Player Who Became A Constellation [EN]: Chapter 150

The angel’s wings, proof of his holiness, were torn off.

“Aaaaaaaagh!”

The angel screamed in despair, but the scream was quickly cut short.

Loki, having thrown the wings to the ground, grabbed the angel’s mouth, twisted it shut, and silenced him.

“Ugh!!”

With one hand clamped on the angel’s jaw and the other on his shoulder, he began to apply brutal force.

“Ah….”

Sharin realized what he was about to do.

He intended to tear the angel’s body apart with his bare hands.

“Stop! Stop! Please stop-!!”

A terrible scream, a desperate plea, was muffled between Loki’s fingers.

“Shut up.”

Tears welled up in the angel’s eyes.

Sweating profusely, he thrashed, swinging his free hand to try and pry Loki off.

Bang-! Bang-! Bang-!

The air burst with each punch, the pressure around them intense.

His size was considerable, making each blow feel heavy and concussive.

Loki didn’t stop, even as he was being hit.

Finally, with the sickening sound of something tearing, Sharin could see the horror unfolding.

“Ah….”

It split.

A gruesome sound echoed through the clearing.

The sound of bones grinding, flesh tearing, and thick blood pouring onto the snow-covered floor.

Loki opened his hand, releasing the mangled angel.

Thud….

The body fell powerlessly, pathetically, to the ground.

Sharin stared at it, eyes wide with disbelief and horror.

“What… what are you?”

Loki glanced at Sharin, his expression unreadable.

Just then, a palpable presence was felt in the forest.

Clang-! Clang-!

Soldiers in helmets and full body armor emerged from the trees.

Sharin was startled and stared at the soldiers emerging from the forest.

“Hoo-.”

White breath escaped them in the frigid air.

They wore full plate armor and beast-like helmets, each carrying unusually large and menacing weapons.

Behind them, they carried sacks stained with fresh blood.

It was as if they had bagged their prey after a successful hunt.

Sharin felt crushed by the oppressive aura they exuded.

‘These guys are….’

She had heard whispers of them.

The elite unit of Asgard, renowned for their brutality and strength.

Monsters who followed King Node, composed only of warriors wielding [Divine Artifacts] (powerful, god-forged weapons).

‘The Berserker Warriors.’

Their blue eyes widened as they spotted Loki.

Then they roared, a sound that shook the very ground.

“Berserker Warriors-!”

They knelt and bowed their heads in unison.

“We have just hunted angels-.”

They placed their blood-soaked sacks on the ground with a thud.

“And have returned to Asgard!”

Sharin felt her ears ringing from their booming voices.

Instead of answering her question directly, these monsters provided a chilling demonstration.

“The great ruler of Asgard-! We greet the Constellation of Sin.”

The Constellation of Sin?

Sharin’s face turned pale, her blood running cold.

‘…The one who brutally murdered Lord Ramma in the palace….’

He wasn’t an ordinary person after all. How could she have been so blind?

She should have known from the start when he tore apart an angel with his bare hands.

Only one of the Twelve Heroes or someone who could overwhelm them could do such a thing.

“…You are.”

The Constellation of Asgard.

***

“You can move now.”

“If you walk slowly for about 30 minutes, you’ll reach the post station.”

“If there’s anything uncomfortable, please tell us immediately.”

“…….”

Thud, thud….

Sharin walked through the snowfield, escorted by the burly Berserker Warriors.

‘Wow… they’re really big….’

The closer she got, the more overwhelming their aura became.

Even compared to the Beast Trainer’s Royal Guard, they were like children in terms of sheer presence.

“Ah, if you’re cold, please tell us. We’ll gladly lend you some fur.”

‘Ah, but they’re surprisingly delicate and kind….’

Sharin looked at the Berserker Warriors, a flicker of confusion in her eyes.

Some of them had taken off their beast helmets and were laughing and chatting cheerfully amongst themselves.

Just looking at them, they seemed like friendly woodcutters from next door, not the terrifying warriors she had imagined.

The Berserker Warriors were carefully carrying the unconscious priest on a makeshift stretcher.

Loki was walking at the head of their small procession, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

Sharin looked at Loki’s back and then her gaze went to the sacks the Berserker Warriors were carrying, a morbid curiosity gnawing at her.

“…What’s in those sacks?”

A question asked out of morbid curiosity.

The corners of the Berserker Warriors’ mouths turned up in proud smiles.

“Ah! This, you mean?!”

As if they had been waiting to be asked, they eagerly opened a sack and shouted proudly.

“Angels!”

“……!”

Inside were the broken and lifeless bodies of winged beings.

Angels.

