What Happens When The Second Male Lead Powers Up [EN]: Chapter 784

The flames roared, and the cauldron bubbled. (4) [This likely refers to an earlier event or a recurring motif in the story.]

About ten minutes prior, Venetian Royal Capital.

Approximately four hundred steps from the Royal Castle.

“Sister, hurry! The luggage is too heavy. Just leave it and come on!”

“How can I abandon this? Our entire life is in here! I can’t just leave it!”

“What good is life if you die in the street? You idiot!”

A pair of middle-aged sisters argued as they navigated the war-torn streets.

Above them, a cacophony of screams and cries, the ominous sounds of drums and horns signaling impending doom, rained down like a torrential downpour.

A single wrong turn, a moment’s inattention, could expose them to horrific scenes scattered throughout the city like landmines.

Broken remnants, lifeless bodies, lost souls… They couldn’t become like that, too.

One sister, decisive, strode forward, threw the other’s backpack to the ground, and grabbed her arm, pulling her along.

-Crash!

“Oh my god, girl! That’s all our expensive equipment! It’s our livelihood!”

“We can get more equipment! We need to save our lives first. We can find a blacksmith to work with and start over!”

“Yaaah… !”

The sound of an explosion nearby made their ears ring. Huffing and puffing, they hurried away from the Royal Castle’s white walls.

However, with the entire Royal Capital plunged into instant chaos, finding a way out proved difficult.

Warhorses carrying knights galloped wildly in every direction, blood-soaked spears and swords slashing indiscriminately at friend and foe.

Burning buildings and torches spread acrid smoke through the twilight.

Sweat and tears streamed down their faces like rain. The sisters flailed their limbs, running and walking like madwomen.

Then, they collided heavily with a passerby.

-Thud!

“Ah!”

“Oh my god! Are you alright?”

“…How dare you.”

A woman fell flat on her back and rolled on the ground.

Soon, a voice, hissing like a viper, threatened the sisters.

“You must be tired of living. Do you even know who I am, daring to lay a hand on me?”

“Hick! I’m so sorry, so sorry, sir! We just… !”

‘Please forgive us!’ The woman, frantically helping her sister up, prostrated herself on the ground.

She didn’t recognize the man, but his tone and demeanor exuded an instinctive sense of intimidation.

In this war-torn chaos, where order had collapsed, incurring the displeasure of a noble could have dire consequences.

As the terrified sisters cowered, the man pointed something long at one of their chins.

“…Heok!”

It was a massive scythe, its blade glistening red like raw meat.

Werner Venetian’s brown eyes flashed as he finally saw a bead of blood welling on the woman’s neck.

His smooth, wrinkle-free cheeks twitched with a festering anticipation and excitement.

“You’d better tell me the truth. Which direction is the Royal Castle?”

“Th-there! Right in front of you! It won’t take even ten minutes to walk there!”

“It’s the smoke; you can’t see it because of the smoke! Really! It’s because it’s so dark!”

“…”

The man, who had been threatening the weak with such viciousness, finally slowly raised his eyes.

The eyes of a dying god, beginning to close their eyelids, were blurred by what looked like dark clouds or smog.

However, as the King’s husband, he couldn’t fail to recognize it.

In the distant high night sky, the flag of the Holy Royal Family fluttered in the sea breeze from atop the most majestic tower.

-Whoosh…

“Oh…”

He had finally returned. After wandering all over Venetian…

“…Get out of my way.”

Back to her side.

“If you don’t want to die right now.”

“Yes, yes!”

At the words that fell like a curse, the two women awkwardly scrambled to their feet.

The younger sister tried to get a better look at Werner’s face, but the older sister stopped her in horror.

However, even in the dim haze, they clearly saw it.

The man with his right thigh half-cut off, limping forward without shedding a drop of blood.

The man who had already lost his right arm. The man who wore dark rags and shone greasy eyes…

The man who constantly muttered someone’s name.

-Stomp, screech, stomp, screech…

“Haa, heok… Christiana… Christiana.”

“Oh my god…”

Wherever he stepped, something that looked like graphite powder fell in droves.

The sisters barely suppressed the screams that threatened to burst out and fled through the heart of the misty sea, disappearing.

Werner Venetian walked on like that for a long time.

Instead of the moonlight faintly illuminating the crown of his head, he used only the flag hanging atop the Royal Castle as a signpost.

He was almost there now. She was really right in front of him.

“Uoooooo… !”

-Squeak!

“No! Everyone, get out of the way!”

‘Kwaaaang!’ A terrible sound erupted from across the street as something large tilted and fell.

The screams of terrified people randomly pierced the air.

However, Werner didn’t even glance in that direction, but walked towards the Royal Castle, staggering.

