N/T: Translation made by our friend 'Irving'. A big round of applause for him :)
Chapter 685
Splat!
The head of the White Blood Religion’s leader, which had exploded under the force of Ogram's fist, turned into white blood and settled. Her body also melted away as naturally as if it had never existed from the beginning.
“You’re so impatient.”
The White Blood Religion’s leader revealed her original form from a pool of blood twenty steps away. The crimson blood beneath her feet rippled with a white light.
She looked like a saintess, but her black eyes were filled with darkness, lust, and the stench of blood.
‘Blood Separation Body.’
Ogram shook the white blood off his hand and furrowed his brow.
‘It was crude the last time I saw it, but has she perfected it?’
Blood Separation Body is a technique where one sheds their body like a snake shedding its skin, leaving only blood behind.
Previously, it was crude enough that he could inflict internal damage, but the current White Blood Religion’s leader had completely evaded his strike.
It seemed she had not only recovered her previous level but had grown even stronger.
However, Ogram had also grown stronger than her, so there was no need to fear her.
"Do you notice the difference?"
Her red lips curled into a thin smile.
"It means I no longer need to run away from you."
As she reached out her hand to the right, a monstrous figure in a red robe from head to toe handed her a glove. The monstrous figure exuded an energy surpassing even that of an apostle.
“Do you recognize this?”
The White Blood Religion’s leader put on the glove she had received and nodded.
"It’s something your friend cherished."
She smirked mockingly at Ogram.
‘White Hawk Glove...’
Ogram bit his lip until it bled as he looked at the White Hawk Glove.
That white glove was a legendary artifact that amplifies its wearer’s energy and allows them to grasp energy with bare hands.
It was a treasure owned by his friend, King Bellon of the Kingdom of the Sword.
‘Bellon…’
Bellon had once offered the White Hawk Glove to him, but he had refused, saying that even a weak person should have good equipment.
Seeing an evil woman holding something filled with memories of his friend made him boil with anger.
“The White Hawk Glove is indeed a special artifact. However…”
Ogram lifted his gaze and glared at the White Blood Religion’s leader’s black eyes, clenching his fist.
“That won’t save your life!”
He roared as he charged at the White Blood Religion’s leader’s right side.
Chiiing!
The white blood flowing on the ground rose up as sharp thorns, large enough to pierce not only his feet but his entire body.
Kuuuuung!
Ogram shattered the thorns with his energy-infused feet and continued his advance.
'Calm your anger.'
Despite his blazing eyes, he suppressed the boiling wrath in his chest.
In battles between transcenders, the state of one's body and mental stability were more important than mere strength.
Charging in a rage would only lead to a severe disadvantage.
“Hmph.”
The White Blood Religion’s leader’s black eyes followed him. It wasn’t mere observation but prediction. She set up a transparent barrier of bloody energy.
“It’s useless!”
Ogram struck at the barrier of bloody energy with his fist.
Tuuuuung!
A yellow light wave emerged before his solid fist, breaking through the bloody energy barrier and pushing the White Blood Religion’s leader back.
It was the Hundred Banishing Fist for annihilating enemies from a distance.
"Still as brutishly strong as ever."
The White Blood Religion’s leader, with a frown from being violently knocked back, said with a grimace.
"Your physique is truly the strongest among the leaders of the Six Kings and Five Demons."
Her wrist trembled, seemingly impacted internally.
"Don't be mistaken."
Ogram narrowed his eyes and followed the knocked-back White Blood Religion’s leader.
"It’s not just the strongest physique, but simply the strongest."
“It seems your brain has turned to stone as well.”
The White Blood Religion’s leader sneered and extended her hand. A white light resembling a magnolia bloomed from her palm and blocked Ogram’s path.
Boom!
Ogram rushed towards the surging bloody energy and drove his fist into it.
The invisible energy of his fist relentlessly crushed the waves of bloody energy.
However, there was so much bloody energy that he couldn't avoid getting cuts on his skin.
‘I need to end this as quickly as possible.’
There was a monstrous being inside this village with power comparable to that of an apostle. To save the villagers, Ogram needed to quickly deal with the White Blood Religion’s leader.
Ogram didn't care about his injuries. Without hesitation, he charged and extended the fist he had pulled back behind his waist towards the White Blood Religion’s leader’s energy.
Boom!
The barrier of bloody energy spread out by the White Blood Religion’s leader shattered, crumpling her shoulder like a piece of wrinkled paper.
"It's over."
Ogram accelerated further. His fist, faster than sound, chased down the White Blood Religion’s leader.
"Who says so?"
The White Blood Religion’s leader laughed coldly, raising the back of her hand. From the tips of her fingers, white streams sprouted continuously.
It looked as if white paint had been splashed on the canvas of reality.
Boom!
Ogram raised an eyebrow, looking at his fist blocked by the bloody energy. The bloody energy was too thick, and the shock of his attack didn't seem to reach the White Blood Religion’s leader.
"You know, don't you?"
