Translator: Wan ED/PR: Fan
‘Damn…’
Lucion’s face crumpled.
Wasn’t it obvious what had to be done in this situation to cut that thread?
‘That bastard has to die.’
[Lucion!]
Russell called out to Lucion and grabbed his sleeve.
Before the debris from the gate could cover Lucion, Hyum clenched his fist and swung it.
Swish!
But before Hyum’s fist could reach the debris, it split in half and Carson lightly landed in front of Lucion as if flying.
“Come to your senses, Lucion.”
Bang!
When Hyum swiped his fist at another debris, it turned into powder and scattered on the ground.
“Hyum. Protect your master.”
After examining Hyum with a side glance, Carson ran towards the warlock.
Giving knights free time until the gate started operating again was a mistake.
‘… But it’s nothing I can’t deal with, right?’
Carson knew the way to end this matter quickly.
It was to kill the warlock immediately.
“This way.”
Hyum hurriedly guided Lucion.
[What are you doing? Not moving?]
When Russell urged Lucion, Lucion was forced to move his feet.
‘We are connected. I’ll end up unconditionally involved.’
Lucion looked at the blue thread that neither disappeared nor became taut.
What complicated his thoughts even more was that, as if under the influence of the Darkness spreading out in his surroundings, his Darkness was wriggling out on its own.
— Bad! Stay quiet.
Latta couldn’t look at it and soothed Lucion’s Darkness.
[Lucion.]
Russell called out to Lucion with a heavy voice.
[Your Darkness is reacting to that warlock because he is corrupted.]
At the word ‘corrupted’, Lucion briefly looked back as he ran.
The Darkness spreading in the sky was so, so pitch-black that he thought it was truly ‘evil’.
[It’s an instinct of a warlock to eliminate a corrupt warlock.]
Russell looked around and frowned.
[But don’t bother with anything right now and concentrate on an escape. Because the ground is crying.]
“The ground is crying?”
Lucion had no idea what those words meant.
Latta, who ran along his side, suddenly jumped and clung to Lucion.
— Co-coming. Corrupt Darkness is coming!
Shaaaa.
They were instantly swept by a powerful wind.
‘It’s not wind.’
Lucion looked at the formless Darkness, aimlessly floating in the air.
His body trembled, like when he first accepted Darkness.
‘It’s… ominous.’
Lucion’s head was filled with an instinctive urge to erase that Darkness.
Snap!
Russell snapped his fingers.
[Lucion! Come to your senses! You’re outside!]
In that instant, Lucion flinched.
He almost unknowingly moved the Darkness.
— It’s fine, Lucion. Latta will help.
Russell looked at Latta in absurdity.
[Latta. You’re alright?]
— Latta somehow hates that Darkness, but Latta is fine.
Latta smiled faintly.
‘Is she not influenced because she is a Divine Beast?’
Russell ended that thought and, soon after, opened his eyes wide.
He forgot one important fact.
The corrupt Darkness, which spread out in the sky, wormed its way into the ground.
[Be careful. It will soon revive the dead!]
Just as Russell’s words finished, the ground let out a loud, frightening cry.
Boom!
At the unexpected shake, Lucion briefly staggered.
“Keuk…”
Hyum suddenly let out a groan.
The corrupt Darkness climbed from the ground to his legs like tendrils.
Black veins sprouted on his face.
Swoosh.
Lucion instantly unfolded his cape and covered Hyum.
And without hesitation, he poured his Darkness towards the corrupt Darkness.
[Lucion…! You!]
Russell was startled and hastily checked their surroundings.
Luckily, in this situation, where he was close to spitting his heart out, no one saw Lucion.
[No bastard saw you. I’ll block it from here.]
“I grant permission.”
Lucion permitted Russell to use his Darkness as he wished.
Then he called Latta.
“Latta.”
— Kay! Lucion, don’t worry about anything. Latta knows the rest.
Crack.
As soon as the corrupt Darkness became a firm crystal, it soon crumbled.
“… My apologies. I didn’t expect my body to be so weak to Darkness.”
Hyum sighed deeply with a distorted face.
[No. It’s not you who is weak.]
Russell swept his gaze around and instantly eliminated the corrupt Darkness which tried to stretch out its hands.
Hyum wasn’t the only alive person captured by the corrupt Darkness.
All of those people screamed in agony and collapsed with foam bubbling from their mouths.
Boom!
Boom!
He heard something like the sound of a drum from somewhere.
[The nature of that corrupt Darkness is just shit.]
Russell sighed deeply.
As if matching the rhythm of the drum, black water sprouted from the ground.
The black water took a form and gradually started to appear human.
Each one of them was draped in black clothes, and their eyes were covered with black cloth.
“Geeak.”
When they opened their mouths, black fog gushed out.
“This…”
Lucion cut off his words and tightly bit his lips.
He didn’t wish to see it, but he saw a hole piercing through those guys’ chests.
He didn’t wish to hear it, but he heard their whispers, asking him to save them.
[It’s one of the complete domination magics, necromancy, which controls the corpses. But original necromancy is different from it.]
Russell looked at them with pitiful eyes.
Lucion was also at a loss for words.
He didn’t expect the word ‘domination’ to sound so scary.
Creak, creak.
The corpses moved their mouths.
They reflexively turned their heads towards the people caught by the corrupt Darkness.
[The body that doesn’t have a soul starves for it. Seeing that they still didn’t move, the reins aren’t completely released…]
Before Russell’s words could finish, Hyum urgently grabbed Lucion.
Kwakwakang!
“….?”
With shocked eyes, Lucion watched a corrupt warlock pierce a cloud of dust and stand in from of him.
He looked miserable, with cuts and slashes everywhere.
“Y… You…”
The corrupt warlock carefully stretched out his hand.
‘What?’
