The 9Th Class Swordmaster: Blade Of Truth [EN]: Chapter 461

274. The Battle of Parel (5)

“Let go of this!”

Kwaang-!!!

The god with the fly-like face couldn’t hide his embarrassment as he stroked his stinging cheek where Khalil had struck him.

“Where did this impudent bastard come from……!!”

Not only the 4th Disaster God himself, but also the other gods who saw Khalil’s actions were speechless.

They had lived for so long since the beginning of time, but none of them had ever seen such a sight.

“There have been those who rebelled against the gods in the history of dimensions, but you are the most absurd one I’ve ever seen.”

“Are you trying to turn us into fighting dogs?”

“Don’t think we’ll play along with your game.”

The gods scoffed at Khalil’s proposal.

“I had some expectations, but it was just a wordplay. Well, this is all humans can think of.”

“How dare you say such nonsense……!!”

Suhan Hazar felt the gods’ anger prickling on his skin.

“…….”

He unconsciously took a defensive stance.

“It’s okay.”

Khalil patted him lightly on the shoulder and said.

“They can’t kill us.”

“Pardon?”

“If you have something other than decorations on your head, you’ll know. The moment I die, the last chance to regain the lost opportunity disappears.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the faces of the gods who were blocked from unleashing disaster, including the old man, hardened.

[Kekeke, you didn’t intend to trade with the remaining gods from the beginning. You were aiming for those three gods.]

Alun Zavius sneered as he looked at them.

“Fine. I’ll fall for this stupid act. I’ll see if you can stop the disaster I’ll cause.”

One of the gods waved his hand at Khalil and turned away.

“What number are you?”

“I am the Sixth Disaster God.”

He was a man with sharp eyes.

The jawline visible through his robe looked firm, and he certainly seemed more resolute than the others.

“I am the only god who inherited Lord’s will. I will be different from the others.”

“I see.”

Khalil nodded as if he understood his words.

Sekhmet, called the Sixth Disaster, was indeed a corruption similar in name to Sekhmet, called the Apostle of God.

He was a poisonous disaster.

Hathor and Sekhmet, the corruption of the fifth disaster, the epidemic, both had the form of a poisonous fog and looked similar, but Sekhmet was a completely different monster.

At first, they used the method of exterminating Hathor, again using tens of thousands of people as specimens and driving them into his lair.

It was a terrible way to find a cure, but they thought it was the only way.

But the result was the opposite.

The people who died in Sekhmet’s fog tried to revive as Sekhmut and attacked humans instead.

In a situation where they were already struggling to deal with the monsters popping out of Parel, the continent was in utter chaos the moment tens of thousands of Sekhmut suddenly broke out.

“Yes. That’s what happened.”

Khalil murmured quietly as if he understood, recalling the name of the Sixth Disaster.

“You’re definitely different from the other guys.”

“I don’t need to hear such praise from you.”

He seemed offended and said, and Khalil sneered at his appearance.

“But you know what, Sixth… Will you even get a chance?”

“Before that, you might be eaten by the disaster. But if that happens, I have no choice but to accept it. Because that’s the rule set from the beginning.”

The man smirked at Khalil.

“That would be a happy thing in itself. Even if I don’t get the throne, I’ll be able to see your arrogant head cut off and stuffed and hung in my display case forever!”

Kwaang-!!

The ground rumbled as he took a step. The man who had turned around approached Khalil with an expression that he couldn’t contain his anger.

“But if there’s one thing I want from you, please don’t lose to the other disasters. I will personally kill you in the most painful way as a price for making fun of us and stuff you and hang you in my display case forever!”

“Hiss…….”

“Cough?!”

The moment his shout was heard, Suan and Aidan felt a sharp sense of oppression that made it impossible to breathe.

[Krrr…….]

Toscana also growled lowly, circling around Parel as if wary of him.

“The opportunity I mentioned isn’t what you think.”

But despite his pressure, Khalil still answered in a calm voice.

“……what?”

Puk-

It was then.

The eyebrows of the sturdy man trembled.

When Khalil raised his head, the man’s face, which had been covered by his robe, was visible.

“Your expression is worth seeing.”

“You…… dog…….”

The man slowly turned his head with a trembling face. A sharp shamshir [a curved, single-edged sword] was stuck through his waist, and the woman with the snake lips standing behind him smiled coldly and said.

“Why are you……!!!”

“I’ve never liked this bastard.”

She said as if she had been waiting for a reason to kill him.

“Inherit Lord’s will? He was just given that name because Lord felt sorry for him. What’s with the sixth subject…….”

“You……!! You bitch……!!!”

Puk-!!!

Despite the man’s shout, the woman with the snake lips pushed the shamshir she was holding even further.

“It’s a violation of the rules to manifest the power of God in another world, but using power against a god who is not human is a separate matter.”

Gadeuk……! Gagak……!!

As she turned the handle of the shamshir, the blade stuck in the man’s body made a strange sound as if it were gnawing at bones.

“Cough……. Keheok…….”

At the same time, he gasped violently as if in pain.

“It’s not a bad offer. This much effort is within the allowable range to find a lost opportunity.”

