The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns

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Chapter 490

The unidentified power that had inflicted a fatal wound on me the first time was not used again.

Maybe because it no longer worked on me, or perhaps because the conditions to use it were lacking.

Honestly, that worked out better for me.

Luna and Baal being tied down had, ironically, ended up protecting the two of them.

What I had to do right now was fairly simple.

Overlay my Domain to weaken its influence while amplifying my own, then drive Pragarach into that bastard’s eye.

The problem was that even after stabbing Pragarach into it, not a single bit of damage was inflicted.

Why?

I dodged the grotesque tentacles that flew at me without pause and attacked several more times, but the result remained the same.

The attacks weren’t landing.

They only looked like they were.

They never actually touched it.

Why?

Right as that thought spread through my mind—

An ominous energy began pouring out from the creature, and from the abyssal pit it had emerged from, tentacles incomparably longer and larger than before erupted upward, smashing apart the surroundings.

In an instant, the walls of flesh tore apart, revealing the crimson sky.

As though some colossal being had begun moving additionally.

Instinctively, I stretched my hand into the air, opened a subspace, and pulled out Claymore.

My instincts screamed that I could not leave that thing alone.

Kicking off the surrounding walls, I launched myself upward, sent Pragarach floating through Sword Control Arts, then tightly gripped the Spirit Sword, Falling Blossom, with both hands.

“Bloom.”

As though responding to my call, the Spirit Sword Falling Blossom scattered into light and unfolded across the sky as a gigantic flower bud.

At the same time, enormous tree trunks burst through the ground as though alive, rapidly coiling around the tentacles like morning glories and restraining their movements.

KWAJIK!! KWADDEUDEUK!!

But Yog’s tentacles paid them no heed.

The grotesque mouths stuck to their surfaces tore apart the tree trunks while spewing bizarre mist that contaminated them.

The trees were corrupted and crumbled away in moments, but Falling Blossom devoured my power like mad and continuously forced more trees upward.

It was obvious that this alone wasn’t enough.

I kicked off the air and soared upward before landing atop one of the giant flower petals formed in the sky.

Then, placing my palm against the petal, I spoke.

“Wither.”

The Spirit Sword Falling Blossom manifested its power through three commands.

And what I was using now was the third command.

A flower in full bloom is destined to wither.

Immense power shook violently as the petal beneath my feet slowly lost its strength and began to fall.

Because it had bloomed magnificently, it would fall magnificently as well.

At the same time, the hardened tree trunks wrapped around the tentacles began scattering strange light all at once.

Then, they spread something enormous in every direction.

The result was rather astonishing.

As the gigantic flower petals fell and the mysterious particles of light bursting from them spread like drifting pollen, they completely covered the tentacles and created a result.

Flowers bloomed from the tentacles.

Trees grew from them.

The towering tentacles that seemed capable of piercing the heavens dried and twisted as though all their nutrients had been drained away, becoming fertilizer that formed an enormous vertical grassland.

After retrieving Falling Blossom, which had entered a dormant state after exhausting all its power, and shoving it back into subspace, I transformed into a flash of light and descended toward the gaze of the creature staring at me in displeasure.

[Heavenly Piercer]

[Annihilation]

In an instant, Pragarach’s spear tip descended like a lightning strike and pierced its eye once more.

Normally, that alone would have dealt Yog a catastrophic wound.

Enough to force the creature to flee back to its original dimension because it could no longer endure.

But—

Once again, the attack was futile.

Still, it wasn’t a complete loss.

At least I gained information.

“It’s not touching you at all.”

I spoke irritably.

[Sharp of you.]

It answered as though unconcerned.

It sounded like a trivial truth, but this was actually a huge problem.

Yog was a cosmic-scale existence.

Its size was likely at a level where planets meant nothing to it.

In other words—

Yog’s existence was simply too distant and too enormous for me as I currently was.

To my eyes, it looked right in front of me.

But in reality, the distance between us was comparable to the distance light travels.

A monster born not upon land, but drifting through the Void itself.

I should have anticipated this.

[The attacks you unleashed merely split empty air.]

I finally understood why it wouldn’t die.

My attacks never actually reached it in the first place.

What I cut and tore apart were merely fragments of its body and the waves of its power.

The tentacles it used to attack were merely its weapons.

Meanwhile, my weapon existed at a distance too far away to reach it.

What use is overwhelming firepower if it can’t even hit?

The moment I realized that truth, I finally understood the composure it had been showing all this time.

It was so gigantic that it only appeared close.

I searched for a way to kill it.

When had I ever fought enemies because I already had a solution?

Back in Labyrinthos, I fought endlessly against suffocating monsters with no clear answers.

Should I use a warp method that folds space itself?

There was potential there, but spatial magic required precise coordinate recognition.

Impossible.

Clinging to something I couldn’t do immediately was a dangerous judgment.

I pulled out the second Spirit Sword, Utopia, from subspace and overlaid illusions across the area.

Unlike Falling Blossom, Utopia wielded the power of realistic illusions.

