Chapter 94

Chapter 94

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]

Chapter 94: Ancestral Spirits (5)

...Boom!

With a loud boom, the dam that held back the water burst.

The wooden boards collapsed and the river began to flood on a massive scale.

“Everyone up in the trees!”

Fortunately, Aiyen was quick to react, and there were no casualties in Ballak.

As the river swept ferociously over everything, Ballak’s warriors climbed high into the trees to avoid it.

Those who were too slow to climb the trees managed to hold on to sturdy rocks and ride out the waves.

But. the Death Knights, standing in the distance, were unable to avoid the wave.

Crash! Crash!

The rushing water swept the Death Knights away in one fell swoop.

Of course, the Death Knights were strong enough to withstand the waves, but the problem...... wasn’t the waves themselves.

Tsutsutsutsutsutsutsuts......

The bodies of the Death Knights gradually turned to black vapor and began to disperse.

This was because the river water that was now flooding was concentrated salt water.

By nature, the undead are weak to salt, which has the power to purify the unholy.

These salt rivers have long been home to saltwater fish, and even salt that is dissolved in water is effective against the undead.

The Death Knights resisted the salt, but they could not withstand such an overwhelming force.

Sanctification.

One by one, the bodies crumble to dust.

The bodies of their ancestors, returning to where they belonged, were swept away by the flowing waters and scattered across the flooded land where they had been born and raised.

“.......”

Aquilla swallowed hard at the sight of Adonai’s flesh dissolving in the salt water and being swept away.

It was unfortunate that the remains of her distant ancestors could not be properly recovered, but she was glad that the unholy energy had been cleansed.

Most of all, I am glad that the noble bodies of my ancestors were not spattered with the disgusting blood of Aheuman.

......And now.

The water level subsided.

It was the end of the rainy season, and the waters were no longer overflowing.

Ballak’s warriors descended to the bottom as the water receded.

The water was still up to their ankles, but it didn’t interfere with their ability to walk on the ground.

Vikir followed suit as soon as the water level dropped.

Pow! ...pow! ...pow!

With each step, the water rose to his ankles, and the wispy grass tickled between his toes.

In the stagnant pools at the bottom, catfish and eels trapped by the current flailed and gasped for air.

Then.

Vikir spotted something.

An object, silently submerged in the water, wafting an eerie aura above the surface.

“Is that......?”

It was a large bow.

Dark matte. Horns and thorns sprouting like teeth.

This black bow, without even a bowstring, must have been held by Adonai just a moment ago.

A weapon made from the remenants of a Madam Eight-Legs. At first glance, it was an unusual weapon.

Vikir picked it up and handed it to Aiyen beside him.

“.......”

Aiyen took it and cradled it in her arms. Then he ran to hand it to Aquilla, who stood in the distance.

Meanwhile.

“......I’ll finish it.”

There was a hand on Vikir’s shoulder.

He turned to see Ahun standing there, his head bowed.

“Please, let me.”

Was it the fact that he’d rejected Vikir’s words earlier that bothered him? Ahun looked into Vikir’s eyes and asked for a favor.

When Vikir nodded, Ahun stepped forward.

He struck a flint to create embers, and soon spread the oil and a little gunpowder he carried with him at the base of the thorn tree.

Soon, a tiny ember rises and falls on the thorn.

Crackle!

The flames, flickering due to the moisture, soon spread upwards with astonishing speed.

The wet wood burns and emits a great deal of smoke.

Soon, scarlet flames shot up like spears, pursuing Aheuman.

Crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle!

The sound of burning wood is loud.

The flames burned toward the top.

The flames and smoke soon engulfed Aheuman, who had languished halfway up the thorns.

No screams were heard.

“.......”

The warriors of Ballak watched the old shaman’s final moments with mixed expressions on their faces.

Recalling the past seventy years, how they had cried and laughed at his every word, every gesture.

Crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle!

The smell of burning meat is thick.

The sound of sizzling fat was everywhere.

Everyone was about to turn away.

“Hee-hee-hee-hee!”

Through the flames and black smoke, something appeared.

The warriors’ eyes widened in surprise. Even Aquilla.

There was a skeleton, burning brightly, screaming with open arms.

“Ahhhhhh.”

No shaman, no warrior, born in the body of a Rokoko and living in the mind of a Ballak.

A being whose flesh and the fat beneath it had already burned away.

He shook his flesh, which was already more like charcoal than a body, and screamed at the world.

“You will regret this! You’ll regret putting me out like this......! ......! ......!”

The words he spat out after that were muffled.

Not only had his tongue been cooked, but the smoke he’d inhaled had burned through his lungs.

Aheuman floundered for several more seconds after that. Disintegrating into black powder like the Death Knights he had summoned.

He lifted his head and tried to see the town beyond the water in the distance.

He couldn’t see much of anything through his flame-cooked eyes.

“......Go back.”

Chief Aquilla ordered.

The Ballak warriors returned to the village, their bodies soaked with salt water and exhaustion.

Vikir and Aiyen did the same, carrying each other slowly back to the village.

A friendly village. A tribe that should be at peace now that its arch-enemy, Aheuman, is gone.

......But.

When they returned to the village, the warriors finally understood what Aheuman had warned them about.

Why he had laughed so much in his last moments, and why he had turned to look out over the village.

[Translator – Clara]

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