Chapter 391
Chapter 391
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 391
Chapter Title: 2-13. The Right to Gaze at the Stars (5)
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With the giants' downfall, the full-scale battle began.
The resistance fighters diluted my blood from the bucket and smeared it on their weapons or drank it down.
It wasn't exactly pleasant letting others drink my blood, but there was no choice if we wanted to land spells on those bastards.
Projectiles tipped with crimson streaks shot toward the night sky.
"Fire! Don't let a single one escape alive!"
"Let's reclaim our land and seas!"
It was a spectacle like a meteor shower raining upside down.
The ceiling had completely collapsed from the giants' follow-up assault, but not a single resistance fighter retreated.
The warriors who had survived until the world's end knew this was the moment to pour everything they had.
The most excited were the dragons capable of flight.
Orse in his beastkin form led the pack, weaving through the night sky.
Most of the giants' attacks missed.
Every time the dragon squadron traced erratic curves, baldies plummeted.
Flying above the clouds was forbidden, but they hadn't stopped flapping their wings.
Their hit-and-run flight tactics shone in this moment.
Orse charged like a gale and hurled his spear.
A black streak pierced the giant's throat.
Blue blood sprayed.
The dragons trailing him unleashed their breaths on the staggering foe.
Kwaaaaaa!
Flames, lightning, and icy storms were too much for unprotected flesh.
The charred black giant plummeted to the ground.
Orse burst into boisterous laughter.
Suddenly, a white flash erupted above his head.
He looked up to see giants aiming spears of light at him.
The spear of light flew.
Too late to dodge.
His subordinates cried his name in that instant.
An invisible explosion erupted between Orse and the giant.
The spear's trajectory warped, missing him.
At the same time, projectiles from the ground struck the giants.
Orse looked down and widened his eyes.
Below, Nebula Clazie's Archbishop Rtanthe stood with arms raised.
Masses of psychokinesis, like what had saved him, gathered around her.
Confirming the intercept, Rtanthe cheered excitedly.
"I-I did it! I blocked it!"
"Well done. Keep it up."
I patted her shoulder.
Praised, Rtanthe beamed like a child and moved to the next action.
"These trash, daring to deceive us?!"
Not exactly words fitting for her.
Dozens of prepared psychokinetic shells launched skyward.
Target: the giants.
Normally, it'd be like an ant stroking their antennae, but tonight was different.
Kwang!
Kwagwagwang!
Chain explosions battered the star's blessing.
Cracks formed at least, and the already weakened barriers shattered.
The struck giants vomited blood and groaned.
"Yes!"
Rtanthe clenched her fist.
Her proactive stance was a sight to behold.
The resistance fighters' gazes, once murderous toward her, had softened noticeably.
"As expected of the archbishop... impressive."
"Hmph. I still don't trust her."
This was good progress too.
Though it seemed they'd need more time.
I watched the sky battle while getting blood drawn into the bucket.
A resistance vampire distributed my blood everywhere.
"Yeah. When everyone's in it, they do great."
The baldies were collapsing helplessly.
With their biggest asset, the star's blessing, broken, they were just glass cannons with raw power.
Still not to be underestimated, but unfortunately, their foes were the resistance—a group obsessed with ripping them apart for over a decade.
'Must feel damn good.'
Honestly, I could handle that many alone.
It'd even be easier.
Less time, no needless casualties.
But I deliberately held back.
What was taken must be reclaimed by their own hands to mean anything.
What people robbed of their stars needed wasn't a lone hero, but confidence they could do it too.
"Huuuuuup..."
Nearby came the sound of air being sucked in.
I turned to see Navardoje standing with eyes closed.
"Going well?"
"Huuuuuup...!"
No answer from her.
She kept inhaling, gathering power.
Her chest (already explosive) swelled, red light flickering inside.
The moment she exhaled would likely end the battle.
As I gazed skyward again.
'Something's off.'
A subtle unease.
The giants' numbers weren't dropping much.
Even with clouds scattering and the magic circle failing.
I narrowed my eyes, scanning the night sky.
"...Yeah, they're increasing."
The mystery solved quickly.
Their count matched the battle's start.
One fell, another descended slowly from thick clouds.
