## C416
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Kukung-!
The sound that shook the entire Demon Kingdom echoed in every corner: jungle, desert, prairie, dump. The gazes of all the people in each region turned towards the source of the sound.
The waning moon.
With darkness already settled and in this Demon Kingdom where teleportation magic was impossible, even the weakest held their breath and even the strong preferred to rest rather than fight on that night.
The origin of that sound, which disturbed a place that by nature should be the quietest, came from a place that should remain calm.
The waxing and waning moon.
The deadly precipice, the only bridge connecting the canyon that divided the Demon Kingdom into four parts.
It was the day when the primordial roots were harvested.
But now, from that deadly precipice, from the side of the roots, a gigantic roar and vibration could be heard.
“…….”
“…….”
“…….”
“…….”
In the Demon Kingdom.
Those entities who, holding their breath and resting, were there began to sharpen their senses one by one. And some were already heading towards that place.
Kukung-!
And the architect of that situation…
Cale Henituse had no interest in knowing about such circumstances, nor did he care in the least.
Kum-kum.
His heart beat strongly.
-I’m hungry.
The Glutton Priestess made her desire clear, in a more energetic way than ever before.
-I want to taste something I’ve never tasted before.
The Glutton Priestess longed to experience the unexperienced: she desired chaos.
Kukugu---!
Meanwhile, Cale stood motionless, staring straight up.
But below Cale, the ravine was engulfed in chaos.
“Gasps! Gasps!”
“Help, help me-!”
Those people who seemed about to be crushed by terror held their breath. And even as, amidst hallucinations, they regained their reason, they pleaded:
“I will obey, please save me-!”
The energy that was felt on their own skin spoke to them; they pleaded with whoever was trying to dominate them, begging them to save them. If only they could escape that illusion, anyone would surrender to being dominated.
“Crazy-!”
And the one who, even amidst the delirium - or rather, who clung to his sanity - the Wanderer Cho, found no words to express it.
‘Expel a God…?’
No…
“Expel a God…?”
A human being pushing away the power of chaos?
Or facing it?
And…
“What is that now?”
Kukugu-!
The canyon was splitting.
No, it was crumbling.
An entity was rushing down, shattering the solid rocks in its path.
It was a root.
From the east, west, south, and north, a gigantic tree root was rushing towards this place, as if the power of chaos didn’t inspire the slightest fear in it. On the contrary, the roots, as if they wanted to fight, were falling frantically.
“…Ah-!”
No word came out. Those crazed trees, now…
“What the hell is that human?”
The strength of that human was clearly perceived, because he was the only one who remained upright.
At that moment, the Wanderer Ryeon’s voice was heard:
“…Transcendental.”
What?
Cho wanted to repeat his sister’s words, but he couldn’t take his eyes off that man. He felt, somehow, that he shouldn’t let this moment pass.
Kukugugu-!
The tree root descending didn’t stop. Although it broke rocks and lacerated itself, it didn’t seem to care. A tree grows as much in a precipice as in a desert: wherever it takes root, it will survive.
Kukugugu-!
And that root, now, had just found its prey.
-I’m hungry.
The very moment the Glutton Priestess uttered it again, Cale opened his mouth.
“Eat it as you please.”
It was at that precise moment.
Kukung-!
Four gigantic trees touched the ground.
All their countless and large (or small) root systems.
Splash.
The roots, without fearing the gray water, plunged into it.
-Insufficient.
And they began to absorb that water. Cale’s eyebrows rose slightly.
Crash!
One of the roots, dyed gray, burst. And it wasn’t the only one.
Crash! Bang! Crack!
Numerous roots, upon turning gray, were exploding or breaking apart. But…
-They don’t break.
The Glutton Priestess didn’t stop. Where the roots broke and exploded, new ones emerged; although the small ones were breaking apart, the large ones still remained intact, without having absorbed the gray water.
-Again.
Now, even those large roots were submerging in the gray water.
Boom!
And that wasn’t all.
Kwoong! Boom! Boom!
Until, by driving their bodies into the bottom, into the earth itself, the root settled completely.
A root that, having found support, had nothing to fear.
It wasn’t fire that could burn it, nor wind that could break it.
It was simply water. What it consumed.
The roots, still dyed gray, continued to drink endlessly, as if the Glutton Priestess was devouring the earth imbued with dark mana.
“Ah, ha, ha-!”
The Wanderer Cho burst out laughing, incredulous.
“Crazy-!
What the hell am I seeing? The tree, damn it, is absorbing water completely!
Yes, damn it! What else could a tree drink? Damn it!”
Cho was stunned. But, at the same time, he felt a chill.
In his ears, screams and cheers echoed, and that horrible mixture of chaos seemed to slowly fade away.
Bang, crack…
Although the roots continued to explode endlessly, the chaos diminished. There was no other explanation: the roots, after absorbing the gray water, upon exploding, didn’t transform back into water or return to chaos.