Sharin turned her eyes away, a wave of nausea washing over her, and looked at the sacks the others were carrying.

Could it be that everything inside those-?

“We received a request to subjugate strange monsters that appeared on the continent.”

“So we stepped up to the challenge!”

“Wow, it was really tough. It was the first time we’d fought such strong monsters. Who would have thought we’d lose in a 1-on-1 fight? Damn it, especially that winged monster in the remote Hyuji territory of the Ronia Kingdom.”

“Ah! That’s right, that’s right. It used lightning, right? Well, it was still weaker than Captain Kudan’s lightning, haha!”

“Haha! I almost died. My arm flew off into the air and I was like, ‘Ah, damn it, I’m dead,’ but you guys came and saved me.”

“…….”

They casually said they almost died.

And his hand flew off?

Sharin’s gaze went to the hand of the warrior who was speaking, her eyes wide with disbelief.

It was fine, completely intact.

‘…Could it be Asgard’s potion?’

Did they use that?

Among the items imported by the Kron Empire, the most expensive and sought-after was Asgard’s omnipotent potion, rumored to heal any wound.

Just one bottle of that would cost several boxes of gold bullion….

These guys seem to use such precious potions as if they were water, a casual remedy for dismemberment.

The gap with the Kron Empire felt severe, almost insurmountable.

They arrived at the post station, a small cluster of buildings nestled in the harsh landscape.

The half-destroyed lodging was being hastily repaired by dwarves, their small figures bustling with activity.

There, another group of Berserker Warriors had gathered, awaiting their arrival.

“Oh! Lord Loki!”

“It’s the Constellation!”

“Oh! What luck!”

The Berserker Warriors knelt and bowed their heads to Loki in a show of respect and reverence.

Soon after, they emptied their sacks on the ground and began to sort through the gruesome collection of angel corpses.

“Have you arrived?”

The one in charge of the field command was a man with a bear-like physique, his presence radiating power and authority.

Asgard’s strongest warrior and Cancun’s uncle, Kudan Raguna.

Kudan bowed respectfully to Loki.

Loki raised his hand to accept the greeting and received a report on the situation.

“The Berserker Warriors have returned from their assignments.”

“What are the hunting results and casualties?”

Kudan took out a parchment from his chest and scanned it, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“50 Berserker Warriors were dispatched to the Kron Empire, divided into 10 teams of 5, and dispatched to 15 territories.”

After hunting the Black Judges (corrupt officials) and angels, they rested briefly and moved on to another territory, relentlessly pursuing their targets.

“As a result, 20 Black Judges were hunted, and five angels… and our casualties… ten men were killed in action.”

The damage was considerable, a testament to the dangers they faced.

But an unexpected statement was heard, a somber note in the report.

“10 Berserker Warriors were killed in action in one location.”

Kudan held out the parchment, his expression grim.

Loki received the parchment and scanned the contents, his eyes narrowing.

“This place is….”

“…The Kratian territory, which declared independence from the Kron Empire. And it’s also the place that dared to ask Asgard to send the Kron’s royalty and the Saintess of Light.”

The Saintess of Light is probably… referring to Cancun.

Since the Divine Order’s subjugation of the angels, the miracles she performed must have spread widely in the Kron Empire, inspiring hope and attracting attention.

‘Is that why they became interested in Cancun?’

“Send me.”

Loki looked at Kudan, his voice brooking no argument.

His face was flushed red with anger, a barely suppressed fury simmering beneath the surface.

‘He must be terribly worried about his niece.’

But it would be unreasonable to send only Kudan, leaving the other territories vulnerable.

“Hold it for now.”

“…Understood.”

Kudan nodded, accepting Loki’s decision with a hint of disappointment.

Loki turned his gaze and moved his body, his movements purposeful and decisive.

He moved to where Sharin was, her figure small and vulnerable amidst the towering warriors.

Sharin was staring at the angel corpses with a blank expression, her mind reeling from the events she had witnessed.

“Hey.”

Sharin stopped, startled, and looked at Loki. Then her face turned pale and she cowered, instinctively shrinking away from him.

It was an understandable reaction for Loki, given what she knew.

This woman must have witnessed his actions in the Kron Empire’s palace, the brutal efficiency with which he dispatched his enemies.

Also, she had come to this strange land as a hostage and experienced terrible things, so the shock must have been immense, leaving her traumatized and fearful.

But Loki didn’t want to bother caring about that, his focus solely on the task at hand.

Loki handed the parchment in his hand to Sharin and said, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Ten Berserker Warriors dispatched to the Kron Empire were killed in action.”

“…….”

“The area is the Kratian territory near the coast.”

