《Second Life Ranker》Chapter 549 - Reclaim (6)
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If Yeon-woo’s guess was correct, he couldn’t let things go as his enemies planned. The Titans and Gigantes had to be fighting the resistance if they were using their strongest forces, which meant that the resistors weren’t weak. Perhaps…they were even the gods of Olympus Yeon-woo was searching for.
However, too many soldiers of Asgard were descending from the portals, as if they had come to eliminate Yeon-woo, no matter what. The thing similar to Yeon-woo couldn’t contain his anger.
Click! Clatter! He released the chains wrapped around his right arm and fixed Vigrid at their end.
[A hidden true name of ‘Vigrid-???’, Harpe is released.]
[Folklore: Denying invincibility]
Vigrid transformed into a death scythe with the release of its true name, and the chains began to swing around, stretching towards the portals. Boom! Boom! Harpe was bolstered by Sword Thunder, and it swept the arriving soldiers away.
『Aaaack!』
『W-what is this…kugh!』
After nearly thirty percent of soldiers were blown away in an instant, the gods following the warriors of Valhalla tried to block Harpe. Clatter! Harpe’s chains moved freely between pockets of emptiness, making it impossible to anticipate its movements. Instead of facing the gods’ attacks directly, Harpe moved as nimbly as a killer whale in open water, retreating when it sensed danger and opening pockets of emptiness as it took advantage of blind spots to attack. Sword Thunder flashed in the sky, emitting extreme heat.
Clatter! There was an even bigger problem for the gods after that. Although they managed to evade Harpe’s lacerating attacks and entered the battlefield, soldiers newly risen from the shadows awaited them. Ssssss.
『Victory to our god!』 Valdebich and the thousand Ghost Giants that had awakened with him lifted their weapons high in the air with roars. The Ghost Giants were in high spirits ever since they’d erected a temple for Yeon-woo in their motherland and trained at every waking moment. They were now a force to be reckoned with.
Asgard was aware of the giants’ valor and grew wary as their worst fears came true.
『Light! Be with us!』 They increased the speed of their descent at the command of the leader of the Asgardian forces, Baldur.
The fight between the Ghost Giants and Asgard began, a clash between beings of the heavenly world and the descendants of giants that had been presumed extinct.
『How dare you!』 Furious, Thor lifted Mjolnir and stepped on Lightning Path to push Yeon-woo back again.
Boom! However, before he could even reach Yeon-woo, Prince Nezha stopped him in his tracks, blocking Mjolnir with his Fire-Tipped Spear with a warm smile. However, the eyes over that smile were cold. He hadn’t forgotten the humiliation of losing to Thor during their first clash. “He’s a busy guy. I’ll play with you instead.”
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『Move, you lowly being!』
“Lowly being?” Prince Nezha’s eyes flashed dangerously. “I’m usually treated pretty well wherever I go. My pride won’t let me pretend I didn’t hear that. Nope.”
Whoosh! Intense winds blew around Prince Nezha, and his bronze armor started to break into pieces. Crack. In an instant, he grew hundreds of meters tall, turning into a monster with three heads and six arms. Prince Nezha revealed his hidden true body. He had a different weapon in each hand that made him look even more threatening, and each of his heads had a different expression as they stared at Thor.
『I didn’t want to show this side of myself.』
『But you left me with no choice.』
『This time, I’ll ask if you are worthy of fighting here.』
The three mouths moved simultaneously as they released a mighty wave of energy. Thor struck the ground with Mjolnir, releasing his own energy wave with a stiff expression after realizing that Prince Nezha’s true form was not inferior to his own.
In the meantime, Prince Nezha’s true body and his giant sword loomed above Thor’s head. Crash! As Thor lifted Mjolnir to protect himself with golden lightning, Yeon-woo pulled the chains in and gripped Harpe. Clatter. 『Valdebich, Lam. I’ll leave this place to you.』
If the Titans and Gigantes were attempting a two-front war, he needed to stop it. After messaging his two subordinates, he quickly brought down Harpe and jumped into the emptiness that he’d opened. Swoosh!
Yeon-woo reappeared in a location far from the battlefield, one of the holy territories he’d invaded when he fought with Hades and Dis Pluto long ago. He felt the Titan subordinates in this place running around, but he ignored them and closed his eyes, spreading his territory of recognition throughout the entire stage. If the Titans and Gigantes had taken their main forces somewhere to fight, they would be emitting extraordinary amounts of magic power.
Sure enough, he discovered a location where abnormal amounts of magic power were being released. Swoosh! He opened emptiness once more to teleport to that area.
