Chapter 270
Chapter 270
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 270
Chapter Title: Pure Bloodline (1)
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“Is this the village?”
The village, known as the gateway to the Heavenly Realm, was quite large. Big enough to call it a major city without any issue.
Even for Rokan, there were plenty of grand buildings in styles he’d never seen before, and statues of Celestial Gods and Celestial heroes dotted the area.
Among them, the most prominent was the Celestial Clan’s rest area.
“Building their lounge that massive. What a show of power.”
“Shh! Talk like that here, and you’re in deep trouble, yo.”
Unlike Rokan, who freely voiced his impressions, Drokshi was watching his step.
Any other city might be fine, but this was the entrance to the Heavenly Realm. Plenty of Celestials who’d gone out and come back were around.
‘Real heavyweights would just teleport via Celestial Rune anyway.’
Of course, Rokan didn’t pay it much mind even after hearing that. The truly high-ranking and capable Celestials would carry a Celestial Rune book or two, right?
These types trudging on foot were obviously low-level Celestials at best.
“How dare a worm not even worthy of serving the Heavenly Realm open its filthy mouth!”
“Huh?”
“Whoa!”
As they chatted about the village, a roar erupted from behind them.
Rokan turned, tensing slightly, and recognized the familiar figure right away.
“That airship guy?”
He wasn’t great with remembering faces, but this one stuck. They’d clashed once before.
Rokan had a knack for remembering anyone he’d tangled with.
“What now?”
“You scum! Which lowlife dares lift its head and speak to me!”
Like the saying about even a mutt barking in its own yard. That’s exactly what this guy was.
Sure, Drokshi had held him back on the airship, but now in his home turf of the Heavenly Realm, he was yelling louder and radiating aura.
“We’re just country bumpkins fresh off the boat to the Heavenly Realm, so we were startled. Please, forgive our rudeness…”
“Lowlife this, lowlife that—who cares? So what?”
Drokshi tried bowing low to calm him, but Rokan poured oil on the fire.
He couldn’t just let a guy pick fights twice go unchecked.
And this wasn’t even a Grand Master. Rokan, who could brawl with Grand Masters toe-to-toe, had no reason to dodge.
“You bastard!”
Rumble rumble rumble!
Enraged, the guy unleashed his full power. The ground cracked, and a storm of force whipped up.
Was this okay in a city? He must have some backing.
Rokan didn’t flinch, baring his teeth instead.
He stared straight at the guy and strode forward.
“How dare you…!”
“All you know how to say is ‘dare’?”
Tension crackled.
Even Rokan growled, turning the air to thin ice.
Other Celestials and Celestial hopefuls sensed the imminent bloodbath and backed away.
No point getting involved.
“What, you gonna do something if I glare?”
“You lowly scum, how dare you act so insolent before this body of Celestial God blood! Kneel at once!”
Big barkers were never the scary ones.
Rokan smirked mockingly at the guy’s Joseon-era nobleman-style bellowing.
“Wanna get smacked by a lowly scum?”
“Insolent fool!”
But the guy held back from striking first. Maybe because they were in the city. If he lunged, Rokan could claim self-defense.
‘I don’t know their laws… Worst case, smash everyone and bolt.’
Besides, Rokan had already marked the Celestials as prey. No fear of burning bridges.
Worst case, some ‘manhunt’ might happen, but he could hole up in a quiet hunting ground, level up, and emerge later.
Or rampage in the Demon Realm—they couldn’t follow.
Knowing he could always bail to enemy or neutral territory boosted Rokan’s confidence.
“How dare you insult a Celestial in the Heavenly Realm—think you’ll walk away unscathed?”
“Want me to really wipe you out? Plenty of ways to off yourself. Don’t care how, so if you’re pissed, come at me. Don’t hide behind your fancy race. Where do you get off, you coward who tucked tail when the Imoogi showed?”
“Urgh…!”
Not wrong.
He could claim ignorance in his cabin, but how could he miss an Imoogi alert? Warnings must’ve gone out to cabins too.
And he’d think:
Why’s the guy who jumped ship with the Imoogi standing here fine?
Sure, as a visitor, he could’ve died and respawned.
But timeline didn’t fit. Not enough time for another airship, and as a first-timer, no saved Celestial Rune spot.
Yet here he was—meaning he’d ditched or killed the Imoogi and walked here on his own.
Could I have done that?
That hesitation. Humiliating to be mocked by lowly scum, blood boiling, but fighting meant risking death.
If he died, Rokan would face Celestial pursuit—but death was final. Revenge afterward was no consolation.
“What, wanna go? I could lop off those pesky chicken wings.”
“You filthy cur! Fine. I’ll smash you myself and ensure you never set foot on this sacred land again!”
Rokan’s final taunt burst the dam of his barely contained rage.
‘Gotcha.’
Celestial wings were their symbol, their pride.
Mock that? No holding back.