Unfortunately, the reality created by Utopia seemed to pose absolutely no obstacle to Yog, but it succeeded well enough in buying time.

For now, let’s determine how much of my attacks can actually affect it.

Gradually shaving away a build while fighting a powerful opponent was something I was used to.

I narrowly avoided the tentacle lunging at me in an instant, grabbed it quickly, and then drove my fist into the eye staring at me with horrifying movements as though bursting it apart.

[Venom Saturation]

The poison of the Extinction Heavenly Poison Body sleeping inside me erupted like water bursting from a dam with opened floodgates.

It was poison capable of melting even a sealed Hydra.

To begin with, I rarely used the poison of the Extinction Heavenly Poison Body because it had a dangerously high chance of continuously destroying everything around it, but this situation was different.

[Death]

[Brand]

After injecting the poison and forcing even the Death Lord’s curse into it, I immediately retreated.

At the same time, a massive bundle of tentacles tore through the air where I had been standing before slowly being sucked back in.

Ultimately, there wasn’t much immediate effect.

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But if every tentacle extending here was directly connected to this place through some method, then no matter how long it took, the poison and curse would inevitably reach its true body.

Yog was arrogantly prideful to the extreme.

Because it knew no existence capable of threatening it existed, it simply allowed the insignificant ant before its eyes to act however it pleased.

But it seemed the creature still didn’t know.

Because it had always stood above others as the overwhelming superior being and had never once truly faced mortal danger.

Even a human can die from shock after being stung by wasps repeatedly.

My foundation was never crushing enemies through sheer superiority.

It was slowly dismantling their build until I surpassed them.

This thing was merely another stage of that process.

So be my final teacher.

Of course, I have no intention of treating you like one.

The tentacles flying toward me at near-light speed possessed destructive force so immense that the physical power contained within them alone resembled a catastrophe.

I deflected the endless barrage of attacks, activated my Domain, and slashed apart the air itself.

At present, there was practically zero possibility that ordinary methods like swords, spears, or magic could inflict major damage upon it.

That said, whether poison and curses would truly work on it remained uncertain as well.

So all I could do was observe carefully.

Of course, with Will of Immortality deactivated, I only had one life left.

But I’d already experienced countless times that a one-coin clear wasn’t completely impossible.

KWAAAAANG!!!

Coating my sword with fierce poison and curses, I continued stacking effects while evading its attacks.

Yog, apparently growing irritated by me constantly darting around while attacking, began openly showing its displeasure.

“What, you’re not using that thing from earlier again? You gave up awfully fast.”

[…….]

“Guess you can’t use it anymore?”

It made no sense for it to simply stop using such a power just because it didn’t work once.

Meaning the existence shock or whatever it had used against me earlier was a tremendously powerful ability with limited uses.

And it had repeatedly used it in an attempt to finish me off.

Now, it had exhausted that option.

The situation itself wasn’t bad.

Then…

Let’s see how your firepower tastes.

TU-KWANG!!!

A tentacle flying in again at near-light speed slammed into my body like a gigantic blunt weapon.

An ordinary human—

No, even a Sword Master—

Would’ve had their waist shattered, no, been ripped clean in half by that attack.

But durability was one thing I absolutely did not lack.

When training martial arts in the Hall of Martiality, the very first thing one learned was how to harden the body.

And I’d just realized another important fact.

Yog had apparently believed that even if I didn’t die instantly, I would at least suffer a fatal injury.

It looked rather relaxed.

But the moment it saw me block its tentacle with one arm without being pushed back even a single step, its displeasure intensified sharply.

[You dare…!]

It tried to retract the tentacle, but the one caught in my hand didn’t move.

Its size was small.

But it contained immense power, and there were two things that distinguished it from the other tentacles.

First, it was always retracted immediately after attacking.

Second, attached to it was a bizarrely colored eye radiating an abnormally large amount of extradimensional energy.

Instinctively, I knew it.

That was different from its other weapons.

That thing alone could directly damage it.

I had no idea why it would mix such a weakness among countless large and small tentacles, but that wasn’t my concern right now.

“Found you.”

At my chilling grin, it hurriedly tried to retract the tentacle.

But my sword severed it faster than it could retreat.

The attack infused with extradimensional energy dug properly into the creature.

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A disgusting roar beyond comprehension erupted outward as though tearing reality apart.

Flesh exploded, the ground trembled, and then split apart with a JJEOOK!

At the same time—

KWAAAAAANG!!!

The ground beneath my feet cracked apart, and I plummeted into an abyssal underground where not a single ray of light existed.

Without hesitation, I lifted my body through flight magic.

Within the crimson sky, I could faintly see two white flashes.

Michael and Uriel.

Judging by the absence of the other two’s presences, they had either retired from the battle—

Or, in the worst case, been annihilated.

To begin with, this damned monster I was fighting had been battling all the archangels simultaneously through its tentacles while fighting me.

It was enough to realize once again just how horrifying the power of this unleashed monster truly was.

