Giant Hunter
Giant Hunter
The reason Boris Berkut gathered the tribal chiefs representing the Frozen Lands at the Black Dragon's Lair was clear. It was to fully exploit the death of the clown who tried to hit a rock with an egg.
The death of the weak Tsar.
Could there be a better justification?
The corpse of the incompetent loser who failed the Coronation of Dragon Blood would be recovered. And the tribal chiefs of the Frozen Lands, having witnessed Alexei's horribly mutilated corpse, would crown him as the new Tsar.
He had already been promised support from numerous tribal chiefs.
He had also prepared his own coronation ceremony.
Boris waited for Alexei's corpse, filled with excitement and joy more than ever.
However,
"Tsar Alexei!"
"The Tsar has passed the Coronation of Dragon Blood!"
"Oooooh! He has been recognized by the progenitor Black Dragon... and the past Tsars!"
A young man with black hair, covered in fresh blood from head to toe, appeared as he took a step forward. It was Alexei Berkut, who had challenged the Coronation of Dragon Blood.
He passed.
He had received recognition from the progenitor Black Dragon and the past Tsars.
The tribal chiefs shouted with hot enthusiasm on their rugged faces. As if responding to that, red tattoos rose up on Alexei's rugged upper body, glowing.
The divine power of the Fall of Bones.
It is the power of Harald, called the Giant Hunter.
And the red tattoo was proof that he possessed the power of the Giant Hunter.
Cheol-peok-.
Alexei threw the lump of meat he was clutching in his hand.
It was the head of the assassin who had attacked him.
The head that was thrown like that rolled and rolled until it reached Boris's feet.
"It seems some rats have snuck into the sanctuary. I don't know how they managed to sneak into the heavily guarded Black Dragon's Blood Pond... but I've killed them all, so you can rest easy."
"I apologize. It is my negligence."
Alexei approached Boris slowly while making bold claims. Then, the tribal warriors of the Golden Eagle Tribe who were guarding Boris gripped their weapons with tense expressions.
Kwa-ak-.
The hands gripping the weapons trembled.
It was a signal warned by their trained intuition and instinct.
If a fight broke out, life or death could not be guaranteed.
The weak, pathetic brat had absorbed the powers of the past Tsars and entered the realm of monsters. It was the worst result that wouldn't even appear in any terrible nightmare.
"Tsar...! Tsar!! Are you alright?! It's been three hours since you entered the cave...!!"
"I'm fine. Everyone is perfectly fine."
The beauty of the Frozen Lands rushed in, fluttering her silver hair with an urgent call.
It was Milena, who must have wished for his safe return with a more pitiful heart than anyone else.
Alexei stroked the head of Milena, who looked like she was about to burst into tears, while extending one hand. And he looked at Boris, who was surrounded by the tribal warriors of the Golden Eagle Tribe.
'Not yet... it's too early. Only the power of the Giant Hunter has been partially manifested... I need time to digest the contents for the powers of the other Tsars to manifest.'
The power of the Giant Hunter had not fully manifested.
Was it like the state of a blue crab that had just finished molting?
There was no reason to rush.
He needed time to digest the powers.
Alexei passed by Boris and the Golden Eagle Tribe while accompanying Milena.
"That guy... I must kill that guy right now."
Seeing Alexei like that, Boris gnashed his teeth and emitted murderous intent born from urgency.
He had to kill him.
He had to kill Alexei right now.
Because he would be dealing with a guy who had grown into a huge monster.
But it was an impossible option.
The gazes of the tribal chiefs he had brought in were focused on him. The status of being the Tsar's uncle and the Great Chief of the Golden Eagle Tribe, which had given him absolute status and dominance, held him back for the first time.
The puppet Tsar had passed the Coronation of Dragon Blood.
He had obtained the power of the Giant Hunter.
He had killed all the mysterious assassins who had invaded the sanctuary by himself.
The entire Frozen Lands was buzzing with excitement.
The fierce enthusiasm and passion of the barbarians were enough to melt the bitter cold of the eternal snow. As if to prove it, they continued to talk about the weak Tsar even at the scene where the blizzard was raging.
"Tsar, strong! He has the power of the past Tsars!"
"I heard the news today! The progenitor Black Dragon and the great ancestors recognized him!"
