Chapter 597

Chapter 597

Slowly rising to her feet, White Night became the new King of Flies, and at that moment, I was flooded with all sorts of thoughts.

Would the Imperial Edict I had placed on the first King of Flies work on White Night?

If it doesn't work, is there another way?

If everyone still breathing were to resolve to fight to the death, what then?

Or, if we were to surrender from the very beginning...?

As long as it's not game over, if there's any way to continue this fight...

'Like when we faced the Goblin God-King, maybe an unexpected ally will appear...!'

Harboring such vain hope, I was about to look northward when-

"...!"

In the next moment, I urgently shifted my gaze southward.

Something... someone else.

Was approaching from the south.

"What...?"

It wasn't just me. White Night also looked south with surprise, and the heroes stationed throughout the ruined city began to turn their attention southward, one by one.

The aftermath of the explosion was still burning in the southern plains.

Cutting through the center of the blast site, still emitting dazzling light and magic energy.

Step. Step.

A figure was walking through.

In the deep, heat-suffused night,

There stood a man.

Despite the great distance, the aura he emitted was so intense that it almost seemed like an illusion that his form was clearly visible.

Dressed in a neat black and white suit, with long black hair casually trailing behind him...

And those shining golden dragon eyes lifted high.

Though he took on a human form, it was clear. This was no human.

Step. Step.

Was it an illusion? As he walked, it seemed as if the light retreated behind him.

The flames and magic energy around the blast site receded, and the man walked straight through the path that opened up towards Crossroad.

Having only seen his 'true form' in the game, this was my first time facing him as a human... but I felt like I knew who he was.

"Myself, I have only heard tales of such a being."

Next to me, Dusk Bringar, pressing down on her blood-soaked shoulder, spoke with difficulty.

"The end of the mythological era, fought by my ancestors..."

Hearing the identity of the man, I closed my eyes tightly.

"...The Black Dragon King."

The Nightmare Legion's top commander. The Black Dragon Lord.

Master of the Deep Night. The First Midnight.

Darker than the deepest night. He who brings down the sun. Devourer of the moon. The World's End Bringer-

"Night Bringer..."

Step. Step. Step.

Quenching the swirling flames in the southern plains with his innate aura of darkness.

The king of the Black Dragons approached Crossroad with a dignified stride. White Night stared at him silently.

Rank 3, the Grand Sorceress, and rank 1, the Black Dragon.

If these two commanders of the Nightmare Legion were to join forces, even Crossroad in its prime condition would struggle to hold them off.

Yet, despite this- I remained vigilant, looking for an opening.

After all, the sudden appearance of this man was... an unforeseen factor.

Perhaps, though the odds were slim, a way out might present itself here.

Step...

Though it seemed he was merely walking lightly, Night Bringer had already arrived in front of Crossroad.

He was holding something carelessly in one hand... Upon closer inspection, it was a person.

Her white hair tangled, her body soaked in blood, and her robes torn to shreds, with an old, rusty sword tied to one hand...

"...!"

It was then I realized the identity of the person Night Bringer was holding.

It was Nameless.

Having reached right in front of the destroyed southern gate, Night Bringer carelessly threw Nameless forward. His black lips parted, and an emotionless voice flowed out.

"...This deposed princess tried to stop me, causing a delay."

Nameless couldn't even groan as she rolled on the ground. Every time she touched the earth, blood painted the floor like a brush soaked in red paint.

I hurried to check on Nameless's condition, but Night Bringer verbally stopped me.

"She's not dead. If killing her was an option, she would have been torn to pieces a hundred times over."

"..."

Despite my fierce glare, Night Bringer simply shifted his gaze to meet mine briefly, showing no reaction.

Crack-!

The next moment, White Night's upper body vanished.

"...?!"

Everyone watching was taken aback.

An invisible, formless power- no, 'the night' itself had clenched and crushed White Night's upper body.

Like the battles before, this strike was truly transcendent.

A force that mere mortals could never contend with.

"You."

Looking at White Night, whose upper body had flown away, Night Bringer casually remarked with his hand in the air.

"You are not of the caliber to oppose me."

Ssshhhh-

Staggering back, the King of Flies recombined the remaining flies to once again form the figure of a woman.

With more than half of the flies gone, the newly formed White Night was significantly smaller in size.

White Night was visibly confounded by the overwhelmingly powerful difference.

"What, what-"

Night Bringer snapped his fingers.

"Hand over the King's Scepter quietly, insect. It's too much for you to handle."

"Shut up..."

White Night's body, trembling, began to disintegrate.

"I can continue to live even if only one remains... But you, even if you're a dragon, have only one life."

"..."

"If I have to eliminate you anyway, I'll do whatever it takes to kill you here and now-!"

Snap-!

White Night scattered.

Transformed into countless flies, White Night became like a black cloud, engulfing Night Bringer from all sides.

Red curses swirled at the tip of each fly's mouth.

What effect those curses had, how they intended to kill Night Bringer, I couldn't tell.

Click...!

With an annoyed flick of his finger, the flies falling towards him- just like a night sky clearing of clouds, vanished cleanly.

"If one remaining can continue your life."

Night Bringer indifferently uttered.

"Just erasing every single one ends it all."

Among the countless vanishing swarms of flies...

There was one very small fly, desperately retreating and fleeing.

"Where do you think you're going, White Night."

Night Bringer stretched out his hand, catching the fly with an intangible force, then flung it down at his feet-

"Whether a great king or a great emperor, accept the end befitting the title you've claimed for yourself."

"No, no! My, my immortality...!"

Crunch.

He stomped it to death.

Without uttering a last word, White Night died under Night Bringer's shoe.

An incredulously vain end for her, who had survived by all means.

Night Bringer's luxurious leather shoe pressed lightly against the ground, and without even checking, he walked forward, step by step.

Towards me.

No... towards the King's Scepter that had fallen in front of me.

Stopping his stride, Night Bringer flicked his index finger upwards, and the King's Scepter that was rolling on the ground soared elegantly into the air.

Catching the King's Scepter with his other hand, Night Bringer looked straight at me. Then he spoke.

"Meeting you for the first time, player."

"..."

"I've heard you're the new King of Kings of this human realm. I am Night Bringer, the newly crowned King of Kings of hell."

The King of Kings of monsters.

The King of Kings of humans.

We stared at each other in silence for a moment.

The Black Dragon King examined me from top to bottom, then suddenly grinned.

"Let me ask first."

A beautiful, yet cruel smile.

"How do you wish to die?"

--TL Notes--

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