Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World

Descent (3)

Light and darkness filled the entire battlefield.

Kybriel darkened earth and the sky that settled down.

The Upper Draconium’s Ancient Dragons and the knights that accompanied Garhan and Genovia were surprised by such an impossible miracle.

“What’s this?”

“What the hell is going on!”

Omphalos didn’t just leave them alone.

“Kneel, lambs.”

The light sank.

Dozens of Ancient Dragons were wrapped with the sun’s rays and bowed.

The knights, who were barely catching their breath, hardened in the radiance.

Tens of thousands of monsters, which had become statues of darkness, stood tall next to them.

There was no pain. They were just afraid.

“Gasp!”

“Goddess! Goddess!”

Omphalos snapped his fingers.

“Wake up, my servants.”

The swamps of darkness that filled the basin fluctuated.

The hardened Alien monsters’ red eyes glowed again.

“Dinner is ready.”

The monsters began to groan.

“Grrr…”

The old Dragons and the knights turned pale.

Alien monsters were moving again! They were stuck in a tight spot!

“U-ugh!”

“Argh!”

It was time for numerous screams to echo in front of the rushing tidal wave of monsters.

“Omphalos!”

Kibie’s eyes widened.

Darkness burst out of her whole body.

Boom!

Tens of thousands of liberated monsters struggled again in the marshes of darkness.

“Argh!”

Even those who were hostile to her, and those who sinned against her, were in this world.

They should be punished by Latna, not by Omphalos.

“As the protector of Latna’s night!”

The chaotic darkness cascaded down toward the light.

“I rule you out!”

Omphalos smiled brighter.

“Well, do you want to fight?”

He spread his wings, too. The light was shot at the dark.

“Good. It’s also entertainment.”

Light and darkness clashed.

A huge wave filled the basin.

Boom!

The world began to shake and scream.

* * *

Their powers collided and competed against each other.

In the endless harmony and dancing light and darkness, Han-bin and his group were sitting down.

“Ugh!”

“Damn it…”

They couldn’t even move, let alone intervene.

The light of Omphalos was too heavy. Not to collapse was the only allowed freedom.

‘Kibie…’

Leaning against Gigant, Ryu Han-bin tried to raise his head.

If she was pushed back here, there was no more hope.

Unfortunately, the situation was flowing towards despair.

“Oh, you’re pretty good.”

Tuning the light, Omphalos looked surprised.

He wasn’t truly puzzled. His expression was simply so exaggerated that he looked like he was.

The face of truth immediately followed.

“But…”

It was a mockery.

“It’s not enough, though.”

The light of Omphalos changed.

The light turned to darkness.

The darkness became a fire.

Fire to water, water to wind, wind to earth.

He used everything in Latna and relentlessly pushed out Kibie’s darkness!

Kibie’s expression twisted in pain.

“Ugh!”

Her darkness began to diminish noticeably.

Omphalos let out a magnificent voice in his vast presence.

“You don’t think you’re pushed back because you’re not in perfect condition, do you?”

Now he was also a god of Latna.

Even if the current Kibie returned as the Goddess of Darkness, she would not be a match for Omphalos.

“The six of you shared one world evenly…”

Omphalos’s fire burned the darkness.

Kibie kept getting damaged.

“There’s no way you can challenge me, who stood alone.”

Effir let out a scream.

“Sister Kybriel!”

“You don’t have to cry so hard, Latnain.”

Omphalos grinned as he looked back at her.

“Your Goddess is in so much discomfort, but she can’t even die though she wants to.”

Darkness gathered in the air, and a beautiful woman with black hair reappeared.

It was Kibie, who looked exhausted.

“Gasp… gasp…”

Omphalos had to destroy her in a different way.

“I’ll take what I have to take.”

Soon, the darkness entered his grasp.

Another divine power of the darkness fused with the Guideline, which Kibie had taken from Hollien.

Omphalos muttered, caressing Kybriel’s sealed power between his fingers.

“Getting this doesn’t necessarily make me stronger…”

What he needed was ‘the permission to exist’ before the divine power of the Goddess. It was not the power itself.

He didn’t need Latna’s skills anymore now.

“But it’s still a waste to give it to others, right?”

Omphalos swallowed the darkness.

And he glared at Kibie with a grin.

“You look exhausted. I guess you aren’t free from the constraints of mortals because you’re an incarnation.”

Breathing hard, Kibie rolled her eyes.

“You’re also an incarnation, aren’t you? You’re not perfect, either.”

“That’s true, but there’s a ratio. I’m six times better than you under the same conditions.”

“To make up for that…”

Suddenly, Kibie smiled coldly.

“I have trusted allies!”

She knew well that she couldn’t be a match to him.

She didn’t aim for Omphalos.

There was darkness at her feet, spreading throughout the battlefield like a web, erasing the light of Omphalos.

