Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World-Chapter 244
Descent (1)
Manakiras’s body twisted.
Her whole body was chained to the darkness. Growling was all she could do.
“Grrr…”
Kibie gestured gently.
“Sleep, my child.”
The giant Black Dragon’s eyelids slowly began to close.
The effect of the Draco Imperium Staff, which had restrained her soul, was gradually disappearing.
“When you wake up, you’ll be out of that devil’s grasp.”
Kibie raised her right hand with the sleeping Manakiras behind her.
Her untied black hair was fluttering in the wind. The Goddess’s fingers pointed to the surrounding Alien monsters.
“I forbid you from entering my domain.”
The night opened its mouth, releasing black fluids.
Darkness was pouring down the basin, filling it up and becoming a black swamp.
“Grrrr?”
“Ugh!”
Tens of thousands of monsters began to struggle in the swamp. Soon enough, they hardened.
Statues stood tall amid the black seas in their stead.
The overflowing murderous spirit disappeared, almost like they had been washed away.
All the invading Alien monsters had been neutralized.
After the raid had ended, the knights from the Kaldris and the Mado Kingdoms looked around.
“What the hell is this?”
“What’s going on?”
“Did your Majesty do something?”
Everyone was still panicking.
On the other hand, the Upper Draconium Ancient Dragons were in a state of shock.
“Oh, my God…”
“This power…”
Kibie didn’t even subdue the Ancient Dragons.
She just let them know.
She was the true Kybriel of the Darkness.
What would they dare do in front of the Goddess who had created the Dragon race?
“Ahhhh!”
“Darkness has fallen!”
Dozens of Dragons landed simultaneously.
They folded their wings, bent their knees, lowered their heads, and bowed to the fullest.
Kibie smirked.
“I’ll put off your punishment until later.”
Her left hand pointed to the sky. Darkness spread its wings.
“Close the door to the Alien world.”
The rising darkness covered the night sky. The cracks that seemed to break the world were gradually closing.
The missing moon and stars returned.
The clear night sky reappeared.
Eventually, the crack disappeared as well.
Only faint traces of light raindrops remained and hung across the black dome.
“Everything’s gone back to normal…”
In the silence of the night, the Goddess of Darkness proclaimed, “Let Kybriel’s will to nurse the world be known.”
* * *
Ryu Han-bin burst into admiration.
“Wow…”
The situation that had been so chaotic was quickly cleared up.
‘Is this the true power of a Goddess?’
They could see why the devil Omphalos had deliberately used Dungeons to invade Latna.
With the world under their control, the Goddesses were close to omnipotence.
In front of such magnificence, Han-bin looked at the beautiful woman with black hair.
Watching her approaching, Ryu Han-bin carefully spoke.
“Kybriel…?”
“I’m still an incarnation. Just call me Kibie.”
Shaking her head, Kibie gently smoothed his severed left arm.
Han-bin’s eyes widened.
“Huh?”
He didn’t feel any more pain. His energy had been rejuvenated. There were no traces of the wounds that covered his entire body.
Even his left arm, which had been cut off, was reattached to his shoulder in good shape!
“How is this possible?”
Ryu Han-bin smiled as he moved his fine left limb.
“Now you look like a Goddess.”
“… So that’s what you think of me.”
Kibie glanced at the gleam. Han-bin teased her.
“Honestly, you haven’t done anything credible in the meantime, have you? What? The Descent of The Thunder God would last ten minutes at most? I almost died after believing that!”
“I’m sorry, man.”
All was well that ended well. Grabbing Gigant, Han-bin lifted himself.
He then asked a question.
“What’s going to happen to Garhan now?”
Hollien, who had died once, was revived in Latna.
“Is he falling from the sky naked? I don’t want to see a guy naked.”
There was a bigger problem.
At that time, Hollien had become an incarnation with Complete Omphalos’s Blessing, Prana, and the divine power of the darkness. And all that was lost to the effect of the Lord Throughout Heaven and Earth.
That was why she had been completely incapacitated and resurrected.
But Garhan had died as a human being.
The stolen strength had returned to Kibie, but what Force or Guidelines did he have?
“Isn’t he going to be resurrected here with all his strength back? I’ll never win against that monster twice.”
Kibie grinned at Han-bin’s rapidly darkening complexion.
“Don’t worry. He’s already with the flow of the world.”
She wasn’t powerful when they fought Hollien. All she could do was watch the situation unfold.
But now, she had regained her strength.
“I took everything from him to be sure. Han-bin, you didn’t get any experience, did you?”
“Huh? Come to think of it…”
Only then did Ryu Han-bin realize.
He didn’t feel it because he was so busy, but although he had killed Garhan, there was no response from the Guideline.
“Thank God.”
He had already had quite a bit of experience because of the unexpected night raid.
“Wasn’t that the same thing you did when you were handling Hollien? “
Looking up at the dark sky, Kibie murmured.
“Those who sin must pay.”
When she returned to full Kybriel, she would then punish them properly.
“… So you’re not fully Kybriel yet, are you?”
“I’ve only gained Garhan’s divine power so far.”
