Chapter 1413: Paradise Lost (24)
At the same time. In the deepest part of the sealed chamber, hidden behind the audience hall.
The moment Lennok left the sealed chamber alone to face the Herald of the Three Grand Dukes and the Ascendant.
The members of Pandemonium were carefully at work, surrounding the Nether King’s legacy.
“Black magic is leaking from the 4 o’clock direction. Hylaea, please reinforce it.”
“Reinforcing the barrier formation Sabrinah made. Complete in six seconds. 3, 2, 1… Done.”
“Ermont. I’m sorry, but I’ll have to draw more blood. How much longer can you hold on?”
“I’m still… fine….”
Ermont, his face pale as he leaned against the floor, managed a faint smile.
“Could it be worse than death… Take as much as you want….”
“…”
His voice faded, as if he no longer had the strength to joke or be snarky.
His state made the gravity of the situation palpable to the others.
Crack…!!!
The ice wall manifested by Soryu’s ability froze the air inside the sealed chamber, and Freya’s Musical Scale Spellcraft blocked out all sound.
Blood was drawn through a tube inserted into Ermont’s wrist, and Sarin processed the blood with his blood magic before passing it to the other members.
Drip, drip…!
Ermont was the only one here, an ancient black wizard born of the same Black Edict bloodline as the Nether King.
Although his body was not of the Black Edict lineage but another’s, his soul and consciousness were undeniably of the Black Edict.
Through Sarin’s blood magic, the biological information of his soul and body was synchronized, processing the ‘blood’ into a catalyst equivalent to that of the Black Edict bloodline.
Only by using the blood created in this way as a catalyst could they interfere with the legacy without any rejection or backlash.
Rustle, rustle.
Receiving the catalyst made from Ermont’s blood, Agneta and the Conjunction Spell Master used their respective spellcraft to make contact with the throne.
Maiya and Hylaea, positioned at opposite ends of the sealed chamber, completely isolated any black magic leaking out.
The black throne, upon which Myeong’s remains sat, was firmly sealed, hiding its contents.
Each member was fulfilling their role to extract what was contained within that throne.
In the extreme cold where even the air had frozen, the members quietly continued their work.
Creak, creak-
Kiiiiing…!!
“…”
“…”
“Hoo….”
Amid the strange mixture of cracking and resonating sounds, no one dared to speak rashly.
Everyone was well aware that a single mistake could make everything go wrong.
With Adamant Thunder buying them time outside, they had to finish the job here, no matter what.
All of them were now performing the most crucial and dangerous task in this plan to retrieve the Nether King’s legacy.
Clank…!
“The left arm’s nerve is connected. Check it, a spatial collapse seems imminent.”
“Isolation complete… expansion blocked… linked with the Imaginary Dimension….”
Throwing off his gloves, the Conjunction Spell Master placed his bare hands on the black throne and activated his spellcraft.
Using Conjunction Spellcraft, he carefully made contact with the remains of the Nether King leaning against the throne.
“Before we begin the final extraction process, I’ll explain one last time.”
The Conjunction Spell Master spoke in a dry, emotionless tone.
“Although Adamant Thunder undid the seal on the legacy, the extraction of its contents will proceed by manipulating the Nether King’s own body. It must be extracted by the hands of the one who left the legacy to avoid backlash and leave no trace.”
“…”
“Normally, we wouldn’t need to be this cautious, but our objective here is to abscond with the legacy and deceive both the Three Grand Dukes and the Ascendant. Without a procedure of this precision, our tracks would be discovered before we could even escape with the legacy.”
A bead of sweat trickled down the Spell Master’s forehead as he slowly reached for the Nether King’s corpse.
“In this process, I must interfere with a Transcendent’s nervous system to directly manipulate the Nether King’s body. This is a highly advanced procedure that demands extreme concentration, even for an excellent surgeon like myself. Though it’s a corpse that has long ceased breathing, it is the body of a wizard comparable to an Ascendant, so if I make even the slightest mistake—”
“Right. We’ve heard more than five times that if something goes wrong, we’ll all become piles of rotting meat while still alive.”
“I’ve told you countless times, it will not end at just that level.”
The Spell Master’s eyes, scanning the room, glinted coldly.
“Be careful not to lose focus. Especially if you’d rather not die at my hands instead of the Three Grand Dukes’ or the Ascendant’s.”
“…”
“If you understand, let’s begin.”
As the Spell Master standing before the throne picked up a scalpel, he very carefully brought the blade to Myeong.
