Chapter 67 God of death(3)

Translator: BaeBae Editor: BaeBae

As Juan’s consciousness faded, his flames also began to drastically fade.

Juan’s limbs had already disappeared into dust. With his arms and legs already gone, Juan’s remaining head and body was also fast burning into dust.

Nigrato had been surprised at Juan’s counter attack, but now he was certain that he would be able to absorb him. Also, Juan had given him an unexpected gift. The flames burning on Ethan’s sword had been put out.

[Thanks for your generosity, emperor.]

Nigrato looked at the weakened Juan, and whispered as if he was taunting him.

With his long fingers, he lifted Juan’s shirt where it hadn’t yet been burnt.

Virtually, most of Juan’s skin had been burned, so Nigrato did what he could to heal Juan to the condition he wanted it upon absorbing.

[I’ll admit it. I’m glad I didn’t have to face you in your complete form. So in saying that, I promise that I won’t let your body decay.]

Nigrato looked over Juan’s body and confirmed that his flame was still eating him up. This was a problem.

[So….How to stop this fire……]

First, to end Juan’s life for good, Nigrato pointed his fingers towards Juan’s heart.

His knife like fingers landed on Juan’s chest. In order to not create excess damage to Juan’s body, Nigrato adjusted the amount of force he put into his fingers.

The moment blood squirted out from Juan’s white skin, Nigrato felt an unexpected change in his surrounding.

Nigrato’s looked towards the sky.

A group of light was tearing through the darkness. Nigrato felt something unusual about the dancing lights.

Nigrato decided to quickly act upon seeing this new variable. He pushed and squeezed Juan’s corpse firmly.

But right at that moment, Juan’s eyes opened. And a light expanded.

As the blinding light pierced through the darkness, Nigrato couldn’t understand what was happening.

He had tried to kill Juan but was left squeezing empty space. Nigrato only then realised that he no longer had arms and shoulders. Light was glistening from the spot where Juan was just at.

Juan, completely covered in flames, was burning bright.

His body was still falling apart. But unlike before, it was for a completely different reason.

Juan’s body wasn’t able to handle the enormous power that was trying to enter his body.

Juan gripped Ethan’s sword with his fiery hand. The blackened sword suddenly emitted a glaring light.

Death had always been a friendly term for Nigrato. But for once, he was afraid of the death in front of his eyes.

Unlike the cold pale deaths that he was used to, a flaming heated death was in front of him. Nigrato swung his sword in fury.

[You act as if you know what death is!]

Nigrato’s and Juan’s sword clashed.

For a brief moment a sun erupted.

The light exploded throughout Hiveden.

Juan blankly stared at the light.

It was a light that he felt familiar with. Then he realised that his body had all but disappeared. Broke down into dust, his body was no more.

Actually…..No. This light was Juan. It was Juan’s volition.

In the end, Juan had accepted the enormous amount of mana that was attempting to enter his body and this light was him explicitly expressing the new power that he’d absorbed.

Also he now knew the source of the mana.

‘Mananen Maclir’s heart.’

A piece of body that was thought to be resting at the eternal throne. His mana from his heart was being directly linked to Juan.

If a normal person tried to accept it, they would have instantly been lit on fire or turned to dust.

While this was the same for Juan, his inner self was enduring.

As of right now, Juan was the emperor.

[Bullshit. This can’t be…]

From one side of the light, Juan heard Nigrato’s voice. It looked as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Nigrato was just barely managing to hold onto his body from perishing in the light.

Juan felt annoyed.

With a ‘ppukk’ sound, Nigrato’s body shattered into dust.

A trifling end for the god of death who had almost brought about the end of the world.

It wasn’t just the people of Hiveden that felt this immense world altering power.

For a brief moment, the continent plate shook. Most people overlooked it as a minor shake, but there were a few that knew the meaning behind it.

The last remaining dragon lifted her head from her nest.

It was the only dragon that survived the emperor’s eldest, Gared Ga-in’s slaughter.

She flapped and opened her wings, having felt a divine presence that she hadn’t felt for the last several decades.

The gods that lived amongst people while hiding their divine presence, took off their rags.

While it was believed by most that gods were either dead or had been banished, she who always kept to her own, in hiding, had survived with the help of a few faithfuls. A memory that she’d almost forgotten, came to her mind.

The sound of a war to come.

Magicians that believed to have mastered all truth in this world, turned back their interest.

Upon feeling this unworldly power, they shivered and dusted off their books that had been long stored away.

They felt a flow that had been halted for a long time in this world, had been renewed.

The successors of the emperor’s essence, detected the appearance of this unknown figure.

In the north. Commander of the Fenrir knights, the emperor’s eldest daughter suspended the war that had waged on continuously since she’d been five.

In the west. Doctrine enforcers, bishops, fanatics, and commander of the Hammer knights holy Paladin Division, the emperor’s third son aborted the doctrine trial.

The saintress that was spewing out lies on top of the altar stopped her prophecy. Then saying that she no longer wanted to lie, she cut her out her tongue on her own.

The Pope who was listening from the front row, felt a chill as the saintress’s blood sprayed on to him.

A monster living in the far corner of the world that had stayed in silence for decades, opened its mouth.

It’s voice stained with despair and betrayal, had malicious intent behind it. The monster, covered in moss, trembled as it slowly began to stand upright.

The last of his kind, the sole survivor of his race looked to the south. Once upon a time, he had been an agent of the gods, but those same gods had wiped out his race. Vares Valte muttered as if he couldn’t believe it.

Those around him all said the same thing.

“Emperor.”

The emperor had woken.

The truth behind this unbelievable fact, rang inside their minds.

Sina was shedding tears. It was an ecstatic light. A light that didn’t harm anyone that it shone upon. There was no doubt in her mind that it belonged to the emperor.

Because of this Sina couldn’t stop her tears.

‘Juan, you’re……’

There was no reason to suspect whether Juan was the emperor.

The disappointment and despair Juan had felt towards the people, and the loneliness solitude that came with it.

Juan with a distorted expression on his face was someone that Sina didn’t want to acknowledge as the emperor.

*****

Lars’s voice had completely faded.

Juan felt the mana coursing into his body slowly diminish. He had already predicted this as it was a normal occurrence.

Someone had forcedly linked his body with his original body in a spiritual way. He didn’t know who did it, but it had certainly helped him escape from a dangerous situation.

‘What’s going to happen when this mana disappears.’

It would be great if he could make this mana his own, but right now he didn’t have the body capable of holding this amount of mana. He had also considered the fact if it would kill him, but this was highly unlikely.

‘Well. I have no choice but to use it.’

For more,

Until now, it had been difficult for him to show his full potential due to his lightweightness and short arms and legs.

‘Though it didn’t fill up as much as I hoped for.’

On top of using a lot of mana to fight, he had used vast amounts of it to recover. His body hadn’t filled up to his satisfaction.

But compared to when he’d arrived in Hiveden, he had been able to attain an incomparably immense amount of mana.

The sound of cheerful footsteps could be heard.

“Juan.”

Before he’d even turned, he was able to tell that the footsteps belonged to Anya.

Jumping up and down with a blushing expression, an out of breath Anya was looking at Juan. For a moment, she looked puzzled but then gathered her breath and walked on over.

Not sure what to say at first, she acted hesitant.

But then, she quietly kneeled on one knee with her head down and spoke.

“Your majesty.”