The White Blood Religion’s leader laughed from behind the transparent wall of bloody energy.
"Just as you have the strongest physique, my bloody energy is also the best among the Six Kings and Five Demons."
With a gesture, a massive wave of bloody energy surged towards Ogram.
Thud!
Ogram stood his ground, raised both fists.
‘I mustn't dodge.’
The White Blood Religion’s leader’s bloody energy was nearly limitless. Retreating would make it hard to close the distance again, so he had to hold his ground here.
Clenching his fist and gathering his determination. He unleashed the ultimate technique of the Violent Lotus Fist towards the oncoming energy.
Boom!
Bloody energy and fist clashed head-on, tearing the ground apart and making the sky howl.
Ogram frowned as he watched the endless white bloody energy.
‘Her energy is really...’
The White Blood Religion’s leader had absorbed the energy of countless people, possessing more energy than anyone else.
In terms of sheer amount of energy, not even Glenn Zieghart or Derus Robert could compare.
"Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Demon."
The White Blood Religion’s leader, determined not to miss this chance, spread her hands wide. A gigantic wave surged from behind her as if the ground had become an ocean.
"Die, buried in blood."
A massive wave of white blood cascaded down on Ogram.
‘Now.’
At that moment, Ogram's eyes flashed with yellow lightning. He stopped his continuous punches and concentrated his aura into his right hand.
Buzz!
Ogram lightly clenched his fist and punched towards the white wave covering the sky and ground. The brown energy slowly subsided, creating a colorless brilliance.
Boom!
With a tremendous shockwave, the white wave was torn to shreds.
"Ugh..."
Ogram let out a low groan. The injuries where the bloody energy had brushed his shoulders and chest widened, spilling red blood.
"Foolish."
The corners of the White Blood Religion’s leader’s mouth curled up in a sneer.
“Fighting so simply won't… Cough!”
She was cut off mid-sentence, coughing up white blood.
"Wh-What is this!"
The White Blood Religion’s leader widened her eyes in disbelief whilst coughing up blood.
‘No matter how powerful the Raging Sea is, how did it penetrate my bloody energy...’ (Rampage changed to Raging Sea)
She knew what Ogram's Raging Sea was. It could penetrate through the energy barrier and cause internal damage, a signature martial art of the Beast King.
To avoid it, she had maintained a thick barrier of bloody energy and filled her body with bloody energy, yet she had sustained internal injuries. She couldn't believe it.
'No, wait….'
Were these really internal injuries?
For internal injuries, there was no pain in her organs or body.
Instead, the shock was on her mind. Her head and upper body ached to the point where she wanted to collapse.
"Could it be... my soul?"
The White Blood Religion’s leader’s chin trembled as she looked at Ogram.
"That's right."
Ogram nodded, shaking his fist.
"If one masters the Raging Sea, it not only penetrates through aura barriers or shields but also inflicts damage that shocks the soul."
His eyes glowed with a fierce light.
"To an evil spirit like you who switches bodies, it's the worst matchup."
Ogram, determined to finish it, leaped into the White Blood Religion’s leader’s space and unleashed the Raging Sea.
"Ugh..."
The White Blood Religion’s leader retreated quickly, but Ogram was faster.
BAM!
Ogram's punch landed on the White Blood Religion’s leader’s waist.
"Argh...!"
The White Blood Religion’s leader tried to escape using a bloody energy barrier, but she coughed up thick blood again from the impact of the Raging Sea. Her face turned pale.
"It's over."
Ogram, with murderous intent in his eyes, clenched his fist.
"Don't talk nonsense!"
The White Blood Religion’s leader, coughing up blood, brought her hands together, and a white goddess descended behind her.
A goddess with fifty arms and three eyes, with skin as white as snow, opened her eyes. Red blood flowed from her three eyes.
"The Goddess of Blood Devouring Anguish."
Ogram didn't flinch even at the sight of the monster standing behind the White Blood Religion’s leader.
"There's nothing the Raging Sea can't penetrate."
"Shut up!"
The White Blood Religion’s leader brought her hands together again, and a white lotus blossomed on the goddess's hands.
Terrifying bloody energy surged, causing a massive crack in the ground.
Thud!
Ogram charged towards the wave of bloody energy that filled his entire vision.
‘I can see it.’
The Goddess of Blood Devouring Anguish’s movements were clear as day. The White Blood Religion’s leader, flustered by the Raging Sea, couldn't properly utilize the Goddess of Blood Devouring Anguish.
Rumble!
Ogram narrowly dodged the palm strike of the Goddess of Blood Devouring Anguish and concentrated his aura and will into his left fist.
"I'll end this in one go."
The White Blood Religion’s leader had the ability to steal others' bodies. He had to annihilate her soul here and now.
Boom!
He deflected the final surge of white bloody palms with the back of his hand and penetrated through the bloody energy barrier.
"Ugh..."
The White Blood Religion’s leader’s lips trembled as if she couldn't believe The Goddess of Blood Devouring Anguish's barrier had been breached so easily.
