The Sword Emperor Transmigrates-Chapter 244

As the Golden Hind was locked in a deadly chase with Scylla, the expedition team, having just defeated Charybdis’ host, swiftly changed course to provide backup.

Though the Outer God cultists responsible for corrupting the Sea Dragon King Leviathan remained in their headquarters, the expedition judged that dealing with them could wait, since the Leviathan had already been defeated.

Even if the cultists fled, their base would be left utterly defenseless, with their forces and resources nearly depleted.

But despite the urgency of the situation, there was no guarantee the Aquamarine and Zaratan would arrive in time to help.

—Hmm.

Leonard, who had been staring at the horizon from the Zaratan’s deck, quickly turned at the faint sound.

—Ancestor? Have you awakened?

—Yes. The disturbance in the world’s laws is too strong not to notice, even from within you. This intensity suggests a partial descent of an Outer God.

At that, Leonard felt his heart skip a beat.

Not an avatar, but a fragment? Wouldn't that cause the Outer God’s main body to lose strength irreversibly?

—Indeed. For a True God entity, tearing away a part of itself and granting it will doesn’t come without cost. If that fragment is defeated, it’s like the main body losing several fingers.

But Ancestor Cardenas did not stop there and continued explaining calmly

—Unlike an avatar that must stay connected to the main body, a fragment has no such weakness. Even if your Evil-Repelling Sword of Heaven can easily cut down that fragment, the strike itself will have no effect on its core.

Then how should we fight it?

—The most certain way to defeat a True God is with another True God, though that may not be possible in this era. Other options would be to either wear it down over repeated battles or seal it away until its power is exhausted.

Throughout history, god-sealing tools had come in various forms, like Gleipnir, which restrained the Monstrous God Fenrir, or the Golden Throne crafted by Hephaestus to bind the Goddess Hera herself. These relics, capable of binding even gods at their prime, should theoretically be able to imprison an Outer God fragment.

“Relics for sealing gods? Those vanished centuries ago,” Demian interjected, having just crossed over to the Zaratan. “Do you know how many times we needed to use everything we had to barely survive?”

Leonard sighed, nodding in agreement. As the Order of the White Dragon had carefully managed the ancient relics, the chances of Demian being mistaken about this were slim. The Arcadian Empire and the Three Noble Houses had endured countless crises and hardships. In the past, when the Empire was much smaller and weaker, it survived by using every means at its disposal.

Just then, a voice echoed in Leonard’s mind.

—My benefactor.

It was Boreas, who had descended using the elf Vivian as his intermediary. He appeared on the Aquamarine’s deck, his expression unusually somber.

—I can feel Poseidon’s power in the distance. I believe I can pinpoint its location and movement. What do you need me to do?

“Poseidon’s power... Could it be Captain Drake?”

Finding a moving target on the open sea was an unimaginably difficult task. Leonard’s premonition about the Golden Hind was merely a fleeting moment, and once it passed, the ship’s location and status would once again be unknown to him. However, if Boreas’ sense was correct, they could lead the Demigods directly to the Golden Hind’s coordinates.

"Are you certain?"

—Absolutely.

“But how can you sense Poseidon’s power? Even if the influence of the Corroded Realm has weakened, it shouldn’t be that easy from this distance.”

Boreas inclined his head at Demian’s question before answering.

—It would be impossible for an ordinary being unrelated to him. But as a Spirit King of the ancient era and one who worshipped the God of the Northern Winds, I naturally hold a link with the God of the Sea.

“...Wind and sea, I see. That makes sense. If I recall correctly, Aiolos, too, had some connection with Poseidon.”

—We’re running out of time. Make your decision, o’ benefactor.

Satisfied with Boreas’ explanation, Leonard nodded firmly, his eyes open wide.

“Let’s go. Send the Demigods ahead to save the Golden Hind. Zaratan and Aquamarine will follow as reinforcements. If this thing is stronger than the Leviathan, transformed into Charybdis’s host, then we’ll need every ounce of strength the expedition can muster. We can’t afford to lose the Wild Hunt and Commander Corbin.”

“Very well, if you say so.”

“I’ll inform Cruella.”

Without hesitation, Demian and Nicholas complied with the decision of the commander-in-chief of this expedition. The two of them leaped forward, and within a minute, the four Demigods and Boreas had soared over the horizon, aiming straight for the fierce chase between the Outer God Scylla and Wild Hunt.

* * *

The true, ancient name of the Outer God Scylla meant “the one who tears apart,” or “the one who rips to shreds.” The name signified the authority wielded by the deity, and it was also something the main forces of the Three Noble Houses had to be well aware of.

Corbin, the Light Dragon Commander, was coming to understand why Scylla had that name.

“Ugh!”

After using Shadow Dive over and over again to evade the Outer God’s attacks, Corbin ended up vomiting blood. His skill, Hidden Blade, was not meant to protect a large, cumbersome vessel. Though he had picked up the necessary finesse, the drain on his energy was substantial.

At this rate, I can only dodge another two or three times before I’m exhausted. After that, Scylla will rip the ship and everyone on board to pieces...!

The six snake heads moved menacingly, not lunging but gradually closing in, as if to mock their prey.

The twelve eyes and six mouths radiated light that, with each beam, tore through the very fabric of space. No substance, no matter how strong, could withstand this force for long. Corbin and Drake’s combined efforts were the only reason the Golden Hind hadn’t already been crushed and sunken to the bottom of the ocean.

The Golden Hind’s wild evasions weren’t just Corbin’s doing—Drake’s power also played a big role.