-More, more!
The Glutton Priestess didn’t stop.
Kukugugu-!
Once again, from the top of the canyon, the roots began to descend. All those that barely retained the minimum to cling to the canyon were heading down again.
Sizzle.
Cale didn’t bother to wipe the blood running down the corner of his lips; he simply looked up and resisted.
*Sigh.*
And yet, a smile appeared on his face.
“Phew.”
“Ah-”
The Heavenly Demon and Eruhaben
-both of their breaths lightened noticeably. It was perceived that they were getting up. Besides Raon, others appeared who could be trusted.
“Ah—”
“Sniff, sniff.”
Little by little, the voices of those regaining their reason could be heard.
“This is, this makes no sense!
The chaos is shrinking, no, it’s being devoured! This is impossible!”
And voices of despair could be heard among the high command of the god of chaos’ cult.
Therefore, Cale let out a laugh.
“What are you laughing at?”
Eruhaben’s scolding voice made Cale’s smile deepen even more. He, without answering the golden dragon’s words, continued to look up and spoke:
“They’re coming.”
Kukugugu-!
Through a gray mist, already somewhat thinner than before, roots descended; among them, four colossal roots stood out, coming from the east, west, south, and north, each enormous. And, of all of them, one in particular.
Uuuuu-!
A gigantic black dragon could be seen.
“Human!”
Raon called out to another companion: Choi Han, who was descending on a root.
He and Cale exchanged glances.
Choi Han’s peaceful face contracted at the sight of his comrades’ sorry state, and he pursed his lips. Everything was a mess.
Cale had already seen similar situations, but he never imagined that Eruhaben, the Heavenly Demon, and even Alberu Crossman would be in such a state.
“Choi Han, I’ll save our companions!”
Hearing Raon’s words and seeing the blood on the corner of Cale’s mouth and the scene unfolding, Choi Han understood what he had to do.
*Tap, tap.*
He stomped on the root he was standing on.
*Crack.*
And he descended down another root.
Roots sprouting over the gray water, small trunks, branches… All of that constituted the firm ground on which Choi Han could set his steps.
On that ground, created by Cale amidst the chaos, Choi Han descended.
And then—
*Ras, ras!*
He swung his sword.
Swoooosh!
“Argh!”
“Ah, ah!”
Before those who seemed to be the high command of the god of chaos’ cult, Choi Han launched a barrage of attacks against those who appeared to be strong.
‘Aaah-!’
‘Puhahaha, ha ha!’
Echos could be heard in his ears, and the illusions were barely visible. But reality made itself felt with all its force. From the beginning, without having been corrupted by chaos, Choi Han - who only stepped on the ground erected by the tree - didn’t get caught in those hallucinations.
Someone’s despair?
Choi Han’s energy already contained despair.
Someone’s pleasure?
Pleasure at that level couldn’t shake Choi Han’s firm hope.
Uuuuu-!
The small, thin black energy that enveloped his body, without yielding to anything, continued its course.
Choi Han’s strength, which had been strengthened compared to the first time he faced the power of the god of chaos, had evolved just before transforming into his uniqueness.
Ras!
Choi Han didn’t stop.
No, he hurried.
Because, however weakened the chaos was, it could always get tangled in it.
Ras!
“Aaah! My, my arm-!”
Crash-!
"Why is there a Sword Master here?!"
Choi Han swung his sword with an impassive face. Before him, the high command of the god of chaos’ cult exclaimed:
“Does a human think he can prevent what the god of chaos has decided to do?!”
Faced with such words, Choi Han moved his sword and replied:
“Yes.”
And he added:
“We also have a god.”
At that precise moment, Cale, who was still looking up, opened his eyes wide.
“Uuu-!”
At the same time, Alberu Crossman’s moan reached Cale’s ears. Immediately, Raon addressed Cale and said:
“Human! They say it’s the priestess/saint and the holy knight of the Sun God Cult. Human, do you know that holy knight?!”
Kukugugu-!
Following Choi Han, two people descended on another of the enormous roots. One of them was the holy knight Boltien, and the other, the priestess.
Boltien’s eyes scanned the sacred landscape, shrouded in gray smoke, until they met Cale’s.
“!”
Although his hair color had changed, it was the same person he knew, the one who had warned him of the imminent danger. And, by her side, a man who hadn’t regained his sanity yet. Boltien’s eyes widened at the sight of him.
“Lady priestess/saint, is it him?”
Hearing this, the priestess/saint who was descending, embraced by him, clasped both hands in reverence.
“Oh, Sun!”
It was at that precise moment.
“Please help him!”
Her cry echoed amidst the chaos, and as soon as her pure voice rose towards the sky…
Paaah!
A radiant light emanated from her and ascended towards the sky.
The waning moon.
In a place without a moon, light emerged. The moment the luminous sphere rose.
