Hyeonuâs spear collided against Ragandâs, sending out a massive shockwave. Then a figure popped out from it. The figure was Hyeonu. Hyeonuâs all-out blow succeeded in erasing Ragandâs spear.
âHoh... You were hiding something like that?â Callioraks was impressed when he saw it. Ragand might not have recovered his former strength, but he was still the demon god. Overcoming the attack of the demon god just once was never easy.
âYou said you are the disciple... It is similar in many ways.â Callioraksâ tone was particularly bitter. The technique Hyeonu showed was a bit different in form, but in essence, it was the same as those used by Lebron and John Blake. It meant the three of them had a close relationship. This was something that Callioraks didnât have.
âAll I have left is...â
Nothing. There was nothing. Killing Ragand was the end of it. The tribe had been wiped out a long time ago.
âIt is... empty.â
Callioraks had lived his entire life for revenge. He learned the magic power of chaos that was filled with the wishes of his tribe and tried to become stronger. He wandered all over the demon world in search of his enemy. Callioraks never rested properly in order to kill Ragand.
âWhat should I do from tomorrow?â
Callioraks already disregarded Ragand. The battle with Ragand was almost over. Ragand was a dead man. The proof was the previous collision. An attack that was broken by Hyeonu.
âI guess he thought he could kill with that.â
However, the result was different from Ragandâs expectation. In fact, it was horribly broken. This meant that Ragand didnât know his condition wasnât normal.
âIn order to kill, he shouldâve done it in a single breath...â
There shouldâve been no hesitation.
âI said I would concede the final blow⦠I have to keep my promise.â
Callioraks decided to help Hyeonu. It was so that this blow would mark the end of Ragand.
Callioraksâ body changed in an instant. In his human form, only both hands had turned into the claws of a dragon. Now, the transformation went beyond his wings, and he completely turned into a dragon. The sight of Callioraks, who became a dragon, was truly daunting. The shape of the dragonâs face, which was seen only when he used a large amount of magic power, belonged to Callioraks. On top of that, his body was larger than a hill. He seemed approximately more than 1 kilometer in length and was like a huge body was blocking the sky.
Callioraks took a deep breath. To be precise, it was the process of gathering magic power. The iceberg, which had been dyed black due to Ragandâs magic power, regained its original color. It was due to Callioraks absorbing magic power and erasing Ragandâs influence. The absorbed magic power headed toward the horns on both sides of Callioraksâ head and burned like flames.
The purple flames didnât just burn on Callioraksâ horns though. They also burned around Ragand.
âItâs hot?â Ragand hastily raised his magic power as the strong flames burned around him. It was an unbearable heat.
âMagic!â Ragand shouted. It must be magic if it felt this hot. This was a power that could never emerge with simple magic power control. Moreover, it was high-level magic.
âHe said he learned magic, and he really did learn it.â
Ragand sighed silently. Now any hope he had left was gone. Judging from the power of the flames, the fire wasnât created in a rough manner. The amount of magic power poured into the magic was terrifying.
âI will die here...â
Many scenes passed through Ragandâs mind like a kaleidoscope. They started from his childhood, where he was praised as the greatest genius in the history of his tribe, to when he couldnât overcome such a burden and wandered.
âLuke...â
There was also the person in the ra tribe whom he had met by chance. He had been in the same position as Ragand and had been responsible for the future of the tribe. Decades later, Ragand joined forces with Luke, the chief of the ra tribe, to drive out the giants and take control of the continent.
âGreed got ahead of me.â
However, it failed miserably. Not even a single city of the giants could be attacked. They were pushed back badly. It was a disaster that occurred because they didnât know the level of the giants. After that war, Ragand and Luke were desperate to cross the wall of the giants. The problem was that the wall was too big and thick. It was impossible for them to overcome it on their own. Therefore, they attracted as many other species as possible.
Nevertheless, there was no overwhelming victory. It was a victory that only left them hurting. No, it was too vague to call it a victory. The giants walked the road to destruction due to a civil war. The alliance of species was just used in this civil war.
âI was so stupid after that.â
The even more miserable thing was the defeat of the alliance of species by a giant who rallied with the humble human beings at the time. As a result, humans established an empire that encompassed the continent, and the ra and ran tribes had to leave the middle world, migrating to the divine and demon worlds respectively.
Then Ragand did countless things to survive in the demon world. That karma was returning to him now.
âThe end is showy.â
Ragand finished pondering on the past and gathered all the magic power flowing through his body. It was a life of many hardships, adversities, and defeats, but he didnât regret it until the end. Even at this moment, he had to burn gorgeously. The black veil that spread around Ragandâs body started to push away the purple flames. It slowed down the flames a little bit and saved Ragandâs body, which seemed like it would burn at any moment.
At this moment, a sharp sound entered Ragandâs ears. Ragand lowered his head and saw that a purple spear had pierced the middle of his chest.
