Chapter 135
Chapter 135
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 135
Chapter Title: 4th Seat, Lord Who Devours Death - Gamigin (5)
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With the roar I'd heard once before, Gamigin revealed itself alongside the disaster ogres.
But it was too late.
Longinus was already surging forward, locked precisely on target.
Gamigin—or rather, the puppet flesh infused with Gamigin's consciousness—wore an ambiguous expression blending fury and glee as it stared at the oncoming Longinus.
Aware it couldn't recall and hurl Longinus again, the bastard thrust its hand forward in brazen defiance, as if to say, Go ahead, try it.
Oblivious that this was its fatal blunder.
Gamigin flashed a venomous grin at me. I hurled a mocking sneer right back.
It sensed something amiss. Too late.
Longinus streaked past Gamigin entirely—as if the bastard had never been the target, as if all its scheming was futile from the start.
Gamigin whipped around, staring vacantly as Longinus vanished into the underground prison's smoke in an instant.
That fleeting gap—the lapse born of complacency turning to panic—delivered precisely what I desired.
In under five seconds, realization dawned: Longinus targeted the Life Vessel—its power source and lifeline, inevitably summoned for this new body.
Gamigin's body went limp, plummeting from the sky. Consciousness transferred to the new vessel clutching the Life Vessel.
Chaos Eye revealed the full underground prison scene through the smoke.
Gamigin unleashed demonic energy at full throttle to shield the Life Vessel, while the few remaining ogres and prisoners hurled themselves desperately to intercept.
At that sight, I...
"Not a chance."
...mocked them.
Longinus—the ultimate spear forged for godslaying. Activation exceeding 80%.
The ogres dared not withstand its sacred, overwhelming radiance and disintegrated into ash.
The necromanced prisoners reverted to death, souls purified and dispatched to hell.
Longinus slowed for the first time against Gamigin's colossal demonic barrier, brimming with deathly power.
But that proved insufficient. The roiling demonic energy shattered.
Undeterred, Longinus hurtled solely toward its mark.
The demon king's howl, thick with desperation and terror, accompanied its bodily blockade attempt—ending as its right upper torso exploded away. Longinus pierced every obstacle.
Kwachik!
At last, it struck Gamigin's Life Vessel. No cataclysmic backlash like after Azazel; space endured intact.
A single object absorbed the entirety.
Jjeok. Jjeojeok. Kwadeuk.
Gamigin, beholding its chest-to-arm chunk hollowed out, screamed briefly in torment before suppressing the pain and glancing back at the foreboding cracks.
It was fracturing.
Rapid fissures spiderwebbed the exquisite, obsidian orb.
It lunged to yank free Longinus and cradle the orb with its lone left hand. Far too late.
The Life Vessel splintered utterly, Gamigin's life essence and myriad powers collapsing within.
Death. Oblivion. Whatever label fits.
Gamigin gazed emptily—nay, incredulously, unjustly—at the ruined Life Vessel, then slowly rose.
Yet it was plain to see: demonic energy hemorrhaging like a breached dam, the authority-stitched body crumbling powerless.
Three minutes at most?
Gamigin's demise was sealed. I'd felled a fully manifested god.
Elation, rapture, triumph surged from toe to crown. No mere fragment like Azazel or Solomon's avatar—a complete, unadulterated Throne hurled from celestial heights to abyssal depths.
Joy brief, I swiftly recalled Longinus, vigilance unbroken.
'Not over yet.'
Indeed—until breath ceased and form dissolved entirely.
Blowing off 30% of its upper body reaped handsome rewards.
Pre-regression, even puppet-esque, slaying one demon king body neared 10%. This lagged, but the corpse lingered post-death—no urgency.
Two bodies might surpass 10%.
As expected: fully embracing doom, Gamigin forsook the powerless Life Vessel shards on the ground, rose, pivoted, and glared skyward at me.
Demonic energy seethed from Gamigin's form—emotions reined, icy reason prevailing as never before.
Gamigin's aura expanded, world upending. A familiar ability.
'Domain manifestation.'
No—beyond that. Doubts fleeting, reality warped; an alien realm descended.
A realm of the deceased. Life-devouring predators.
A nexus despising vitality, exalting demise.
Gamigin's domain, wielded against Behemoth's shard, now manifested here.
Holy Kingdom's radiant cities and temples transmogrified into deathly fortresses and faded. Grimacing, I sighed—then smirked.
"Is that right? Then anything surpassing you suffices."
Sorry, but no.
I could only laugh at the ebon death fortress.
"I've no plans to die. Least of all entombed here alongside a goner."
"Hubris? Call it confidence."
My hand aimed at the Demon King Castle, summoned from firmament to terra. I spoke.
"Skill: Demon God Spirits Descent."
The Abyss harbors eight Demon Gods: Seven Deadly Sin sovereigns ruling demonkind, plus Solomon—god of all demons, the primordial Mara.
Domain descent, granted solely to pinnacle demons like Demon Kings, was theirs by right.
And that might flowed wholly to me.
Reality convulsed. Gamigin's domain? Laughable—the warp dwarfed it dozens-fold.
Wajangchang! Kwajangchang! Kwadeuk!
The bulwark sealing demonic taint beyond Holy Kingdom borders shattered pathetically.
Its scale dwarfed Gamigin's laughably, yet rank disparity beggared imagination.
"Changes the tune now, doesn't it?"
Death-choked earth evaporated. Undead risings ceased, ashing to nothingness. Titanic fortress collapsed feebly. Gamigin beheld it all in shock and reverence.
Belial, ogres dispatched, scoffed at Gamigin.
"How? My master's the Great King's heir. Naturally."
King of Kings. Progenitor of all Demon Kings, the Primeval Demon. Its genesis domain descended flawlessly upon this mundane plane.
System pulsed frantic. Issuing warnings? Ignored.
This is my power. Hard-won. No holds barred.
Then—myriad gazes converged. Revelation struck: the system's alarm.
Innumerable eyes broadcast epithet-laden missives. Skyward glance—they synchronized anew.
The god they'd craved and yearned for—its authentic vestige. Fervent Demon God devotees couldn't overlook it.
Tongue clicking inwardly, I averted from the heavens.
Demon Kings grasped my succession. Responses predictable.
'Slay and usurp, bide time observing, or affirm alliance as heir.'
Entanglement inevitable regardless.
Gaze downward: Gamigin, fury and grievance purged, knelt in awe and obeisance.
A polar reversal. Erstwhile gaze of a power-thief; now, genuine successor affirmed.
'Third breed, eh.'
The affirming faction.
Too late. Demise irrevocable.
Indeed—
Fight's will, resolve, rage evaporated; Gamigin's form crumbled apace.
With that, it dissipated. Or sought to.
Had I not outstretched, forcibly arresting its fleeing soul.