Chapter 215

Chapter 215

HEL SCANS

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It was two years ago that Adeshan first felt the presence of something inside her. She remembered it precisely because it was also the day she first met Ronan.

While nursing him after he was knocked unconscious by Navirose, Adeshan suddenly had a headache. It was such a dizzying pain that she almost fainted, even now thinking back on it, cold sweat streamed down her face.

Nevertheless, after the headache subsided, Adeshan began to feel the sensation of someone existing in her mind. The someone, vaguely felt, often spoke to Adeshan, but until now, the voice was too faint for her to understand.

Yes. Just a little more.

However, now it had reached a level of audibility. It was a calm yet commanding voice of a woman. Adeshans eyes widened. She opened her mouth without realizing it.

What did you just say?

Huh? Whats wrong?

Oh, nothing. Just a moment.

Although Ronan asked, she waved it off. Once again, a voice resonated within Adeshan.

Do not suppress your emotions. It is forcing raw, unrefined will upon the enemy.

[Wh-Who are you? Why are you in my head?]

Stay calm, Adeshan. There isnt much time left.

[H-How do you know my name!]

Adeshan questioned in her mind, there was no reply. Ronan, who had been silently watching her, raised an eyebrow.

What?

For a brief moment, he felt the momentum of her days as the general. Despite her battered body, the mana rising above her shoulders pulsated more vigorously than usual.

The silhouette cast by her torch reminded him of Adeshan from his previous life. Thud. Adeshan, who stared into the void as if possessed, sat back down.

Are you sure youre okay?

Y-yeah Ill catch up soon, so go ahead. We cant afford to miss him

Though her wounds had healed, it seemed she still needed time to recover. Adeshan handed over the Blood Needle she had. Ronan, who had been holding her hand, nodded.

Ill finish this.

Please.

Adeshan let out a weak smile. The Blood Needle she handed over pointed precisely towards the side gate that Barka had left.

With determination, Ronan took a step forward. The dim corridor continued. It seemed like an emergency escape route. Bloodstains marked the path he walked, showing the traces of his journey.

I sense it. He hasnt gone far.

Even without looking at the Blood Needle, he knew. Barka was still around here. Footsteps echoed in the narrow and long corridor.

The passage wasnt long, and soon the end was in sight. Light seeped in from the already open stone gate. As he stepped out of it, a chilling wind rushed in as if freezing blood.

As expected, the passage led outside of the hideout. Behind him, the vast expanse of ice, a hallmark of the ghost-infested sea, stretched out before him.

Hmm?

Suddenly, Ronan furrowed his brow. Clusters of bulky masses were packed under the vast ice.

Arranged irregularly, they reminded him of raisins pressed into bread. It wasnt rocks, it wasnt something normal. It didnt take long for him to realize that all of it was the bodies of Beastmen.

What the hell is this?

His forehead narrowed at the truly eerie sight. Even with rough counting, there seemed to be thousands. Was he storing corpses in the Sea of Ghost to keep them frozen?

Damn bastard

Ronan twisted his lips. The more he peeled, the more wretched aspects revealed themselves, like an onion growing in hell.

Ronan wondered how he had managed to accumulate so much, but that wasnt important right now. It was the moment Ronan had been looking for Barka. From not far away, a familiar voice could be heard.

Did you really manage to bring down Aradan At this point, I have no choice but to admit it.

Huh?

Ronan quickly turned his head. Facing Barka, his eyes widened in surprise. Barka stood with crossed arms, just a dozen steps away.

You.

Dont worry. There are no more scrolls left, and I cant go far anyway because of the crossbow bolt that woman fired It wasnt just an ordinary arrow.

Barka spoke with a weary voice. Indeed, a crossbow bolt was deeply embedded in his right thigh.

From the abnormally swollen wound, red blood dripped steadily. It seemed poisoned. Barka continued speaking.

But you didnt kill Aradan. He cant rest eternally until I allow it. Even if hes shattered into a thousand pieces, he will survive, that is my masterpiece, Aradan Turkon.

You fucking bastard.

For a moment, veins bulged on Ronans forehead. There was no need to activate the Aura. With a single leap, Ronan closed the distance and landed in front of Barka.

