Player Who Became A Constellation [EN]: Chapter 5

The Player Who Became a Constellation – 5

Episode 5

‘He’s bad news.’

This area is Shaman’s territory, where the Holy War takes place.

To wear a helmet, armor, and even a cloak modeled after a demon—the very thing the Node race fears—in such a place? Does he want to make an enemy of the Shaman?

Or perhaps….

‘Is this a means of instilling fear in the Node race?’

Histon felt the hairs on his entire body stand on end.

He felt overwhelmed just by encountering him.

Indeed, with such an appearance, it might be effective against the Node race.

“Who are you—.”

“Who are you guys?”

At the demon, Loki’s question, Histon felt his heart pounding.

Just hearing his voice intensified the pressure and anxiety he felt.

‘Did he imbue his voice with magic or something?’

“…I am Histon Partas, the leader of the Partas tribe. I have spoken my name. Speak yours!”

“I am… Loki.”

“……”

Histon smirked.

The demon that the Shaman worships has no name. By giving his name just now, he proved that he is not the demon feared by the Node race.

“Alright, Loki. Are you….”

Histon gripped the reins and glared at Loki.

“The one who did this to my men?”

“That’s right, so what?”

“The reason?”

“They attacked me.”

“Only for that reason?”

“They said they would kill me, and they tried to kill me. Isn’t that enough?”

Loki lightly spread his hands and shrugged.

Histon sensed leisure in that gesture.

‘Did the Undead kill them?’

The Undead horde that had been chasing him in the forest came to mind.

Each one was so powerful that he doubted he could face them.

‘They definitely weren’t low-level Undead.’

Each one must have been at least Death Knight level.

If so, the being before him is a black magician beyond imagination.

‘He’s so relaxed.’

Histon raised his hand.

‘But that composure must be for show.’

A black magician stands alone before the enemy without using Undead as a shield.

Isn’t that an absurd display of bravado!

And that nonchalance will bring about his end.

‘I’ll strike him down!’

Histon flicked his fingers, signaling his men to advance.

“Yes, it’s enough. But as much as you killed my men.”

Histon put strength into his spear.

“You’ll have to pay the price!”

Loki, noticing the hostility, tilted his head and said.

“I want to talk, though.”

“Tell that to my men in the afterlife!”

At the same time, the Partas cavalry charged to Loki’s left and right.

They circled around quickly, and Histon charged through the center.

Histon gripped his spear.

Loki stretched out his hands to the left and right.

The cavalry that had scattered to the left and right were ‘crushed’ by Loki’s outstretched hands.

Thud-!

“……!”

Just by stretching out his hands into the air and gripping, the cavalry on the left and right were compressed as if the air was being squeezed, and then they ‘popped’ and exploded.

Blood splattered everywhere.

‘Ma, magic?!’

But the opponent didn’t chant any spells; he simply gripped his hands and killed people by making them explode.

It was a bizarre and ominous power.

Indeed, he was worthy of impersonating a demon.

But using magic means he needs time to use magic again!

“Oooooooo-!”

Histon gripped his spear and charged.

Once a magician uses magic, they become vulnerable for at least a few minutes.

That’s why magicians are threatening yet helpless on the battlefield.

Because they can easily be killed if someone doesn’t protect them.

Histon roared.

But contrary to his expectations, Loki waved his hand in the air, and Histon twisted his body to the side, feeling a chill down his spine.

Thud-!

Histon twisted his body at the same time as the space cracked.

But it was a delayed reaction.

The hand holding the spear was swallowed and disappeared into the dark space created by the cracked void.

“Uh-?”

When Histon turned his head and looked at his right hand, blood spurted out along with the pain from where his arm used to be.

“……!”

Histon even forgot to scream.

He had experienced countless battlefields and plundered numerous tribes.

He had faced the brink of death several times and overcome those crises.

‘If you show your back, you die.’ That was his motto for survival.

He gritted his teeth.

“You bastard-!”

He charged at him with all his might.

He had to get close to the magician somehow!

And he would smash him with his [Divine Artifact]! [A unique, powerful ability granted to chosen individuals].

“…Oh. You’re not backing down even with this?”

As Loki wore a surprised expression, Histon kicked off the ground with his horse’s body and jumped up.

He inhaled.

The opponent is a magician.

Moreover, he has a bizarre and demonic power that doesn’t require incantations and uses magic continuously.

But Histon also had something to believe in.

The ability that only the ‘chosen ones’ of this world can possess.

[Divine Artifact].

A destructive power known to be possessed only by the bloodline of the great constellations of this Britannia continent.

That ability was very diverse, powerful, and a blessed power.

Among them, the Divine Artifact Histon possessed was—.

“Die.”

It was to unleash a breath like a dragon’s breath.

Histon opened his mouth and unleashed a [Beastly Shout].

The compressed air spewed from Histon’s mouth.

A breath like a blade was unleashed.

Kwakwakwakwang-!!

With a massive explosion, a blizzard raged around.

The earth cracked, and birds that had been suppressing their presence were startled and flew into the sky.

“Kuaaaak-!”

Histon vomited blood.

Each breath felt as if his lungs were bursting. His mouth was also tattered as if cut by something sharp.

‘Damn it-!’

He hadn’t used his Divine Artifact unless it was truly dangerous.

That’s because using it puts a strain on his body.

But the opponent was a monster who blew away his right hand with a single gesture.

If he showed even a slight opening against such a guy, he would be the one to die.

