Sand Mage of the Burnt Desert
Chapter 146
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Chapter 146
[Translator â Peptobismol]
Chapter 146
âHuff, huff!â
Mariel and the Thorn Attack Squad were panting heavily.
Their force, which had been well over a hundred strong, had now dwindled to about twenty.
This was the price of passing through the indigo and violet prisons.
The indigo prison had dredged up the deepest longings hidden within the elvesâ hearts.
Desires arise from intensely wanting what one cannot have.
The elves, living intermingled with humans, yearned for their own utopia, and the indigo prison showed them this illusion.
In that moment, their desires sprouted like poisonous mushrooms.
The desire to kill all the humans in Neo Seoul and take their place gripped them.
This desire threw the elves into a hyper-excited state.
Somehow, they escaped the indigo prison, only to be greeted by the chaos of the violet prison.
Chaos made it impossible for the elves to make sound judgments, causing them to perceive each other as enemies.
They killed each other, again and again.
By the time they escaped the violet prison, their number had dwindled to twenty.
Mariel and the remaining elves trembled, unable to believe the reality.
Only now did the memory of them slaughtering their comrades come into sharp focus.
âThis⊠this canât be!â
âI killed my friend.â
âArgh!â
The elves screamed in anguish.
Above all, elves cherished their kin deeply.
The inferiority complex of living among humans, coupled with the delusion of being persecuted, made them cling even more to their kin.
It was unthinkable that these elves, who held their kin in such high regard, had lost their minds and massacred them.
âThis must be a dream. It has to be a dream.â
âHow could I⊠have killed them with my own handsâŠ?â
Some elves denied reality. But Mariel knew the truth.
It wasnât a dream or an illusion.
No matter how they tried to dress it up or claim it was an unavoidable situation, they were guilty of the heinous crime of killing their kin.
âDo not cry. We donât even have the right to cry. The only way to atone for our sins is to offer that manâs blood as a requiem and secure the Crown of the Spirit King.â
Mariel scolded the elves and began to move.
There was no one left to stand between them and Damien.
âI will kill you and offer your corpse as a tribute to my comrades. Damien!â
âCharge!â
Mariel and the elves lunged at Damien.
Damien looked down at the attacking elves and spoke.
âHow many humans have died because of you, and you act like youâre the victims? Youâve invaded someone elseâs world and wrecked it; you must face the consequences.â
âDonât spout nonsense, Damien!â
Mariel denied Damienâs words and swung her sword.
Clang!
Her sword stopped right in front of Damienâs neck.
Something invisible had bound her.
It wasnât just Mariel. All the elves charging with her were stuck as if caught in a spiderâs web.
âWhat is this?â
âItâs the web of a Glass Spider. As you can see, the threads are transparent and invisible to the naked eye. Once caught, you can never escape on your own.â
âThereâs no such thingâŠâ
âHa! Donât measure everything by your common sense. There are all sorts of monsters in dungeons with unimaginable traits. Itâs not surprising that a monster with such characteristics exists.â
âStop lying.â
âHow many dungeons do you think Iâve conquered?â
âYou expect me to believe that crapâŠâ
âSeventy-two. Iâve conquered seventy-two dungeons over eight years. Thatâs about one dungeon every month. Itâs insane, right? No one else would raid dungeons like a maniac. All because of you. I risked my life for revenge against you.â
âYouâre crazy! We donât even know you.â
âMaybe you donât. But what about the elves, dwarves, and beastmen in El Harun?â
âWhat nonsense is this? El Harun?â
âLooks like your Queen didnât tell you about El Harun. She hid it even from her own kind. Elves are truly untrustworthy.â
Damienâs taunts made Mariel and the elvesâ faces flush with anger. fđeđđ°đbđođđl.cđŒm
âStop spreading lies, human!â
âElves, youâll soon find out if Iâm lying or not. Your Queen is coming this way.â
Damienâs gaze fixed on Serian and the elite forces from the North District approaching the fortress.
Snap!
Damien snapped his fingers, and the Spectrum Prison in front of Serian vanished.
He had opened a path for them.
Serian paused momentarily at the entrance of the passage and looked at Damien.
She could see him smiling at her.
Coldness, contempt, and hatred filled that smile.
Why does he look at me with such eyes?
Such questions swirled in her mind.
She entered the passage.
Now was not the time for questions but for action.
Even now, Mariel and the elves, bound by the invisible spider web, were precariously trembling.
It was evident that over a hundred had come, but only twenty were visible.
The fate of the rest was obvious.
âWhat kind of grudge does he hold against the elves?â
There could be no other reason for Damienâs merciless actions.
âThe Crown of the Spirit King must have been bait to lure the elves out.â
Given this, she was curious about what had driven Damien to such extreme hatred towards the elves.
But first, rescuing Mariel and the Thorn Attack Squad took precedence.
Serian and the northern elite forces quickly climbed to the top of the fortress. Damien exaggeratedly waved his arms in a courteous gesture.
âWelcome, Queen of the parasitic otherworldly races in the human world.â
âAs expected, you despise us.â
âNot just me. Any human who knows the truth despises you.â
âThat incident happened over a hundred years ago. The otherworldly races living in Neo Seoul have nothing to do with it.â
âSo, no responsibility at all?â
âThatâs notâŠâ
Serian was at a loss for words.
