Damn Necromancer

Chapter 422: Ascension Ritual (3)

[The Three-headed Demonic Dragon, the Shadow of Zargas, tests the challengers of the 1,322nd round!]

Kuuuuuung—!

A roar that sounded as if the sky was collapsing whole.

It was an overwhelming majesty that forced not only the challengers in the spacious marble square of the 150th floor, but even those fighting desperate battles in the 100th and 130th-floor sections below, to raise their heads.

The demonic dragon that descended piercing through the dark clouds reached hundreds of meters in size alone.

Slushy demonic energy flowed down between its dark red scales, and its three massive heads were growling, each harboring the aura of hellfire, deadly poison, and lightning.

Just by exhaling, the atmosphere burned and space distorted.

"Hiik……!"

"Why is a named monster like that already crawling out……."

The elite challengers of other dimensions who had been crawling up from the lower floors slumped down in despair.

It was a clear disaster and a death sentence handed down by the system.

No matter how much they were geniuses who had reached the apex of their dimensions, they could not face such an out-of-standard monster at a level where they were just breaking through the 100th-floor range.

The moment suffocating fear heavily pressed down on all the stairs.

[My Lord! I will pierce that lizard's head in a single breath with my spear.]

Cedric's resounding thought echoed in Kim Minwoo's head.

However, the fierce backlash of the other Legion Commanders immediately followed.

[Minwoo, can't you leave it to me? I think it'll be fun if I freeze it.]

[Ah, everyone move aside! It's the perfect firewood to throw into my furnace!]

[It's a prey that looks somewhat fun at least.]

Cedric, Merhen, Vulcan, and Olivia.

The four Legion Commanders began to argue over the 500th-floor disaster that appeared before their eyes, each claiming they would strike the finishing blow.

[Enough. Everyone stand by. I'll take that one.]

There was no grand reason.

Having only walked while bound by the Restraints of Tartarus for a few days, his body felt stiff…….

Above all, seeing a hidden boss appear blatantly advertising 'I'm an expensive guy' like that, his hunting instinct as a gamer was simply aroused.

Kim Minwoo slowly readjusted his grip on the old sword resting on his shoulder and took a step forward.

Keureureureu…….

Catching that minute movement, the three heads of the Three-headed Demonic Dragon simultaneously turned toward Kim Minwoo.

The three pairs of ferocious reptilian eyes of the demonic dragon glared intently at Kim Minwoo.

The demonic dragon was enraged.

At the fact that a lowly creature like dust dared to face it without avoiding it, its three maws opened wide, and the breath of ruin began to condense.

Hwareureuk!

Pajijik!

Chiiik—!

Hellfire, lightning, and deadly poison fused into a single sphere and burned red like the sun.

A few challengers watching that sight from a distance and from the lower floors squeezed their eyes shut and screamed.

Of course, they had just clearly confirmed with their own two eyes that that ragtag group of country bumpkins was absurdly strong.

However, the opponent before their eyes was on a different level.

Was it not a disaster-class named boss guarding the 500th floor!

'When even combining forces with that old man and the women wouldn't be enough, he's stepping forward alone?'

'If they get taken out one by one like that, we're all finished!'

The challengers bit their lips until they bled.

What would happen once that arrogant country bumpkin met a dog's death intoxicated by vain heroism.

The demonic dragon would tear apart and kill the remaining hidden masters one by one, and it was obvious that this 150th-floor square, having lost its shields, would eventually become a massive graveyard for all the challengers.

"Step back and group up with your party right now! Do you intend to die alone—!!"

Kyle screamed with bulging veins.

However, as if mocking his desperate shout, a massive ray of ruin fusing the three branching disasters poured down toward Kim Minwoo with the momentum to evaporate the entire 150th-floor square.

However, Kim Minwoo's eyes facing the ray were so calm they bordered on boredom.

His stats and mana were suppressed by the Restraints of Tartarus.

His authority was the same.

But such things didn't matter at all.

Even if his stats were chipped away by the restraints, they were distantly higher figures compared to the days when he crawled at the bottom in the past…….

Above all, Kim Minwoo was a stagnant water himself, having mastered the art of looting boss mobs dozens of times more massive and vicious than himself even with lacking stats and rat-tail-sized mana.

The moment the three-pronged breath of ruin covered the square.

Kim Minwoo's figure stretched out in a risky trajectory and dug into the blind spot of the breath.

Kwaaaang—!!

With his back to the roar of the marble where he had stood melting down, he had already surged right under the demonic dragon's massive jaw.

'If physical strength is lacking, all I have to do is strike the weak point.'

Kim Minwoo overlaid a very minute handful of the authority of death onto the old sword.

And then, he nonchalantly pushed the sword into the gap of the softest scales beneath its jaw.

Puk.

Through the gap in the hard dragon scales, the old blade dug in chillingly smoothly.

At that split second, the evil hunger of Hell Rhapsody, whose outward appearance was disguised, seeped into the demonic dragon's skin and fiercely began to dismantle its life force.