Alberu writhed.
“Alberu!”
The Ancient Dragon Eruhaben could see how the sword of the sun, in Alberu’s possession, absorbed that light.
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Except for Alberu, no one could perceive the message that appeared, and the priestess exclaimed:
“Oh, God of the Sun, defeat this chaos!”
The priestess/saint, possessor of the greatest sacred strength of the Sun God Cult, descended to the sanctuary of the god of chaos.
Bang! Crack!
Although the roots were still exploding, those that survived continued to consume endlessly, resisting.
-Chaos can also be devoured.
The moment the Glutton Priestess made her final decision, Cale slowly lowered his head that had been raised upwards. The remaining amount of gray water was about two-thirds.
“Aaaah!”
The movement of his head stopped abruptly and turned towards the sound. Two people could be distinguished who, late, descended on another of the enormous roots.
“Human, relax already! They’re good guys!”
Faced with Raon’s words, Cale decided to ignore them.
“Incredible…!”
“Eh, are you recording well? This is going to have a billion views!”
“Crazy, I feel like crying! Look at our adorable little dragon!”
“Damn exhibitionist! Is now the time to see that? Who’s that with red hair? A god?”
But Cale didn’t have time to worry about them. Of course, he would later deeply regret that decision. However, now, before he fainted, Cale had to solve everything.
Paaah---!
He couldn’t afford to miss the moment when the sphere of light rose into the sky.
-The gray mist hesitated.
Just as Super Rock said, as the water decreased, the gray mist, waning, showed indecision.
Sizzle. The priestess also had blood on her lips.
He couldn’t miss the opportunity she had created.
Besides…
The sky was crying.
No, the clouds began to cry.
“Let’s leave the Wanderers for later.”
The Heavenly Demon extended his reddish clouds, hiding the gray smoke behind them.
Once again, the hallucinations faded into the distance.
Under a sky where only light and reddish clouds existed, Cale looked down.
A ravine covered with gray water, where scattered roots clung to the ground and left their mark.
Seeing the roots spread all over, Cale made a decision. He extended his two hands, still holding his sword, forward.
The tree had taken root. Now…
“Grow.”
It was time to create a forest.
“Devour everything!”
Kukugugu---!
The entire canyon vibrated.
The ground, the ravine, shook.
And,
It grew!
Each root gave rise to a tree.
Large or small, the trees grew endlessly, forming pillars, extending trunks, and sprouting leaves.
“Ah—”
One of the believers collapsed and clasped his hands together. The illusions and hallucinations disappeared.
The trees had consumed all the gray water.
Crack.
Crack.
Even amidst all that, some trees died, unable to resist.
However, the forest finally stood.
“Ah—”
The believer, having overcome the infernal chaos, shuddered at the stark reality.
The gray trees had formed a forest in the sanctuary of the god of chaos, a place that lacked real trees or plants.
Now, in that place, there was a gray forest.
And the infernal chaos was fading away; less and less could be seen or heard.
Only the dominant energy that enveloped it could be perceived.
But the believer understood: that dominant energy was saving him, and it did so by realizing that not a shred of chaotic disorder was mixed in it.
The wind blew towards the tree that had devoured the chaos.
Swoooosh---!
The leaves, now gray, were swaying, but they gave off a fragrance so fresh and pure.
“Ah—”
The believer turned his head.
All the trees were bending in the same direction, extending their branches.
That was the central area of the sanctuary, the core of the inverted “Primordial Night.”
On an emerging rock, there was a person.
He was also dyed gray.
The branches, the leaves, the entire forest extended towards that person, as if they wanted to protect him, or follow his mandate to protect them all.
Without realizing it, the believer headed towards him:
“Oh, god—!”
A chill ran down his body.
In the place where chaos had disappeared, there was a person.
And that person was, Cale…
“Damn it, what the hell—!”
*Cough*
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, he fell backwards without changing his posture.
—I ate well.
And listening to the satisfied voice of the gluttonous Saint, everything ended.
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Demasiado bueno
ReplyDeleteBro, before I start reading, I just wanna let you know that the initial part of your AI translation is still there, lol.
ReplyDeleteHere is the complete translation of the article, with the requested substitutions and using pronouns in the indicated cases:
Don't get me wrong, I don't mind it whatsoever, I still really appreciate the effort for bringing this here.
Well that was an amazing chapter. Who knows when this'll ever get drawn in the manhwa but I'm looking forward to it...
ReplyDeleteAlso, you forgot to choose either Priestess or Saint for the sun god
Ay dios Cale nunca me decepciona, que capitulo más bueno
ReplyDeleteRaon bring another crazy guy like clopeh cale is trouble right now if raon didn't bring him or he destroyed the video recorder cale not trouble right now but is too late now billions people who watching him
ReplyDeleteCale is too focuse and crazy right now to save people
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