Chapter 442

"Oh my god……!"

"It's on a different level from what's written in the books!"

Screams bordering on cheers poured ceaselessly from the mouths of the witches who were looking up at the blood-red sky while squeezing out their barriers.

Were they really the ones shivering in fear of ruin just a moment ago. Their pupils were gleaming with fanatical excitement.

Originally, across all dimensions, the evaluation of the Necromancer class was obvious.

A non-mainstream class that pushes through with numbers.

The main body is infinitely weak, and the undead scrubs they drag out are consumables that crumble puff-puff at a single area-of-effect skill from a mage. This was the established theory.

A class with a limit stamped on it from birth.

But the sight unfolding up in that sky right now was smashing the common sense of magic engineering that witches had built up over hundreds of years whole.

Kim Minwoo, who broke the shackles of Tartarus and released his divine status.

The undead sharing that magic power neural network were simply a disaster.

Kwaaaaang―!

Cleaving the pitch-black clouds, the Ancient Dragon Granit, draped in massive fortress-like scales, shot out letting out a roar.

A mass charge of an Ancient Dragon that had lived for 10,000 years.

Blocking that ignorant strike said to pierce even mountain ranges was the Dragon Knight Cedric holding a blood-red spear.

― How dare you bare your claws at the Lord?

The martial domain deployed by Cedric cleaved the empty air.

Granit's rock shell, said to be impenetrable, tore like a sheet of paper. Red blood poured down like a waterfall.

"Kyaaaak! Lord Cedric! You're so cool!"

"This is crazy, really! So that was the sword aura of the Hwangrin Duke I saw in the critical biography!"

The witches' shouts shook the battlefield putting an idol fan club to shame.

The witches pouring out cheering-like screams to somehow catch his eye even while squeezing out the defensive barrier.

At that sound, Cedric swung his blood-red spear pretending to be solemn, then slightly turned his head toward the witches, showed off his jawline, and gave a pishik smile.

― ……Heh.

"Kyaaak! He just smiled looking at me, right?!"

"Don't be so frivolous! He is the 1st Legion Commander of the Death Lord!"

The four Legion Commanders whose names had already spread across all dimensions tied to the Death Lord's critical biography.

It had long since been a massive idol within the Coven.

『Freeze.』

The moment the heavenly word fell from between Merhen's lips, a massive ice domain was laid on the battlefield.

The massive body of the 10,000-year-old water dragon Elaudia froze helplessly in the absolute zero space dominated by Merhen.

"Go Merhen! Go Archmage!"

"That's the ice domain the Witch of the White Night uses? She grabs the entire space without even a magic formula?!"

Kwang! Kwareureureureuk!

On the other side, Vulcan chewed and swallowed the breath of the Ancient Dragon of Greed Aureon head-on and spewed hellfire, and the Vampire Queen Olivia was endlessly trampling the blind spots of the Execution Dragon Shrike from the shadow.

"Go Death Lord! Burn them all, Lord Vulcan!"

"Unni! Take me, Olivia unni!"

The main base of the Eastern Witch Coven heated up bizarrely enough to make one wonder if it was really a battlefield.

10,000-year-old Ancient Dragons that the entire Coven had to risk their lives to stop.

The sight of mere summons, not even Kim Minwoo himself, perfectly trampling and toying with that overwhelming disaster was engraving an indelible shock and joy into the witches' brains.

Looking down at that frenzy beneath his feet, Kim Minwoo let out a pishik laugh.

The effect of throwing off the Restraints of Tartarus and regaining his intact divine status had smashed even the limiters of the Legion Commanders riding the magic power neural network.

It was the very moment Kim Minwoo squeezed his hand holding Hell Rhapsody and was about to leap toward the reverse scale of the largest spoil, the giant red dragon Linax.

Kuuuung―!

The cheers of the frenzied witches abruptly cut off in an instant.

The roars of the giant dragons shaking the surroundings and the collision sounds of magic power were completely muted.

A creepy silence, as if someone had unplugged the power plug of the universe entirely, pressed down on the battlefield.

"……Uh?"

As if promised, the gazes of the witches simultaneously fixed on the empty air.

In the middle of the sky where blood-red clouds were bizarrely torn.

A young boy with pure white hair fluttering was walking down slowly using the empty air as a stepping stone.

The moment they saw that child, an instinctive hatred boiled up from deep within the witches' hearts. A primordial hostility engraved in their souls having fought bloodily against the Dragon Legion for hundreds and thousands of years.

But the witches, who opened their mouths to spew out that hatred, immediately gasped and panted, crushed by the distant energy pressing down on their entire bodies.

Overwhelming mass.

A bizarre mystery of compression as if forcibly crumpling dozens of planets.

The witches instinctively realized.

Their eternal natural enemy. The ruler of all dragons. The King of Dragons and the terrible apostle of the Outer God.

The Dragon Lord Arcaia.

"Oh my? Are all my toys going to break?"

Arcaia muttered with an innocent child's voice and tilted his head.

That gaze smoothly scanned the four Legion Commanders overwhelming the battlefield, and soon fixed on Kim Minwoo's face, who was glaring at him holding Hell Rhapsody.