"Hmm! Our Ice Hammer Tribe will follow the Tsar...! Naturally, the Great Chief of the Golden Eagle Tribe should step down as an old man in the back room!"
The insidious trap that tried to kill his nephew had acted as a self-defeating move.
Coronation of Dragon Blood.
The Tsar had accepted the progenitor Black Dragon and the ancestors.
Upon hearing the news, the barbarians began to harbor respect and anticipation for the Tsar, who had been nothing more than a puppet.
"The tribes of the Frozen Lands have begun to follow the Tsar. It is still small and insignificant... but every time he starts to make a name for himself in the future, countless tribes will follow the Tsar."
"It was worth the trouble."
Barbarians strictly worship only valor and honor.
They seemed like innocent children who were obsessed with only one thing.
Simple and pure.
They strictly reject hypocrisy and lies.
Should one say it's typical of barbarians who have repeatedly struggled in extreme environments?
He succeeded in the Coronation of Dragon Blood and proved his valor and honor. That is why the barbarians would immediately pay homage to the puppet Tsar, who had been an object of contempt and humiliation.
"Won't the Great Chief mobilize all means and methods to threaten the Tsar? Since the Tsar has come to wield the power of the Giant Hunter, he will surely accept it as the greatest threat."
"Then... I should run away to an area where that damn uncle's evil hand cannot reach."
I am not a barbarian.
I was a modern person who possessed the body of a barbarian Tsar.
So, to Milena's question, I brought up a 'reverse charge', a tactical retreat, as an alternative.
"More than that... I was really worried! Do you know how anxious I was while waiting for the Tsar all this time?! It's a good thing you passed the Coronation of Dragon Blood safely, but if you hadn't...! If you hadn't returned in the end, I wouldn't have had the face to see the Tsaritsa who passed away early!!"
"......"
Tsaritsa.
A title referring to the Tsar's queen.
It must refer to Alexei's mother, the queen of the previous Tsar.
The beautiful beauty with flowing silver hair blamed the extreme recklessness with an agitated voice. It was such a loud voice that the scarf she always wore around her mouth was fluttering.
Hmm.
Making a woman angry.
It reminded me of when my mom and I argued about job issues.
"How did the Tsar know you would pass the Coronation of Dragon Blood?"
"Well, faith and hope?"
I couldn't boldly reveal that I knew about the hidden power, the Vessel of All Things, of Alexei Berkut because I was a reader who had binge-read the original work <Splendid Days of the Golden Empire> up to the middle.
I was lucky.
Thanks to the ancestors for helping.
It seems I'm good at gambling.
"The Tsar has really changed in an instant! Even though you caused big and small troubles, you weren't the type to be this reckless!!"
"Think of it as a late puberty."
Is it because of the chain of anger and shouting?
Or is it because of the fireplace that constantly spews out fierce heat?
Milena was wearing a white scarf and a snow wolf cloak, and even had armor on. That's why her body temperature had no choice but to heat up quickly.
Hoo-.
She took off her scarf and let out a sweet sigh.
"I apologize. I showed an unrefined side to the Tsar."
"Why don't you take off your scarf and cloak first? It's stifling for the person watching."
"I will follow the Tsar's command."
Milena replied.
And she began to take off her leather armor, including her scarf and cloak.
Sa-reuk-. Sa-reu-reuk-.
She let the white scarf, the snow wolf cloak, and the leather armor slide down layer by layer.
The voluptuous body that had been hidden by the cloak and leather armor was exposed as it was. As soon as I saw Milena's body, which was completely liberated from the stifling pressure, my face flushed hot.
"Tsar, why are you doing that?"
"Because the outfit is too provocative."
"Hmm.... It's an outfit that all women in the Frozen Lands wear normally."
"I've started to like the Frozen Lands for the first time."
Tights that reveal the body as it is are a normal outfit. At Milena's cool answer, I began to feel pride and attachment as the Tsar who rules the Frozen Lands.
Excellent.
It was a truly excellent culture.
It was so excellent that my blood was boiling.
"The Tsar just mentioned an area where the Great Chief's evil hands cannot reach... Do you have an area in mind that the Tsar is thinking of right now?"
"I'm thinking of the territory of the Elves or the Beastkin for now."
I hadn't made a concrete plan.
I always moved according to impromptu improvisation.
The land of the Elves and Beastkin.
It was the Silver Barrier Mountains and the Frostclaw Valley that existed in the East.