“My right hand… Keueuk-!”

Histon shouted as he looked at the dark dust.

“You son of a bitch! You’re so dead! Regret it in hell with my men and my right arm, you motherfucker-!”

It was when Histon, who was panting and shouting, was struggling to get up from his seat.

“…Interesting.”

Histon paused in surprise and turned his head blankly.

A black shadow can be seen in the dark dust. Glowing red eyes can be seen within it.

“Is it a skill? No, since this isn’t inside a game, it must be magic from this place, or some other power.”

With a gesture from that being, the dust that had risen from the explosion disappeared due to the air pressure.

His whole body is burning with black flames. Yet, he seems unharmed, making metallic sounds as he leisurely walks out, resembling the descent of the king of hell.

“What do you call that power?”

The demon looked down at Histon.

‘…What is he?’

Histon revealed a look of surprise.

His [Beastly Shout] is the same as compressing air.

Its power can bend even steel gates and has the destructive force to crush about 100 soldiers without a trace if they are in a group.

Yet, he took that attack head-on and simply waved his hand as if brushing dust off his clothes.

“It’s hard to have a conversation. If you want a PVP [Player versus Player combat], I’ll oblige.”

Loki stood tall before Histon.

Histon looked up at Loki.

Seeing him up close, he was quite tall, so much so that he had to look up at him.

“Ha…ha…hahaha. Hahaha!!”

Histon laughed as if he had lost his mind, looking at Loki.

His body trembled involuntarily. The rising fear surged from the depths of his heart, making his heart beat violently.

As such, he was captivated by the being before him.

Impersonation? No.

That’s the real deal!

The demon in the Holy War, the Constellation of Sin!

That demon was right!

Look at that majesty! He withstood his all-out attack and still stands tall without a scratch!?

He now realized what kind of being the elders had feared and revered in the Shaman since he was young.

-The Constellation of Sin judges the Node people.

Histon’s laughter stopped abruptly as he recalled those words.

-They will be judged with endless pain by that being!

Fear washes over him.

That guy came to judge him.

He couldn’t help but think so.

Histon staggered and took a step back. Loki stroked his chin, looking at Histon.

“You’re not shamelessly trying to run away after starting a fight, are you?”

Loki took a step forward, and Histon took a step back.

“You attacked me a moment ago.”

Loki’s red eyes blazed like flames.

“Are you backing out now?”

“Hiiiik-!”

Histon immediately turned around.

He lost his balance and fell.

Histon turned around and stared at his foot, which had been cut off and was rolling around.

He could see that his foot had exploded along with the distorted space.

A chill of the frozen soil permeated through the heavy pain.

“Uwaaaaaaaak!!”

The scream echoed.

Everyone around froze at the sound.

Not only Histon’s remaining men but also the Raguna tribe.

Everyone looked at Loki with fear.

“It’s best to answer the question.”

Loki stretched out his hand into the air and gripped it.

Bang-!

Crack-!

Histon’s other foot also exploded and shattered.

“Because I have little patience.”

Histon’s eyes began to roll back.

“Uuuuuuuuu…uu…”

Histon’s face was soon covered in tears and snot, and blood flowed from his mouth with broken teeth and swollen gums.

Loki frowned at the sight.

He’s not in his right mind. Is he out of it?

It seemed impossible to have a conversation.

Loki looked at Histon with pity. To others, it looked like he was pitifully looking at a bug with its legs torn off.

And just as he was about to extend his hand to alleviate his pain as if giving alms.

“Wait a minute…!”

Someone fearlessly blocked Loki’s path.

It was a middle-aged man with blonde hair and blue eyes.

He was in a terrible state.

His teeth were missing, and his nasal bone was sunken. His face was swollen here and there as if he had just been beaten.

He bit his lip and trembled with fear. He approached Histon and reached out his hand, but he froze as he looked at Loki.

Loki’s eyes lit up as he saw the man for the first time.

All the Node people he had seen so far had green hair and green eyes. At most, they had a bluish tint.

As Loki, who had only seen such humans, felt curiosity about a different human he was seeing for the first time.

“…Did you come to take this one?”

The young man flinched at Loki’s question and took a step back, but he seemed hesitant to choose the option of ‘running away.’

“Ye, yes.”

Loki tilted his head.

“Is he precious to you?”

“…No, he is not.”

“Then…?”

“He… owes me a debt.”

The young man barely managed to continue, trembling.

“Debt?”

“Either way, this man won’t survive like this. Would you, would you not hand him over to me?”

Loki looked around.

There were already too many corpses.

Killing any more would be meaningless.

“…Take him. And leave without looking back.”

“Are you sparing me?”

“There’s no need to kill unless gnats come close.”

The young man dragged Histon and put him on the horse. He looked at Loki and bowed his head.

“Tha, thank you… I will repay this debt someday.”

“……”

The young man rode away on his horse.

Loki looked at his hand.

Until just now, he was thinking of crushing Histon’s head.

He had no hesitation in reaching that conclusion.

He lacked humanity.

‘Well, it doesn’t matter.’

It wasn’t something to worry about.

“Cancun.”

Cancun flinched at Loki’s call.

He called my name for the first time!

“Yes, yes! What is it!”

Cancun’s voice brightened.

He was the benefactor who had saved him twice. Cancun realized that he was not a being who would harm him.

Cancun looked at Loki and waited for his words.

“Tell me about what that Divine Artifact is—.”

Loki became curious about this world.

“Teach me.”