Chapter 573: I Will Kill You

Chapter 573: Chapter 225: I Will Kill You

He spouted nonsense without a second thought, pinning the origin of the Source of Death on the Gatekeeper of the Undead World and those Undead Creatures with the “Deadpool” status.

‘Since this supposedly great Master of True Slaughter can steal two realms, if he learned of the Realm of Death and the existence of Death God Olanir, would he just leave them be?’

‘But if that happened, what would become of a Little Mage like him, who could sneak into the Realm of Death at any time… Even a fool could guess.’

“The Guardian of the Undead World… Veraute?”

The face’s mouth opened and closed. The dark clouds split apart, revealing the red moon above. Bathed in its crimson glow, the mouth closed once more, its lips merely murmuring, “A special status for an Undead Creature, ‘Deadpool’? To think he would be Yanis…”

‘Yanis?’

‘The Death Master?’

“Great Master of True Slaughter, you know of Veraute and the Death Master?”

Wei’en remembered the panel saying that Death God Olanir’s awakening progress was only at three, which meant that including himself, only three people knew of His existence.

The last person to speak Olanir’s name was Mr. Clown Leonard, so…

‘Is McCarthy, the Master of True Slaughter in the clouds, the third?’

Soon, Wei’en dismissed the thought.

“You’re quite fluent in the Gonzalez tongue, however…” McCarthy didn’t answer his question. He glanced at the Grave Digger prostrated on the sea’s surface and chuckled softly. “As the sovereign upon the throne of the Slaughter Realm in the True World, I should grant my servant’s prayer…”

‘Grant his servant’s… prayer?’

‘Di-divine punishment?!’

Wei’en’s eyes flew open. He instinctively tried to blink away or use Shadow Step to escape into the Realm of Death.

HUMMM!

But before he could move, an even more terrifying and powerful pressure descended upon him from above.

At the same time, the face descended with it, arcing electricity shining down on him like a spotlight and rendering him unable to control his body.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. Not only could he not control his body, but a power so tangible it felt real was madly tearing and crushing him, a horrific force that seemed intent on ripping him to shreds.

The agonizing pain of his Source and soul being ripped apart made Wei’en scream, “AHHH—”

‘Dammit, move, move—’

[You have been noticed by the projection of the Master of True Slaughter, McCarthy. A projection from the Realm of ‘Truth’ has descended. Because your resilience level is below 100,000, your body is on the verge of collapse! Assessment: Well… this is bad… Special Reward: Survival Points +400, Source +5, Resilience Level +20, Spirit Level +20.]

[…]

Meanwhile, the Grave Digger sensed the reappearance of this familiar power. All of its mouths turned up into smiles as it spoke in unison, “Thank you, great Master of True Slaughter! We shall destroy the Illusion World and transform this place into an extension of the Realm of Truth!”

Aboard the *Leonard*, Clelia’s face was also deathly pale.

She bit her lip so hard it might have bled, trying not to make a sound. Her body was curled up behind the Lord of Dawn’s figurehead, as if that was the only way to hide from the presence in the clouds.

‘Wei’en…’

She heard Wei’en’s agonizing scream and knew how dangerous the situation was. ‘She… if I go out there, my fate will be the same as his…’

‘I, I, I… what should I do?’

Amid her anxiety and fear, more memories surfaced in her mind.

In her memories, a figure who looked identical to her sat upon a black throne, dressed in a violet and gold robe, her posture dignified and majestic as if she were looking down upon the world.

‘My name is—Clelia Yuli Biondini!’

‘I will lead the Night Empire and kill every last one of you bastards who scheme to destroy the world!’

“I, Clelia Yuli Biondini…”

Clelia seemed to possess infinite courage. Though her body trembled violently, she still shakily raised her head to look above the clouds and shouted, “I am here! McCarthy!”

‘I have to save him!’

‘Even if I die!’

“Oh?”

McCarthy’s enormous face froze. His pupils reflected the delicate figure on the platinum ship. “You, the Puppet Queen?”

His concentration wavered for a moment, and the pressure on the sea below faltered for an instant.

[Your body has been affected by the companion contract – Heal. Your injuries are recovering. Assessment: Don’t die… Reward: Survival Points +50.]

