### Chapter: 302
God of Creation Weapons
The ultimate form of the Raging Dragon Strike perfected by the former Tuhwang.
But even the great Tuhwang had never managed to achieve the God of Creation Weapons.
So, what did Kraush have to do to learn this God of Creation Weapons?
It was something completely unexpected.
“Are you saying I should go in there?”
“That’s right.”
Kraush turned his gaze to the location pointed out, and there lay an abyss of darkness.
To be precise, it was an endlessly deep chasm situated between valleys.
Even throwing a stone wouldn’t yield a sound; it was that deep.
Tuhwang, Durandal, was now telling Kraush to jump down there.
Kraush’s face reflected pure confusion.
Well, that was understandable.
After all, he’d been taken here under the impression it was the best training spot.
Instead, Durandal had dragged him to this lawless zone.
Initially, he thought they’d be training at the World Tree, but Durandal didn’t stop and kept dragging Kraush further.
Days passed as they traversed the endless plains, and finally, they arrived at a place.
This place was known as the Demonic Bastion.
Or, in other words, the Rift of Worlds.
It referred to a split area with an endless chasm running along either side.
As Kraush turned his head, he felt the wind rising from the valley where no bridge existed.
The strong winds that arose in the Demonic Bastion were so powerful they could collapse any bridge built across.
Because of this, one had to avoid actions like trying to jump over the chasm as if using flight magic.
One mistake could lead to being swept away by the Demonic Bastion’s wind, sending them to a place of no return.
And now, Durandal was insisting that he go down there.
Before his regression, Kraush had never had the chance to visit this Demonic Bastion.
Similarly, Arthur had shown little interest in it, explaining why he’d been an indifferent observer all this time.
The only merit you could gain from the Demonic Bastion was one title—the one who returned alive from the Demonic Bastion.
No one knew what lay below, nor did anyone know if there was a true end to it.
“Wouldn’t it be better to reconsider?”
“Seems like you’re feeling chatty today.”
“It’s just that I have a bit of claustrophobia.”
“I’ve heard about how you flutter around like a butterfly from long ago.”
Who knew the image he had built in the past would gnaw at him now?
Kraush let out a deep sigh, reflecting a gloomy expression.
He’d stopped whining at this age.
He knew very well that a tough path lay ahead of him anyway.
“Learning the God of Creation Weapons means I need to survive the Demonic Bastion too. It’s only fair to have such conditions, right?”
“Pretty much.”
To learn the God of Creation Weapons, there was no avoiding it.
If you can’t run away, you might as well enjoy it, right?
Taking a deep breath, Kraush stood at the precipice of the chasm.
Thud—
The stones at Kraush’s feet clicked and rolled down into the depths of the Demonic Bastion.
Of course, the sound of the stones hitting the ground never reached him.
Fwwooosh—
Instead, the sound of the wind brushed against Kraush’s ears as it passed by.
“Kraush student, the Demonic Bastion, or the Rift of Worlds, is the place closest to the heart of the world.”
This Rift was deeper than even the ocean’s greatest depths.
No one knew when or why this Rift had formed.
But only one person knew—Durandal.
“The Demonic Bastion is a trace of the world releasing its internal power to combat the World Erosion.”
The internal power referred to was none other than Aura.
As the World Erosion invaded and wreaked havoc across the land, the world released its power in response.
That power was Aura, which was spread throughout the world.
Ebelesque, too, exhibited a look of bewilderment.
[ What is this...? ]
Crimson Garden felt the same way.
At the moment of their surprise, Kraush accidentally let out a sound.
What he felt was an intense power of Aura enveloping him.
Indeed, as Durandal had said, it was a massive amount of Aura.
[ So, is this the midpoint now? ]
Amazing that after dropping this low, it was still only the midpoint.
The corpse rat’s body began to slowly turn white, igniting as it went.
Kraush realized that Ebelasque’s necromancer magic was waning.
If the rat’s eyes disappeared, the two World Erosions would no longer have a clue about him.
Noticing this, Kraush carefully tucked the corpse rat back into his pocket.
“Ebelasque, Crimson Garden.”
Before the corpse rat could completely turn white, Kraush smiled.
“I’ll be back.”
“Squeak.”
[ Make sure to return safely. ]
With both their responses echoing in his mind, the corpse rat froze completely.
Kraush looked down into the abyss once more.
The sheer volume of Aura wrapping around him was astonishing.
[ Is this how World Erosions feel within the World Erosion? ]
Kraush had learned the Extreme Blood Poison, so he’d experienced handling the power of World Erosion himself.
Yet the feeling of the Demonic Bastion seemed to concentrate the power much more.
At some point, the Aura began to visibly shimmer before his eyes.
The power that was once invisible started to materialize.
“If the World Erosions get in here, they’ll be utterly incinerated.”
Kraush realized this fact and had long since converted the World Erosion’s power into Aura using the Seasons.
Otherwise, Kraush would have been the one getting burned.
Before he knew it, the number of shimmering Auratic mists had begun to increase.
However, Kraush had yet to actively absorb any Aura.
He was doing so to reach the end point, just as Durandal had instructed.
As Kraush sped his descent through the swirling Aura, the materialized Aura began to block his sight, wrapping him in a world of pure white.
As everything turned white around him, Kraush felt as if he was trapped in a frozen world, even the sense of lightness he had felt before started to feel fake.
“Ugh!”
Kraush squeezed his eyes shut as penetrating light hit them.
As he hurriedly opened his eyes again, he saw the ground before him.
‘Is this the end point?’
If his timing had been even a second later, he could have fallen.
Kraush quickly twisted his body and landed.
The power he came down with was so immense that he slid a bit before eventually coming to a stop.
It felt like the soles of his shoes were burning off.
As he slowly lifted his head, Kraush was met with a sight he never expected to see.
“What... the hell is this?”
Flames burned bright red.
And within those flames, countless houses were collapsing.
The sky was choked with thick, black clouds and smoke.
Screams echoed from all directions.
Finally, far above him, a shining white light descended slowly from the heavens.
Kraush recognized the identity of this white knight.
The greatest entity born from the World Erosion to devour the world.
The Conqueror’s White Knight.
“...Shit.”
The very scene Kraush had witnessed before his regression.
The world advancing toward destruction unfurled before him.