She had defied an archangel’s orders and helped humans. It wasn’t just breaking the laws—it was completely burning them.
Giving up on excuses, Peope grumbled, "So, what are you going to do now? I’m done for."
Rian offered, "Co with us."
Peope asked, "What?"
Rian explained, "Co with us. There are many interesting things in our world. Since you saved us, we’ll do our best to save you too."
Peope quickly turned away. Honestly, this was a bit touching. But she couldn’t accept the offer. Going to the human world wasn’t difficult, but that wasn’t why she had done what she did.
Peope said, "Forget it, you fool! Think about saving your friends first!"
Rian kept his guard up while checking on Canis’s progress. Currently, Canis was using the power of darkness to cut through the won’s handcuffs.
A voice echoed from the ceiling: "Elixir of Life progress: 40%."
Amy shouted, "Hurry! We’re running out of ti!"
Canis snapped, "Be quiet, you pumpkin! If my focus wavers, I might cut your wrists!"
Canis was rotating a blade-like shadow to cut through the three won’s handcuffs. Since the cuffs were tight against their skin, precision was crucial.
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Kariel, moving to evade Harvest, was growing increasingly annoyed. He considered canceling the Elixir of Life and simply annihilating them. There were probably 50,000 ways to kill them using the power of creation. But he couldn’t cancel the Elixir of Life.
Even though the information transfer had reached 40%, none of the won showed any positive reactions.
Kariel thought to himself, ’They’re the best candidates. I can’t give up on them.’
As a last resort, Kariel opened a portal. With his remaining ntal energy, he could summon a fairly powerful demon, and he had just the right candidate in mind.
Kariel commanded, "Answer my call, Baalv."
As the new demon appeared, the Grand World Hall was bathed in an ominous light. Everyone except Canis looked up at the ceiling, counting the number of horns. It was a two-horned demon.
Baalv introduced himself, "The Sleep Demon, Baalv, at your service, Lord Kariel."
He was a dashing middle-aged man. His hair was slicked back, and his ears were pointed. He was as tall as an angel, wearing a cloak with a high collar.
Kariel ordered, "Subdue the humans. The Elixir of Life must not be interrupted."
Baalv replied, "That is indeed my specialty. Understood."
Baalv placed his right hand on his chest and landed on the ground.
Rian said, "Peope, hold this for a mont." He handed the ta-Gate to Peope and charged at Baalv. But even with his determination, he couldn’t get close. As he approached Baalv, his mind grew foggy, and his consciousness began to fade.
Rian thought, ’What’s this? Suddenly feeling sleepy...’ Feeling drowsy in a life-or-death situation was impossible unless he was insane. It had to be so kind of ability.
Realizing this, Rian quickly retreated. Once he was out of the invisible range, his consciousness returned. But the fatigue from lack of sleep remained in his body.
Rian muttered, "Damn it, what kind of trick is this now?"
From giants to fairies, demons to angels, they all had absurd abilities. Looking back, he felt ashad that coming to Heaven had only burdened his friends.
Baalv turned with a dignified air. "It’s useless. You won’t even be able to swing your sword at ."
A red gem slowly orbited around Baalv. Maybe that was the problem?
Rian assud a swordsman’s stance and slowly closed the distance. As expected, once he crossed a certain boundary, the red gem glowed, and drowsiness began to overwhelm him again.
Rian thought, ’Damn it. It’s that thing, after all. What is it?’
No one knew the gem’s true nature, but Harvest, the magical creature, sensed its unique wavelength.
Harvest communicated to Canis, "Canis, this is bad. We should retreat for now. It’s an Objet."
Canis replied, "An Objet? That’s an Objet?" He had only heard about Objets from Arcane and was seeing one for the first ti.
An Objet is an object. What sets it apart from ordinary objects is its ability to exert strange influences on the external world. So Objets are even familiar to humans, like the cursed Blue Diamond or the flying carpet.
Humans often collect various items, so it wasn’t strange for Maras, who had traveled through countless worlds, to possess at least one of these objects.
It was said that a certain Mara owned an object of bloodsucking that could absorb the blood of those around it. Another object, the object of hatred, could incite rage and drive soone to commit murder.
The object of Baalv was the object of slumber. Any creature that entered its area of influence would fall into a deep sleep.
As the gem’s rotation sped up, its effects began to affect Canis as well.
An overwhelming drowsiness washed over him. He bit his lip, trying to endure it, but if he continued cutting the shackles like this, the won’s wrists would be severed.
’No! I can’t leave Arin behind!’
Blood seeped from his bitten lips.
Amy and Tess, who were watching him, couldn’t offer any advice.
The only person who could stop him was Arin.
Arin: "Canis, there’s still ti. Step back for now. If you keep going, you’ll collapse before you can save anyone."
Canis: "Damn it! Damn it!"
He knew he had to retreat.
Just a little more, and he could cut through the shackles. If only he had the imnse power of his master, he would have already severed them all by now.
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Canis: "I’ll save you. Just wait a little longer."
Unable to face the won, Canis moved out of the object’s area of influence.
As if by so miracle, his mind cleared. But the pain he had endured remained unforgettable. It was a force far beyond any sleep-inducing magic.
’That’s right, coercion. That’s the characteristic of an object.’
Objects were anomalies in the material world. Due to so cosmic error, the very concept of the object had been twisted.
Thus, since they didn’t violate causality, it was impossible to block an object’s power by any ans.