The resistance, focused on foes at hand, hadn't noticed.
"Hah... hah... Why won't it end?"
"Just an illusion! Keep firing!"
Something was happening behind the clouds.
I didn't know the trick, but it felt like my job to fix it.
Even four-winged fodder could overwhelm with numbers, risking danger.
As I prepared to leap skyward.
"Ah, damn, you scared me."
Navardoje's voice suddenly echoed in my head.
Her eyes now open, staring intently.
"Be right back. Something's weird."
Her battle focus hadn't made her oblivious; that was mere illusion.
Her gaze dripped with worry.
"Uh... well..."
Felt strange.
No mom memories, so different from sister's concern.
Scratching my head, I spoke.
"Don't worry too much. It'll be fine."
Navardoje blinked apologetically.
Body not fully healed, controlling fire tricky.
No issue.
Whatever was up there wouldn't take long.
I thumbs-upped and grinned.
"Be back soon."
I crouched low.
Focused mind, tensed body.
Rtanthe busy with support fire; had to reach clouds solo.
Mana-charged thighs swelled.
"Time for some service."
Tapped sword hilt.
I leaped toward the giants' densest cluster.
Ground cratered underfoot.
World-crushing pressure hit.
Kwaaang!
Delayed shockwave burst.
"Kuh...!"
Beyond imagination thrust.
Touching Seniel? Body overflowed power.
Instantly reached sky battlefield.
Orse's dragon squadron clashed with seven baldies.
Gripped hilt hard; sword reddened.
Srrip.
Draw and seven necks bore red lines.
No chance for death cries.
Lines split; violet blood erupted.
Seven heads soared.
Orse, late to notice me, roared.
"Should've cleaned up faster."
I chuckled, sheathing sword.
Orse already far below.
Pale clouds briefly swallowed, then spat me out.
White veil lifted; cloud-top view revealed.
"Whoa."
Awe slipped out.
Most beautiful sight since crossing worlds.
Clear night sky spread over cloud layer like snowfield.
"Would've been a shame to die without seeing this."
Wished to stargaze if possible, but no time.
Had to find giants' source.
Then, scanning eyes caught something.
"...What the hell is that?"
Not far.
Mid-air, rainbow light boiled.
Center: mana sphere rotating.
Around it: three rifts gaping wide.
'What scale...'
Brow furrowed.
Rifts bad, but sphere drew eyes more.
Eerie mana mass rivaled Navardoje's artificial sun.
Exploded sword aura mid-air, approached sphere.
Mana density stung skin.
Didn't know why, but guessed who.
"...Akasha."
Lips smacked unwittingly.
Nearby rifts confirmed guess.
Each rift giant-sized.
Guess: sphere was signal flare.
Sudden baldy horde drawn by its light.
Then, largest rift: pale upper body emerged.
"Goddamn, all kinds of crap."
Bald scalp triggered curses.
Infinite respawn secret revealed.
Akasha-whatever summoned locals and pulled more baldies from star's elsewhere.
What the fuck?
What's the goal?
Lost in thought, eyes met giant's.
"Your undertaker."
Wanted more think time, but priority clear.
Exploded forward, loosed wide slash.
Crescent moon rose along blade.
Three rifts, signal sphere, emerging giant—bisected instantly.
Kwaaaaaa!!!
Shockwave from halved sphere.
Clouds shrouding feet scattered; ground visible.
Expected cheers, but eerie quiet.
"Huh?"
Looked down, brow raised.
Only giants remained over HQ.
Support fire halted.
Frenzied dragon squad gone.
What?
Baldies turned tide?
Puzzled by sudden disadvantage.
Poof!
Space ahead dispersed; familiar man appeared.
"Aha."
Realized time had come.
Orse grabbed my collar, blinked to ground repeatedly.
By recovery, at HQ.
All gathered around Navardoje.
"Held back because of me? Oh man."
Telepathy strained.
Power amassed to limit, she was pre-explosion supernova.
I knew what followed.
Sensing oddity, giants retreated—but too late.
"Bye, idiots."
Head spinning, but enough for today.
Waved at fleeing giants.
Vision dyed red.
Navardoje's maw opened; star's hottest flames erupted.
One month from this day.
We reclaimed half the world.