novel-bin Chapter 83 God of the Dead, God of Vengeance
Chapter 83 God of the Dead, God of Vengeance
Chapter 84 God of the Dead, God of Vengeance
The silver vines intertwined and transformed into wings that swept across the sky, causing the guards protecting Grand Prince Supra's palace to let out shrill cries.
But the sound didn't come from his mouth; it came from the speaker-like weapon in his arms.
The vibrating sound waves distorted the air and crashed into the giant god clad in molten gold armor.
The sound waves created ripples on the armor, which was made entirely of energy, causing the flames enveloping Zhou Yun to seem to sway in the wind.
The longsword, engulfed in flames, was dazzlingly bright and magnified before the guards soaring through the air.
The guards tried to use the silver vines as a shield to block, but the longsword was no ordinary thing. It was formed from the sacrifices, deaths, and hatred that gladiators had experienced, and every wisp of flame was a battle cry filled with hatred and despair.
The silver vines dissolved, the sword blade sliced through, and the guard flying in the air was cut in half at the waist, falling from the sky like a dove whose head had been smashed by a peregrine falcon.
"Is that a god? Or a demon?" The young guard Kraz used silver vines instead of legs to walk through the towering towers, gazing at the molten gold giant.
The air in the city of Daisia was getting hotter and hotter, and the red bricks were emitting unnatural white smoke. Red sand, which seemed to come from nowhere, was slapping against Kraz's face with the hot wind, making his cheeks sting.
He looked at his colleagues whose blood was spilled in the streets, and at the storm overhead that was no longer the sky; his breathing became increasingly heavy.
"He's a demon, isn't he?" the young Kraz asked again.
"Who cares!" A terrified voice came through the communicator: "They're here to kill us anyway, run, kid."
Kraz slowed down a little.
The prime minister, Praka, who was hiding in Supra's palace, ordered them to hold fast to the Great Khan's palace.
General Lacita, the captain of the Royal Guard, ordered them to proceed quickly to First Avenue to provide support, but then communications were suddenly cut off.
Most of his other colleagues urged him to flee for his life.
"But we cannot betray the Lord." Kraz swallowed, trying to moisten his parched throat.
At that very moment, a scream rang out.
An axe, larger than the Kraz's, fell from the sky, wreathed in flames of burning rage, and struck a colleague not far away.
Almost instantly, his colleague's flesh and blood were burned to ashes, leaving only charred bones to shatter under the axe blade.
"Fool, the King is not in the palace! The King must be dead!"
"Stop trying to persuade that idiot, let's run!"
The communications were filled with sounds of panicked escape, but Kraz's breathing grew heavier and heavier.
He was born into a once-powerful but now declining family of high-ranking riders. He had nothing but his noble bloodline, and even the family heirloom, the First Kingdom artifact, had been sold to another family by his father. All that remained in his home was a worn-out silver vine.
It was Lord Supra who bought back his family heirloom, visited his humble dwelling, and personally promoted him to a member of his personal guard.
"No." Kraz gritted his teeth.
He looked at the giant, and compared to before, the giant seemed to be a little smaller, and the flames on its body didn't seem to be as bright.
The attack was not ineffective; it was effective, but they were simply too overwhelmed by panic to notice.
Kraz shared his findings with his colleagues via communications, most of whom dismissed them, but a few remained as loyal as he was.
"demon!!!"
Kraz roared, and crackling lightning shot from his silver vines, the first throne creation inherited from his family, a plasma generator.
The giant of molten gold parried with his sharp blade, his eyes, brighter than the stars and more terrifying than death, fixed on Kraz.
He strode toward Kraz.
Just then, two enormous fists made of a material similar to silver vine rose from the ground and smashed towards the molten gold giant. The giant blocked one of them with his axe, while the other slammed heavily onto the giant's armor, causing the giant's body to deform slightly.
The fist immediately opened and gripped the molten gold giant's body tightly.
"Lagon!" Kraz recognized the guard; he was someone he knew.
"Young man, I see him." Just then, a somewhat aged voice came from the communication. Kraz recognized him as "Elder" Dario, the oldest of the guards, who had been Grand Prince Supra's instructor when he was young.
The old guard was crouching atop a high tower in the palace, gripping a heavy laser sniper rifle from the First Kingdom's treasury, peering through the goggles at the molten gold giant.
"I saw it. There was a human inside that molten gold giant."
"Not a demon, not a god, just a human being, a gladiator's slave!"
Old bodyguard Dario sneered, aimed at the figure inside the molten gold giant, and pulled the trigger of his heavy laser sniper rifle.
"Kill him! Kill that slave!" Kraz roared involuntarily.