With the chilling sound of skin being incised, the procedure began in earnest within the frozen silence.
Using Conjunction Spellcraft, he suppressed the backlash at a cellular level, the flow of mana infiltrating the nervous system at Myeong’s fingertips.
Agneta, hanging upside down above the Spell Master’s head, used her Manipulation Spellcraft to coordinate the sequence of procedures, while Freya supported the mana efficiency and spellcraft performance with her Musical Scale Spellcraft.
Soryu used her ability to constantly adjust the air temperature inside the sealed chamber to one suitable for the procedure, while Maiya and Hylaea stood by at their positions.
“Sequentially incise 2mm on the dorsal side of the fourth left metacarpal. I will move in 0.75mm increments while checking for backlash. Assist with Manipulation Spellcraft on a two-second delay, and hold the right humerus steady so it doesn’t shake.”
“…”
“Continuously check the fluctuations in the black magic condensed in the peripheral nervous system. A Grand Sorcerer of this level can cast spells merely by activating their sympathetic nervous system, so he could react to our interference even in death. You must cut off the reaction as soon as you perceive the synthesis of neurotransmitters.”
The Conjunction Spell Master’s explanation poured out like a torrent as he moved both hands without a moment’s rest.
Agneta’s movements, hanging upside down in the air, grew slightly more frantic each time, her sequence getting jumbled.
Crack!!
“We haven’t even entered the nervous system yet, and you’ve already missed the timing four times.”
Holding a scalpel in one hand while touching Myeong’s corpse and the throne with the other, the Spell Master turned with a chilling expression.
“I believe I said I’d give a two-second interval, yet you seem incapable of understanding words. Can you not do it properly?”
“Sorry, but I didn’t understand half of what you were saying….”
“I mean you should follow my mana’s movements as soon as you see them. What are you doing with eight arms?”
The Spell Master’s eyes, glaring at Agneta, shimmered with murderous intent.
“For a Manipulation Spellcaster, your judgment is so slow it makes me want to kill you… If you’re just going to be a useless hindrance, it would be better to just modify you into a chimera.”
“These are legs, not arms.”
“Chapman… don’t be so hasty.”
Agneta retorted with a sullen face at his sharp words, and Hylaea, who was reinforcing the barrier while sweating nervously, spoke up.
“If you act rashly in here, we’ll all die… Explain it slowly. Not everyone can be like Victor or Adamant Thunder.”
“Nun. You have no understanding of the level those two have reached as spellcasters.”
The Spell Master turned to Hylaea with an icy gaze.
“If they were by my side right now, I wouldn’t have had to explain in the first place. I wouldn’t even have to get angry like this over every little thing.”
“…”
“Giving a two-second delay is already an accommodation for this spider’s technique. If she can’t even follow that timing, she’s better off gone. Get out.”
“Agneta isn’t human; she’s a hybrid of an Ancient Species. Her innate sense of time is fundamentally different from ours….”
Hylaea desperately tried to persuade the Spell Master, keeping her voice down.
“We all have to cooperate to finish this… Have you forgotten that Adamant Thunder is buying us time outside?”
“…”
“Are you going to meaninglessly waste the time he’s risking his life to create?”
They couldn’t know what was happening outside the sealed chamber, but it was clear that Adamant Thunder was facing the Herald and the Ascendant alone.
Considering the monsters’ senses and consciousness had not yet reached into the sealed chamber, he must be buying them time somehow.
They had to finish their work while Adamant Thunder was personally drawing their attention and taking the risk.
Rumble…!!!
The Spell Master did not answer her.
Only the continuous tremors shaking Yeongheo Palace, carried on the heating air, echoed through the chamber.
In the silence, as the other members stared at the Spell Master with pale faces.
The Spell Master, who had rolled up his sleeves, raised his scalpel and slashed his own wrist.
Slish!!
Blood gushed out as he sliced his artery.
Ignoring the others’ shock, the Spell Master said.
“Spider. Connect your mana threads to the median nerve in my wrist.”
“…”
“Read the electrical signals transmitted from my spinal cord to my fingertips and match your movements. Even if you’re too dull to understand a human’s sense of time, you should at least be able to do that.”
“…Chapman.”
The reason Agneta couldn’t keep up with the Spell Master’s tempo wasn’t due to a lack of ability, but because her sense of time, as a hybrid of an Ancient Species, was different from a human’s.
