Chapter 452
Chapter 452
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 452
Chapter Title: Racial War (91)
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Of course, it wasn't a complete resurrection.
He had merely manifested the God of Offerings in this world.
It was like an empty shell without a soul.
But through this, Park Chan-woo saw the possibility.
'Only a stronger divinity can fully resurrect the God of Offerings.'
He needed more, more powerful offerings.
The faith of hundreds of millions of mortals wasn't enough.
He required offerings infused with a far greater 'story' and 'will'—something massive enough to shake the very foundations of the Abyss.
Park Chan-woo's gaze turned toward the distant horizon.
Several names flashed through his mind.
The great Nine Lords, and the Twelve Sovereigns.
'For example, beings like them.'
With the divinity he currently possessed, he couldn't even discuss fully resurrecting the God of Offerings.
But he had found the path.
The Demon-Sealing God's Chalice was a vessel that contained errors, and divinity was the power to purify and erase those errors.
Suddenly, Park Chan-woo arrived at a fundamental question.
'Why did the God of Offerings seal away so many negative existences—those massive errors—inside the Demon-Sealing God's Chalice?'
The Chalice wasn't just a simple prison.
If it were, the God of Offerings wouldn't have allowed him to borrow the power of the imprisoned beings.
The Heavenly Demon, Czarpham, and even Azathoth.
They were all 'errors' that had dominated their eras but ultimately fell in defeat and were forgotten.
Instead of erasing those errors, the God of Offerings had quietly preserved them within the ark known as the Chalice.
Why?
'Perhaps to use them in some future crisis that would inevitably arrive.'
A flash of insight like lightning struck Park Chan-woo's mind.
Maybe the God of Offerings had foreseen it all.
The future where the Abyss would gradually rigidify under a single grand order, new possibilities would vanish, and it would march toward destruction.
And to shatter that ossified order, he had gathered the most powerful 'chaoses'.
What the God of Offerings truly desired.
Perhaps he had been testing the worthiness of whoever held the key to the Chalice through the very act of offering sacrifices.
Only one with noble will and a spirit of self-sacrifice could properly wield the primordial chaos slumbering within the Chalice.
Like an arsenal for the future, the final weapon.
However, the Chalice still held many more negative existences inside.
Did that mean an enemy formidable enough to require unleashing them all was about to appear?
'The Great Rift...'
And the beings coming from beyond it—the Outer Gods.
The Outer Gods he had faced so far had been relatively easily purified before the divinity of Arcana.
What about Azathoth?
He had surpassed even the clumsy Sepiro from the Great War era, without a doubt.
But perhaps the Outer Gods that had appeared until now were merely scouts.
What if a true catastrophe lay beyond—one that would require awakening even the primordial chaoses slumbering in the Chalice to fight?
Or if some uncontrollable disaster struck the Abyss itself?
'...I must resurrect the God of Offerings.'
All the answers surely lay with the God of Offerings alone.
Park Chan-woo resolved to absolutely resurrect the God of Offerings.
With the miracle faded, reality settled in.
As the golden beam of light rising from Han Min-oh's chest fully seeped into his heart, the silence that had filled the battlefield finally broke.
"...Hyung-nim?"
Han Min-oh's voice was childish and confused, like a child just woken from a dream.
He groped his chest with trembling hands.
The spot that should have been pierced through held no wound—only lingering warmth.
And when he raised his eyes, he saw it.
His brother's face looking down at him.
A face streaked with blood and dust, one eye hollowed out, wearing an expression of sorrow and relief he had never seen before in his life.
Han Shin couldn't say a word.
No, he couldn't.
In this moment, he couldn't find even one appropriate word to say to his brother.
Instead.
"You weak bastard."
He scolded him.
"Dying to some mere demon? You're tarnishing Han Yeon's name."
It was a rebuke.
But within it, unlike before, was a tremor of relief he couldn't hide no matter how hard he tried.
Han Min-oh, oblivious to that subtle difference, just stared up at his brother in a daze.
Han Shin couldn't meet his brother's gaze any longer and roughly turned his body away.
"No second chances."
He added.
"If you die like this again, I'll really abandon you then."
With those words, Han Shin strode away.
Toward the opposite side of the battlefield from where the comrades were gathered, as if fleeing.
Cold as always, prickly as ever.
But strangely, it didn't hurt like before.
Instead, something hidden behind that gruff voice filled his chest with an unfamiliar warmth.
'Hyung-nim...'
Even now, Han Min-oh still didn't fully understand what change had occurred in his body.
