The 9Th Class Swordmaster: Blade Of Truth [EN]: Chapter 476

281. The Tenth God (3)

“All troops!!! Advance!!!”

“Flying Dragon Unit, all machines……!! Descend! Target: those four gods’ lives!!”

“Sky Fortress, activate!!”

“Golem unit, prepare for battle!!”

“All mages, deploy shield magic!!!”

The start of the battle was subtle, but the spark ignited by the Godslaying Ten quickly inflamed the million-strong army’s morale.

Waaaaaaaah—!!

Waaaaaah—!!

Led by the knights, the soldiers began to advance towards the gods.

“Hmph, those guys. I told them not to step forward.”

Nine Darhon chuckled, looking at the troops rushing from behind him.

“And you, you don’t seem to value your life much. It’s a bit different from the leader of the Immortality Society I know. He valued human life quite lightly.”

“Hmph, mind your own business.”

Berch Blano, the leader of the Dawn Society, smiled as if Nine’s reaction was amusing.

“We’ve lived long enough. Among these many soldiers, we’re probably the oldest. We should at least let them enjoy as much time as we have.”

“I like that.”

Nine shrugged at Berch Blano’s answer.

“Heh heh, isn’t this a first? The Dawn Society and the Immortality Society fighting together with one heart. I never thought this day would come in my life. Although the one in front of us isn’t the lord I wished for… His Majesty would be a little pleased, too.”

Kadin Luer muttered softly, his face filled with mixed emotions.

“I declare to the Ten of Dawn: Illuminate the battlefield.”

Berch’s magic, the only one among the great mages to approach the 9th class [a measure of magical power], echoed.

“The day is dawning!!!”

Waaaaaaaah—!!

Waaaaaah–!!

The elites of the Dawn Society, who had saved their lives by not participating in the Imperial War, shouted as if venting their pent-up frustrations.

“Immortality, desire life.”

And, not to be outdone, the Immortality Society’s mages began to pour magic power from behind the slaves Nine Darhon had unleashed.

[Krrrrrrrr……!!]

[Kaaaak!!!!]

As the dark energy of black magic was absorbed into the slaves, their bodies swelled, and they began to sprint madly.

Kudadadadada……!! Kwagagagang……!!

Every time the slaves stepped on the ground, it trembled as if an earthquake was occurring.

“…Useless.”

Millyana muttered, watching the soldiers surrounding the gods, but she didn’t dislike their resolve. She clenched her fists and shouted without slowing down.

“Even those who weren’t tasked with Godslaying want to fight. We, who were chosen for the Godslaying mission, can’t just stand here doing nothing!! At least one of us… must behead a god to help Khalil.”

She pointed at each of the four gods, scanning them one by one.

“Which one will be the sacrifice?”

“Kuh…….”

“How dare you…….”

The gods growled each time Millyana’s fingertip pointed at them, but none of them dared to fight rashly.

However, unlike them, who didn’t hide their hostility, one god hid behind the others.

‘Tosca was right.’

Millyana was convinced by the sight of the god fearing humans, and she recalled what had happened a little while ago.

It was when the Golden Dragon summoned all ten of the Godslaying members while Khalil was fighting Yula.

“What are you talking about! Khalil is going to die?!”

[Lower your voice. From now on, you must secretly prepare to attack Parel.]

“Nonsense!! Explain what you just said!”

Tosca’s words were a terrible shock to those who had been rejoicing in their gradual approach to victory after witnessing the death of the third god, the old man.

In particular, Millyana shouted as if she couldn’t understand the Golden Dragon’s words.

[Khalil is planning to become the last god himself and destroy Parel itself. But since a god cannot die on their own, he will annihilate all the other gods and wait for you inside Parel.]

“Could it be… Is that why you didn’t destroy Parel and left it intact?”

Serga asked.

[That’s right. If all the gods disappear, that world will be destroyed. But each layer of Parel is like another world of each god. Therefore, instead of ascending to the throne and transforming this world, Khalil can create his own world within Parel and die within it, thereby achieving the annihilation of the gods without affecting this world.]

“My lord…….”

