Chapter 271
Chapter 271
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 271
Chapter Title: Pure Bloodline (2)
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“Oh?”
Rokan flashed a satisfied smile after slaying Mitael.
The experience points the bastard dropped were plentiful enough, but more than that, the item he dropped looked quite promising.
[Mirror of the Celestial Priest][Unique]
A mirror held by priests who serve the Celestial God.
It can reflect evil and seal a portion of its power within the mirror.
It seemed that Mitael, despite his appearance, held the status of a priest.
“Guess it’s good that I handled him properly.”
Only then did Rokan realize the situation had been worse than he thought. Killing a priest of the Celestial God—wouldn’t the other celestials flip out if they found out?
They might have charged at him without regard for right or wrong, just like that bastard.
But it was over now, so no issue.
Just as planned, he summoned Digdog and buried the corpse until it was completely disintegrated, then set his direction again.
“Can’t head back right away.”
Returning to the entrance of the Heavenly Realm wasn’t an option. He’d stirred up a huge fuss and left the city—if he came back alone so soon, anyone would get suspicious.
A search party or other celestials might even head this way soon.
So Rokan took a different route. Before coming here, he’d gotten geographic info from Drokshi in advance to set his next destination.
“Useful guy to have around. Shame.”
But to do that, he needed to part ways with Drokshi. He hadn’t been able to grab Drokshi while luring out and provoking Mitael.
He’d left instructions to “wait here” for now, but if the contract period ended, Drokshi would likely head off somewhere else. If he couldn’t make a solid alibi by visiting another city in time, this would be farewell with Drokshi.
He’d gotten all the info he needed anyway, so parting ways wasn’t a big deal.
“West, right?”
Rokan looked west while mounted on the unicorn.
Another divine beast was there.
There were plenty of monsters in between, but as long as he managed the cooldown on Gale Incarnation properly, that wouldn’t be much of a problem.
“Let’s go.”
Clop clop clop clop.
At Rokan’s command, the unicorn broke into a vigorous gallop. Its speed made heavenly bone horses look laughable, even red-maned horses couldn’t keep up.
The scenery whipped by, fierce wind slapping his cheeks, as Rokan headed toward his next prey.
* * *
Crossing the Heavenly Realm turned out easier than expected. No, it was simple—it just took time.
Many of the monsters in the Heavenly Realm had holy attributes.
And they tucked tail or acted friendly at the sight of the divine beast unicorn. Though not celestial, he had favor higher than a visiting celestial applied to the monsters.
Thanks to that, he could ignore the ignorable ones and pick off the easy catches while moving.
After galloping for about five days like that.
Rokan finally reached the location of the next divine beast.
“Holy wolves, huh?”
His next prey was a wolf type.
A sacred wolf infused with holy power.
They lived in packs, and their holy power granted buffs, which was a bit tricky, but compared to other breeds, they were relatively easy to hunt.
There was only one divine beast among them, the pack leader.
“And they don’t run away. Sweet.”
Moreover, they didn’t know the concept of fleeing.
Not being aggressive toward beings with sacred auras was another factor that greatly lowered the difficulty.
They didn’t strike first, so he could just sneak up and smash their heads.
Recalling Drokshi’s explanation, Rokan smiled in satisfaction and began climbing Holy Mountain, where they dwelled.
“Oh ho?”
Holy Mountain was said to have quite a few level 400+ monsters besides the holy wolves, but the monster attacks were fewer than expected.
Even with the unicorn along, preemptive monsters weren’t rare, yet assaults were extremely infrequent.
‘Scared?’
No way. Even if Rokan was subtly emanating madness, normal behavior for unknown entities was to charge.
The near absence of attacks strongly suggested someone was managing this mountain.
‘Maybe the holy wolves?’
Plausible. Divine beasts usually had strong spirits.
That thought sparked a strange possessiveness again.
‘Switch mounts once more? Wolves seem superior in combat power.’
Didn’t orcs use wolves as mounts too?
And Rokan, having evolved a wolf into a fenrir before, couldn’t help but be tempted.
Either way, catching one would fill his divine beast hunting score.
Plus, wolves likely had bold, erratic movements unique to them.
Hiiing.
As if reading Rokan’s thoughts, the unicorn neighed slightly annoyed.
‘Decide after checking. Taming might not work.’
After a brief ponder, Rokan shelved the idea.
To tame it anyway, unlike with the unicorn, he’d need to half-kill it first, so he could think later.
“Awoooo~!”
As he kept climbing Holy Mountain, howling echoed from afar.
Whether calling allies or warning, he didn’t know, but it meant he was close, so Rokan took it as a good sign.
He sped up toward their direction.
“Grrr, halt, human.”
“Oh?”
After going deeper, the wolves came out to greet him.
“What brings you to this sacred mountain.”
[Holy Wolf Pack Leader Serint][Lv 405]
The holy wolf pack surrounded Rokan and the unicorn. Beyond them, atop a rock overlooking, was the divine beast Rokan sought.
‘Hm, because of me?’
The situation differed slightly from what Drokshi described.
Thinking about it, the reason was clear: himself.
A non-celestial riding a divine beast unicorn.
They held back from striking first due to the unicorn but eyed him warily, so Rokan adjusted his strategy.
“Sacred mountain? What’s here?”
“This is a place imbued with the Celestial God’s power. You needn’t know details.”
