Chapter 129
“Eyes!!! Eyes!!”
“Damn it, what trick is this now!!”
A blinding light erupted without warning.
A light that didn’t care at all about destructive force—only its brilliance.
On the dark plains of Takrok, which had been illuminated only by starlight, a sharp white radiance spread all the way to the horizon.
Pupils dilated from adjusting to the darkness were overwhelmed by the light.
Vision flickered under the excessive brightness.
The same happened to both the Flame Emperor and the Emperor.
“How cowardly! You dare use trickery against me in battle!”
“And aren’t you the coward? Bringing ten times the army and still making excuses. Pathetic.”
Chiwoo responded to the Flame Emperor’s words with a sneer.
Whoosh—
His axe embedded itself in the Flame Emperor’s shoulder.
Chiwoo, despite suffering irreversible injuries—burns across his upper body and the loss of one arm—burned with even fiercer momentum.
“You bastard…!”
“Khahaha, I’ll take one arm before your eyes recover. That’ll make our fight more balanced, won’t it?”
Chiwoo grinned grotesquely, like some kind of demon.
Even in pain from burns and amputation, he used his agony as fuel for a wild, terrifying laughter.
The axe lodged in his arm began digging further into the Flame Emperor’s torso, tearing the limb away.
“Unexpectedly muscular… This log can be handled with just one arm.”
“Khuh…!”
“Flame Emperor!!”
The Emperor, whose eyes had recovered faster, shouted.
Despite being the supreme god, he looked genuinely flustered.
In front of him, his brothers were being cut down, while the Flame Emperor faced the risk of losing an arm—hardly the time to maintain composure.
Chiwoo’s advantage was growing.
If the Flame Emperor were to be killed or seriously injured, the Emperor would have no way to win.
He furrowed his brow, gritted his teeth, and shouted:
“Flame Emperor! I’ll help you—get out of there! Chiwoo will fall on his own!”
“…Fine!”
Ignoring the army to help the Flame Emperor—treating his subordinates’ lives like tools.
Yet it was a cold, rational decision.
In this war, the Flame Emperor’s life was more valuable than any military unit.
The Emperor’s judgment was sharp, cold, and precise.
However…
[Targeting complete.]
[Aether Superpower: Trajectory perfectly calculated with future prediction.]
[Divine energy replenished. Ammunition: Astra ready for use.]
[KerauNaAstra ready.]
I hadn’t been idle either.
While everyone was blinded by the eclipse and flash, I had slipped out of the battlefield and hidden.
Nothing could interfere with me now.
The Flame Emperor’s attention was on Chiwoo, the Emperor was focused forward on his brothers and behind on Chiwoo.
Yet pulling the trigger immediately would be foolish.
Opportunity comes only once. Perfect timing was essential.
After a few seconds…
The Emperor gathered his strength to push Chiwoo away and save the Flame Emperor.
“I’ll send the lightning…!”
“…Dodge it!”
The Emperor’s voice overlapped like a chorus.
His movements mirrored this, leaving afterimages in my eyes as his arms swung.
‘Now.’
The perfect timing I had been waiting for.
When the enemy starts the attack—when they are most vulnerable.
I pulled the trigger.
Boom—!
Zeus’ lightning, which had obscured the sun, shot straight toward the Emperor’s eyes.
—!
The shockwave hit the Emperor, ringing my ears.
A weapon capable of briefly dimming sunlight even over 150 million kilometers.
Its mythic power was incredible, and its destructive force was no laughing matter.
The shockwave passed the Emperor, overturning the ground, sending dust and sand into a storm-like upheaval.
A long trench formed across the plains of Takrok.
‘I couldn’t feel it properly when aimed at the sun… this is immense.’
Of course. Even a shard of Zeus’ Astra is powerful, and with the Astra amplifying godly power, the effect was phenomenal.
“Khuh…”
As the dust settled, a faint figure emerged.
Long hair, golden dragon robe—undoubtedly the Emperor.
“Cough! Cough!”
It seems killing him was impossible.
Even the Emperor was a supreme god in mythology.
No ordinary being could kill him.
“This…!”
As the dust cleared, his dragon robe was shredded, bare skin exposed, his face charred and disfigured. One eye was blown out from a direct shot.
To ordinary eyes, he would appear a ragged old man, not an Emperor.
Yet his power remained formidable.
