The Return of Apocalypses Tyrant

Episode 208

[The shells are the Revelators, but the souls inside are other people.] Yor muttered

lowly, looking at them as if Namgung was manipulating them with amusement.

[Who is it? If it’s enough to cut off Ouroboros’ scales, it won’t be an ordinary scythe… Is it Kronos’ scythe?]

He looked at the huge scythe that Jinwei was holding.

[No, Squite is a weapon from mythology. If it were to follow carnival rules, it wouldn’t be usable. Moreover, unless he is Kronos, he cannot use it… the soul inside that shell cannot be him.]

Yor looked at Jinwei’s scythe closely.

[…Right. It’s the Grim Reaper’s.]

He nodded as if he understood.

Grim Reaper.

The name of the so-called Death God in human history.

But that was not the name of God.

‘It would be correct to call it the name of a place rather than a specific entity. And he made a contract with the Reaper at the Soul Well.’

Yor smiled strangely.

‘The elves who were sleeping under the lake have now become the Reapers, and their king, Akasha Tanubiel, has become the King of the Reapers.’

It was said that he had ascended to the position of Grim Reaper.

[You shook your head.]

Yor could tell that Akasha’s soul had seeped into Jinwei’s body.

[But it’s fun. There is another soul in Jinwei’s body, but Aira Michel is different.]

Her body contained not the soul of another being, but her own.

[After all, he is a well-behaved person.]

He leaned a little more on the chair and crossed his arms.

[However, seeing as he uses a sword rather than his original weapon of a staff, it appears he received instruction from someone. Indeed… I wonder how far I can climb with those two.]

Yor muttered with eyes full of anticipation.

* * *

[Keueeeeek—!!!] When

the Shinigami’s scythe pierced Ouroboros’ scales and stuck in its neck, it opened its huge mouth, spitting out the tail it was biting.

▶ Ouroboros unfolds the Ark.

▶ A strong toxic zone is formed in a radius.

Its scales spread one by one, and black smoke spewed out from hundreds or thousands of small holes within it.

“….”

Unlike Nangong, who retreated, Jinwei and Aira Michel jumped inside, paying no heed to the poisonous fog.

[I can hear the souls of the two people inside the corpses screaming from here. Would you rather be happy dead? If he were alive, the pain might have been even more terrible.]

Nameless said, looking at the two people who were frantically stabbing Ouroboros’ limbs.

[Did you say it was the sword of the Cheok family? The sword itself appears to have nothing unusual, so it must have strong soul power.]

He said in a low voice while looking at one of the two swords held by Eira Michel.

[Cruck, seeing someone who was once called a saint wielding a sword… It’s funny, but strangely fitting.]

Pugh-!!!

Along with the crude long sword, another sword held by Eira Michel was stuck on the top of Ouroboros’ head.

Hwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh…?

Then, purple flames bloomed on the blade and enveloped the guy’s entire body.

[Keeeeek—!!]

Ouroboros screamed as if in pain.

[…It’s beautiful. On the one hand, I feel disappointed. Because the world I lived in was different, I couldn’t see strong people like that.]

“Well, even after seeing that?”

[Crook….]

Eira Michel pulled down the embedded sword with all her might.

Crackling –

the sound of Ouroboros’ head splitting in half followed by her arm bones breaking.

Boom….

At first glance, the sword with the purple aura was not big enough to be held with one hand.

[….]

If it weren’t for the corpse, the first thing that would have happened was screaming from the pain of the broken arm.

But she walked slowly, raising her sword with her tattered arms without any hesitation.

[Uhm….]

Nameless looked embarrassed as he watched her stumble, smashing the sword of Gyuyeomgaek into the floor and collapsing.

[If it’s unfortunate, I can deal with it. How about it? I, too, have not experienced the sword because the world I lived in was different from yours.]

Jinwei Akasha, who cut off Ouroboros’ half-parted head with a sickle, spoke to Nameless.

[No, fighting against the Shinigami is forbidden. If you smell the scent of the Reaper, your bed will be dirty.]

[If you can still dream, that would be a blessing in itself.]

Akasha said, putting away her scythe.

[That woman is no longer possible. Because I fought with an unsuitable weapon to begin with. Was there anything lighter?]

“I came to hunt the Avatar, not to provide for the convenience of the dead. “I just needed the best weapon available in the current situation.”

Looking at her tattered by the poisonous fog, Namgung spoke calmly.

Slurp –

Then he pushed the two swords left by Eira Michel into the squadron.

[Now there are two. It went smoother than I thought. I was worried because they said it was a test of the Avatar.]

“Well… out of the two remaining, I’ve only hunted one.”

[That’s fine. Doesn’t that mean you know how to catch at least one fish for sure?]

“That’s true. The only problem is that it took me 10 months to hunt Apophis in my previous life.”

[…10 months?]

“Other incarnations are similar, but Apophis has the toughest vitality. To be exact, he’s closer to immortality.”