It was a light that bound Han-bin and his group.

“Huh?”

“I can move!”

The invisible pressure that had been so intense disappeared!

Raising the Gigant, Ryu Han-bin triggered red Aura.

“Ahhhhh!”

* * *

Leon Hart’s boxing penetrated the light and struck directly at Omphalos.

“Kybriel’s darkness, envelop my fists!”

Effir’s electric attack danced through the sky.

-Magic Swordsmanship: Fangs of the Thunder Dragon!

Artis’s staff let out a heatwave.

“Primordial Firestorm!”

Ryu Han-bin’s blow divided the sky.

-Vertical Cut!

A formidable offensive enough to shake the heavens and earth alone came at Omphalos in all directions.

He had a look of admiration.

“You are strong.”

He raised his right hand and stirred the air.

In an instant, a curtain of light unfolded to block the offensive.

“For mortals.”

Bam!

A seemingly undentable force field protected his body. Han-bin’s group, who were charging in, were all ricocheted away.

“Ugh!”

“Ugh!”

In a hurry, Plater cast spiritual arts.

“Sorondi, may you bless my allies!

Unlike others, he wasn’t good at attacking, so he kept waiting and watching for a chance instead.

Thanks to that, he saved his colleagues in time.

Effir and Artis, who were barely out of range, opened their mouths in astonishment.

“Ah…”

“It’s not going to work.”

Ryu Han-bin and Leon Hart, on the other hand, weren’t shaken.

“He’s a god, isn’t he?”

“This won’t work for sure.”

Omphalos smiled mildly in the shroud of light.

“Is that so?”

He was wanted to watch Han-bin’s group one by one.

“Are you those at the Top Four tasked to defend this world?”

Effir and Artis were embarrassed.

‘Huh?’

‘What do you mean by the Top Four?’

Ryu Han-bin and Leon Hart were named as the new Top Four members.

‘But I’m just a mutant Wyvern.’

‘I’m just a Mage and a Dragon.’

Omphalos asked, wondering if the reaction between the two was unexpected.

“Was I wrong? I know that the Top Four is the most powerful Aura user, Mage, the Magic Swordsman, and Spiritist in Latna.”

Effir and Artis’s facial expressions changed strangely.

‘Come to think of it…’

The Sword King Baotolt and the Thunder King Garhan were dead.

Hollien, the Transcendental, had lost all her strength.

The Archmage Genovia’s condition was a bit vague, but she was no longer “Latnain” anyway.

The Top Four left in the past who had been famous for decades were no more.

And unlike Hollien, Garhan and Genovia didn’t have a successor.

Hollien, who was not interested in power, had passed on knowledge and wisdom to her heart’s content by simply treating Plater as a cute disciple.

But Garhan and Genovia were powerful beings and national leaders.

If someone was in power, it was common sense to be wary of the second-in-command. They let them know as much as they needed, but never any more than that.

Later, they took care of them after he rose to a transcendent level, but they couldn’t grow as much as Plater because they had less time.

For this reason, the remaining strongest Magic Swordsman of the Kaldris kingdom was only level 106, and the strongest Mage of the Mado kingdom was only level 107.

On the other hand, thanks to Ryu Han-bin’s generous boost, Effir and Artis were well over level 120 now.

Of course, Latna’s Dragons were implicitly excluded from the Top Four title. Still, only one person was now higher than those two, including the Upper Draconium Ancient Dragons.

It was Manakiras at level 141.

But she was an Aura Dragon. No Force Dragon or Mana Dragon was stronger than the two.

Effir blinked blankly.

‘Really? I’m the best Magic Swordsman now?’

Artis found it ridiculous.

‘Am I the greatest Mage in Latna? Me?’

But both came to their senses immediately.

Now was not the time to worry about such falsehood. The worst nightmare of all time was in front of them!

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Han-bin’s group jumped on Omphalos again.

Crossing hands, Leon Hart prepared for the strongest strike.

“Spear of Darkness and Light!”

Effir also performed her most deadly magic swordsmanship technique.

-Magic Swordsmanship: Lightning Explosion!

Artis’s staff gathered all of his Mana and conjured his ultimate flame magic.

“Fall into ashes and ruins, Prismatic Rune Flare!”

A pitch-black spear flew in, leaving a lightning-fast trajectory, and even the pillar of fire, which heated up, distorted the space.

It was the best they could do.

Against all of their barrages, Omphalos did nothing.

Without even spreading the curtain of light…

Boom!

He took everything head-on using his body.

That alone blew Leon Hart and Effir back again, while Artis was forced to kneel.

“Ugh!”

“Ugh…”

“Oh, my God…”

Three people clenched their teeth.

“Did you say they were your trusted allies?”

He sounded sarcastic.

“I don’t understand, Kybriel.”

It resonated through despair.

“Why did you think they were worthy of your trust?”

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