Novel Full Chapter 1627 Months
Chapter 1627 Months
‘Finally!’
Redon clenched his fists with glee as he stared at the massive veil looming in the distance.
‘It’s finally time.’
Months had passed since he was defeated by Atticus and had to join their ranks. He had endured in silence, biding his time as more and more of his spirit people were gathered, their numbers swelling into what could now be considered a truly fearsome army.
‘And to think… I was actually worried.’
Just a few months ago, he had openly clashed with Atticus during a meeting over his abrupt decision to halt their advance and participate in a competition. He had lost, and in that moment, Redon had truly feared that his mission would end in failure.
‘Just a few more minutes.’
But months ago, after Atticus and the others returned from their journey, they had resumed their ascent through the Span at a speed far surpassing anything they had shown before.
Now, there were mere minutes remaining before the territory’s protection vanished and the veil finally fell.
‘And when it does…’
He shifted his gaze toward the summit of the hill, where Atticus and his close retinue stood in silence.
‘It will finally end.’
Redon felt a powerful surge of exhilaration course through him at the thought of finally completing his long-awaited mission. And even more intoxicating was the promise of the approval that would follow.
‘The king will be pleased.’
Taking slow, measured breaths, he forced himself to composed down, careful not to reveal anything suspicious. Though Atticus’ bind held no true authority over him or the others, his conduct still mattered.
‘I should act now. Thin their numbers while I still can.’
Redon swept his gaze across the army. The number of spirit people had long since entered the billions, and their forms were scattered seamlessly throughout the ranks. A single thought was all it would take to set them into motion and carve away at their strength from within.
‘Yes… this is the right moment.’
‘If I do this properly… I’ll prove my worth.’
If the army collapsed into chaos from the sudden betrayal, they would be far less capable of facing the dangers that awaited beyond the veil.
‘He’ll see it. He’ll know I didn’t fail him.’
‘Hah…’
Redon drew in a deep breath, his resolve fully solidifying.
‘Now.’
He pulled his blade free in one fluid motion as his body ignited in blazing light.
“FOR THE KING!”
He roared, preparing to move, but the Eldorians and soldiers around him suddenly vanished.
“Huh?”
Redon frowned profoundly as he hurriedly scanned his surroundings. It wasn’t just those closest to him, but the hundreds of billions of Eldorian soldiers spread across the vast clearing were gone entirely, leaving behind only the purple forms of the spirit soldiers, who, just like Redon, slowly lowered their raised blades in confusion as they struggled to comprehend what had just happened.
“Ugh. Finally. I was starting to think that wait would never end.”
“…what?”
A playful voice rang out across the clearing, and Redon’s frown deepened as he turned toward Whisker, who was now staring directly at him, a cold, predatory glint flickering within his eyes.
“I’ve been wanting to rip you apart since the moment we realized you were nothing more than a rat.”
“Huh…?”
Redon’s eyes widened. He quickly glanced at the others. It wasn’t just Whisker. Ozeroth, Anorah, and many of the other leaders were all staring at him with cold, merciless eyes.
‘No…’
‘Not possible…’
‘And him…’
As his gaze met Atticus’, he felt as though he had been plunged into freezing water as the revelation struck him.
‘They knew.’
Hrrrk
The sound of a blade being sheathed rang out, and as he turned, Redon’s expression drained of all color.
“No…”
The billions of spirit soldiers suddenly split apart into countless pieces as blood and gore poured down the hill in a slow, endless crimson cascade.
“No… no… how…?”
His voice trembled as his knees gave out beneath him, and he collapsed, staring at the horrific scene before him with utter disbelief.
Swoosh.
Ozeroth appeared before him in a burst of golden light. His eyes were devoid of warmth as his twin hammers slowly materialized within his grip.
“You… you traitor…”
Redon’s teeth ground together violently as he glared up at Ozeroth with hatred.
“This is all because of you!”
He roared as he forced himself back to his feet, raising his blade and pointing it directly at him.
“If you hadn’t betrayed your people, none of this would’ve happened!”
“…”
Ozeroth said nothing. As his hammers fully formed, he began walking toward him slowly. “You think this changes anything?! I am a god! A mortal dares stand against me?!”
Redon’s will violently converged along the length of his blade as he swung it toward Ozeroth with everything he had.
‘Even if I die… I’ll kill you first.’
Clang!
Redon’s eyes widened in shock as Ozeroth casually knocked the attack aside as though it were nothing.
“How…?”