‘Perfect.’
Ogram had blocked all possible escape routes for the White Blood Religion’s leader. If he landed this punch, he could kill this vampire.
Whoosh!
Ogram clenched his teeth and thrust his fist. At that moment, a surge of deathly energy flashed behind him.
Slash!
The left arm, which had been concentrating energy, was sliced off and flew past his vision.
Thud!
His left arm fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, and the White Blood Religion’s leader raised her bloody energy barrier with a smile.
BAM!
Without time to defend, Ogram was struck by the bloody energy barrier and thrown backward.
"Cough..."
Ogram coughed up darkened blood, his jaw trembling. Red blood spurted from his left shoulder like a fountain.
"What the..."
He still couldn't comprehend the situation.
"Your reaction is slow. If the Beast King is this slow, I should have moved a bit faster."
A man rose from the surrounding darkness. He was tall, with an air of both leisure and arrogance.
However, the most striking feature was his face. He wore a blue dragon helmet, shimmering with starlight.
"Who... who are you?"
Ogram gripped his shoulder, biting his lip. Even though the man was right in front of him, he couldn't sense his presence properly.
Even though he had been focusing on the White Blood Religion’s leader, he couldn't believe he hadn't sensed the man until his arm was cut off. He had never heard of or seen anyone like this.
"No need for introductions to a soon-to-be dead man."
The man in the blue dragon helmet laughed mockingly.
"I don't have a name yet, anyway."
"......"
Ogram bit his lip as he met the eyes of the man through the dragon helmet.
'He's not the Heavenly Demon.'
The Heavenly Demon also wore a dragon helmet, but it was a different color. This guy wasn't the Heavenly Demon, he was an entirely new enemy.
'And not from Eden either.'
Just from his speech, it was clear he wasn't from Eden.
If someone like him had been in Eden, they wouldn't have split into two factions like now, but three.
"So, you plan to kill me and gain a name and reputation?"
"No."
The man in the blue dragon helmet shook his head, showing disinterest.
"I'll get a name when I catch a bigger fish."
He laughed, indicating Ogram wasn't significant.
"You..."
"Do you know why I targeted you?"
"What are you talking about?"
Ogram asked, trying to buy time to expel the energy from his shoulder. But the man's energy clung stubbornly like a shadow, difficult to remove. It seemed to carry the essence of death.
"The Sran Tribe, the Kingdom of Sword."
The man in the blue dragon helmet raised his fingers one by one.
"When those two places were in danger, you moved alone. That's possible because you have overwhelming confidence in your individual power. That's why I targeted you first."
His eyes gleamed with a leisurely light.
"Catching a raging boar is easier than hunting rabbits."
"With all that power, you resort to ambushes. Aren't you ashamed?"
Ogram glared at the man in the blue dragon helmet and the White Blood Religion’s leader.
"......"
The White Blood Religion’s leader averted her eyes slightly, feeling embarrassed. But the man in the blue dragon helmet was different.
"What is this 'shame' you speak of?"
The man in the blue dragon helmet chuckled.
"Hmm..."
Ogram felt chills as he heard the mocking laughter from inside the helmet.
'What is this guy...'
Transcenders had more pride and arrogance than anyone else, due to the confidence in having reached their level.
If someone intervened in their fight, they would be ashamed. Yet, this guy, who was stronger than the White Blood Religion’s leader, didn't seem to have any pride.
He wasn't just pretending. He genuinely believed this situation was normal.
How could a person like him reach such a level?
"I've given you enough time, haven't I?"
The man in the blue dragon helmet nodded lightly. He seemed aware that Ogram was trying to remove the energy from his body.
"Indeed."
Ogram lowered the arm holding his shoulder. An invisible wave of energy, like a heat haze from lava, surged from his entire body. It was the will to face death.
“You could have just killed him right away!”
The White Blood Religion’s leader frowned.
"We need to show at least this much courtesy as a great star falls."
The man in the blue dragon helmet twirled the sword in his hand, saying it didn't matter anyway.
"Annoying!"
The White Blood Religion’s leader brought her hands together, and The Goddess of Blood Devouring Anguish behind her spewed out a tremendous amount of bloody energy once again.
"Hmm."
The man in the blue dragon helmet, holding his black sword upside down, nodded leisurely.
Ogram bit his tongue as he looked at the White Blood Religion’s leader and the man in the blue dragon helmet.
‘I can do this.’
Glenn Zieghart had pushed back both the White Blood Religion’s leader and the Fallen. If he used the Raging Sea to its extreme, he believed he could achieve even greater feats.
Boom!
The Goddess of Blood Devouring Anguish unleashed a massive storm of bloody energy, and blades imbued with the energy of death surged forward, tearing through space.
It was like a wave of white and black surging from the horizon.
Thud!
Ogram stomped his left foot. He unleashed the Raging Sea toward the black-and-white waves, brimming with bloody energy and the energy of death. His fist created a colossal fissure in the sky and the ground.
Kwaaaaaaaaa!
