For Sale. Fallen Lady. Never Used.-Chapter 359: A Promise Of A Thousand Years, A Wait Of A Thousand Years (4)

Chapter 359: A Promise Of A Thousand Years, A Wait Of A Thousand Years (4)

Ratatoskr opened, and a man appeared from within.

Yandel Lindelheit.

He was looking up at the sky, wrapped in a group of lights all over his body.

“Master!”

“You…!”

Carla and Elisha, with very bright voices, tried to run towards Yandel, but… their steps could not help but stop after a while.

Yandel’s purple eyes, blankly looking up at the sky. His eyes, which would have been sparkling with mischievousness and playfulness from time to time, were dull and dead.

“Ah.”

It wasn’t even a direct eye contact. Just a quick glance from a distance, but Elisha noticed. She couldn’t help but notice.

She didn’t know what happened to Yandel in the meantime… but the current Yandel was not the Yandel she knew.

Even the emptiness, worn out and worn out over an immeasurable amount of time, leaving nothing behind.

Even the faint sense of life, so faint that she wouldn’t even know if he was alive if it weren’t for the faintly exhaling breath.

Even the atmosphere, which was indifferent to everything in the world and only felt fatigue.

None of them were things that Elisha could feel from the Yandel she knew.

The mist-like lights surrounding him were dreamy and beautiful, but Yandel, standing in the center, only felt dark, as if he was absorbing all the light.

Is this the feeling of the futility unique to those who live without being able to die? If you had to compare the current Yandel, you could say that he is the ashes left after burning.

That was why she stopped walking without even realizing it.

Elisha didn’t know what kind of things a person had to go through to change like that. She just felt a pang in her heart and bit her lip.

Elisha stood still, unable to even approach or say anything.

But this time, it was Yandel who looked at her.

Their eyes met.

The moment Elisha was about to avert her gaze, unable to dare to face Yandel’s dead eyes, his purple eyes sparkled for a moment.

“Eh…?”

Even as the embarrassed Elisha blankly blinked her eyes, Yandel’s hazy eyes began to focus.

The gaze that was looking at something other than this place was soon directed at her. And a faint smile followed.

Yandel, who barely raised the corners of his lips, so slightly that even a high elf’s sensitive senses could hardly detect it, looked up at the sky again.

However, in that figure, the precariousness like before was no longer felt.

The moment Elisha gathered her courage to say something, Yandel, faster than her, stretched out his hand towards the sky he was only looking at.

As if to snatch something hanging above, or as if to lift something up.

Following his slow gesture, the mist-like lights surrounding Yandel began to twinkle and rise towards the sky.

It was a beautiful sight that could be seen as the Milky Way in a way, but Elisha could not help but be shocked.

“Could it be… mana?!”

That was right. Each of those lights was highly condensed mana.

When it was still, it just sparkled nicely, but when it started moving with a purpose, it finally revealed its presence.

A strange illusion that the whole world was surrounded by Yandel’s mana. There was no way that the Grotesque Proliferation would be watching this much mana fluctuation silently.

[How?!]

The Grotesque Proliferation, as if annoyed, opened their mouth wide, swinging their arms towards those who came to hinder them again today.

And then, they began to pull up the divine power they had been sparing until now without leaving any.

A pink aura that simultaneously wrapped around their head and arms, as well as the half-broken egg-like birthing chamber attached below.

The Grotesque Proliferation did not have any significant attack powers.

But the massive divine power itself became a powerful weapon.

Since Yandel’s intentions were unusual, they pulled up all their power with the intention of destroying it before it was completed.

And it was the right judgment. In reality, Yandel was gathering power with the intent to kill the Grotesque Proliferation, and he had already completed the necessary preparations.

This was the right judgment. In fact, Yandel gathered strength with the intention of killing the Grotesque Proliferation, and thus, he had completed sufficient preparation.

With some distance between them, Yandel brought his massive palms together as if in prayer. Between them, the pink divine power began to compress into a sphere.

Wooong.

The sheer pressure of gathering it created a sense of distortion in the air, and though it wasn’t an official ability, the nature of the energy triggered rampant sexual excitement in the surroundings.

It was also why Iris, who was trying to break the birthing chamber somehow during the brief pause of the Grotesque Proliferation, suddenly collapsed.

It was only natural because she was a high elf with strong lust and reduced resistance due to insufficient mana.

But the others were not to that degree.

Iona, who was not bound by general lust, was fine, and so was Helena in the state of divine possession where there was no room for other gods’ divine power to invade.

And the two still had not forgotten the request Yandel had made.

They shook off the pressure of the divine power that was binding their whole bodies and struck with their respective full-force blows.

A huge blood spear slammed down on one of the Grotesque Proliferation’s hands and exploded, and a huge lion’s paw hit it again.

Kwaaang!

A perfect hit with the collision sound heard almost simultaneously. Of course, neither of them could inflict a proper wound on the Grotesque Proliferation’s body, but… the impact did not disappear.