He was a god. No matter how powerful a mortal became, they should never be capable of opposing him.
“No…”
His shock deepened the moment his eyes caught the dark golden hue lingering at the edge of Ozeroth’s will.
“Y-you’re a go—”
Ozeroth’s hammer descended, crushing through his head and body without resistance and reducing him to shattered fragments in an instant.
…
“Are you okay?”
Atticus appeared beside Ozeroth moments later.
“…I am.”
‘You don’t look okay.’
Ozeroth eyes were silently fixed on the shattered remains of the spirit god he had just killed. Though he had attacked without hesitation, they had still been his people.
‘The spirit king…’
Even now, the truth left a bitter taste in Atticus’ mouth. Ozeroth had believed he was freeing the spirit people from the spirit king’s control. Atticus had also believed he was binding their wills to ensure their loyalty. But both of them had been completely wrong.
The brainwashing Ozeroth had discovered had been deliberately planted, designed to make them believe it existed. Even worse, the wills Atticus had bound weren’t their true individual wills, but an artificial construct crafted to perfectly mimic and merge with them.
Atticus had sensed no difference. And so, he had accepted it as real.
Atticus slowly clenched his fists.
Every single step.
From their first encounter with the Sprit god… to every battle… to the path they had walked until now…
All of it had been guided. All of it had been controlled. All of it… Had been orchestrated by one person.
Boom!
Atticus narrowed his eyes as Redon and the billions of spirit corpses suddenly began to implode, releasing countless dots of purple light that rose into the air and converged into a massive orb in the sky.
Atticus exchanged a grave glance with Ozeroth and Whisker before fixing his gaze forward just as the orb erupted into a blinding radiance.
From its depths, the radiant figure of a man slowly materialized.
“….”
The spirit king calmly swept his gaze across the vast hill, silently observing the countless remains and rivers of blood that had once been his soldiers.
“Hm.”
His expression did not change.
Without the slightest reaction, he looked away and let his gaze pass across each of them before stopping on Ozeroth and Ozerra.
“Ozeroth. Ozerra. Come back home.”
“….”
“….”
“….”
A suffocating silence settled over the entire hill.
“This… this is all you have to say?”
Ozeroth’s fists trembled as he stared at the spirit king with fury.
“….”
“Billions of spirit soldiers just died because of you! Is this what you call protecting the spirit world? Sacrificing your own people like they mean nothing?”
“The spirit world consists of trillions. As long as one survives, the rest are expendable.”
The spirit king’s voice remained calm. Despite the cruelty of his words, the air around him remained peaceful and undisturbed.
“You’re a coward.”
Ozeroth’s teeth clenched tightly.
“Hm?”
“You hide behind your schemes while your people bleed and die. You don’t deserve to rule anything.”
“You take after your mother in that regard.”
The spirit king smiled faintly. There was no warmth in it.
“Honor. Pride. They are meaningless. In this world, there are only winners and corpses. Sacrifice is not optional. It is necessary. Without it, you will fall.”
“Then…”
As Ozeroth ground his teeth, Atticus’ voice suddenly cut through the silence.
“Then all of it was meaningless… because you will still die.”
“….”
The spirit king’s gaze gradually shifted onto Atticus, staring for a brief moment. Then he laughed.
“Insignificant things often speak of inevitability… because they cannot see beyond themselves.”
“….”
“They were instructed to spare the both of you.”
As the spirit king’s form began to disperse into fading light, he turned his gaze back toward Ozeroth and Ozerra.
“Leave. This world is already finished. I will be waiting for the both of you in—”
A massive vine suddenly pierced through the light, tearing apart the fading projection and scattering it into nothingness.
“Damn, sheesh!”
They turned toward Whisker, who stood with his hands behind his head, shaking it in disbelief.
“And here I thought I had the worst daddy issues in this group. This guy’s completely insane.”
‘Whisker…’
Atticus wasn’t sure whether to reprimand him or praise him. He simply shook his head. Regardless, there were more important matters at hand.
“You okay to fight?”
He turned toward Ozeroth, who remained frozen as he stared at the empty space where the spirit king had stood. Ozerra stood quietly beside him.
“…yes.”
Ozeroth exhaled deeply, and as he did, the hesitation in his eyes faded.
“I am.”
“Good.”
Atticus turned toward the veil as Ozeroth, Ozerra, Whisker, Anorah, and the others gathered at his side.
“It’s falling.”
As the veil that had protected their world from the outside finally collapsed, a vast, oppressive aura descended upon them.