Chapter 46
Chapter 46
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: Massacre
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The legacy of the dead seeped into him.
An irresistible surge of immense power.
Everything the Grand Lord had devoted his life to achieving.
That power burrowed deep into the core of his body.
'Hot.'
His heart pounded wildly.
The sensation of blood surging backward through his veins.
His mind burned white-hot.
'And disgusting.'
That was how it had always been until now.
He had accepted the instincts of Gluttony without any resistance, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
He had been desperate just to survive, and at some point, he began craving even greater heights.
But now, for the first time, doubt crept in about his own power.
No, perhaps it wasn't the power he doubted, but himself.
'Enemy or ally.'
In the end, it was a fate built on the deaths of others.
A truth he had never questioned, or had simply ignored.
That unfamiliar revulsion became the spark for his rage.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
That was when it happened.
Heavy footsteps drew near.
The Double-Headed Ogre Gruldash.
Its right head sneered.
Not at anyone else, but at the Grand Lord whose breath had just stopped.
The left head mocked freely as well.
Contempt and murderous intent swirled in its four eyes.
"......I'll kill you."
Staring at Gruldash.
Damian Winter slowly rose to his feet.
His reason began to fade bit by bit.
Killing intent filled the void it left behind.
"With my own hands."
That two-headed freak of an ogre.
He would smash its hideous skulls.
"No matter what."
Crack!
The moment Damian steeled his resolve.
His muscles swelled unnaturally across his entire body.
His blood surged faster, veins writhing.
'This is......'
He realized it at the same time.
The essence of an expert left by the Grand Lord.
This was a power unlike mana breathing or affinity.
'Completely different.'
It didn't simply amplify mana.
It was the sensation of perfectly fusing mana power with the flesh.
The ability to strengthen specific body parts needed for certain movements.
'As natural as moving my limbs.'
The ultimate mana manipulation the Grand Lord had honed over decades.
That power unleashed Damian's suppressed strength.
'And the swordsmanship.'
Passed down through generations of the Sobkov family.
A sword art transmitted only to the family head.
That enlightenment etched itself into his mind.
Different from Ancient Elf Swordsmanship.
A fierce, wolf-like blade, tough and aggressive.
'Harmony.'
Elegance and valor.
Two opposing paths merged into one.
The feeling of a new realm unfolding before him.
'Finally, mana awakening.'
The secret technique inherited from the Grand Lord.
A power that burned life force to surpass limits.
That ability resonated with Damian's fury and exploded.
Woooong......!
The air warped.
Mana was drawn in.
Kwaaaaa!
Blue light enveloped Damian.
Shoooo......
At the same time, blue steam billowed out.
Exactly like what the Grand Lord had shown.
"Huuu......"
The moment the aura of a cutting gale was added.
Gruldash instinctively sensed the threat.
An overwhelming presence incomparable to before.
The moment primal fear gripped its ankles.
Pop!
The warmup ended there.
Damian kicked off the ground.
Toward Gruldash.
Straight on.
Gruldash's left head swung its staff.
A strike loaded with dark magic.
One hit would mean death.
Whoooosh!
But this time was different.
Damian's movements were faster.
No, faster wasn't enough to describe it.
'I can see it.'
Its movements, muscle contractions, mana flow.
Even the trajectory of the next attack.
Clang!
He parried the staff head-on.
And that was just the beginning.
'Sobkov Legacy Swordsmanship.'
Deflect.
Then close in.
The wolf's motion cleaved the air.
Slash!
The Frostblade bit into Gruldash's left arm.
The wound froze instantly, necrosis setting in.
The right head chanted in rage.
The head in charge of dark magic.
Black thorns sprouted again.
At this point, they were closer to massive tentacles.
'Useless.'
Yet Damian didn't dodge.
Crunch!
He stepped on the thorns and leaped.
Higher, faster.
'Ancient Elf Swordsmanship.'
An elegant dance unfolded in midair.
Slash!
This time, Gruldash's left shoulder.
The left head screamed.
Gruldash panicked.
Being pushed back by a mere bug?
No, this wasn't just being pushed—it was clear domination.
"This can't be!" "Yeah, no way!"
"We were chosen!"p> "Chosen by the great existence!"
An unbelievable reality.
Fear overwhelmed them.
'And moreover......'
That bug.
It was growing stronger.
Even in this very moment.
"Hup!"
Gruldash faltered in bewilderment.
Damian didn't miss the opening.
'One Flash.'
The moment condensed power exploded.
Slash!
The left arm he had been relentlessly targeting.
The massive arm was severed clean off.
The forearm gripping the staff.