[Fatal danger has been detected. The companion contract has actively contacted Calamity Species Tina Klosterman. Assessment: Hold on for three seconds, you weakling! Special Reward: Survival Points +1, Source +1.]

‘The Calamity Species?’

‘The white-haired girl?’

Wei’en’s mind was in a daze. Although his physical injuries were healing quickly, the damage to his Source and soul still left him in unbearable pain.

But with what little consciousness he had left, a voice screamed in his mind. ‘Don’t come… Tina… stay away!!’

‘Clelia… run…’

“That’s right, you didn’t die…” A smile spread across McCarthy’s face as if he had discovered something delightful, and he began to laugh.

His laughter grew from a low rumble to a resonant boom, its violent force churning the dark clouds, accompanied by ceaseless thunder and lightning, as if he were about to descend upon this world.

“Hahaha… you won’t die either! But your destiny lies in the ‘Truth’!”

Then, a giant hand slowly condensed from the roiling dark clouds and descended toward Clelia. “Come with me, Puppet Queen. The ‘Truth’ will have your Night Empire and your Night Legion, or perhaps…”

“Oh~ is that so?”

Within seconds, Clelia’s body stopped trembling, and a smile returned to her face. It was as if she had returned to the moment she first met Wei’en in the Caster City State.

Her gaze fell upon Wei’en. She watched him lying in agony on the Water Elemental Spirit’s head, saw the distorted features caused by the power of the forbidden object, and her expression gradually softened.

‘Until next time, Wei’en…’

The giant hand closed around Clelia, slowly lifting her from the deck of the *Leonard*.

“Haha…”

The laughter from the clouds continued, its gaze fixed on Clelia, as if she alone was worth more than everyone below, not even sparing a glance for the Grave Digger.

“Cle-Clelia…”

Wei’en raised his head and looked at Clelia’s charming, radiant smile. Even as she was carried into the clouds, her smile remained enchanting and brilliant.

Clelia saw his gaze and her lips moved without a sound. ‘Era Relics… don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine… I’ll wait for you…’

Two trails of blood streamed from the corners of Wei’en’s eyes. He understood what she had said.

“I almost forgot, there’s still the prayer…”

The Master of True Slaughter, McCarthy, noticed the two of them below, a flicker of surprise in the depths of his eyes.

He felt as if he had returned to the last era, back beside the sky-blotting Night Legion, witnessing the Puppet Queen’s moment of madness and despair.

‘This time… what will your choice… be?’

‘Is it him?’

‘No, it should be me!’

The next second, unwilling to waste another thought on a maggot, he shot a bolt of lightning from his eyes, which descended wrapped in faint traces of ash and blood.

Die!

“No, McCarthy!” Clelia’s expression changed drastically. She whipped her head around to glare at him. “If he dies, I will kill you! In the name of the Lady of Night!!”

Hah!

‘The Lady of Night?’

McCarthy’s smiling face was silent and contemptuous. The giant hand continued to carry her as a deep, dark gate slowly opened behind him.

‘A maggot is just a maggot, dead is dead…’

‘Do you really think the Lady of Night will emerge from there again?’

‘If she could have, she should have appeared in this True World back in the last era to stop me!’

At that very moment, a petite figure appeared at Wei’en’s side. Facing the lightning bolt, she held out a small hand, and a cryptic, ominous aura spread toward the sky.

“Tina hates you!”

A bolt of black lightning shot out from her body and collided with the dazzling lightning wrapped in ash and blood. There was no violent crash, no shockwave. The two bolts of equal power simply canceled each other out.

The newcomer was none other than the white-haired girl, dangling a clown doll from her hand.

Then, a massive phantom appeared behind her—a long-haired woman who seemed as tall as the clouds in the sky. Her gaze fell upon the face in the clouds, and a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “So it’s you, McCarthy…”

“So it’s you, Tina Lilith Leonard…”

The two phantoms looked at each other, then, with a mutual understanding, took a step back and slowly faded away, as if they both knew now was not the time for war.

“I’m going to kill you! McCarthy!!”

After the silence, Wei’en’s roar suddenly echoed across the sea.

And the Grave Digger, who had witnessed all of this, was dumbfounded. ‘Great Master of True Slaughter… I-I-I’m still here…’