[Keurwaaaak—?!]

The flustered demonic dragon swung its massive front paws and tail while thrashing in pain.

However, in Kim Minwoo's eyes, those rough and ferocious attacks looked like nothing more than the painstakingly obvious desperation patterns of a boss mob.

Taat, paat!

He dodged the demonic dragon's trajectories smoothly with light steps, as if dancing a pre-choreographed dance, or taking a stroll in the neighborhood front yard.

Even while doing so, the old sword held in his hand relentlessly poked and stabbed the demonic dragon's vital spots, joints, and the pressure points of its mana core.

A bizarre yet perfect attack method of dismantling a massive monster in the most efficient way through thoroughly calculated movements.

Seureureureuk—!

Kung!

Kugugugugung!!

Eventually, not long after, in a silence that felt as if time itself had stopped, the demonic dragon's three heads vainly slid down to the floor.

The pitch-black massive body, like a mountain range, collapsed loudly while spewing a fountain of blood.

At the unrealistic sight of the man in the guise of a farmer, whom everyone had inwardly ignored when this started, hunting down the demonic dragon with that single old sword, the challengers' jaws dropped wide open.

Ttiring—!

Ttiring!

Ttiririring—!

[You have achieved a surprising achievement!]

[Achievement: Out-of-standard Predator!]

[You have transcended the rules of the trial and subjugated a 500th-floor named boss on the 150th floor!]

[A massive amount of Ascension Points are paid!]

[The gatekeeper kill reward and named subjugation bonus points for the corresponding tier are tallied!]

Golden system messages poured down like firecrackers over Kim Minwoo's vision.

The points, which had been trickling up every time he dealt with trash mobs while climbing the stairs, shot up infinitely while refreshing numbers as soon as he caught the demonic dragon.

'As expected. The system doesn't know about the disguise.'

If it knew about the disguise, it wouldn't have called it a surprising achievement.

Because it wasn't a difficult task for a Higher God to beat down a single demonic dragon.

The bottom of the endlessly continuing stairs was engulfed in perfect silence.

Including the dragonkin Sword Demon Kyle, who had desperately crawled up from around the 130th floor and directly observed that sight, the successor of the Ice King race Melorn, and hundreds of top-tier challengers.

The elite geniuses merely stared blankly at Kim Minwoo with their bodies stiffened as they trembled like aspen trees.

In that heavy silence where no one dared to open their mouth, Kim Minwoo closely scanned the hundreds of dumbfounded geniuses looking up at him.

At that time, a flashing thought brushed past his mind.

'The Ascension Ritual, huh…….'

Mutakta, who had tormented him in the past, had also risen to the position of an apostle through this damn Ascension Ritual.

If so, let's think about it conversely.

Kim Minwoo himself was also a being possessing the status of a Higher God, only his shell being human.

In a situation where massive faith and high-level manpower to work their bones off were desperately lacking in order to fight the massive war to come, establish his own new order, and run the universe to his liking.

But right now before his eyes, weren't there tens of thousands of fresh and highly talented elite newbies who had conquered their respective dimensions walking in on their own two feet?

'Can't these guys become my apostles?'

There's no law saying only Outer Gods can pick apostles, right?

Standing next to the massive corpse of the demonic dragon, he leisurely strolled over to Kyle, one of the upper challengers whose soul had slipped out.

As the absolute who had crushed the three heads of the demonic dragon with a single stroke a moment ago approached, Kyle, who had lived haughtily his entire life, felt his breath choke.

An instinctive fear that that merciless blade might target his neck next.

He instinctively tried to back away, but his two legs, terrified by fear, did not lift as if frozen to the floor.

However, Kim Minwoo stopped right in front of Kyle's nose, opened his eyes wide, and threw an unexpected question.

"What are you staring at?"

"Y-yes?!"

Kyle answered, jumping in surprise as if struck by lightning.

"Are you curious?"

"Wh-what do you mean……."

"I'm asking if you're curious how I sliced the demonic dragon."

"……I-I am curious……!"

Kyle answered while swallowing his saliva without realizing it.

If he could just catch a glimpse of the secret to that overwhelming strength, he felt like he could sell his soul even to the devil.

Kim Minwoo tapped Kyle's shoulder lightly with the old sword and asked with the good-natured smile of a country youth.

"Do you have a god you usually believe in?"

"……A god?"

Bewilderment spread across Kyle's face. He was asking about the ultimate martial arts and the secret to strength, so why a religious survey all of a sudden.

"I-I'm an atheist, but……."

Oh, an atheist.

A dark flush peculiar to capitalism colored Kim Minwoo's face.

A prime customer like a blank canvas, perfectly free from being tainted by heretical religions, making him the absolute best target for proselytization.

"That's great. Then believe starting today."

"……B-believe what?"

"The God of Death. Then you can become strong like me too."

"……Pardon?"

Kyle blankly asked back.

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