The Conjunction Spell Master had accurately recognized why she was having difficulty synchronizing with him and had taken measures to have her connect directly to his own nerves.
Certainly, a Manipulation Spellcaster of Agneta’s caliber would surely be able to read and react to the signals flowing through the Spell Master’s nerves.
The problem was that to maintain such synchronization, the Spell Master had to keep his wrist cut open and have mana threads directly connected to his nerve.
In the process, he had severed an artery and would have to endure continuous, massive blood loss.
“There’s no time. Finish it quickly.”
While the other members stared at the Conjunction Spell Master with shocked expressions, he lifted the scalpel with a cold face.
“We will complete the extraction of the legacy before Adamant Thunder can no longer hold out.”
“Is it because you’re worried for his safety that you chose such an extreme method…?”
Maiya, who was holding onto the legacy with her prosthetic arm from the opposite side, spoke in a dry voice.
“A radical decision, hard to believe from a Grand Spell Master of the Alliance.”
The median nerve in the wrist is a crucial part that directly governs the movements of the thumb to the ring finger.
For an excellent surgeon like the Conjunction Spell Master, it was, in a sense, the most sensitive and delicate nerve.
The very act of attaching another’s mana threads directly to that nerve was a testament to how he viewed this situation.
Moreover, the fact that he directly incised his wrist and endured massive blood loss showed just how much he cared about Adamant Thunder.
“I don’t know what aspect of him a psychopath like you found so appealing.”
“Appealing? You try to explain my decision with such an inferior sentiment, so of course you cannot understand.”
The Spell Master retorted in an indifferent voice while moving his hands busily.
“That man is the most outstanding wizard I have ever seen among humans. Do you not realize that the very fact he is participating in this plan is a miracle?”
“…”
“At this point, I am always pursuing the most efficient method. Who do you think is making the most correct judgment in this place?”
There was no answer.
The Spell Master, having connected Agneta’s mana threads to the nerve in his wrist, moved his scalpel while shedding blood.
Seeing the blood pooling beneath his feet, the other members also wasted no time and began the extraction of the legacy.
The Spell Master’s blood, even now, was dripping thickly below the throne.
Ermont’s form, kneeling before the throne, continuously having his blood drawn by Sarin.
How long did it take until the conversation and conclusion of the Transcendent beings, happening in real-time outside the sealed chamber, was reached?
“…It’s done.”
The hand of the Nether King, who had been sitting on the throne, slowly moved and delved into the darkness of the throne.
Inside the distorting throne that spread black ripples, the Spell Master delicately manipulated Myeong’s pale, bloodless hand.
Finally, Myeong’s pale hand pulled out a strange [cube] made of black light from within the throne.
“S-Success…!”
Click, click!!
The hypercube’s form ceaselessly changed even after being held in the Spell Master’s hand.
The other members stared at the object, which was clearly extraordinary at a single glance, with bated breath.
“Is this the true identity of the legacy hidden within the throne…?”
“What a strange-looking thing… What is this?”
At first glance, it looked like a cube, but its faces were strangely superimposed within a single space.
A peculiar shape, as if a cube was nested within a cube, constantly changing its form.
One member knew the answer.
“It’s a Penteract….”
“A Penteract?”
“A relic of the Old World, a geometric shape that only exists in the fifth dimension made manifest in reality… I’ve… seen it once before….”
Hylaea said in a choked voice.
“After the Well of the Codex operation ended, the reward the Nether King gave to Victor… I was the one who delivered it….”
“…That’s.”
The Penteract.
The reward that was supposed to go to the Clown after the Well of the Codex operation, the very object Hylaea had personally delivered to Victor.
Why was this relic of the Old World, whose specific abilities and principles were unknown even then, now inside this throne?
Not only Hylaea, but the other members’ expressions momentarily turned complex, but there was no time to ponder for long.
“There’s no time. We have to finish quickly…!”
“Hylaea, restoration!!”
“I know…!”
Hylaea, touching the throne with trembling hands, began to restore the throne to its original form using her Talent for Duality.
Simultaneously caressing the inside and outside of the throne where Myeong’s body sat, she repaired and reverted the parts the Spell Master had touched.
While the other members packed their things and finished their preparations, Hylaea completed the throne’s restoration and stepped back.
“Quickly, quickly…!!”
“Imaginary Dimension is ready… 3 seconds until spatial jump….”
The other members, with Agneta’s help, passed through the wall of the sealed chamber and slipped out one by one into the area behind the audience hall.