The boy's footsteps stopped in the empty air.

Beneath the pure white eyelashes, the vertical pupils of a reptile that had lost its reason gleamed bizarrely.

"Fascinating."

Arcaia tilted his head with a young face.

"Have we met somewhere?"

A light and innocent tone, as if speaking to an old friend met by chance in the neighborhood.

"Why is it so familiar? Your smell."

At the same time the end of those words dropped.

Arcaia's figure, which was floating hundreds of meters in the air, literally 'evaporated'.

'……!'

Goosebumps shot up Kim Minwoo's entire body.

Even the transcendent senses of a Higher God could not follow his trajectory.

He didn't teleport through space. He just closed the distance tearing space itself with an overwhelming physical speed.

Arcaia, who had approached right in front of Kim Minwoo's nose before he knew it, slightly extended a small, white fist with an impeccably clear smile.

A light punch thrown as if playing a joke.

But the energy bursting from the tip of that small fist contained a terrible ruin enough to evaporate the crust of a planet entirely.

'Block it.'

Bloodshot veins appeared in Kim Minwoo's two eyes.

[Deploying skill, Descent (EX)!]

[The divine status governing death perfectly overwrites your physical body!]

Evasion was impossible.

Kim Minwoo immediately poured all the divine status of a Higher God and the authority of the Maestro of the Underworld into the broad blade of Hell Rhapsody and pulled it up like a shield.

Kwaaaaaaaang―!

The cute fist of a young child and the demonic sword compressed with all the authority of the Death Lord clashed head-on.

And that instant.

Kuuuuuuung―!

With a roar like a sun exploding, an unimaginably super-powerful shockwave stretched out in all directions.

"Kyaaaaaak!"

"The defensive membrane! The barrier is breaking!"

Dozens of layers of massive magic barriers covering the sky of the Eastern Witch Coven shattered like glass windows.

The shockwave didn't stop there.

The Coven's sturdy magic protection buildings, specially designed to endure even dimensional distortions, shook to their roots and began to collapse just from the aftermath of a single clash in the empty air.

"H-how does this make sense……?"

Even Ananke could not hide her astonishment as if she absolutely could not believe it.

Just a light punch thrown out.

The last bastion that had prevented ruin just from the aftermath of that clash was crumpling like a sheet of paper.

"Keueueuk……!"

Kim Minwoo felt the bones in both his arms holding Hell Rhapsody screaming.

Even though he had drawn up all the defense mechanisms of a Higher God, the violence of the overwhelming mass crushing his physical body was beyond imagination.

The empty air beneath his feet split jjeok-jjeok. Bouncing away tens of meters, a streak of red blood flowed down between his lips.

But Arcaia, instead of chasing the pushed-back Kim Minwoo, stopped in the empty air tilting his head.

The boy's pure white eyebrows twitched minutely.

"……Oh my? Strange."

Arcaia muttered looking down at his own small, white hand that had just thrown the punch.

"That thing just now. It's exactly the same as my power?"

The boy's pupils sharply dug into the energy wrapping Kim Minwoo's entire body as if rummaging through it.

The energy Kim Minwoo had drawn up along with Descent just now. The chaos attribute obtained by swallowing the Lord of the Abyss, in other words, the power originating from the dregs of the Outer God.

"You use my dad's technique too?"

Arcaia wore a bizarre smile.

Dad.

That was how this crazy Primordial Dragon called the Outer God beyond the veil, who had polluted his soul and injected bizarre knowledge to corrupt him into a perfect apostle.

The boy turned his gaze toward the empty air. He began to mutter as if conversing with someone invisible.

"Dad. Where did you give your techniques away? Did you get another toy besides me?"

The appearance of a young child whining toward the empty air.

But at that creepy madness, the witches froze without even being able to make a breathing sound.

"Eey, lies. My dad isn't that easy of an Outer God, right? You only adore me."

That instant.

From the distant abyss beyond the dimension caught only by Kim Minwoo's sensory perception, a terrible will flowed out vibrating the atmosphere.

― #@!%!@!

A bizarre and unpleasant noise that could absolutely never be interpreted by the eardrums of a mortal.

The inherent language of the Outer God twisting the laws of the universe, and a presence imbued with fierce anger.

Arcaia, casually listening to that bizarre rupturing sound in his ear, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Ah, he stole it? A thief?"

The boy giggled and burst into laughter.

"But when did he steal it? I've never seen a guy like that…… Aha, in the past? Going back in time?"

Arcaia's laughter gradually died down.

And the boy turned his head very slowly, glaring intently at Kim Minwoo again.

From deep within those creepy vertical pupils staring intently for a long time, the sound of fragments of a bizarre truth finally finding their place and meshing together was heard.

"Ssi-ik."

Arcaia's mouth corners curled up bizarrely as if they would tear to his ears.

Over the young voice of the Primordial Dragon, a terrible murderous intent concentrated over 10,000 years was overlaid.

"So you are that human who ran away like a rat behind that bitch's back in Claudia back then!"