At Aedan’s words, which came out without him realizing it, everyone couldn’t help but wear a mournful expression.

“Don’t make that face. Does that look like a sacrifice to you? It’s a selfish thought to achieve only his own goals without thinking about those left behind!!”

Millyana shouted in the silence.

“I won’t allow it. Who decided he could die? I won’t be satisfied until I punch that guy in the face for having such ridiculous thoughts without me knowing!!”

[Then what do you intend to do?]

“I will kill a god. And I will also obtain the Dimension Spiral and gain the power of a god.”

“Wh, what are you…….”

“What are you planning to do?!”

Everyone was startled by Millyana’s words and shouted.

“You all know why he wants to die on his own. It is to completely free humans from the gods. But that is not only possible with the destruction of the throne.”

Gulp-

At her words, people swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.

“The problem with the existence of gods is that they think of humans as their toys. But if I rise to the position of multiple gods, there will be no danger to humanity, and I can balance the gods, so there is no need to destroy the throne.”

“The lord doesn’t have to die then.”

Suhan Hazar shouted happily, and she nodded. But except for those two, the rest of the people were not happy to have found a way, but still had gloomy faces for some reason.

[Can you handle it?]

Tosca said, as if speaking for their thoughts.

[The fragments of a god are something that humans cannot handle. It may even devour your mind. Frankly, Khalil is special.]

“I am the leader of a clan blessed by you. The blood of the Golden Dragon flows in my body, and that is why only I among my sisters can use your power.”

Millyana said to Tosca.

“You were the first being to rebel against the gods. If you were afraid of the power of the gods, you wouldn’t have started in the first place. I am the one who inherited the blood of such a person.”

She raised one corner of her mouth and said.

“Although I am not a perfect dragon, trust your only descendant. I will struggle, but I will not collapse under the temptation of power.”

Tosca shook his huge head as if he had nothing to say to her words.

[Good. I will give you one piece of advice for the sake of the remaining descendants. If… you truly intend to take the life of a god, there is only one god you should aim for.]

“Who is it?”

Then, as if hardening her heart, she said to her.

[The tenth god. The god called the Disaster of Rebirth.]

“Hmm, why?”

[The gods of balance are far from combat. In human terms, they are like priests or monks. But that doesn’t mean they are weaker than humans.]

“I guess so. There are crazy people among the priests in the human world, too.”

[The meaning is different… Well, yes.]

Tosca paused for a moment as if catching his breath and looked at the four gods in the distance.

[No matter how strong you are, frankly, you are a drop in the bucket against the gods. The reason Khalil didn’t have to worry about your strength is because he, who was prepared to die, would naturally not fight you.]

“A drop in the bucket… It’s not a very pleasant evaluation, but okay. With that aside, why should I aim for the tenth god and not another god?”

[The Disaster of Rebirth. But that is the name when it causes disaster, and originally she is the god of life.]

“Hmm… So?”

[The primordial god was born from the rift, and no more gods can be born there. Therefore, the multiple gods needed someone to give birth to a god to succeed their world in case of emergency.]

“Could it be…….”

[Yes. The god who conceives gods. That is the tenth god, who symbolizes life and fertility.]

“Giving birth to a god… That’s no different from humans. Gods were thought to be perfect beings, but in a way, I think the reason they achieve balance as many rather than one is because they are imperfect.”

Serga stroked his chin and pondered at Tosca’s words.

“So, are you saying that the tenth god is worth aiming for because she has the lowest combat power?”

[No. She is also a god. It is not something that can be done with human power.]

“Ha, then why?”

Millyana asked Tosca urgently, as if she was impatient.

[Because the situation is giving you a chance.]

She tilted her head at his words.

“Situation……?”

[What surprised me the most when I woke up was that Exodia had happened. With the death of the Lord, there was one empty seat for the gods. And according to the rules, the god of life must conceive a new god to fill that void.]

Tosca continued slowly.

[Before a new god is born, they opened Exodia [a competition to ascend to godhood] to obtain the throne that the Lord had.]

“I see.”