At that moment, the firmly shut door of the sealed chamber was shattered with absurd ease, and the black throne began to be pulled out.
KRAAAAAAANG!!!!
“Kuh…!!”
“Cough!!!”
“Hah, hah….”
Just the Transcendent’s interference with the sealed chamber was enough to make Yeongheo Palace shake as if an earthquake had struck.
Thrown by the impact, they collapsed in the corridor behind the audience hall, gasping for breath.
Pressing their ears to the floor and holding their breath, the members simultaneously let out sighs of relief.
“We weren’t… discovered…. We succeeded.”
“Still… Adamant Thunder must be holding them off in the audience hall.”
Hylaea, lying prone with a pale face, stared towards the audience hall and muttered blankly.
“How can he hold them off for so long… all by himself…?”
“…”
“Hooo…!!!”
What kind of method could he have possibly used to hold off both the Herald of the Three Grand Dukes and an Ascendant at the same time?
She knew he was astonishingly strong, but during her time with him, she was more often surprised by aspects other than his martial prowess.
“Move. We need to escape while they haven’t noticed us.”
In the heavy silence, Maiya stood up, clutching her tattered prosthetic arm.
The Penteract, separated by the Conjunction Spell Master, was held firmly in her hand.
“From now on, we escape Paradise Lost with the legacy.”
Wooooooh…!!!
The doors of the sealed chamber opened, and from beyond, the black throne emerged, floating towards them.
The moment he saw the throne levitating as if guided by an unseen hand, and Myeong’s form, Lennok knew the operation had been a success.
‘Pandemonium’s side succeeded in extracting the legacy. Did Hylaea do something?’
Hylaea, with her Talent for Duality, was a being who could simultaneously observe both sides of all things.
Those with such a talent generally showed outstanding aptitude in creating or restoring things.
Gyro’s Coffer, famous as the safest vault on the continent, was also renowned for being made by someone with a Talent for Duality like Hylaea.
After extracting the contents from the throne using the members’ abilities, Hylaea must have used her talent to restore its original form, leaving no trace behind.
[….]
“Ah, as expected, you were here.”
Having come to a conclusion, Lennok immediately turned to look at the Ascendant and the Herald, but neither side seemed to have sensed any anomaly with the legacy.
Jinwa’s will-thought flickered menacingly as if just seeing Myeong’s form was unpleasant, and the three-headed Herald slowly moved forward.
“The last head of the Black Edict… a being who accepted his end while shouldering the tragic fate of his bloodline.”
The Herald spoke, looking down with an inorganic gaze at Myeong’s corpse, which was leaning listlessly on the black throne.
“Despite being bound by an unjust fate from birth, you ultimately came this far to meet your end. I pay my respects to your spirit.”
[….]
“As much as the legacy to be transferred in today’s deal, this body is also a valuable ‘vessel’. If the Grand General permits, I would like to take it.”
[I B E L I E V E I T O L D Y O U N O T T O C A L L M E G R A N D G E N E R A L]
Jinwa replied in a chilling tone.
[I F Y O U A C T P R E S U M P T U O U S L Y, I W I L L T E A R O F F Y O U R D I S G U S T I N G H E A D A N D A C T L I K E T H I S N E V E R H A P P E N E D]
“Hmm….”
The two monsters exchanged sharp words even with the legacy right before them.
Watching them, Lennok focused his will-thought with an imperceptible subtlety.
If the Herald and the Ascendant were wary of each other even with the legacy at stake, they would likely have a hard time paying attention to the members who had already absconded with its contents.
Having confirmed that the Herald of the Three Grand Dukes was favorable towards him, he just needed to play along until the others escaped Yeongheo Palace.
While stealing the legacy’s contents had been difficult, Lennok himself had several ways to get out of this place.
If possible, the best course of action would be to seize an opportunity to escape with Myeong’s body as well, but—
“Honored One, please come closer.”
The Herald, turning his three heads, called to Lennok in an impeccably polite tone.
After encountering Lennok, his three heads had ceased speaking different things.
Did this mean the Herald’s will was now strongly unified in a single direction, now that Lennok was before him?
“I shall separate the causality of the Gabihaeng from the head’s corpse and pass it to you, Honored One. It will surely be a valuable gift.”
“…”
Instead of answering, Lennok began to walk slowly, thinking.
The Ascendant and the Herald were demigods who had obtained power comparable to Transcendent beings in their respective domains.
Therefore, it was difficult to be certain of what they were thinking in this situation, but he could make an educated guess using his experience from the regression.