“Fine. Follow me!”
Grinning at the duel challenge, Rokan beckoned with a finger and led the way out of the city.
Duels inside drew eyes and might end as ‘just a duel.’
Rokan wanted more than a light smackdown.
‘Let’s see how strong these Celestials really are.’
The guy followed, uneasy but unable. Refusing looked like fleeing.
A pure Celestial running from a human who hadn’t even picked a faction? Beyond pride, it could strip his Celestial status for tarnishing honor.
So he flapped his big white wings and trailed Rokan.
‘This far enough?’
Rokan went quite a distance.
High Master clashes could level areas, but also to eliminate witnesses.
‘Handle it here with no one around, come back later—no immediate beef with Celestials.’
Bodies vanished after ‘hunting’ for a time. Not a construction zone, so call Digdog, bury it—no traces.
No need for needless hassle with Celestials.
“Come on!”
Rokan folded his Stormwings and beckoned again.
Clear provocation.
But the guy didn’t bite easily. Suspected a trap for luring him out.
“Hmph! Think I’ll strike first against trash like you? You attack!”
He didn’t know yielding first strike was a huge blunder against Rokan.
“Yeah? Suits me fine.”
Rokan’s eyes sharpened.
No reason to hesitate if handed the opener.
He gauged distance and unleashed his top charge.
“Unicorn Summon, Rider of Legends, Rampaging Chariot, Steps of Valor, Super Acceleration, Time of Madness!”
“Gasp!”
The hyper-speed charge closed the gap instantly. The guy freaked.
Splash!
He dodged quick but not fully.
He’d braced, but Rokan’s charge was beyond imagination—plus shock from the sudden Unicorn threw his timing.
“Damn human, how dare you wield a divine beast…!”
“Don’t get so worked up. Hole in your wing that’s about to get chopped—what’s the big deal?”
Rokan’s jab turned the guy’s pale face beet red.
‘Or was it already flaming?’
Rokan wasn’t underestimating him. A divine beast Unicorn’s charge was terrifying.
[Divine Beast Unicorn][Lv 400]
Unicorn was perfection incarnate. Even Rider of Legends didn’t evolve it further.
But skills weren’t useless—it gained even more power, same type.
Dodging that proved Mitael’s skill was no joke.
‘Speed type, huh.’
Info logged.
Despite surprise messing his timing, he dodged that well. Wing pierced, but speed demanded caution.
“Damn human! From now on, I’ll kill every human I see!”
“Only if you survive to leave here.”
Rokan’s eyes chilled at the threat. Definitely not sparing this one.
“Shall we continue? Stormwind Incarnate, Peerless Whole Body!”
Rokan pressed without pause, dumping Master skills too.
His bulk grew, Unicorn’s too—stronger.
“Think it’ll go your way? Legion of the Celestial God!”
“...!”
Then Mitael activated his Master skill.
Light beamed from the sky, dozens of identical Mitaels descending.
‘Fakes?’
No, not mere illusions. Each aura matched Mitael’s.
[Split Celestial Mitael][Lv 390]
“Pfft.”
Rokan couldn’t hold back laughter.
Impressive Master skill making identical clones, but his All-Piercing Eyes outclassed it. Or natural counter.
“Charge!”
Neigh!
Rokan lunged without hesitation.
Even real illusions shared clone weaknesses.
Kill the caster, they vanish.
Straight to the real body.
‘Is this guy an idiot?’
Stagger.
In that instant, something laughable happened.
Clones spawned with pierced wings too.
Flight unstable, they wobbled midair against intent.
Ground-spawned ones blocked, but Rokan’s charge, amped by Lion King’s Greaves to max.
Clustered resistance? No chance against their power alone.
“Outta my way!”
Boom boom boom.
Vanishing them was easy.
Unicorn’s charge outdid Rokan’s—impaled on horn, life drained, gone in light.
“Crazy!”
Mitael sacrificed clones to escape—within Rokan’s expectations.
“Chains of Annihilation!”
Rokan whipped chains, battering Mitael, who rolled messily on the ground.
“Jump, Crimson Meteor!”
Then Rokan, as crimson meteor, kneed his waist.
No scream allowed in the agony. Rokan pressed a huge axe blade to the writhing head.
“Slaughtering Blow!”
Crunch.
Mitael’s head caved.
Skull held once, but just once.
“Thick skull. Block this too. Lightreaver!”
Crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch. Splatter.
Rokan hammered the helpless head with combos.
It burst like overripe fruit. Death.
The human he’d scorned ended without resistance.
“As expected?”
Rokan shook blood from his battle axe, finally smiling in satisfaction.
[You have killed a Celestial.]
[Title Man Slayer prevents Murderer count increase.]
Killed a Celestial in the Heavenly Realm—no Murderer count.
Even if other Celestials spotted him now, they wouldn’t know.
Perfect cleanup.
This title effect would come in handy a lot.