Pointing to Genovia, she continued.
“I’ll have to take what that kid stole back so I can go return to my true form.”
“Then don’t you have to deal with her first, not caring about me?”
The black-haired beauty shook her head slowly.
“There’s nothing more urgent than taking care of those who bleed for the world.”
The eyes of the night looked straight at Ryu Han-bin.
“Thank you, Han-bin. This wouldn’t have been possible without you. As expected, Kybriel was right for choosing you.”
* * *
Leon Hart, Effir, and Artis were amazed by their states.
While Kibie healed Ryu Han-bin’s injury, she also cured them.
“My wounds are gone!”
“My Mana’s fully recovered?”
Only Effir, who was covering herself with a mosaic ring, was slightly disappointed.
“It would’ve been nice if I was given a dress.”
Genovia stood in the darkness with a dark expression.
She couldn’t even try to escape. On the surface, there seemed to be no restrictions, but invisible power was binding her.
“That’s what it’s all about, Archmage.”
Leon Hart shook his head, looking at her.
“You shouldn’t have hoped that it would be a fair result.”
It was hard to understand with her heart even though she could understand with her head.
How did they make such a stupid choice?
“Genovia, the hero of Latna, and blessed by the Goddesses.”
Leon Hart asked her a question with sorrow in his voice.
“Is death such a huge fear for people like you?”
It was natural for the criminals to fear death.
But the Top Three were heroes.
“Honors and achievements built up throughout life, the reverence of the public… Did they all reach the point where you have to defile all logic?”
Genovia smirked.
“Yes, Leon Hart.”
If anyone else had asked like that, she would have ignored it.
“You deserve an answer.
But Leon Hart was blessed like her. Like her, he was wearing the Goddesses’ curse.
“As time goes by, you will realize the true meaning of death.”
She tried endlessly.
She had tried hard to pursue her goal.
In the process, she earned wealth and honor. Power and strength were also gained. The awe of the public and innumerable achievements had also been attained.
“All of that goes away. That’s death.”
Death was like an immortal robber.
It came without sound, and it took away everything anyone had ever worked hard for.
Genovia looked pitifully at the blonde young man who still had half of his life left.
“You don’t understand death yet. That’s you we have such questions.”
Just as she had done decades ago…
“You will be like me, the third Blessed by the Goddesses.”
He would avoid death by all means, and he would pay anything to let it happen.
“You will realize the absurdity and unfairness of death.”
Artis and Effir, who were standing together, trembled.
Genovia’s voice was calm, but it was imbued with a strange eerieness. It was as if she was casting a curse.
“Yes, I might have become just like you.”
But Leon Hart laughed instead.
“If I didn’t see you now.”
Death was a fear.
But it was even scarier to lose himself.
“Even if you had succeeded, you would have been dead, Genovia.”
She threw away the beliefs and values she had pursued all her life and just stayed alive.
A life that continued to exist in exchange for countless blood spilled and beings slaughtered.
“Can you call that living?”
The answer came from behind, not from Genovia.
“It’s no use talking to her, Leon Hart.”
The owner of the voice was Ryu Han-bin.
He was approaching with Kibie.
“If a few words had persuaded her, she wouldn’t have come this far.”
* * *
The blonde black beauty smiled bitterly at the Goddess of Darkness.
“… Kybriel.”
Kibie squinted her eyes.
“Have you accepted your fate? That’s surprising. You’ll still have some power left in you.”
She referred to the ‘power to suppress divinity’ extracted from the sword against the Goddess and the Guidelines used by the Top Three when they had raided Kibriel.
Genovia shook her head.
“I am going to fail. It’ll just be pathetic..”
At that time, Kybriel had been completely off guard, so it worked. It couldn’t work in a situation like this.
She slowly closed her eyes, seemingly accepting death.
Kibie raised her hand.
“Genovia, a hero once blessed.”
Darkness rose from the fingertips.
“I’ll take back what you stole.”
The immortal Goddess sentenced the mortal sinner.
Darkness swirled around Genovia.
The divine punishment didn’t last long.
In an instant, the Archmage disappeared from Latna.
Effir and Artis muttered among themselves while watching.
“It’s so quick compared to what we’ve been through.”
“Yeah. It’s ridiculous.”
Dark air currents remained in the air in the location of Genovia, which disappeared.
It was the last piece of Kybriel’s strength, which had been divided into three, that they had stolen.
“That’s it.”
Sighing, Kibie reached out and grabbed it.
No, she grabbed it.
“…!”
Her fingers passed in vain through the darkness.
Kibie’s expression hardened.
Why couldn’t she take the darkness for her own?
“How come?”
Suddenly there was a sound in the air.
“… You said I could not be convinced, didn’t you?”
Dusted and scattered…
“You’re right, Baotolt’s disciple.”
It was already the voice of the dead.
“I’ve already made up my mind.”
Dismay ran rampant.
Dust rose and burst, reaching all the way to the night sky.
The cracks that had disappeared opened again.
Brilliance radiated all over the lands.
-Latna’s mortal.
Beyond the rift, a thunderous voice echoed.
-The contract has been established.