With this distance, he could cut any number of variables. He growled, putting his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Is that all you have to say?

Theres still more. How about we negotiate?

Negotiate?

Thats right. Ill make you an offer you cannot refuse.

Barka was about to say something when suddenly Adeshan, kneeling, placed her hand on his head. For a moment, Barkas body stiffened.

Ugh!

Watching in astonishment, Ronan stepped back. The shadow mana, so intense that it made his head hurt, was blooming over Adeshans shoulders.

What happened?

While Adeshans growth rate was already rapid, this was too radical. It reminded Ronan of the moment when Shullifen awakened his Aura in Dainhar.

Affected Affected Affected

Barka was repeating the same words like a parrot. His eyes were already clouded like overcast skies. It was a clear sign that his mind was properly under control. Adeshan, watching him intently, spoke.

Barka, release all the curses youve spread.

I will.

Barka nodded. Ronans eyes widened. His demeanor, including his tone, had become as polite as a peasant addressing a noblewoman.

As he murmured something, another wave of mana spread beyond the horizon. Unlike before, the wave flying through the wind felt clear and pure.

Oh my god.

Ronan exclaimed instinctively, sensing that the curses had likely vanished. This level of control was almost comparable to her from the previous life. Adeshan continued.

Barka, stop raising the corpses.

I will. However, I cannot control the corpses that have already risen.

It doesnt matter.

Barka, nodding, mumbled something again. The sound of ice breaking from all directions noticeably decreased. Except for the ones already exposed, it seemed like all the corpses had stopped moving.

Adeshan made a few more demands. She requested any information he could provide, and asked him to lift the curse binding Aradan.

I will.

Barka responded soullessly, nodding to her demands. While some shocking information related to Nebula Clazier emerged, there was no reaction more surprising than what was happening before Ronans eyes. After the exchange was over, Adeshan removed her hand from Barkas head.

Barka, open your eyes and look at me now.

I will h-huh?!

Barkas voice lost its drowsiness. His eyes, now fully conscious, widened as if they were about to pop out.

Wh-what did you do to me?!

Barka, Ill give you one last chance. Apologize to those who have suffered because of your actions.

Dont be ridiculous, you damned bug! Tell me what youve done to me right now!

Barka snarled, baring his fangs. It seemed like he didnt remember what he had done while under the control. Of course, with his limbs severed, he was not threatening at all. Adeshan, looking down at him with a cold gaze, spoke to Ronan.

Ronan, do you remember the promise you made to me?

The promise? Ah.

Ronan nodded. She was talking about the promise they made at the ice cave. Ronan had promised to hand over Barkas fate to her.

I remember. Do as you wish.

Thank you.

Adeshan smiled. But it was merely a passing phenomenon, like moonlight flickering through a storm. She then became serious again and looked down at Barka.

Wh-what, what are you trying to do

Just meeting that sinking gaze made his blood freeze. Sensing a terrifying event about to unfold, Barka struggled. Adeshan, who had been staring at him silently, spoke up.

Barka. From now on, no matter what happens, you must not breathe.

What kind of nonsense is that? Why would I

Barkas words were cut off. Somehow, he couldnt breathe. It felt like his throat had closed up so tightly that not even a drop of water could pass through. Though Ronan didnt know what was happening, he chuckled as he watched.

Its satisfying. Seems better than tearing limbs apart.

I was worried. Originally, it wouldve been impossible due to the structure of this body, but with this ability, it seems possible

Adeshan murmured. Her gaze was fixed on Barkas eyes, which reflected his dying face in white.

Everything youve accomplished will disappear. If theres hell, your soul will surely burn there.

Keuk! Ugh!

Miracles wont happen. Youll die without achieving anything. Until the end, hell never become anything resembling a king.

Arraaaggh! Ugh, ugh!

Barka twisted in agony, even though his body was missing limbs. His will to live was moving his dying body. Adeshan, remaining calm, continued speaking.

And, in the North, where peace will be restored, the laughter of people will echo once again.

!

After about five minutes, his movements ceased. Barkas face, with his breath cut off, was distorted in utter despair. Ronan, approaching cautiously, checked his pulse. Confirming that there was no pulse, he nodded.

Hes gone. Completely.

HEL SCANS

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