At that moment, Eli shouted from beside her.
âWhat nonsense are you spouting? Even without us, Earth would have ended up this way. Your race was already on the path to destruction.â
âI despise people like you the most. Those who, knowing their own faults, blame others instead. Thatâs why I canât forgive you.â
âAnd what will you do if you canât forgive?â
âYou must pay the price.â
âHow arrogant! How dare a mere human demand accountabilityâŠâ
Eliâs anger flared, but Serian intervened.
âBe quiet.â
âThereâs nothing more to say. That man cannot be forgiven.â
âEli!â
âI will kill him. We just need to secure the Spirit Kingâs Crown, donât we?â
[Translator â Peptobismol]
Without waiting for Serian to stop her, Eli charged at Damien.
In an instant, she reached Damien and swung her hand. A white light shot out from her hand.
The light, reminiscent of a spiderâs web, quickly spread out like a web and surrounded Damien.
Webbing Cutter.
As the name suggests, it was a spell that used light in the form of a spiderâs web to cut the target into pieces.
It was Eliâs unique ability, which earned her the nickname âSpider Queen.â
The light spread out like a web, forming a tetrahedron, and then began to tighten around Damien.
âDamien!â
At that moment, Alexandro stepped in front of Damien and swung his fist.
Boom!
With a loud explosion, the Webbing Cutter shattered.
âYou dare!â
Eli was furious at Alexandro, who stood in her way.
She cast another spell, but all her magic was shattered by Alexandro.
âNo one can touch Damien without my permission.â
Alexandro growled like a wild monster.
The wounds he had sustained fighting Brixton, combined with those from breaking Eliâs magic, had left him drenched in blood. But his gaze remained unwavering.
Eli shouted to the Awakened warriors of the North District.
âWhat are you doing? Kill them and rescue our comrades.â
ââŠâ
But despite her command, the Awakened warriors didnât move. They were waiting for Serianâs orders.
Serian sighed softly.
âEli, you clearly donât understand the gravity of the situation. I will hold you accountable when we return to Neo Seoul.â
âMy Queen!â
Eli tried to say something urgently to Serian, but she had no chance.
Alexandro attacked her.
âYour opponent is me.â
He charged at Eli like an enraged bear.
Alexandro had already resigned himself to death.
He had nothing to fear or hesitate about.
Thus, he threw everything he had into attacking Eli.
As a result, Eli struggled to hold her ground.
Serian sighed again and approached Damien.
She spoke to him.
âI understand that you harbor a great deal of hatred towards us. But thereâs no need to make such a big deal out of it. Do you know how many people have been hurt and killed because of you?â
âThatâs typical of your kind.â
âWhat?â
âShifting responsibility, speaking evasively, pretending to be dignifiedâŠâ
âYour hatred for us is overwhelming. Fine! I wonât beat around the bush anymore. Hand over the Spirit Kingâs Crown. Itâs too dangerous for humans to possess.â
âI know. Thatâs why I brought it.â
âSo you brought it to draw me out.â
âI knew youâd figure it out, the true entity sealed within the Spirit Kingâs CrownâŠâ
The ominous aura emanating from Damien grew stronger, darkening Serianâs expression.
âYour plan has succeeded. Youâve drawn me out. But itâs time to dispel the Spectrum Prison. Originally, the Spectrum Prison was a magic circle to seal the Spirit Kingâs Crown. If itâs destroyed like this, the seal will weaken.â
Rumble!
The entire Spectrum Prison was shaking.
Brixton and the Thorn Attack Squad were causing havoc from within, and Zeon was destroying it from the outside.
At this rate, the Spectrum Prison wouldnât hold much longer, and the entity sealed within the Spirit Kingâs Crown would be released.
Serianâs eyes were desperate, knowing that this must be prevented at all costs. But Damien coldly ignored her gaze and spoke.
âThen tell me.â
âTell you what?â
âThe location of El Harun.â
âSo you caused all this for that?â
âYes!â
âYouâre insane.â
âThatâs right. Iâm insane. So tell me. Where is El Harun?â
Damienâs eyes were as cold as ice.
But Serian could sense the intense madness lurking behind that coldness.
She looked up at the yellow sky.
A hundred years ago, it had been blue.
Earth had turned into this yellow sky in exchange for her people crossing over.
âOur fate should have ended in Kurayan. If it had, Earthâs lifeforms wouldnât have suffered.â
If she had had the decision-making power, she would never have crossed over to Earth. But back then, she was just a young elf.
She had been in a position where she had no choice but to follow the decisions of the elders.
In a way, she was also a victim, but she knew Damien wouldnât believe her even if she explained.
She had no intention of making excuses, and even less of revealing the location of El Harun.
Regardless of original sin, El Harun was the last stronghold of the otherworldly races.
âIâm sorry.â
âYouâre not sorry at all, are you?â
âPlease understand that I have my own reasons for not being able to tell you.â
âI expected as much. You pretend to be compassionate, but youâre the most selfish race of all.â
âDamien!â
âIf you feel even a shred of remorse, tell me. Tell me the way to El Harun, you bitch!â
Damienâs long-suppressed rage exploded.
At that moment, Serian gave an order.
âEveryone, subdue him.â
[Translator â Peptobismol]