The great battles he’d already experienced in Tartarus seemed to be playing out in front of his eyes. Typhon’s eye, which was as large as a moon, stared down from the dark sky as he sent out divine punishments that turned the world blindingly bright. The Titans and Gigantes on the ground were attacking a massive fortress and the resistors defending it.
A man who seemed to be the resistance leader stood out with his performance. He was larger than Phante, and he wasn’t wearing any armor, only covering his torso with a lion’s pelt. All he held in his hand was a wooden club, but with each swing, dozens of his opponents were sent flying and bleeding.
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With his extraordinary strength, he ripped apart the feet of Titans trying to enter the fortress. He was matchless. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say he was pushing back the enemies on his own. However, he strangely didn’t have much divinity, although his natural strength was fearsome enough to make up for what he lacked.
Yeon-woo recognized him in an instant. ‘Hercules!’ The king of the gods, Zeus, had created this great hero in order to win the Gigantomachia. Hercules had disappeared without a trace after the war and didn’t even show up after Olympus’ fall, but now, he appeared once more. Proving that he was worthy of his reputation, he tossed away Typhon’s divine punishments as if they meant nothing and shouted something at the sky.
Typhon’s eye squinted, and it was clear they weren’t exchanging pleasantries. The more Typhon’s fury grew, the more intense the typhoon in the sky became.
At that moment, one of the Titans extended his hand to the fortress. Kookookoo. He was so close and almost reached a soldier. Hercules realized what was going on and tried to move, but the Gigantes repeatedly spewed out more attacks, holding Hercules back.
Just as Hercules was about to shout “no”, chains lashed up from below and wrapped around the Titan’s hand before he could reach the fortress. Clatter! Harpe hacked off the Titan’s arm.
Kroooo! The Titan let out a sad cry that shook the entire holy territory as he stepped back. Black holy power spurted out like blood and rained on the ground. The soldier who had been awaiting his death gaped at the sudden salvation, his eyes wide when he saw the Titan’s head roll on the ground. It was too unbelievable. The Titans had seemed like invincible creatures, but it was only the beginning.
Clatter! Clatter! The faster Yeon-woo moved his chains, the more wildly Harpe hacked away, mutilating everything it came across. Titan limbs fell to the ground like pieces of straw, filling the entire holy territory with black holy power.
『You…!』 Typhon realized the sudden change and quickly turned his eye to Yeon-woo. The fury in them was more intense than the one he had for Hercules. Yeon-woo was the one who had stolen the Throne of Death, a position that belonged to him. Yeon-woo had even intercepted the Elohim, whom Typhon had been trying to use to spread his influence to the floors.
It was Asgard’s responsibility to deal with Yeon-woo, according to their plan. 『Stupid Asgard…couldn’t catch you, rat…it’s for the best…I’ll bury you together with that scoundrel…!』
Hercules’s eyes also widened when he saw Yeon-woo. Yeon-woo ignored them both. Click!
[A hidden true name of ‘Vigrid-???’, Gáe Bulg, is being released.]
[Folklore: Hitting the mark with a single shot]
When Yeon-woo felt that he had successfully pushed the Titans and Gigantes away from the fortress, he changed his method of attack. He separated Vigrid from the chains and assembled Ruyi Bang into a staff, attaching Vigrid to one end. Then, he threw the spear at Typhon.
It flew at the speed of light and penetrated through multiple barriers that protected Typhon’s eye, creating a shower of sparks that fell to the ground as lightning. The sight seemed to have been torn from the old legends. Spurt!
Vigrid cleared through the last barrier and pierced Typhon’s eye.
『Ahh! Ahhhh…!』 Typhon thrashed in pain, the center of his power injured. Blood dripped from his eye.
“Hercules!” Hercules tossed the club in his hand as if he had been waiting for the signal. As though space itself were torn apart, Typhon’s laws over the fortress were broken. Crack! Everything exploded with the sound of cracking glass.
Yeon-woo retrieved Vigrid and moved again. When the laws of the holy territory were invalidated for a brief moment, he had seen the coordinates to Typhon’s true body. After he opened the emptiness that led to it, Yeon-woo met the eyes of a gaunt man meditating above a strange magic circle. Dozens of candles lit around him. It was Typhon.
Blood dripped down from his injured eye, which he’d covered with a hand. Typhon’s visible eye widened in surprise when he realized that his location had been discovered.
“So, this is where you’re hiding.” Yeon-woo brandished Vigrid and immediately activated the Eight Extremes of Sword Thunder. There was no need to go easy on Typhon. As Heaven Thunder exploded, Typhon’s room was blown away.
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