A naturally fortified and fairly large trading territory surrounded by rivers connected to the sea and mountains in the back, making it a strategic and valuable location.

“Do you know anything about this place?”

At Loki’s question, Sharin nodded, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and understanding.

Of course, she knew. How could she not?

The reason she came here was not just as a hostage of Asgard, a pawn in a political game.

It was also because she had received a secret request from Emperor Karma, a desperate plea for help.

“There….”

Sharin swallowed hard, her throat dry with apprehension, and said.

“There is a ‘Constellation’.”

***

“Your Majesty.”

Emperor Karma looked at his ministers, his heart heavy with dread, and felt profoundly uneasy.

“…The Setom territory has been submerged, completely wiped off the map.”

When the Berserker Warriors were dispatched, he had naively believed that the nuisance would soon disappear, swiftly and efficiently dealt with.

They were made up of [Divine Artifact] users who were considered to be under the protection of the Constellation, blessed with extraordinary power.

Above all, as Asgard’s strongest warriors, it didn’t take long for them to hunt the angels in the territory, eliminating the immediate threat.

The angels died swiftly, overwhelmed by their powerful strength.

Emperor Karma gave them gold and praised their bravery, showering them with rewards for their service.

However, there was one territory where even those Berserker Warriors failed, where their strength proved insufficient.

The Kratian territory.

Even though the Berserkers stepped in, they only resulted in being submerged, their efforts ultimately futile.

“The momentum of the Kratian territory is not to be trifled with, it’s a force to be reckoned with.”

It didn’t have just one pair of wings, like the angels they had previously faced.

It was a being with six pairs of wings, a majestic and terrifying sight to behold.

The angel there called himself the ‘Constellation of the Sea’, claiming dominion over the waters.

‘The Lord of Kratian had loyalty, but his son was different, corrupted by ambition and power.’

Karma groaned, his head in his hands.

The Lord of Kratian, who first faced the ‘Constellation of the Sea’, tried to resist the overwhelming power, clinging to his loyalty to the empire, but his son Netos was different, easily swayed by promises of power.

He was overwhelmed by the enormous power, and it made him feel more reverence than hostility towards that angel, seeing him as a god to be worshipped.

As a result, Netos killed his own father in cold blood and offered hundreds of his siblings and territory residents as sacrifices to the Constellation, a gruesome display of devotion.

The Constellation of the Sea, having confirmed his unwavering faith, bestowed power upon him, granting him unimaginable abilities.

He was granted the [Divine Artifact] to control water and a large number of monster legions, creatures of the deep that obeyed his every command.

As a result, inexhaustible water was created in the Kratian territory, a seemingly endless source of power.

Rain fell on the sea and the waves became rough, whipped into a frenzy by the Constellation’s power.

Soon, a tsunami swept through the Kratian territory, flooding the city center and leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

Many people fell into the water and died, their lives extinguished in an instant by the overwhelming force of nature.

With the power of the Constellation and a powerful marine monster legion at his disposal, Netos declared independence, severing ties with the Kron Empire.

In front of this domain of water, even the feared army of Emperor Karma would not be able to use its power effectively, their strength rendered useless against the raging tides, and also, if this great Constellation of the Sea existed, even the Constellation of Sin in the north, who was the emperor’s backer, would not be able to do anything!

‘I declare the independence of Kratian and swear to worship the great Constellation of the Sea. To prove his greatness, I will invade this empire and bring it to its knees!’

And Netos proclaimed himself ‘King’ and declared war on the Kron Empire, a bold and audacious move that sent shockwaves through the land.

The territory residents cheered, their voices filled with a mixture of fear and forced enthusiasm.

Smiling ‘to avoid death’, they spread their hands and praised the greatness of the great Water King Netos and the Constellation of the Sea, hoping to appease the new rulers and escape their wrath.

「My name is Calib. I am the goddess born from the Constellation of Azelan and the Constellation of the Sea!」

The sacrifices and the prayers of the people gave great power to the Constellation, fueling its ambitions and solidifying its control over the region.

“What shall we do? Your Majesty.”

Karma looked at his ministers, his face etched with worry and uncertainty.

“…Prepare warships. Surround the Kratian territory to prevent their invasion, to contain the threat before it spreads further.”

But blocking their army would only be a stopgap measure, a temporary solution to a much larger problem.

That’s because the opponent was the self-proclaimed ‘Constellation’, a being of immense power and unknown capabilities.

If that being was truly comparable to the Constellation of the North-.

‘I can’t stop it. Ah, my friend! Please punish those wicked people and deliver us from this nightmare!’

Karma earnestly prayed to the Constellation of the North, hoping for a miracle to save his empire from destruction.