Trying to fish for info seemed futile.
Rokan hid his regret and tried another tack.
“Yeah, figures. Doesn’t matter. I came to see you.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. Got something to say to the holy wolf leader.”
“What?”
“Hm, well… it’d be better without listening ears…”
“We are one pack. If it’s not for all, I needn’t hear it.”
‘Tch.’
Pretending for a whisper approach wouldn’t work.
Conversation over.
Time to let bodies talk.
“Hey, over there!”
Whoosh.
The holy wolves’ heads snapped toward Rokan’s feint.
When had they ever fallen for such a trick?
While they were off guard, Rokan sent the unicorn into full charge.
“Gale Incarnation, Full Body Matchless, Legend Rider, Rampaging Chariot, Steps of Valor, Rapid Acceleration, Time of Madness!”
Skills poured out in a breathless chant.
The unicorn and Rokan’s bodies swelled, then in an instant, they crashed into the rock where Serint had been.
Boom!
The two-meter-thick rock shattered in one blow. Shards flew, obscuring vision, and through the gap, Rokan’s body launched.
“Slaughtering Strike!”
Whoosh!
The massive battle axe tore space.
But Serint was already out of range.
“Tch, Chains of Annihilation!”
Chains followed in a frenzy. With tracking like snakes, infused with gale force and speed, but Serint was a cut above.
“Vile cur! Blink!”
Flash!
A burst of blinding light, and its body vanished. It reappeared right before Rokan as he thrust the chains.
“Kyaaang!”
A massive maw that could crunch anything clamped onto Rokan’s forearm.
“You little shit!”
But Rokan didn’t yield easily.
Instead of retrieving the extended chains, he held the battle axe vertically and let it bite that.
Rrrumble.
The axe trembled under the wolf’s jaw strength but didn’t break. It was a weapon too sturdy for easy destruction.
Clatter clank.
Meanwhile, the chains retracted to Rokan’s left hand.
“Strike of Ruin!”
Thud!
“Yelp!”
A dull impact, and Serint slammed into the ground.
Tough bones and thick hide protected it, but Rokan’s fist pierced defenses.
Instead of grabbing the rolling battle axe, Rokan pounced.
First, a light massage.
“Barrage!”
Kaboom kaboom boom!
Ten hand axes embedded in the same spot and exploded. All from Rokan’s rapid punches.
It writhed in pain, but Rokan didn’t wait.
“Eat this!”
He charged and soccer-kicked its softened jaw.
Soccer kick!
It screeched as its goal shook, but Rokan dropped onto its rebounding body.
Clatter.
Chains retracted almost simultaneously.
The bounced battle axe dangled at the end.
“Slaughtering Strike!”
Flash.
But it didn’t go smoothly. Serint blinked again to evade.
“Damn, need a skill to block escapes…”
Rokan scowled at the whiff, then turned to a gruesome sight.
The reason no other holy wolves attacked during his fight with Serint was there.
Puhiiing!
Divine beast unicorn.
A level 400 beast boosted by Legend Rider, rampaging through the holy wolves.
First time sending it solo hunt, but its combat prowess was beyond expectation.
‘Changes things… Whatever, later.’
Finishing the thought, Rokan refocused on Serint.
Its jaw battered, mouth agape, drool flowing—Rokan unleashed his final power.
“Muhon Awakening.”
Muhon Awakening lasted shorter than Gale Incarnation. He’d saved it, but wanted to test how much his power worked on grandmaster level without it.
He’d confirmed it worked plenty, and though a surprise, he’d half-sealed its powerful jaw weapon, but to finish surely, he needed this.
It still had claws left.
“Awoooo!”
“Awo~!”
Serint’s mournful howl spread radiance.
It infused the subordinate holy wolves, who began howling too.
Their sizes swelled further.
“Tch.”
The holy wolves’ pride: group enhancement.
Synergizing, stacking skills, they assaulted Rokan and the unicorn faster and stronger.
“Wolf? This side’s lions, punk!”
But Rokan didn’t back down.
What he awakened was the golden lion’s power, after all.
Golden radiance, crimson flame, red madness intertwined, clashing fiercely with Serint’s forepaw.
“Lion Frenzy, Mad Slaughter!”
Overconfident in stacked buffs? Serint’s paw bounced, body wide open.
Rokan wouldn’t miss the predicted flow.
He mixed Lion King secret techniques and combo skill into a deadly frenzy.
“Kyaang!”
Serint’s chest softened after a dozen midair axe strikes. Ribs shattered.
Rokan plunged into its embrace without pause.
“Steps of Valor, Shoulder Charge!”
Thud!
His massive frame slammed the crushed chest.
Serint collapsed with a death rattle.
The holy wolves tried bypassing the unicorn, but it didn’t allow it.
Hing!
Those forcing past met the unicorn’s massive horn like a fencing blade.
Hide sliced, guts spilled instantly.
Some braved the risk, but the unicorn blocked faster, slashing and impaling.
Level 400 from the start—clear level gap.
“Cough, cough.”
Serint vomited blood like a human.
Toying with a Subjugation Bead, Rokan abandoned taming it.
His combat power sufficed alone.
With the unicorn showing such prowess, keeping it for speed and holy value seemed better.
Thud!
Decision made, Rokan’s battle axe split its chest.
Smashed the heart, sliced down, shredded innards.
Success on his second divine beast hunt.