Moreover, ti was running out. Summoning the sleep demon in a ti-limited situation was an excellent choice.
Canis: "Rian, stay back. I’ll handle this."
Canis switched places with Rian. The object of slumber was like poison to a swordsman with weak ntal resistance.
Peope: "Guys! Look over there!"
Peope pointed to the entrance of the Great World War and shouted.
The giant Ymir was charging toward them, dragging his massive body.
Rian’s eyes widened. Though he seed smaller than when they first saw him, there was no doubt it was the sa giant.
Even the usually composed Canis couldn’t hide his anger this ti.
Canis: "Damn it! Even the giant is coming!"
Rian: "Stay calm. I’ll handle the giant. You take care of Baalv."
Considering their compatibility, it was the right decision. But Rian wanted to face the giant himself, regardless of compatibility.
In their first encounter, he hadn’t even managed to land a critical hit, but this ti, it was his turn to show what he was made of.
As Rian reached the entrance, Peope flew over, holding the tagate.
Peope: "Hey, what about this?"
Rian: "Guard it for . We’ll definitely co back."
Peope: "What? How can I handle sothing this important...!"
Peope couldn’t finish his sentence. It was an overwhelming and unfair request, but seeing Rian’s face, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything more.
This wasn’t the face of soone who was certain they’d return.
Peope: "But if things get dangerous..."
Rian turned to Peope with a gentle smile.
Rian: "Just abandon it and run. Nothing is more important than your life."
Peope clenched his teeth and made a sour face.
How could soone say such a thing? Why were humans so foolish?
Peope: "Stop talking nonsense! Why can’t you just be honest? You want to protect this even if it costs my life, don’t you? Without this, you can’t return!"
Rian didn’t respond.
Peope: "You idiot! The opponent is Ymir! The king of giants, Ymir! If you fight him, you’ll die for sure!"
Finally, Rian realized. So, his na was Ymir? Not just any giant, but the king of giants.
Then he was a worthy final opponent.
Peope’s chest tightened. Was this what it ant to be human? Compared to fairies, whose lives were as short as a mayfly’s, did humans burn so desperately because of their fleeting existence?
Rian blocked the entrance. Backlit like a solar eclipse, he appeared strangely larger.
Peope: "Your na... your na..."
Peope struggled to speak, his voice choked.
Peope: "What’s your na?"
He asked Rian. Revealing one’s na in Heaven was dangerous, but Peope felt he needed to know. They had co to trust each other.
Rian: "I am Ozent Rian."
Rian raised his great sword and looked back at Peope.
Rian: "Shirone’s sword."
Thud!
Rian drove his great sword deep into the ground, leaning against the blade and lowering his stance.
Ymir charged forward, his mouth twisted grotesquely.
Ymir: "Kukuku! So, we et again? You’ll need to do better than last ti to call yourself a warrior."
Rian: "Co at , king of giants."
Ymir didn’t slow down as he rushed forward.
Feeling the overwhelming pressure of a rolling boulder, Rian braced himself and let out a roar.
Rian: "Uraaaaaah!"
Ymir’s shoulder slamd into Rian’s torso as he crouched.
The greatsword bent as if it would snap, then sprang back with elastic force.
Crack!
A sound of sothing breaking ca from Rian’s abdon. Blood gushed from his throat, staining the sky red.
A shockwave pierced through Ymir’s chest.
The battlefield where the greatest swordsman and warrior of Heaven clashed was devastated.
Craters marked where they had passed, and wind blew through shattered windows.
Ymir leaned against a wall, laughing. As the shockwave’s siqgnal washed over him, his body began to disintegrate at the cellular level.
Ymir: "Kukuku, not bad. How does it feel? The feeling of stabbing ."
Ashur’s expression was bitter. Though Ymir had lost his body, he wasn’t one to allow such a strike easily.
Ashur: "...Was that your ’fragnt’?"
Ymir was a giant who had achieved the tenth stage of the unparalleled legend of alcohol. No one knew how many bodies he had absorbed, but it was commonly believed to be over ten thousand.
Ymir: "Giants aren’t incapable of using their heads. Take your ti. I’ll go ahead and wait for you."
As Ymir slowly collapsed, Ashur’s sword sliced through his head and erged.
Monts later, bubbles rose from Ymir’s body, and it dissolved into a black liquid.
Ashur glared at the liquid pooling at his feet. As he opened his palm, his sword transford into a signal and vanished.
Ashur: "Damn it, I let my guard down."
Ymir disliked strategy, considering it a weakling’s fallback. But today, he set aside his pride and chose to head to the Great World War.
An animalistic instinct? No, a superhuman instinct.
Ymir liked simplicity but always triumphed over complexity because of one innate trait.
The instinct to sll war.
Throughout Heaven’s history, Ymir had always been at the heart of war.
This ti was no different.
He had sensed that the events of the Great World War would be the key to reclaiming his body.
Ymir: "I might be too late."
Though their natures were opposite, Ymir’s sense of sll was reliable.
His decision to abandon the battle and disappear ant there was no need to stall. The situation in the Great World War was dire than expected.
Ashur kicked off the ground and left the battlefield.
Arin: "Canis! Step back! You can’t go on any longer!"
Arin shouted. It had already been ten minutes since Canis entered the object’s area of influence. Yet, instead of retreating, he increased the speed of his magical attacks.
Baalv had retreated, as if Canis weren’t worth his ti. While the Mara was fundantally superior to Canis, with the object in play, he had no reason to intervene directly.
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