The 9Th Class Swordmaster: Blade Of Truth [EN]: Chapter 472

280. Creation Magic (1)

“Kuaaaaaaak!!!”

Yulla’s scream echoed. A pain, as if being sucked in, twisted and shattered her shoulder.

No, “annihilated” would be more accurate.

“What… what kind of magic is this?”

The third god, the old man, blinked in disbelief as he watched Carryl cast Creation Magic.

“Nar Di Maugh dreamed of ascending to the God’s Seat. Within his lair were countless races, from chimeras—synthetic beings—to the Lael, quasi-humans. He sought to create his own new creations. Why?”

Carryl spoke, facing the staggering Yulla.

“Creation. He believed it uniquely represented the existence of a god.”

Within the Platinum Dragon’s lair were numerous test subjects.

All were corpses, the results of failures. Among them were humans, elves, and even other quasi-human races.

“But he, too, was a god’s creation. He didn’t possess divine power naturally. Therefore, he tried to reach the realm of creation by replacing divine power with magical and elemental power.”

It was an incomplete experiment.

No matter how much it was based on the power of Larciss, who possessed light like Yulla’s, creating something new was a risky challenge.

Numerous failures were evident in the corpses within his lair, and he sought his solution elsewhere.

The potential of races.

Ironically, he sought the method to reach godhood not in himself but in his test subjects.

Because of this, more killings occurred, and his lair became a tomb filled with corpses of various races: humans, elves, and gnomes.

“He sought the possibility of obtaining divine power through his creations and, through that, transform himself to ascend to the God’s Seat. But he failed. However, that failure wasn’t because I killed him.”

Whooooosh…!!!

Carryl twisted his hand, raising his palm upward, and the formless energy that had attacked Yulla earlier was absorbed back into him.

“It was an experiment doomed from the start. He lived longer than any other being on the continent, yet he didn’t know something.”

Wooowoowoong….

An emerald fragment rapidly rotated above Carryl’s palm.

“Dimension Spiral. The source of what you call divine power. He didn’t know that a god’s power is created from this fragment that proves godhood.”

Unlike when her severed arm had easily healed when blessed by a god, the wound on Yulla’s shoulder didn’t seem to recover.

Carryl nodded, confirming something as he watched.

“It couldn’t be helped. He believed a god was born with divine power.”

Step- Step- Step-

He slowly walked toward Yulla.

“But you guys are nothing special. In the end, you merely borrow the fragment’s power.”

“You…!!!!!”

Yulla’s face contorted.

“Dragons couldn’t use divine power. But interestingly, among his research results was a being who could: Lael Stahlen. Of course, the Order’s priests can also use blessings, but the divine power used by that half-elf, half-Nephilim was different.”

Crack… Crack….

A black current appeared in Carryl’s other hand. As the power of Duat, the Spirit King of Darkness, condensed, a familiar eeriness permeated the current.

Taint.

“Light and darkness. Divine power and taint. Blessing and black magic. Each has a different name, but the context is the same. But no creation could use these two powers simultaneously. Except for Lael.”

At his words, Yulla’s face hardened.

“Yulla, we’ve worshiped you as the God of Light throughout human history, but now everyone knows your essence isn’t only light but also darkness. The evidence of God’s dark side is taint.”

Taint exists because God exists.

The taint pouring from Pharell threatened humanity, but in reality, the taints called disasters were creations summoned by each god.

“But Lael could summon taint along with God’s blessing. The Platinum Dragon’s only success and a tragic work he destroyed with his own hands.”

“…What?”

Judging from Yulla’s reaction, she seemed unaware of Lael’s existence. Watching her, Carryl remembered Nar Di Maugh crushing Lael with his massive foot.

It couldn’t be helped.

The Platinum Dragon didn’t expect Lael to use the power of taint to stop him; it was a mistake.

‘But it was surprising he killed Lael without hesitation. It’s hard to see it as an attempt to hide his experiment from Yulla, since he eliminated his only success.’

At first, Carryl simply overlooked the event, but later he questioned Lael’s death.

And the conclusion he reached.

The reason he could kill Lael so casually was because Lael was no longer needed.

Based on her, Nar Di Maugh had discovered a way to wield the darkness of taint alongside the power of light.

But his plan wasn’t executed.

Even the Platinum Dragon, who considered every variable, couldn’t have predicted what would happen.

‘He probably didn’t think I would defeat him.’

It wasn’t just the Platinum Dragon.

Who could have imagined it?

Not only were all three dragons remaining on the continent defeated by humans, but Nar Di Maugh, the pinnacle of existing dragons, would be killed by his hand.

A futile ending.

The plan he tried to achieve by sending Carryl to the past in his previous life failed by the one he sent.

“But thanks to that, I learned a new fact.”

Carryl looked at Yulla.

“Lael, a half-elf, half-Nephilim, could use both light and darkness. Elves and Nephilim are both called races blessed by God. But they have distinct differences: the ground and the sky. One treads through the mud, and the other flutters its wings.”

Carryl smiled coldly.

“It may seem like just the difference between having wings or not, but you only favored races with wings like yourself. That’s why you left Elvenheim to perish. And that goes for humans as well. The Order’s priests can also use the power of light. But you also made humans sacrifices for Exodia. Why?”

Woooowoong…!! Kwaaaang!!!

Carryl folded his hands together.

“Because only the ground races can wield darkness. You couldn’t tolerate it. You, who adorn yourself as the God of Light, think of taint as an intolerable residue.”

