the Tribal God.
[Be my strength.]
[Be absorbed.]
Rabbits were part of the Tribal God and were the seeds sown for harvest.
Faced with an unknown enemy, the Tribal God, who was urgently in need of strength, tried to recover those forces.
[Be me again.]
The souls of the rabbits that had been sucked into his body melted one by one and began to become one with god.
In it, there was a rabbit who resisted becoming one with god.
Kirikiri said to her god.
‘No.’