Slash!
Then another sound was heard.
— Heik!
Latta hiccupped, startled.
The cloud of dust settled, and he saw Carson.
He stood tall as his sword pierced the warlock’s side.
“You have good eyes, huh?”
Carson looked at Hyum.
[… Anyways, I wanted to tell you to rest assured because Carson is here, but I was late.]
Russell looked at the undead, who disappeared one after another.
Ching.
He heard many footsteps behind him.
“Forgive us, we’re late!”
Lucion looked back at the familiar voice.
Cronia’s knights panted for breath, soaked in sweat.
“It’s okay.”
Carson didn’t say anything else and checked on the knights.
But Sean was nowhere to be seen.
Same for the knight he attached to him to watch.
“Are you hurt anywhere, Lucion?”
‘No, he isn’t dead yet.’
Lucion looked at the blue thread that wasn’t cut yet.
The warlock, who was thought to be dead, rose up.
The corrupt Darkness turned into a drill-like spiral.
“Hyung-nim!”
Lucion shouted.
Clap!
At that moment, following the sound of a cheerful clap, Light burst out.
[Damn it, where did that Light come from!]
Russell shouted.
The warlock collapsed, and the blue thread was cut off.
“… Heuk.”
Feeling as if a car rammed into him, Lucion couldn’t breathe.
[Lucion, are you okay?]
Seeing Lucion very slightly shake his head, Russell turned his eyes towards the direction the Light came from.
It was clearly the power of Light.
But he didn’t sense anything like the Light coming from the priests or paladins.
“You bastard…!”
Carson helped the staggering Lucion and glared at the man.
“What? Why are you glaring at me so scarily?”
The man was about to approach but stopped.
But soon, he smiled widely and acted friendly towards Carson.
“I saved your life. Don’t you know it, Carson?”
‘Red thread.’
Lucion covered his mouth, seeing a red thread connecting him to the man.
He seemed to be the man he saw at the market a while ago.
‘Why a red thread?’
Lucion couldn’t hide his anxiety.
“Carson. Isn’t that guy’s face really pale?… Let’s see. I saw such symptoms many times before.”
The man calmly examined Lucion.
“Divine power allergy!”
The man, who was shouting loudly, hurriedly stepped back and apologized to Lucion.
“Sorry. I had no idea. If I knew You had a divine power allergy, I wouldn’t have used that power.”
“Bastard, why you are here?”
Carson asked aggressively.
“Because I, too, ended up attending the banquet.”
“I meant, why did a bastard like you, who lives in the center, deliberately come to the west?”
“Personal matters… Ah, I’ll help. I’m not a priest, so I don’t have that special overflowing energy, you know?”
The man stretched out his hand towards Lucion.
‘You have the power of Light, but didn’t become a priest? That’s a particular case.’
Lucion stared at the man.
He was strangely familiar.
‘… Where did I see him?’
“Go away.”
Carson waved his hand and chased the man away.
“… I’m fine. I’ll just rest for a moment.”
Lucion barely managed to speak up.
“Hyum.”
At Lucion’s words, Hyum, who was holding the slumped Latta in his hands, hesitated and then approached.
“I’ll be over there.”
Lucion pointed at an intact chair.
“Okay. Sit there for a moment. I’ll quickly solve it and come back.”
Carson passed Lucion to Hyum and headed towards the gate.
[Hyum. Go slowly. Lucion’s Darkness is currently greatly shaken.]
“I don’t know how ‘slow’ I should go.”
Hyum halted his steps, revealing his awkwardness.
“Is this much okay?”
Hyum took careful steps.
[That’s too slow. Ants are faster than you.]
“How about this then?”
While Hyum and Russell had a ridiculous conversation and began to walk, Lucion checked his Darkness.
‘There is certainly a difference between having and not having Light resistance.’
Even though he was hit by the exact same Light, unlike the last time, he obtained the power to withstand it.
“… Cough.”
Lucion stopped walking and wiped the blood which spilled from him.
That meant that it wasn’t like he wasn’t affected at all.
It felt like his insides were turned upside down.
‘But I ate latchou. Will the Light resistance increase?’
Lucion thought about the growing Light resistance instead of the immediate pain and endured the suffering.
From this perspective, he could even say he was lucky.
Because when will he get hit by the power of Light again?
“I’ll bring water.”
After Lucion sat down, Hyum immediately thought of water.
After a moment, a shadow fell over him, and Lucion stretched out his hand, trying to grab the water.
“Hey… Are You okay?”
At the voice of the man, whose name he didn’t know, Lucion raised his head.
‘Why is he so extremely uncomfortable?’
Red thread.
Even knowing that, it was the first time he felt this uncomfortable.
“I’m fine.”
Lucion replied with a weak voice.
‘I should ask for a name, but…’
The man hurriedly held out his hand.
“I have the power of Light, but I’m different from priests. So don’t worry.”
[Priests came.]
At Russell’s words, Lucion felt a chill go down his spine.
His Darkness settled, but his state wasn’t good yet.
Lucion turned his head and looked at the group of priests wearing gray and black.
“I’ll talk with the priests-nim, so please don’t worry.”
The man spoke.
“Are You acquainted with Carson hyung-nim…?”
“… um, we’re friends for now.”
At Lucion’s question, the man replied as if saying it was complicated.
“Anyway, my introductions are late. I’m Heint Tria. If there are any problems with Your body later…”
The rest of Heint’s words didn’t reach Lucion’s ears.
Red thread.
And the name Heint Tria.
‘This… crazy!’
Lucion couldn’t stop his expression from crumpling.
Because the protagonist of the novel ‘Grip of Darkness’ was in front of his eyes.
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Translator’s note: Darkness is supposed to be quiet. Why are there so many onomatopoeias in this chapter ㅠㅠ
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