“Ugh...! Damn it...! Just a graze from those damned beams and my strength is drained!”

Drake, fully tapping into Poseidon’s blessing, was now more beast than man. Blue scales covered his body, and small coral-like horns had sprouted from his temples, exuding a power that was neither aura nor magic.

“Blasted hell, who knew the sea itself would make me feel this helpless?”

“Hahaha, your words are getting a bit rough, Captain,” Corbin chuckled.

“Seafarers are all like this! It’d be strange not to curse when we’re about to be sent to the bottom of the ocean, wouldn’t it?!”

As he shouted, Drake directed the currents, blocking Scylla’s path and yanking the Golden Hind forward, narrowly dodging several of Scylla’s beams. This dance of acrobatics relied on Drake’s refining Poseidon’s powers mid-battle.

But to Scylla, their efforts were merely amusing, nothing else.

—■■■, ■■■■■...

Growing tired of toying with its prey, Scylla crushed the encroaching currents with its massive coils and opened all six jaws wide, ready to shatter everything within its reach. It seemed one of Atlantis’ legends would soon vanish into oblivion.

“...Ha.”

Sensing the reaper’s scythe drawing close, Corbin prepared for a final stand, only to let go of his sword’s hilt. Was he giving up?

No, he had noticed allies approaching on the horizon.

An iridescent light shimmered from Leonard’s blade. The sheer force of Scylla’s accumulated power sent a chill down his spine. Meeting it with anything less than a full-force strike meant certain death.

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Instinctively, Leonard unleashed his most lethal technique.

Dragon God Style

Execution of the Defiers of Heaven

Evil-Repelling Sword of Heaven

At that moment, Scylla’s six jaws unleashed a series of waves with the authority to tear apart everything in their path. Leonard’s Evil-Repelling Sword of Heaven clashed directly with the powers of the Outer God. The energy reverberated, crackling in all directions as Leonard’s bones strained under the overwhelming force. Even with his technique bolstered by the world’s laws, the raw power difference was staggering. The elemental advantage of his attack only allowed him to stand on equal footing with Scylla’s strike.

Feeling a huge strain on his wrist, which was stronger than an adamantium alloy, Leonard once again pushed forward and swung his jet-black sword downward.

“Haaargh!” With a guttered shout, Leonard delivered another decisive swing of the Evil-Repelling Sword of Heaven, narrowly overwhelming Scylla’s power. His sword severed parts of its immense form, sending chunks of its coiled body plunging into the sea below.

As it felt its body torn by an inferior being, Scylla flared with rage.

—■■■■■■...!!!

It stung the god to be wounded by a lowly mortal. As its immense hatred erupted, the water around it parted as if sensing the sheer wrath. Not even Drake’s aquatic abilities could interfere, as Scylla’s power far outclassed any divine blessings or Demigod Tier strength.

All six heads reared up, rising from the depths to reveal Scylla’s true form—so immense it dwarfed even the Leviathan. Scylla ascended into the air, manifesting a fragment of its main body, glaring at Leonard with deadly intent.

But Leonard wasn’t alone. The Demigods arrived just in time to join the battle, unleashing their powers to intercept its advance.

Mirror Blade

Parallel Infinite Fatal Strike

One of Thousand

A strike, layered a thousand times, severed one of Scylla’s heads in an instant. While the god recoiled from the shock, the Grand Magi cast their spells with unerring speed. Their readiness from the previous battle with the Leviathan became evident.

“Phaethon’s Sun Chariot!”

“Cadmus’ Spear!”

The Grand Magi chanted a supreme spell, invoking Phaethon, whose reckless actions had once scorched the earth from Helios’ mistake, and Cadmus, renowned for slaying dragons.

With a roar, four winged celestial horses on a chariot, trailing a blazing sun, charged straight at Scylla.

As Scylla rose above the sea, the heat from Phaethon’s Chariot scorched its exposed body, charring Leonard’s initial cuts. Realizing it could not withstand a direct hit, Scylla redirected its power originally meant for Leonard, unleashing it upon the chariot instead.

Even a Class 9 supreme spell could not overcome the power of a True God entity, so the Sun Chariot quickly turned into dust. However, the real attack came immediately afterward.

KA-BOOM!!

As the Sun Chariot disintegrated, Cadmus’ Spear shot through the chaos, piercing two of Scylla’s heads in one brutal strike. The attack from Cadmus, who had subjugated the Dragon Ismenios, proved effective against the Monstrous God Scylla.

—■■■?! ■■!?!

This unrelenting barrage left even the ancient Outer God momentarily stunned. Seeing a chance to turn the tide, Leonard regained his stance, tightening his grip on his sword.

It seems... we might actually win this.

―I wouldn’t be so sure.

Huh? What do you mean?

Contrary to Leonard’s optimism, Ancestor Cardenas replied with none of her usual fervor, and the reason quickly became clear.

Blood and foam boiled from the stumps of Scylla’s three severed heads, bubbling violently.

“...What the—?”

“Are you kidding me?!”

“...Does she have regenerative powers like the Hydra?!”

Two heads sprouted from each stump, resulting in six new heads. Now boasting nine heads, Scylla loomed over the expedition team even more menacingly, resembling the Monstrous God Hydra, the most renowned creature among the Olympus myths.

Even Heracles, the god of heroes, had failed to vanquish it. Instead, he had only managed to bury it alive by lifting a mountain on it, sealing it away.

—■■■, ■■■■■—!!!

As Scylla raised its nine heads in a terrifying display, a foreboding silence fell over the battlefield. Suddenly, dark clouds gathered above, and rain began to fall, signaling the storm that was soon to break.