Even in this state, the Emperor was a supreme god.
The Astra shot had hit him directly, yet he stood firm—his power beyond what I could match.
“Humans, interfering in divine affairs at every turn! I will bring divine punishment upon you!”
Kuuuu—
The Emperor’s fearsome face drew power.
Suddenly, the calm, dark day sky erupted in a storm.
Lightning struck from every direction, wind whipped like blades, all his strength focused.
‘He’s truly enraged.’
His eyes went wild.
Having thwarted his plan, Chiwoo’s hatred now turned to me.
When he genuinely attacked, I had no way to block him.
I had already spent every ounce of energy with two Astrafe shots.
Now, I could not dodge.
I had no strength to move. My position was still lying down, aiming the sniper.
Boom!
Lightning struck nearby, igniting a tree.
The storm he summoned approached. My life seemed as fragile as a fly’s, bound to be torn apart.
Escaping the tower would be wise, but instead, I shouted toward another direction.
“Woojae! Now!”
“I was ready.”
Woojae, released from pressure by Chiwoo blocking the Flame Emperor, transformed into mist and enveloped me.
Swish—
A cloud-like energy covered my lying body. Merging with Woojae, his magic filled me.
“Did you really think you could escape my full power with such weak strength?”
The Emperor’s storm was immense—beyond vast.
The starlit sky had darkened again, replaced by thunderclouds.
I had two choices: leave the tower or fight the storm and die.
But I had one more option.
Swish—
The magic sword, Tirfing, slid from its sheath.
A sword that cannot be sheathed unless it strikes.
Its ominous energy spread around me.
The Emperor, seeing this, only laughed.
“So you draw your sword. No more crazy attacks like before, huh? Foolish—it would have been smarter to stay still, just to stretch your life by a second.”
[Talking too much.]
“What?”
He was right.
Even with my S+ rank through floor 40, Woojae’s skill, and mythic items, I could not defeat the Emperor’s full power.
Swinging this sword would at best scratch his robes.
But the Emperor was never my target.
Boom!
I launched forward, leaving a black afterimage. The clash of Tirfing against the air sounded like an explosion.
“Kuh!”
“Ow!”
I dashed toward the battlefield with the Flame Emperor. Not the Emperor, not the thunderclouds.
Surprised by the sudden attack from behind, the Flame Emperor widened his eyes. Already wounded, one arm cut by Chiwoo, he now faced my assault.
Though a supreme god, the Flame Emperor could survive this hit, but the wound was deep.
“Cough!”
He spat blood.
A brief pause occurred in the duel between Chiwoo and the Flame Emperor.
Chiwoo and I exchanged glances—a silent understanding between brothers.
Boom!
Chiwoo stomped, cracking the ground. The Flame Emperor tried to block, but I, Woojae, and the rapidly joined Myangmyang and Kim Yuyeon blocked it.
Rita illuminated Chiwoo’s darkened eyes, pinpointing the Emperor’s location.
Boom!
The cracked ground shifted, and Chiwoo disappeared into the sky like a projectile, arcing toward the Emperor.
“I’ll take your head!!”
Chiwoo, flying tens of meters, was a battle-born yaksha.
His one-armed axe struck the Emperor directly.
Crack!
He landed, exhaling. The wind blew, clearing the Emperor’s storm clouds.
Sunlight pierced the clouds, touching the rain-soaked earth. The battlefield, Takrok’s vast plains, lay in ruin beneath the recovered light.
“My children.”
Chiwoo’s voice echoed across the suddenly quiet battlefield.
All eyes—Emperor and Chiwoo armies alike—turned to him.
He raised his remaining right arm. Hanging from his axe was the Emperor’s severed head.
A beast had ripped it apart.
“The Emperor!”
A soldier screamed in disbelief. Fear gripped him.
Other soldiers’ faces mirrored his horror. With their commander dead, morale collapsed.
The Flame Emperor, witnessing this, raised both hands.
“I admit our defeat. Spare our lives!”
“We…we…we’ve won!!!”
Finally, victory in the war.
I thought we were truly going to die.
[Quest Complete: Takrok War cleared.]
[Rewards obtained: Emperor and Chiwoo’s Weapon Blueprints, overwhelming command ability in battle.]
[Your weapon…]
I couldn’t even read the rest of the notifications—I passed out on the spot.