âIâll be going first...â
At some point, Ragandâs head drooped down. He neatly gave up his life. Ragand couldâve held on if he wanted. He still had that much ability left. It was just that Ragand didnât want this. He wouldnât be able to escape Callioraksâ grasp even if he held out a bit longer.
The moment that Ragand gave up, the flames burning around him like ghosts quickly disappeared. It was like they hadnât existed from the very beginning.
[Ragand, the chief of the ran tribe, has been defeated.]
[Experience has been acquired.]
[You have leveled up.]
[All health and magic power are restored.]
[You have leveled up.]
[All health and magic power are restored.]
[You have leveled up.]
[All health and magic power are restored.]
......
[You have leveled up.]
[All health and magic power are restored.]
[You have leveled up.]
[All health and magic power are restored.]
Hyeonu looked puzzled at the message windows that suddenly popped up in front of him.
âHe died? Like this? It feels so empty.â
Honestly, Hyeonu hadnât expected it at all. The demon god, Ragand, actually died like this.
Despite his anger, Hyeonu was worried the entire time as he approached Ragand. He wondered if this was Ragandâs trap.
When was Callioraks going to help? Hyeonu, who had been trembling with anxiety, could only feel relieved when he saw the purple flames that appeared at one point. However, he hadnât expected Ragand to receive the attack of the spear with his body. He hadnât thought it would work.
âPfft!â Ragandâs lowered head lifted again just then. Simultaneously, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Then he stared at Hyeonu and barely managed to say, âHurts...too... much... Save me...â
Hyeonu immediately realized what the situation was. âRagand is dead... Did Edward regain his sanity?â
It wasnât Ragand who was speaking now but Edward.
âHow am I supposed to save him?â
Now Hyeonu had a different problem. Edward was already seriously injured physically. Hyeonu himself had pierced Edwardâs chest with the spear. There was no way to save him.
âAh, there is that.â
Just then, Hyeonu thought of something. It was Tang-E.
âTang-E!â Hyeonu called out Tang-Eâs name loudly while reaching into his inventory and taking out a health recovery potion.
âWhatâs the matter, Master dude?!â Tang-E ran on all fours to Hyeonu at the sudden call.
âIt is urgent, urgent.â Hyeonu didnât even think about answering Tang-E as he opened the health recovery potion and poured it onto Edwardâs wounds. Then he immediately opened another potion and poured it into Edwardâs mouth.
Tang-E, who had been running in a hurry, sat down on Hyeonuâs head and asked, âWhatâs the matter, Master dude?â
âGive him some buffs so he can regain his health,â Hyeonu explained while pouring a health recovery potion onto Edwardâs chest.
âUnderstood, Master dude.â Tang-E thought it was strange to cure the human being Hyeonu had just been fighting to kill. Nevertheless, it was Hyeonuâs request, so Tang-E buffed the human without any doubts. Warm magic power flowed from Tang-Eâs hand and infused into Edwardâs body. Edwardâs wound started to improve noticeably once he received Tang-Eâs buff.
âCan I pull it out now?â Hyeonu opened two bottles of health recovery potions and handed one to Tang-E. He said, âHold it well and pour it the moment I pull out the spear. Understood?â
Tang-E received the health recovery potion that Hyeonu gave him with both paws. He was ready to pour it onto Edwardâs body. Hyeonu carefully gripped the spear with one hand and the second health recovery potion in his other hand. He gave strength to the hand holding the spear and quickly pulled it out. Blood spurted out like a fountain from the space where the spear was missing.
âPour it now!â Hyeonu shouted despite the blood.
âIâm pouring it!â Tang-E followed Hyeonuâs words and carefully poured the health recovery potion toward Edwardâs chest so that the contents didnât go elsewhere. Then Hyeonu saw that there was no more potion coming from the bottle in Tang-Eâs paws, so he poured the one he was holding onto Edwardâs body.
âWill he survive with this?â Hyeonu was still dubious. Tang-Eâs buff clearly had a fraudulent effect. However, if Hyeonu was asked if he could save the person who was about to die, he would be forced to shake his head. The wound on Edwardâs chest was too terrible.
âHow is this a stab? I clearly smashed it,â Hyeonu thought with annoyance while mechanically pulling out more potions from his inventory.
At this moment, Callioraks approached and clicked his tongue. âHe wouldnât survive even if you pour such things for 100 days.â
âIsnât it better to pour something like this than to just watch?â Hyeonu ignored Callioraksâ rebuke and continued to pour the health recovery potions. At the same time, he checked how many bottles of potions remained in his inventory.
âI have around 20 bottles left?â
There werenât many health recovery potions left. He didnât usually drink them, so he only carried some for emergency use.
âGet out of the way. Ignorant...â Callioraks pushed Hyeonuâs shoulder and took his place.
Then Callioraks reached out to Edward. The purple magic power from Callioraksâ fingers moved to Edwardâs wound.
After a while, Edward opened his eyes. âAm I alive...?â