[How do you hunt a guy like that?]

“It’s scales are hard enough that a sword can’t go through it, but there’s one place on its belly that’s much weaker than the other incarnations. “If you’re going to aim for it, you should aim for that place.”

[It’s the underside of the ship… It’s a tricky weak point.]

[To finish off a monster that took 10 months to successfully hunt in just a few minutes…]

Latea let out a low sigh at Namgung’s words.

Crackling –

Namgung put his hand into the mouth of Ouroboros, whose head had been cut off.

Tsk… blah blah blah…

He turned his hand with all his might and pulled out Ouroboros’ tooth.

[What are you using that for?]

Lathea asked.

“Apophis’s weak point is the belly skin under the scales, but that doesn’t mean you can easily cleave its belly. “You have to melt its skin and then cut open its stomach.”

[The poison must be effective.]

Namgung carefully put the fang back into the house and slowly climbed the stairs of the cliff.

“…uh?”

It was then.

When he climbed all the way up the stairs, Apophis, who he thought would be waiting for him wrapped up in a coil, was nowhere to be seen.

“How did this… happen?”

Surprisingly, waiting for him at the top of the mountain was the dead body of Apophis.

Crunch… Crunch…

The size of the previous incarnations was great, but a strange sound came from inside the corpse of a snake whose length was so enormous that it could not be compared to them.

It was clearly the sound of flesh being torn apart.

“….”

At that sound, Namgung’s face hardened.

Because, other than himself, there was only one person who could be at the altar of Apophis.

[It’s you.]

At that moment, a head popped out from above the giant snake’s body.

Hwaaaaaaaaaah—!!!

Surprisingly, the person eating Apophis’ corpse was a child with an innocent face.

[I missed you. Because waiting for my turn is so boring. Thank you, right? Thanks to me, you saved me a lot of trouble.]

“…Hydra.”

Unlike the expression on the face of the child who was happily waving at him, Namgung’s face was crumpled when he saw him.

[what? That child is the incarnation of the seven snakes?]

Nameless and Lathea asked in bewildered voices at the sight of the child who did not have the appearance of a snake at all.

“It has to be that way. “Because he resembles Yor the most out of all the incarnations.”

Hydra, smiling at Namgung’s words, stuck his hand into Apophis’ corpse.

Scribble… Kzuz…. As

the child’s arm penetrated the scales and swung around inside the snake’s body, the sound of muscle and flesh being torn was heard.

[Now, this is a gift for coming this far.]

Hydra took out Apophis’ inner altar and threw it at Namgung.

[It looks like the blood vessels have been opened, so eating it will help. Because the snake’s internal strength strengthens internal strength. If you kill me, make sure you eat it. If that happens, I won’t be able to ignore Yor anymore.]

He said while poking his left chest with his finger.

[…It’s not normal.]

Unknown said as if he felt bad looking at Hydra’s grinning face.

“I don’t know what you were thinking, but you did something useless. “If we had fought together with that guy, we would have had a better chance of winning.”

[okay? I’m glad you said that. I tried my best because I was worried that I wouldn’t be a good match for him.]

“….”

Namgung

chewed on Apophis’ inner dan.

As the bitter scent emanating from the inner altar filled his mouth, he felt a warm energy filling his blood vessels.

“Then I guess I shouldn’t disappoint you.”

Slurring –

Namgung drew his sword.

The blade began to tremble as if it wanted the Hydra’s blood.

[already? It will take some time to completely absorb Naedan.]

“It doesn’t matter.”

[I don’t want to fight unless it’s in perfect condition…]

At that moment, Namgung lightly decapitated the [Kimyeongsword] Hydra’s neck and flew backwards.

[Hmm, I guess I thought wrong. It looks like we are fully prepared.]

The guy used his finger to trace his red blood flowing down his collarbone and licked it with his tongue.

“Shut up and come in.”

Nameless felt puzzled by Namgung’s attitude as he glared at the hydra with burning eyes.

This was because, unlike other incarnations, he was particularly hostile towards the guy.

[Did something happen in your past life?]

[I don’t know. They say he was the only one among the seven incarnations of snakes who failed to hunt that guy… Is that because of that?]

[It looks like there’s something involved with that guy Namgung, so please don’t lose your rating because of that.]

“I know.”

Mu-myeong realized that his worries were unfounded when he heard his calm voice.

[Indeed… the way he suppresses his boiling anger is truly top-notch. I don’t know if there was anything to do with you in my past life, but I’m happy. I can really stick with you.]

Hydra took a step back and pulled out his spear that was stuck in Apophis’ body.

[I like fighting the strong. I’m looking forward to it. Now, hurry up and show me your power.]

He said to Namgung as if he was truly happy.

“okay?”

Kwahia Ahhh— !!!

At that moment, Natriel’s huge horn struck the guy’s side. Due to his small stature, he flew dozens of meters and landed there.

“I have no intention of doing one-on-one.”

Pot-!!

Namgoong moved.

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