The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns

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Chapter 493

A month had passed since Leon dragged Yog by the hair and disappeared into subspace.

It felt as though time was passing far too quickly.

Luna forcibly suppressed her anxiety and patted the back of Elpiria, who was fast asleep in her arms.

Hic.

Leon should have seen her burp, as if she had filled her stomach to her satisfaction.

He had said he would be back soon, and then lied.

“The compass…… still hasn’t changed?”

Melissa asked with a bitter expression.

Luna looked at the compass, which was not spinning around but pointing straight in one direction, and nodded.

“Still. He’s safe.”

“That’s a relief, but when exactly is that insane three-legged octopus coming back?”

It had already been a month since the formal declaration that the war had ended.

Across the continent, the atmosphere was that Leon had sacrificed himself and disappeared together with a monster that would have destroyed the world.

Was it because of that?

It was a scene commonly seen, to turn the dead into heroes.

The alliance of each continent granted the title of Martial God, the first human to reach Transcendent status, to the person called Leon Cascadia, and designated him as the guardian of humanity.

It was true that countless people had staked their lives and fought, but in the end, without Leon, the conclusion of the war had ultimately been set.

That fact had been confirmed by the archangels, so there was no room for anyone to object.

As a result, most of the archangels were also able to remain safe.

They had suffered extreme damage, but the archangels, who were close to immortal, could recover somehow.

However.

There was only one exception.

Gabriel could not avoid annihilation.

It may have been what he had wanted in the first place, but in the end, after plotting his scheme all by himself, beating the drum and playing the janggu, causing an accident, he vanished alone as if fleeing.

In Nyarlathotep’s case, it was somewhat absurd.

That insane creature of madness endured with a mad obsession that he could not die until he saw the completion of the being known as the Martial God with his own two eyes.

Yog’s attack had been fatal even to him.

Because of that, right after Yog and Leon disappeared, as if something had satisfied him so much, he crumbled into powder and scattered away.

Michael tried to track him, but no trace of him remained anywhere in this world or in the outer dimension.

Yog’s traces had completely vanished from the world.

It was because even the contamination he had left behind had all been dragged away by Leon.

Of course, from Luna’s point of view, she wondered what use any of that was.

Leon himself had not come back.

What use was all this?

She knew he was alive.

But that did not mean she could feel relieved.

When she felt as though she would go mad from wanting to see him right this instant.

While the archangels returned to the heavens to recover and the aftermath of the war was being gradually cleaned up, some people, perhaps thinking Leon was dead, even put forward the opinion that it would not be right to hold his funeral.

Naturally, after hearing that, the unfortunate incident occurred of Lispa flying into a rage and overturning everything.

In Lispa Elde’s case, after hearing the news that Leon had disappeared like that, she said nothing.

Then she vanished somewhere.

According to Diablo, she was searching for traces of Leon.

On the other hand, Luna simply believed and waited.

Because she had a promise with Leon.

But.

Around the time a month had passed.

Luna had to feel an unknown anxiety from deep inside her.

She knew Leon was not likely to die.

But separate from winning against Yog, she could not know whether he would be able to return from that space, and fear came first.

“Eve.”

After laying the sleeping Elpiria down, she sought out an old connection.

Looking at the very old connection that remained silent as though asleep inside the crystal, she asked.

“They said he was a child made with your authority. Then how long are you going to just keep sleeping like that?”

In truth, it made no sense for Eve to respond.

Because what was before her eyes now was no different from having preserved Eve’s remnant in crystal, like a specimen.

Eve had been annihilated.

And what Luna was looking at now was only the last trace of Eve contained inside the crystal.

She tidied here and there the blanket that Grivy had once put over it.

In Grivy’s case, she was directly connected to Leon.

But she could not move into subspace.

She merely said that he still seemed to be doing fine, and that she would wait.

Of course, since she was still a young child, she could not hide the fact that she looked quite gloomy.

“Grivy.”

“Yes.”

The place where Eve’s crystal was located was the secret base Grivy had made in R’lyeh.

Since Luna knew that when Grivy felt gloomy, she would come here and sob alone, Luna silently held Grivy in her arms and patted her back.

Come to think of it……. If Yog had disappeared, then the contamination of the outer dimension should also be gradually disappearing.

What was Sullivan, who had remained there alone, doing?

Since it was not as if they were in a situation where they could cross over just because they wanted to in the first place, all she could do was assume that nothing serious had happened.

While forcibly suppressing her depressed mood, she looked at Eve’s crystal, then slowly turned her body.

No.

She tried to turn it.

If she had not seen the body of Eve inside the crystal move, even if only for a very brief instant.

* * *

“I’m screwed.”

It was all well and good that I had excitedly crossed over into subspace.

It was all well and good that I had fought that damn Yog for days, and that I had cut off the bastard’s breath.

As if to prove he really was a monster who had existed since the beginning, it was irritating that even after I cut off his breath like that, he started moving again a few days later, but…….

Since he was not reviving completely like me, the fact that his power had weakened to an extreme degree was good news.

However, now that the situation had come this far, I discovered one problem.

How was I supposed to go back after disposing of Yog?

“Why isn’t this working?”

It was true that the power of the Martial God was an incredible power.

I did not think an authority that created the appropriate power on its own depending on the situation was sane.

But.

Among them, the subspace trait in particular demanded a bizarre amount of proficiency from me.

The other traits were used almost like passives, but subspace was not like that.

At this, the Librarian put forward one hypothesis.

That the being called the Martial God originally did not seem to require an ego.

That, like the archangels from a very long time ago, one had to exist merely as a concept, seeming to possess an ego while being an existence without an ego, in order to skillfully use advanced applications of that power.

