Season: 1 232: The Great Mage Returns after 4000 Years (5)

Book 1 Chapter 232: The Great Mage Returns after 4000 Years (5)

Translator: Seven

Editors: Ana_Banana, Yahiko

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Iris’ voice faded completely, and Lukas realised.

Iris’ soul had just crumbled completely.

“Ah.”

He called out blankly.

Lukas looked at the darkness in front of him and recalled his conversation with Iris.

He recalled her face, her tears, and her confession.

[...So I was a bit greedy, but I can’t do it. I can’t change the nature of my beloved Lukas Trowman with my own hands. It would feel like I’m killing you with my own hands.]

The short, few-month journey in the illusionary world.

Those false memories were the greed that Iris was talking about.

4,000 years of devotion for only a few months.

‘That’s... not greed.’

Lukas grit his teeth.

He couldn’t accept it.

He would never be able to accept such an ending.

“Not yet.”

Their reunion hadn’t happened yet.

Paht!

A bright light rose up from Lukas’ chest.

The last piece, which had been filled by Iris, caused unimaginable changes to his body.

“Iris, it’s not time for you to rest just yet.”

He could no longer hear Iris’ voice. The ‘diary’ that she’d mentioned had already come to an end.

It was her broken soul.

The soul of Iris Phisfounder who’d faced an end even crueler than death.

“So. Just wait a little bit.”

...It was slim, but there was still a chance.

Of course, it was impossible with Lukas’ current power. But even that crumbling soul could be revived.

To meet him.

“I have to take down Lord.”

It would not be easy. After all, Lukas had been weakened.

Lord had taken all of his divine power. Thanks to this, his divine magic power’s capacity had fallen below half of its former capacity.

With this much power, he’d only be able to use his Endtongue a few times.

However, Lord had also been weakened. So he had to go.

As he thought this, Lukas left the broken Celestial World.

He had to do this.

No matter what.

* * *

[...]

Nozdog felt his mind become overcome with a heavy sense of drowsiness.

Sleep.

This was a word that had no association to him, who had the body of a skeleton. In the first place, most Demigods did not need sleep.

Therefore, Nozdog couldn’t help but feel strange when the urge to sleep overtook him.

One thing was clear at that moment.

If he relaxed for even a moment, he would immediately fall into a deep sleep. Then, he would die immediately after.

At the hands of none other than the man who was currently standing in front of him.

[...so Kaltud really was Lucifer’s pawn all along.]

“...”

[Because you seem to have forgotten your promise, I came to retrieve my prize.]

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

When Dro responded with an expressionless face, Lord didn’t say anything else.

They all knew that a conversation was useless in the first place.

Then, Anastasia spoke with a stiff expression on her face.

“Where is Frey?”

She was told that Frey went to Hell to stop Lord.

But now, Lord was standing in front of them. And he appeared to be heavily injured as though he’d just been in a fight with someone.

While Anastasia looked at him with anxiety, Lord replied indifferently.

[The Great Mage is dead.]

“...”

“Enough of your bullsh*t!”

Unlike the shocked Anastasia, Ivan growled in a low voice.

Lord’s gaze finally turned to them before he nodded.

[That being... Right. This must be the shell the Great Mage used before he became transcendent.]

He was talking about Frey’s physical body. Grey Trowman.

Lord spoke in an annoyed voice.

[Your presence annoys me. Die.]

Pop!

“...huh?”

Grey’s body exploded without any warning, his blood covering the Great Medium who stood beside him. (Note: bruh...)

No one realised what had just happened.

Dro then shouted in an urgent voice.

“Mana or Qi! Either of them works! Draw upon your energy and protect your body! He’s weak right now!”

[Even if I’m weakened, killing you is no problem.]

Just as Lord was about to reach out to them.

[Lord.]

Nozdog called out to him.

Lord lowered his hand and turned to him.

[Nozdog, your mental power is amazing. You’re still awake.]

[Why did you consume our people?]

[...ah. Now that I think about it, I haven’t explained it to you yet, have I? Hmmm.]

After thinking for a moment, Lord shook his head and said.

[There’s no time. Just let me absorb you too. Then you’ll find out.]

Juk-

A mouth appeared on Lord’s face. It was the same large, hideous mouth that he’d used to devour the other Demigods.

With his mouth opened wide, he approached Nozdog.

Taht!

A wall of bones appeared from the ground, blocking this mouth.

Lord paused for a moment.

[What is this supposed to be, Nozdog?]

[...convince me. And I’ll let you.]

Nozdog squeezed out those words.

[...if you convince me, I will become a part of you. Lord, you didn’t consume your own kind for no reason, did you? There must be a reason. A reason that we all can understand. Tell me that. Then...]

Lord looked at Nozdog for a moment before speaking.

[Nozdog.]

[...what?]

[You talk a lot, Nozdog.]

His voice was irritated.

[Just shut up and become my food.]