That was when it happened.
"You okay?"
Park Chan-woo approached and stood beside him.
Han Min-oh startled and tried to stand, but his body, not yet fully recovered, staggered.
"Ah... Yes. I'm fine. How did I... survive?"
He unconsciously covered one of his eyes.
Something felt off.
The world seen through his left eye looked utterly different from before.
Everything in the world appeared like a massive blueprint connected by thin lines.
'This sensation...'
In that instant, his brother's face from moments ago flashed in his mind.
The hollow left eye.
"...No way."
Han Min-oh touched his left eye with trembling fingers.
Then he turned his head to look at his brother's receding back.
His brother's empty socket and his own new eye.
"No way... Hyung-nim...?"
His trembling gaze turned to Park Chan-woo.
As if he couldn't believe it, desperate to confirm the truth.
Park Chan-woo met those confused eyes and nodded calmly.
"Yeah."
His voice was quiet, but firm.
"To save you, Han Shin offered me one of his eyes."
Han Min-oh's world stopped.
He thought he'd misheard. It couldn't be.
His brother who saw him as a bug.
The arrogant brother who had trampled and ignored him his whole life.
Had willingly given up his Sa-ryeong-an, the source of his power, to save him?
"A lie... right?"
To the question that slipped out unconsciously, Park Chan-woo responded not with words but by quietly helping him to his feet.
It was then.
Kwaaaaaang!
A sudden explosion erupted behind them.
Taking advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was on the miracle reviving Han Min-oh, the two surviving Demon Gods squeezed out their last strength for a sneak attack.
"Die, human!"
The狂 Demon God Belled and the Red Knight Zepar.
They couldn't accept defeat.
They couldn't turn the command from the Nine Lords into a failure.
They burned all their remaining mana and souls, launching a final assault aimed at erasing the single existence known as Park Chan-woo.
A frenzied storm ripping through space and a red spear thrust severing causality enveloped Park Chan-woo's back.
There seemed to be no time to dodge or means to block it.
But Park Chan-woo didn't panic.
Calmly, without hesitation, he thrust his hand into the brilliant light of the massive 'Wish'.
"...!"
In that instant, the two Demon Gods doubted their own eyes.
When he withdrew his hand from the Wish's light, Park Chan-woo now held a massive shield that hadn't been there before.
A ferocious black shield shaped like a beast's skull engraved with four eyes.
Park Chan-woo lifted the shield as if it had always been part of him, naturally blocking the onslaught.
Kaaaaang!
A shock like the world crumbling.
Yet the shield blocked the two Demon Gods' desperate strikes without a single scratch.
Far too easily. Far too anticlimactically.
The two Demon Gods were horrified.
It was their all-or-nothing blow, yet the shield didn't even budge.
Park Chan-woo ignored their expressions of despair and tapped the empty air with his other hand.
Space parted, and Baal's belt, shoes, and sword appeared, equipping themselves to his body.
Finally, when Park Chan-woo gripped Baal's sword.
Ding!
Baal's shield had been the final piece.
He had finally gathered all four pieces of the Baal set.
Of course, Baal's shield hadn't suddenly popped out.
He had offered numerous divinities as sacrifices to summon it 'temporarily'.
Thanks to that, he now knew where Baal's shield was located.
'Now it's complete.'
Park Chan-woo gathered all his mana at the sword's tip.
Crimson lightning wrapped around Baal's sword and roared.
"True Heavenly Punishment."
The moment Park Chan-woo elevated the basic spell 'Heavenly Punishment' to a new realm using the power of the completed Baal set.
Kroaaaaar!
From the sword tip, a massive form of the Fierce God Baal made of lightning materialized and charged toward the two Demon Gods.
Baal's form opened its enormous maw and swallowed the two Demon Gods whole in one bite.
Crunch. Gulp.
The sound of chewing and swallowing echoed across the battlefield.
Then the lightning beast let out a satisfied roar before turning into a single bolt and returning to Park Chan-woo's sword.
That was it.
Nothing remained where the Fierce God had passed.
Two of the 72 Demon Gods who ruled the Abyss.
The狂 Demon God Belled and the Red Knight Zepar, whose combat prowess surpassed even the upper Demon Gods.
They vanished into oblivion without any meaningful resistance, utterly futilely.
It was the culmination of overwhelming divinity, mana, and the existence of the Fierce God into an irresistible attack.
"... ."
"... ."
Silence fell.
No one could even breathe.
Park Chan-woo then declared to all who gazed at him.
"The war is over."
He proclaimed the end of the war.