The Jinwa he met in the Cradle had recognized Lennok’s identity and tried to use his Targeted Resistance to forcibly break her deal with the Three Grand Dukes.
The reason she was so quiet now was likely that she wanted to stall for time and break the deal through Lennok, just as before the regression.
Then what about the Herald of the Three Grand Dukes?
Though he couldn’t read his thoughts, the fact that even Jinwa couldn’t rashly kill him proved he was an incredibly powerful being.
Judging by his title, he seemed to be a being that parasitized the bodies of others, and such beings typically had combat abilities dependent on the strength of their vessel.
If the vessel he was using was indeed the body of a Transcendent that the Grand Duke of Yeongheo had used, as he had mentioned before, then his strength would likely be directly proportional to it.
If that was the case, it would be best to postpone making enemies of both the Ascendant and the Herald for as long as possible.
It would be worth a try if the situation became dire, but at least here—
“It’s alright, Honored One.”
The Herald said in a soft tone.
The three bizarrely elongated heads were smiling benevolently at Lennok.
“Your memory isn’t whole, is it? I had surmised as much.”
“…”
So he had understood who Lennok was from his answer, yet had also guessed that Lennok had no memory of it?
Watching the silent Lennok, the Herald slowly moved his three heads in unison.
“It is not surprising. When I last saw you, you had manifested in a ‘state’ where that was not strange at all.”
“…”
“We revered you as much as we feared you… we offered one thing to gain another and walked alongside you. At one time, we believed that very perfection was greatness, but in the end, we could never understand it.”
Was this being, who represented the will of the Three Grand Dukes, someone who remembered the Lennok of long ago?
That vague reminiscence alone suggested he was a being who had lived for a very, very long time.
“In fact, looking back, I might have known all along. From before you left the Imperial Palace… perhaps from the very day you came to the Imperial Palace.”
The Herald’s gaze turned distant, as if looking at a place far away.
“Long ago, on the day His Majesty brought you… if only I had known then, perhaps everything could have been changed.”
“…”
He was saying something very important.
A story about the day the Lennok of long ago first met the Emperor.
Why his past self had belonged to the Imperial Palace of the Empire, and why ‘he’ had left the Empire to become the worst Ascendant.
Long, long ago. During the golden age when the central city of Ars Nova was at its peak.
On that day, the one who brought his past self to the Imperial Palace of the Empire was none other than—
“But now, it is all nothing but a thing of the past. Please, come this way.”
Leading Lennok with a gentle tone, the Herald guided him to the front of the black throne.
The chilling sight of Myeong’s lifeless corpse leaning against the black throne.
The Herald, stopping before it with his three pairs of wings draped around him, slowly extended his six arms.
“Before I transfer the causality of the Gabihaeng to you, Honored One, I must first re-explain the ability of this humble herald.”
Split…!!
As his six arms slowly swept through the air, the center of his palms split open.
“The authority of Grafting (接木) I possess is, as the name suggests, like joining trees together. It is like extracting an existing causality or authority and grafting it onto a completely different tree.”
“…”
“Through this authority, I was able to graft my soul onto this body, which the Grand Duke of Yeongheo used. My current existence itself is proof of my authority.”
The Herald moved his three heads and offered a smile to Lennok.
“I shall now extract the causality of the Gabihaeng from the head’s corpse and safely graft it onto you, Honored One. Will you accept?”
“…”
Instead of answering, Lennok slowly nodded his head.
He had no interest in inheriting the causality of the Gabihaeng, but he intuited that the process would take a considerable amount of time.
Considering that the work of grafting isn’t something that ends in a day or two, this procedure itself would surely be time-consuming.
While the Herald attempted to graft the causality of the Gabihaeng onto him with his ability, he just needed to gauge the timing to recover Myeong’s body and escape.
[…]
The Ascendant exuded an ominous will-thought, silently watching Lennok and Myeong, as the Herald slowly gathered his mana.
Moving all six arms simultaneously, the Herald gently placed his hands on Myeong’s shoulders and activated his authority.
Darkness flowing from Myeong’s corpse coiled around the Herald’s arms at a tremendous speed.
Krrrrrunch!!!
A chilling presence, as if the black magic left in Myeong’s body was rebelling against the Herald’s authority and rejecting the caster.
But the Herald, ignoring his own flesh being torn away by the black magic, moved his six arms.
Two arms held Myeong’s shoulders, two arms formed hand seals, and two arms drew a magic circle in the air.