A laser beam, half a meter thick, shot out from the tower, its light powerful enough to vaporize a small fortress, and struck the head of the molten gold giant directly.
Zhou Yun exhaled gently.
He had already reacted before the laser was fired, even before the old guard pulled the trigger.
The flames engulfed every inch of the molten metal giant's body. The giant metal hand that had tried to restrain him melted into molten iron in the flames. The burning blade cleaved open another giant hand, which stood upright in front of Zhou Yun, wreathed in unreal flames.
He heard the roar, the anger, and the hatred emanating from the sword.
Those gladiators who fell on the red sand, their blood sucked by the red sand.
Most of their souls have been devoured by the demons, but their hatred has always festered in the warp and has never dissipated.
They never questioned why fate had led them into such a hellish place, they never lamented their painful lives, and they never feared the coming of death.
In the crucible of the arena, they had long forgotten all of that.
All that's left is hatred.
Only clear and unambiguous hatred.
Hatred directed at high-ranking riders.
And so, the sharp blade fell.
The half-meter-thick azure laser was cleaved in two by the longsword, just like a wave crashing against the bow of a ship.
This is something that the laws of physics cannot allow, but that's exactly what happened.
Hatred raged and engulfed the azure laser, roaring as it surged toward Lord Supra's palace and toward Dario, the old guard atop the tower.
The dead.
Dario saw the dead in the fire.
He was very old and had witnessed many legends in the arena, who had won cheers and victories, but in the end, they all died ugly deaths on the red sand.
When he was young, he also felt sorry for the deaths of gladiator legends, but gradually, he got used to it.
They were just slaves, like domesticated cats and dogs. No matter how cute or beautiful they were, death was their fate.
Slaves deserve to die even more than cats and dogs; death is their duty in this world, and shedding blood for high-ranking riders is what they are supposed to do.
Now, at this moment, Dario saw those dead gladiator legends again in the fire.
He suddenly remembered.
When those legends died, each of them stared wide-eyed at the stands, at the high-ranking riders.
Looking at him with hatred...
"Spare me! Spare me! I didn't kill you! It wasn't me!"
Dario let out a terrified howl, but the fire still engulfed him.
Kraz trembled as he listened to Dario's wails on the radio and watched as the axe fell and burned Ragon to ashes.
Then, the giant of molten gold strode toward Kraz.
He saw it too.
What Dario saw during his final wailing.
The flames swirling around the molten gold giant were each a human face, representing a gladiator who had died in the arena.
They lay there in the arena, their eyes wide, staring at Kraz through the blood.
That was indeed a god.
Kraz realized this in despair.
But he is not their god.
He is the god of gladiators, the god of hatred, the god of the dead, and the god of revenge.
They've come. The gladiators who died on the red sands, the souls sacrificed time and again by the high-ranking riders—they've returned.
They've come for revenge.
"Get away! Get away!!! Get away from me!!!!"
Kraz screamed as the silver vines around him shot out scalding plasma at the figure, but it was all gently deflected by the flaming longsword.
The molten gold giant walked toward him without wavering, like an inevitable revenge, like death waiting at the end of everyone's life.
The sky was a chaotic blur, the atmosphere obscured by the red sand, leaving only a dim star like a pitch-black sun, hanging behind the head of the molten gold god of vengeance, behind his long hair formed from billowing black smoke, as if crowning his divinity.
The sword of vengeance fell from the sky, slashing towards Kraz.
Kraz wailed and wept as his sword shortened.
The flaming sword slowed its descent, its length unnaturally shrinking...
"I am coming."
As the voice rang out, Kraz saw the short, blond figure. The High Lord of Supra stood before him, blocking the path of the molten gold vengeful god.
The sword of the God of Vengeance slashed towards Lord Supra, but the closer it got to Lord Supra, the slower the sword fell and the shorter it became.
"Klatz, step back."
Lord Supra stared intently at the molten gold god of vengeance, showing no sign of backing down.
"He is the embodiment of gladiators' vengeance, and I am the chief high-ranking rider; he is my greatest enemy."
"Zhou Yun! Gladiator! I've come! You said you'd teach me what war is, and now I have!"
"War will not bless me unless I shed my own blood! The gods will not favor me!"
"So I "
Before Lord Supra could finish speaking, an invisible blade slashed past him.
"Ugh!" Kraz cried out in pain, the taste of blood rising in his throat.
slap.
Kraz's head fell off his neck and crashed to the ground, his body collapsing with it.
Zhou Yun, inside the Molten Giant, withdrew the finger that had just fired a Falcon School psionic blade.
Supra turned his head and stared at the scene in disbelief.
"Zhou Yun!!"
"You fucking swear word, Nuthria!"
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