Then, the Dimension Spiral and the power of taint in his palms began to intertwine.

“…!!!!”

Yulla and all the gods present couldn’t hide their shock.

“St, stop!!!”

A fierce vortex, about to explode, formed within Carryl’s palm.

“What are you doing…!!”

“Combining two opposing forces?! Stop it now!!”

“The dimension might explode…!!!”

The gods hurriedly retreated, and only Yulla frowned as she watched him.

“Are you really… intending to ruin my world?”

“Ruin? That’s what you did.”

“How dare you…!!!!!”

Yulla’s eyes turned red.

[Can’t you stop him!!]

The reason a god, at the top of the food chain, can exert absolute power is the worship of all living beings.

There may be various reasons, but the biggest is fear.

As Yulla roared, the soldiers trembled as if in a panic, and even the four gods who had blessed Carryl seemed unable to bear the pressure.

Tingle- Tingle-

Carryl clenched and unclenched his fists, feeling electricity running through him. The instinctive fear of facing an absolute being.

The dragon race’s Fear ability was similar. But Carryl slowly raised his head and looked at Yulla.

He felt the tingling, but it wasn’t enough to immobilize him.

“It’s nothing special.”

Carryl tilted his head with an indifferent expression and spoke calmly.

[Th…This!!]

Yulla seemed at a loss, bewildered by his reaction.

Clap-!!

His two palms struck each other.

Despite not being loud, the clapping was heard clearly by millions of soldiers on the battlefield.

“….”

“….”

The gods who had retreated covered their heads, as if the world was about to explode.

But the moment Carryl’s palms came together, only silence remained. The gods looked at each other, bewildered, forgetting the war.

“Wh, what happened?”

“This is…”

In the quiet, the gods looked at each other, forgetting even the war.

“Nar Di Maugh tried to recreate creation, the realm of God, as a concept of magic. But he failed because he relied on others, not himself.”

Yulla’s face contorted with humiliation, as if mocked, as nothing had happened.

“Creation Magic? The name is grand, but you’re as full of desire as the Platinum Dragon!! A human who doesn’t know his place…!!”

Kwaaaaaaaang—!!!!

Yulla charged towards Carryl.

“I’m different. I won’t kill you with his magic. I’ll carry out the godslaying myself.”

“Heuaaaaaaa!!”

Yulla’s sword pierced Carryl’s shoulder.

With a crunch!! His collarbone shattered, and the dislocated bone pierced through the flesh.

“One arm.”

Her sword didn’t slow down, trying to cut his left arm. No, she tried to cut it.

“…!!”

Yulla’s sword was stuck in Carryl’s forearm and didn’t move. His muscles tightly gripped her sword, and Yulla couldn’t move it even when she pulled back.

Eerie-

“Ughaaaaak!”

Sensing unease, Yulla instinctively lifted the sword embedded in Carryl’s arm from below.

Chwaaaaaak…!!

Red blood splattered across the sky, riding her blade.

“Carryl—!!!!!!”

Millyana, watching with Manhwan, stepped on the ground, calling his name as if she would jump out.

[Wait.]

But Toska blocked her.

[Surely you have something else to do.]

Gritting her teeth-!!!

She, who would do anything for Carryl, stopped at Toska’s words, stomping her foot.

“I’ll give it to you.”

Without caring about his severed left arm, Carryl said as if the slight gap was enough.

“Instead, I’ll take your head.”

Woooowoong…!!

A small object appeared in his hand with light.

“Everyone creates differently. I’m not creating dimensions like you or life to fight gods like the Platinum Dragon.”

Carryl gave a bitter smile.

“The only creation I, a human, can do is probably just that much.”

It was the Agnel dagger of the alien race.

But the destroyed sword shouldn’t exist. Yulla knew it was made with magic.

The moment she realized Carryl had created just a sword, she sneered.

“…!!!”

But then.

Stab…!!

Without hesitation, Carryl stabbed it into Yulla’s neck. Surprisingly, Carryl’s sword passed through Yulla’s shield without hindrance.

“N, no way….”

Only then did Yulla look at the sword in her neck.

Jet-black darkness was deeply rooted within the pure white aura surrounding the blade.

“Divine power and taint in a human…? This can’t be!!!”

“Why? Can’t believe I’m using even the power you want to discard? Or did you think only gods can have both powers? Combining opposing forces? It’s nothing special to me.”

Sword and magic.

Carryl was the Grand Master who first reached the two realms thought to be impossible to coexist.

Chwaaaak…!!

Yulla pulled out Carryl’s sword and stepped back.

“Th, this can’t be happening!! Fusing divine power and taint…!! Even gods don’t do that!”

“What’s so difficult? Humans have always created formulas using swords and expressed their will using magic. And you named the act of using those two powers together the blessing of God. We’ve always handled opposing forces together.”

“Shut up…!! How dare you compare human swords and magic to divine power and taint! To control taint, you need that much divine power. You have to use all the Dimension Spiral’s power…!! But even if you’re Lanchepola, the incarnation of God, you can’t be alive after using all your divine power for fusion!!”

Carryl chuckled.

“I never said I created this power with my divine power, did I?”

“…What?”

“Look around. Thanks to you guys fighting, there are plenty of excellent sacrifices with divine power and taint lying around.”

“Th, that can’t be….”

At that moment, Yulla’s face paled.

The corpses of the 4th, 5th, and 6th gods came into view.

Sreureung-

Carryl raised Agnel and said coldly.

“I warned you. You’re the only ones rolling in the mud.”