But I had regained my ego.

Part of the reason was that Luna was in danger, but.

It was also because of the Demonic Sword that had seeped into my body.

I had never imagined that Adam had left a part of his own power in the Demonic Sword and set my awakening as the Martial God as the trigger, making it so that I would not lose my ego.

Still, as the parent of my soul, I was grateful that he had cared about me until the very end, but as I regained my ego, my control over this power, a power whose laws were difficult to explain, also became incomplete.

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“Master. What should I do?”

I asked while looking at Yog, who had become the object of the shortest-term has-been and the shortest-term teacher dismissal.

The bastard no longer had any power left to cause encroachment or contamination.

He was merely a large and solid monster now.

Since he knew very well that if he suffered damage amounting to death just one or two more times, he would die completely, just before, as soon as he was able to move, he tried to run away from me.

But.

After I became the Martial God, the meaning of distance itself had vanished, so the bastard’s escape ended up being nothing more than a meaningless struggle.

One thing was certain.

The bastard would definitely die here.

And he would be abandoned here forever.

“Librarian, is there no method?”

[I apologize. As of now, I cannot find a method.]

[Other than taking time to become accustomed to the power.]

The only being I could at least talk to was the Librarian.

I silently glared at the pendant hanging around my neck.

Lucifer’s connection had also been severed after I entered this space.

If the Librarian was not helpful, then the only information storage remaining was Lucifer.

But I could not currently converse with Lucifer either.

Complete severance from the outside.

It was familiar, and yet, to be honest, it gave me chills.

“Should I have just smashed him on the spot?”

Of course, I did not regret it.

Not only would it have been difficult to kill Yog on the spot, but if the power the bastard had unleashed as if struggling right before his death had exploded in Lazarus, I would not even have enjoyed the luxury of agonizing over it like this.

“Son of a bitch.”

Booom!!!

When I kicked the building-sized tentacle that had lost its power and was hanging limply, the tentacle was torn away powerlessly as if space itself had exploded.

I opened one hand, closed it, and repeated the motion.

Each time I did, something like a mini black hole created an accretion disk, rotated, then disappeared, over and over.

It had already been a month by my sense of time.

“Surely they aren’t holding my funeral outside because they think I’m dead, are they?”

[It is sufficiently possible.]

“No. Bring out some method already, damn it.”

[You are the one who induced this situation. Furthermore. The power of the Hall of the Martial God is a power outside the realm of my information.]

Roughly interpreted, it was like asking, “You awakened and used a power even I don’t know, so why are you bitching at me?”

I sprawled out on the devastated land in a spread-eagle position.

And again, as if playing around, I repeatedly created and erased something like a mini black hole in my hand.

A distortion of space created with the subspace trait.

To be honest, I did not really understand the principle itself.

I was merely using it instinctively.

Like that, had I been silently manifesting and erasing this new power over and over as if adapting to it?

With a grrrk, grrrk sound, the massive tentacles that had been silent began to move.

“Is it already respawn time?”

I rose from my spot, placed Pragarach on my shoulder, and waited for the bastard’s eyes to regain their light again.

And.

The moment the bastard’s eyes regained consciousness, I drove my sword straight into the bastard’s eye and core.

“Sleep well, you bastard?!”

Crunch!!

[Gyaaaaaaaaah!!!]

Now he did not even hide his desperate screams.

[How dare you!! How dare you!! Even the Chief God could not kill me!!]

“Yeah. That’s why you’re alive right now. Though looking at your state, it seems like you’ll die soon.”

[Stop this instant! You monster-like bastard!]

“Do you remember what I said when I first dragged you here?”

One of the two of us had to die.

Yog tried to move his enormous body and run away from me again.

If the bastard set his mind to running away, he would flee a distance on a cosmic scale, so before that, I completely tore apart the bastard’s core and neutralized him.

The Librarian’s text appeared as if delivering the confirmation kill.

[I have detected that the target’s power has been weakened to an extreme degree. Judging from the current situation, there is a very high possibility that this death will bring about his eternal annihilation.]

Yog’s power was merely close to infinity; it was never truly infinite.

On the other hand, to Yog, I had become not merely an existence that opposed him, but one no different from the only natural enemy existing in the world.

Because the more I fought an enemy possessing power as strong as Yog’s, the faster and more varied my own power became.

I did not know how it had been at first, but now that a month had passed, Yog had become nothing more than a beast with a gigantic body.

The bastard, mortally wounded and trying somehow to run away from me, did not even have any proper power left anymore.

[I…… I cannot disappear like this. I cannot disappear like this!]

“Enough. Since it’s the end, I’ll at least listen to your last words.”

[Shut up! You bug-like bastard!]

“Well now…….”

With a sneer, I swung Pragarach.

“Nice that your last words were so concise.”

When I cut away even the bastard’s last remaining trace, the bastard could not even scream and, in the end, exhausted his power and perished completely.

His body remained, but it had become nothing more than a massive lump of meat.

[Silence of the target. Confirmed.]

To be honest, even though we had fought for nearly a month, it was difficult to accept Yog’s death easily.

The power of the Martial God was somewhat peculiar.

Since it grew stronger through battle against an opponent, now that Yog had died, I could no longer expect additional traits to manifest or my abilities to rise.

Of course, even now, so many traits had settled inside my body that one would say, “Any more than this?”

Using them itself was possible at any time, but becoming accustomed to that power was something I had to do one by one from now on.

What I could do now was only to become accustomed to the power alone in this world where no one remained anymore.

“I have to go back.”

I had no intention of leaving alone like my parents, or dying alone.

Because I knew from personal experience how much pain the ones left behind would suffer.

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