[A, no way…!]

One hand was slightly pushed back. The trajectory of the divine power cannon that was about to be fired was also shifted to the side.

Kwagagagak!

The absolute power that melted the ground and ground the forest… what use was it if it didn’t hit?

Yandel, without regard to the traces of destruction that passed by his side, sent all the last of the lights to the sky.

The dark sky was soon twinkling with countless stars.

An unbelievable scale, as if an individual’s magic filled the world.

At this, everyone, without exception, stopped fighting and stared blankly at the sky. It was an unbelievable sight that could not be helped.

However, those who had reached a certain level or higher saw something slightly different.

“You really…”

The basic composition of magic was imagination and mana.

The imagination was naturally influenced by the caster’s mental image, and mana, too, ultimately moved only through the caster’s will. In the end, all magic couldn’t help but bear the mark of the caster’s existence.

Especially in the case of magic that was large in scale and powerful, there were cases where you could guess the caster’s heart just by looking at it.

The light that Yandel had now raised. No, what was felt from the constellation was not the pain that Elisha initially worried about.

Overwhelming affection and longing.

Only these two were contained.

What Yandel was thinking as he counted the stars and memories. How he endured day by day. What he endured the pain for.

All of this became a huge flood and hit the hearts of those who saw it.

A person in love.

It was not intended, but this simple yet weighty mental image was directly denying the divinity of the Grotesque Proliferation.

[Impossible! Love is nothing more than a byproduct of lust! If that’s not the case, then I… what happened to my children…?]

The Grotesque Proliferation through past wounds with a trembling voice.

Not all Evil Gods were evil from the beginning. The Grotesque Proliferation must have been called by a different name in the past.

Surely they also had their own circumstances.

But this was a battlefield. Yandel had no intention of considering that far.

Kwaaaaaak.

Like a flower blooming, each and every star embedded in the sky transformed into a huge magic circle.

The magic light flowing out from the magic circle that densely embroidered the sky drove away the night and brightly illuminated the ground.

And the light began to pour down from the sky in the form of a burning giant sword.

Ssaeeeeek!

The giant sword, which fell with a murderous momentum, without missing a single one, was only aiming at the Grotesque Proliferation.

[This much…!]

The Grotesque Proliferation, gritting their teeth and raising their arms, desperately began to fend off the giant sword.

The interference was severe, but since they had recovered more strength than before, there was no need to grab it. Just by fending it off, the giant sword was being shattered and exploded.

But every time that happened, it was inevitable that the Grotesque Proliferation’s snow-white skin would be peeled off and they would shed red blood droplets.

Punishment was not a great magic, but its power was at a level that could not be considered a simple high-level magic.

Whoosh! Slash! Slice!

Fending off and fending off again. Even though the believers nearby were swept away by the explosion, and the guys who had been bothering them for days were running away defenselessly, all the Grotesque Proliferation could do was that.

But even a drizzle soaks clothes.

A wound that was only slightly peeled off. At best, it was damage no different from being pricked by a needle.

But when that accumulates, flesh is torn off.

As time passed, the Grotesque Proliferation’s beautiful hands gradually became tattered, blood flowed and formed a puddle, and a groan of pain flowed out from their always relaxed mouth.

[Kuh…]

But Yandel’s magic did not end. Even though most of the magic circles had spewed out a giant sword once, the second casting was already beginning.

Until all the mana in the magic circle was exhausted, the magic would continue to pour out.

The Grotesque Proliferation, noticing this, fired a divine power cannon while giving up some of the defense.

What they were aiming for was not the magic circle floating in the sky, but its owner, Yandel. But this was not easy either.

-Rumble!

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Thick roots of the World Tree that sprouted from the ground intertwined several times and became a thick wall.

Kuuuung!

The Circulating Life somehow blocked the Grotesque Proliferation’s attack despite the shock that shook the ground.

Thanks to this, Yandel was able to unleash all the remaining mana without any interference.

The giant sword was falling towards the Grotesque Proliferation, leaving a snow-white trajectory like a meteor shower. No matter how big their hand was, couldn’t they block the sky?

[Kyaaaaak!]

The Grotesque Proliferation’s hands were gradually becoming tattered, and holes were starting to appear in the barrier they had covered with divine power.

Now, they had completely given up on fending it off, covering only their head, and humbly curling their body into a ball.

Meanwhile, with each burst of magic Yandel unleashed, life seemed to return to his once-dead eyes.

A relaxed smile formed on his lips that had been stiff for so long, and the color of life returned to his once-pale skin.

When he finally became the same Yandel that Elisha knew well.

The magic circle that filled the sky disappeared without a trace, and silence and darkness fell again on the world.

And the Grotesque Proliferation, who was barely protecting only their face, could no longer move.

Stripped of his memories from the time warp thanks to the Circulating Life’s intervention, Yandel—now fully himself once more—curled his lips into a grin.

“I have descended.”

It was a belated declaration of his arrival.