Fwoooosh!!
A spectacle of six arms performing different actions simultaneously, as if forcibly extracting Myeong’s causality.
So this was the authority of Grafting. The power to join what exists to what exists.
Thinking that far, Lennok also understood why this being had participated in the deal to receive the legacy.
The authority of Grafting was the general term for the work of forcibly extracting a specific concept or causality and then joining it elsewhere.
Therefore, using the Herald’s ability, it would have been possible to forcibly extract the contents of the legacy as well.
It was somehow strangely similar to Conjunction Spellcraft, yet its usage and principles seemed different.
“As you may already know, the head of the Black Edict spent his life wandering the continent, collecting deaths to offer to the Gabihaeng.”
The Herald’s explanation continued amidst the storm of scattering black magic.
“Considering the original sin of the family he had to bear, and the weight of the punishment His Majesty decreed, it was truly a commendable undertaking… but in the end, it was not a burden a human could bear.”
“…”
“The ‘hell’ completed by embracing that resentment and those spirits may be a product of the highest quality among the other dimensions created at this point in time… Even though you have fallen so low, Honored One, you are still worthy of possessing it.”
“…Another dimension, you say.”
“You still remember the concept of demons and hell, do you not?”
The Herald asked.
“The Transcendent beings of unusual standards who created their own hells and fell, instead of ascending to the Upper Heavens… The Empire has long studied the sanctuaries they created to avoid their end.”
“…”
Lennok still remembered the explanation he heard from the Director at the end of the Ascension Ritual in Vulcan.
The rulers of hell who, instead of ascending to the Upper Heavens, created their own worlds and secluded themselves.
The Gabihaeng was the work of drawing in death to construct the demons’ hell in this world.
If so, the hell that Myeong had completed by dedicating his entire life to gathering death was—
“The noble Three Grand Dukes have been embodying that heretical law since before His Imperial Majesty passed away. Not ascension, but a fall… for there is a law of reaching the Upper Heavens only by falling into hell.”
“…”
“This very paradox is the law to reaching demigod status. It is the first step to becoming a true god of the sea.”
Swoosh!!
The ceaselessly raging storm of black magic ceased, and the Herald slowly straightened his body.
The bizarrely large and stooped form of the Herald turned, flapping its three pairs of wings.
“The work is almost finished. Now, if I just transfer the authority of the Gabihaeng to you, Honored One, in this deal—”
Stop.
At that moment, the three heads fell silent simultaneously, their faces becoming expressionless.
A silence fell as the Herald’s impeccably polite words were cut short.
While the Ascendant watched them with a twisted expression, the Herald spoke softly.
“Honored One.”
“…”
“My apologies, but there is something I must inform you of.”
After a long silence, the Herald spoke quietly.
“It is hard to believe, but… the causality of the Gabihaeng is already attributed to you, Honored One. My authority of Grafting is not functioning properly.”
“…What?”
“It seems you have had prior contact with the head’s corpse.”
The Herald’s six eyes, looking down at Lennok, turned chillingly cold.
“You have deceived me.”
“…”
In that moment, Lennok understood what had happened.
The causality of the Gabihaeng, which should have belonged to Myeong, was for some unknown reason already attributed to Lennok.
The Herald had read this fact while using his authority and had concluded that Lennok had touched the corpse first.
It was an absurd claim, and the Herald’s speculation was likely far from the truth.
If Lennok had received the causality of the Gabihaeng through Myeong’s corpse, there was no way he would not have been aware of it.
If such a thing had happened, it would most likely have been when he last met Myeong, or when he inherited the Demonic Giant.
But the Herald had no way of finding that out from Lennok or reading his memories—
Most importantly, the problem was that it was true that Lennok had made prior contact with Myeong’s corpse.
The process of his speculation was wrong, but the result was correct.
The shocking message that the causality of the Gabihaeng, which Myeong had built up over his entire life, already belonged to Lennok himself.
In the instant Lennok was recalling his memories in this unexpected situation, the Herald gathered his mana at a tremendous speed.
His three pairs of wings exploded as if soaring to the ceiling of Yeongheo Palace, violently shaking the entire detached palace.
KWAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!!!!!
“I understand. There are insects already fleeing outside Yeongheo Palace.”
The Herald’s three heads simultaneously harbored a cold, murderous intent.
“Deceiving my eyes, stealing the legacy, and even running away… They don’t seem to be ordinary insects, so I shall capture them first and speak with you again, Honored One.”