The worrying part was that I couldn’t sense Luna, Baal, Nyarlathotep, or Gabriel at all.

Luna wasn’t someone who would fall easily, so the battle definitely shouldn’t have ended already…

Was it because my focus faltered momentarily after sensing Luna’s disappearance?

A sharp tentacle pierced my left shoulder and began contaminating me.

[Did you truly have the luxury to be distracted elsewhere?]

As though declaring the battle already over, an enormous mass of flesh rose before me.

The colossal body ascending from the endless subterranean abyss didn’t even feel like a living organism anymore.

I, who had remained silent, slowly raised my head.

[You…!]

Apparently sensing something strange, it released a furious low vibration.

The tentacle that had been consuming me changed into a bizarre color before crumbling away like dust.

“So now the drugs are kicking in?”

[Crude tricks. Did you truly think something this pathetic could affect me?]

The poison and curses that had slowly been gnawing at it were finally beginning to show effects.

I held no optimistic illusion that they had reached its true body.

But they had at least succeeded in interfering with the means it used to attack me.

And the opening created through that interference granted me an opportunity.

Leaving aside the thousands of tentacles clashing against the archangels outside, at least every tentacle targeting me had now been poisoned and exposed to curses.

Without hesitation, I plunged into the abyss in freefall.

Hundreds of tentacles shot upward toward me, but I precisely dove toward the ones suffering the worst poisoning.

They still attacked me, but their forms collapsed apart before they could properly maintain themselves.

Still, among them, intact tentacles pierced into my body as though trying to rip me apart, leaving wounds everywhere.

Ordinarily, retreating would’ve been the correct move.

But I had a strong intuition that I absolutely could not retreat here.

That intuition had almost never failed me until now.

So instead, I forced my way deeper through sheer power.

Even so, I still couldn’t find an opening to push through.

If I were alone, I probably wouldn’t have achieved much.

JJEEEEONG!!!

Suddenly, a gigantic pillar of light descended from the heavens and incinerated all the tentacles obstructing me at once.

Michael, whose armor was dented and pierced in multiple places, had created the opening.

Just seeing Michael’s condition was enough to understand how violent the offensive outside had become.

“HUAAAAAAP!!!”

With a roar, I fixed the Divine Weapon Pragarach into spear form and thrust into the special tentacle region the creature had been trying to hide, as though pouring down a massive rain of iron.

JJEEEEEOOONG!!

Then, like the arrival of a delayed shockwave, the gigantic body within the abyss convulsed and exploded outward once.

[You insolent bastards!!]

Yog’s fury erupted as space itself tore apart throughout the darkness, and grotesque eyes filled with dozens of pupils appeared everywhere at once.

At the same time, blood-red mucus began pouring out from each pupil before transforming into beast-like jaws trying to devour me whole.

Just before the giant maw could tear my body in half, I kicked through the air once more and narrowly evaded it, but the red slime wrapped around everything and pursued me relentlessly.

‘Librarian. What’s the activation rate of the Demonic Sword?’

[99.8% confirmed.]

Almost there.

Librarian’s text was still trembling, but it felt like it had adapted considerably by now, which was fortunate.

At first I’d called it useless trash and whatnot, but it had silently continued helping me, so I couldn’t help but feel grateful.

[However, there is a problem. For some unknown reason, no change whatsoever has been detected after reaching 99.8%.]

In other words, the increase had stopped.

Did it require some condition?

The Demonic Sword was supposed to be a key, so something needed to activate before anything else could happen.

Had the Book of Genesis still not manifested any ability yet?

I couldn’t directly verify that side, making it difficult to properly utilize it.

Will of Immortality was currently inactive.

And [Subspace] could not be used.

This was bad…

Right as that thought crossed my mind—

Yog’s eyes rippled violently.

[Come. Crush those insignificant insects.]

At its words, chunks of flesh began dropping from the tentacles one after another before rising into grotesque monsters resembling dragon-tooth soldiers.

That much was manageable.

Tsutsutsuts—

Space tore open, and the two individuals I least wanted to appear emerged.

The Archangel Gabriel.

And Nyarlathotep.

They quietly teleported beside Yog through spatial transfer.

“Brother… why?”

Michael asked in utter disbelief.

The emotion in his voice was shock.

Because of Baal’s signal, he had roughly guessed something already, making his confusion even greater.

Gabriel silently surveyed the surroundings with cold eyes before speaking.

“Nyarlathotep. Begin.”

“My, already?”

“Shut up and move.”

“Well, if you insist. I’m quite excited myself.”

Soon after, Nyarlathotep formed a grotesque magic circle.

At the same time, magic circles bloomed around Yog in overlapping layers.

The presence emanating from Yog amplified severalfold.

But—

[YOGRAAAH!! Nyarlathotep!! HOW DARE YOU!!!]

Yog’s furious roar rang sharply through everyone’s minds.

“The wager should be fair, should it not, my lord?”

An utterly unforeseen variable had just appeared.

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