[Conceiving a god is something that I have only heard about in literature, so I cannot know exactly… but it is known that when the god of life carries a new god, she pours all her power into the life in her womb to give birth to him.]

“I see now. So, the tenth god is weakened because of the new god she is conceiving now?”

[That’s right.]

Millyana nodded slowly.

“Everyone agrees, right? As the Golden Dragon said, us wielding a sword against a god is like throwing an egg at a rock. But if it’s just one… it’s worth aiming for.”

Everyone’s eyes lit up at her words.

“Uaaaaaaaaaaaa—!!!!!!”

A sharp shout echoed across the battlefield.

“Hawat!!!!”

When Millyana called his name, the giant Hawat clenched the Aegis [a shield of immense power] he had received from Ascalon with both hands and slammed it down on the ground with all his might.

“How dare you……!!”

“Kill them all!!”

The ground shook around the shield, and as dirt and dust rose like a sandstorm, the gods hurriedly retreated and shouted.

One of them raised the staff he was holding and tried to cast a spell.

Chwajajajajak……!! Chwajak……!!

But at that moment, he hurriedly turned around when a streak of light emitting sharp electricity grazed his cheek.

Kwaang!!!

Aedan Hamil broke through the thunderclouds and struck the wrist of the god holding the staff.

“You bastard……!!”

The god’s face distorted, and he tried to swing his staff, shaking off Aedan’s kick.

“Where do you think you’re going!!!”

But as if waiting for it, Nine Darhon’s slaves threw themselves and blocked him.

Peok……! Kwaaaang!!

Woodudeudeuk……!!!

Every time he swung his staff, the slaves’ broken bones and torn flesh scattered everywhere.

“You tried to fight us with something like this!! You abominable things!!!”

The gods coldly sneered and shouted, watching the crumbling Immortal Legion.

“It is amazing that humans use dragon magic. But in the end, their magic is just a low-grade imitation of the power of God.”

Kwaaaang……!!

Behind the barrier created by the slaves sacrificing their bodies, Serga’s barrier magic shook precariously at the other gods’ attacks.

“Cough……!!”

A stream of blood flowed down Serga’s mouth from the impact.

“Heuaaaaap!!”

Serica Loren jumped over his shoulder and poured out her spear towards the god trying to break the barrier.

Chaang……! Kang!! Kagagagang……!!!

Every time her spear danced, white cold air scattered, and Suan Hazar stood in front of the god who was destroying the slaves.

“You cannot escape from here.”

“You insolent……!!!”

The god’s face distorted at Suan’s words. When the god raised his hand above his head and lowered it, it was as if gravity itself was pressing down on Suan.

“Be careful!!”

Anchar shouted and pressed her palms on the floor, and thick vines bound them from the ground, but when the gods waved their arms roughly, they withered instantly, and the impact returned to her.

“Cough……!!”

Alkar rubbed his forehead as if worried about her as she staggered and fell.

It was an overwhelming difference.

“How dare you… humans. Are you making fun of us? We will wipe you all out here today.”

“Hmph, you can’t say anything in front of the god of battle, like a dog with its tail between its legs… Cough!!”

When the god put strength into his foot, Serica Loren, who was lying under it, screamed and trembled.

“Empress……!!”

Among the Godslaying Ten who were falling one by one, Suan Hazar, who was struggling to resist an invisible force with his gauntlets, shouted as if he could never kneel.

“Yes. You’ve worked hard to deceive their eyes.”

It was then.

A low voice was heard from behind the fierce battle.

“……!!!”

“……!!!”

The red scales hidden in the dust trembled with that voice.

Sreureung-

When the sharp blade touched the tenth god’s neck, the other three gods looked at Millyana with pale faces.

“Ah…….”

The tenth god, even though a sword was pointed at her neck, protected her belly with both hands as if she didn’t care about her own life.

“Yes, kill them all. But we won’t just die.”

Millyana warned, looking at the three gods.

“Sto… Stop!!!!”

At that moment, the eyes of the first god, the man, who was watching the scene, widened. Then, without realizing it, he broke the rules and called out the tenth god’s name.

“Rakshumu……!!!!!!”