Just like himself in those long years, who had lived only craving his wife’s attention.

-Stomp, screech…

-Kwakwakwakwaang!

A carriage that had lost two wheels was sliding towards him without horses or coachmen.

The man still didn’t look back. It was then.

-Swaaaeaeak!

-Kigigigigi…! [Onomatopoeia for a screeching or grinding sound.]

Suddenly, the car body twisted sharply in a very strange direction, and the reaction caused it to be thrown like an arrow across the street. ‘Kwakwakwaang!’ And ‘Aaaagh!’, ‘Kyaaaaak!’ The screams of pathetic things that followed. ‘Clang! Clangclangclang, clangclangclang!’ The loud noise of the glass windows shattering completely drowned out even the shouts of the soldiers and the sound of each other being cut down.

Werner was moving without even looking in that direction.

There was nothing in his life that was a precious life that should not be killed. Himself and…

“…Christiana…”

Except for a very few people.

“…So you’ve come all the way here.”

“…”

Abruptly. His footsteps stopped as if by magic.

Werner glared at his opponent, feeling his rough breathing become even more erratic.

-Saaaa…

“…”

It was a shockingly familiar old woman.

Her wrinkled fingertips were gently drawing in the air, and black powder scattered like hardened ink along the lines.

Only then did the King’s secretary look in the direction her fingers were pointing.

It was where a cargo carriage that had been running at full speed had miraculously avoided him and crashed head-on.

The man’s eyes, which had been gleaming with desire, slowly widened.

“You… Me…”

“Isn’t it a truly blessed scythe?”

The old woman muttered something incomprehensible as she looked at his weapon.

Werner blinked his eyes rapidly.

A sensation that the noise of the whole world was fading away followed.

“Soon, a new cover will be created.”

“…”

“Go. Finally discover the fate that has been hidden and grasp it in your hands.”

“…”

“You will become even more precious.”

The old woman opened her black mouth wide and smiled.

The horrified King’s secretary hurriedly covered his face with his sleeve.

However, surprisingly, nothing happened.

The man felt his ears pop and raised his head with a start.

-Puuuuuu!

“Waaaaa!”

“Liester, advance and surround the Royal Castle!”

“Long live the Emperor!”

“Yaaaaa… !”

Unbelievable shouts erupted from all over the city.

Even the Sneider and Valentine families, who had been fighting as if to annihilate each other, were shocked and unable to move. ‘Flutter, flutter!’ As if by a miracle, the fog and darkness receded, and a young man with six wings soared into the sky with a staff emitting moonlight.

It was such a dazzling sight that it was hard to even look up at it.

Werner’s eyes, which were facing the moonlight head-on, were bloodshot red.

He couldn’t believe it.

[Right here, the Venetian royal family’s desires will be judged!]

“Yaaaaaaa… !”

On the other hand, the young man’s eyes were a clear purple color. A shiver ran down his spine.

‘Don’t worry. The Lord God’s creation can never kill Your Highness…’

“No.”

This is impossible.

[Noctiluca!]

-Taang!

However, when the Lord God’s archangel struck the sky again, a phenomenon occurred that even Werner could not help but believe.

It was the moment when half of the Royal Capital prostrated themselves and prayed before the auspicious being that had suddenly appeared in the middle of the battlefield.

-Swaaaaa!

[Repent!]

-Kwarurururu…!

“Uwaaaa… !”

A very large building, a magnificent temple that even the Pantheon [A collection of all the gods of a people or religion] would bow its forehead to, was slowly rising above the dazzling holy ground.

Werner swallowed hard as he looked at the place he had once visited.

The World Tree that grew entwined around the thick pillars, the large and generous roof that seemed to support the entire continent, the statues of the Popes that decorated the overwhelming front…

All of it was golden.

‘Sneider will not fall until the Temple of the Boundary comes to the Royal Capital.’

No.

“No, no, no…”

His whole body trembled. This cannot be. His throat swelled as if it would burst.

“Nonsense! You look like a fraud! Don’t lie!”

[Hwaaaap!]

The angel, spinning around in the air and wrapping himself in white wind, plunged straight down towards the Royal Castle’s barrier, holding up the scepter.

-Kwakwakwakwaang―!

“Aaaagh!”

“Oh my god, the Lord God is punishing the Holy Nation!”

Thus, the final judgment began.

*

At that time.

“Excuse me, Monsieur. Up there.”

Benjamin, who was buying local goods outside the Temple of the Boundary, slowly shifted his gaze following the merchant’s gesture.

“Oh… Lord God have mercy.”

Clear purple smoke was rising from the chimney of the temple’s roof.

He closed his eyes, feeling his heart sink.