“I knew you would do that.”

Khalil said as if he had expected the woman’s actions.

“You remind me of someone I know.”

Chwiik-!

At Khalil’s words, the blue snake tattoo drawn on his wrist rippled and disappeared.

“Kukuk.”

She laughed lightly as if she knew what he meant.

“Among the Master Keys, the fifteenth has special powers, so our polytheistic gods put their heart and soul into creating it. It’s natural to resemble a god, but…….”

She pointed to Mael.

“Among them, he is special. Samael, Diago, Kamael……. He exists in various dimensions under various names, and has had countless names throughout history in one dimension, but the important thing is that I put the most effort into making him more than anyone else.”

The woman smiled at Khalil and said.

“He’s that cunning.”

“I may be in tune with you because I am the one who handles him.”

“I don’t care about you at all.”

She shrugged at Khalil’s answer.

“Weren’t you hoping someone would start?”

“Who was looking for a chance to kill?”

“Keuheuk.”

The woman laughed.

“The trigger has been pulled, and now all that remains is to see what their choice will be.”

“What do you think?”

“Interestingly, the history of gods is no different from the history of humans. It’s a long time that can’t even be compared to humans, but in the end, they too are a history of struggle.”

She lightly licked the blood on the shamshir with her tongue and said.

“In a world where someone dies and someone is eaten, we have created rules to prevent the killing and killing.”

“So you used us as pawns to avoid fighting among yourselves.”

The woman slowly nodded at Khalil’s answer.

“But as history has proven, there are those who want the rules to be broken. The history of God is the history of power. It is the law of nature that there are strong gods and weak gods…….”

She licked her lips slightly.

The split tongue really resembled that of a snake.

“Winner takes all. It is natural for the weak to submit, so why would unnecessary rules bind the strong?”

“Like you?”

“Not just me.”

Uaaaaaaaaaa—!!!!!

Someone’s shout was heard.

The god who lost his chance first, along with the woman with the snake lips, stretched out his arms, and his arms were wrapped in thick bandages like blood.

“Hup!!”

He took a deep breath and slammed his fists together. Then, a heavy sound was heard, and his arms swelled up greatly.

The appearance of his body swelling up was like watching the first corruption, the blood fog drinking.

‘Disasters are created to resemble the characteristics of each god. That means that the strategy for attacking disasters may be effective when dealing with them.’

Although he failed to prevent the disaster in his previous life, Khalil remembered all the disasters he had experienced so far.

‘Now one person.’

Khalil thought, looking at the corpse of the Sixth Disaster God who had been killed by the woman with the snake lips.

It was the first time he had prevented a disaster without getting his hands dirty and without human sacrifice.

“S, stop!!!”

“I’m sorry. But it’s already spilled water [an action that cannot be undone].”

“You idiot!!!”

The First Disaster God also raised his fist in the end, and the Fifth God blocked his attack.

Kwaang! Kwang!! Kwagagagagang……!!!

The old man quietly took out his cane.

The 4th Disaster God with the fly face watched the scene and was wary of the old man.

Uaaaaak……!!

Aak–!!

The bastards now started fighting each other without exception. Screams and shouts were heard from all directions.

“Keuheuk.”

The woman with the snake lips hummed as if she were listening to music and watched them fight.

“…….”

Things were going according to his will, but Khalil did not let his guard down. Four gods had started fighting, but the remaining seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth disaster gods had not joined the fight.

‘No matter how desperate the gods who have lost their chance are, there is no guarantee that they will kill them all.’

That’s because some of them may declare that they will cause a disaster.

Khalil encouraged the gods to fight, but he cannot directly prevent the disaster.

It’s annoying, but that’s the rule, so the gods will probably feel the same way.

However, Khalil emphasized to the gods who had lost their chance that if humanity could not prevent the disaster, even their chance to acquire the throne would disappear, and encouraged them to fight.

As a result, thanks to the woman with the snake lips, the fight with the fourth, fifth, and sixth disaster gods began before the disaster could occur, but there were still many gods who had a chance.

‘They are just watching in embarrassment now, but if the remaining gods join forces and fight the three gods, victory can no longer be guaranteed.’

The best result would be for them all to self-destruct, but that would not be easy.

That’s why Khalil was going to adjust the god who would survive to be the one he had experienced in his previous life.

‘The Tenth God.’

Khalil looked at one god who was silent among the embarrassed polytheistic gods.

Called the Disaster of Regeneration, he could tell at a glance that he was the last disaster.

‘At least I can’t let that bastard survive.’

Khalil had thought about getting rid of him from the beginning, but killing the last disaster god first could make the bastards think strangely and arouse suspicion.

‘To do that, I need the last piece.’

He slowly looked ahead.

The chaos in which the gods began to fight was gradually becoming more intense, and the world itself could collapse.

“Now that your world is in danger, can you stay still until the end?”

Khalil called out the name of the last piece he had been waiting for.

“Yula.”

Uuuuuung…….

The sky distorted and space began to twist.

[Kekeke……. The proud and noble god is finally coming down to the muddy ground.]

Alun Zavius said with a smirk as he looked at a woman’s figure visible behind the gate.