The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns-Chapter 355

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Chapter 355

“Did it bite? Did it?”

—Grrr…

Crunch! Whack! Whack!

The wolf-type monster that had bitten the knight’s shoulder—despite his aura-based protection—was seized and beaten into a bloody pulp.

Its teeth were sharp enough to tear limbs even through aura defense, but the knight’s remaining protective buffs were on a level that ignored such natural advantages entirely.

The subjugation mission had already collapsed within six hours, but because additional monsters appeared, a small strike force was still operating.

There were no casualties in this operation; in fact, their results were so good that the monster-slaying count was unusually high.

Of course, the real reason lay elsewhere.

“When else can we blow off steam like this? Send us back out!”

“Stop talking nonsense and go do personal maintenance, you maniacs!!”

Only after Melissa’s lion-like roar exploded did the shouting soldiers finally calm down a little.

“Haa…”

She exhaled shortly, frowned, and glared straight at me.

“What?”

“Next time, don’t overdo the buffs. This is too much.”

“No one got hurt, did they?”

“They’ll get used to it and crash later. My heart can’t take it. I brought you here so you could see what’s happening.”

The subjugation had ended on the first day, but during the follow-up sweep Melissa had called me again.

Her point made sense—my buffs had gone far beyond what I’d anticipated, possibly giving them an unreal sense of power.

Maybe it was fine for a short period, but if I didn’t moderate it, something bad could happen.

On the way back from the demonic zone, I carried Luna on my back along the forest path.

“Leon.”

“Yeah?”

“How do you pull out that kind of power out of nowhere?”

She sounded puzzled.

I hesitated—was there any reason to tell her about the Labyrinthos?

Even if she was my companion, Luna…

[I recommend not revealing it. We cannot know what effect knowledge of the Labyrinthos will bring.]

The Librarian’s warning wasn’t without cause.

When I stayed silent, she buried her face against my shoulder.

“If it’s hard to say, don’t. But as Sullivan said—Leon doesn’t grow, he recovers. That much is clear.”

When I answered only with silence, she hugged my neck tightly.

“You’ve worked hard. When I see the powers you carry, I can see the long road of effort you’ve walked.”

It was a simple thing to say—so why did it make my eyes sting?

I walked on lightly, smiling without meaning to.

Gratitude for her welled up.

“You want to have one?”

“Already have one in my belly.”

That didn’t even make sense.

I laughed but didn’t argue.

After all, as an archangel she couldn’t have a child—no need to shatter her little dream.

Then—

“Ulp—”

Luna suddenly covered her mouth and gagged.

I froze.

What?

That couldn’t be right.

“Sorry, Leon, I suddenly felt nauseous.”

Just a coincidence?

No way.

We’d been married less than three days—it was physically impossible—

“Ulp…”

What the hell?

Was this some kind of hidden-camera prank?

* * *

For two years the memory transference from Labyrinthos had shown no progress, but lately it was accelerating.

Elemental mana, necromantic mana, aura, spirit energy, spirit-contract mana…

Plus the Authority of Death, Thanatos—

and a white force resembling the Authority of Life.

Inside me coexisted powers far beyond human capacity.

I couldn’t yet control the white power, but any normal person would already have been torn apart from within.

Even in Labyrinthos, I had never experienced something like this.

There, one mastered one domain at a time—never several simultaneously.

In the Hall of Swords, I never touched elemental mana.

In the Hall of Spirits, I never used aura.

My soul had learned to adapt, yes—but was that really safe?

Perhaps that very adaptation had caused… this?

“No way. How could this even be?”

Holding Luna’s hand, eyes closed, I stared at her triumphant, faintly smiling face, unable to hide my bewilderment.

“For the record, Leon, I haven’t cheated on you.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Thank you for believing me.”

Not that there was any reason to doubt her.

But still—

Gabriel, you crazy angel.

You said she couldn’t have children!

Then what is this living presence I sense in her womb?

We’d been married for three days—three!

Even if she were human, this would be insane timing.

Yet the energy inside her undeniably contained both our essences.

After much thought, I went to someone who might actually know something.

“What brings you to the Holy Kingdom so suddenly?”

The demon Diablo—one of the primordial demons like Luna, known as the Defamer, and ironically one of the most devout beings alive.

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Honestly, a ridiculous man.

I hesitated, then said,

“Luna is pregnant.”

At that, Diablo stared at us, dropped the holy scripture in his hand with a thud.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

“Are your ears plugged? Leon’s child is growing inside me.”

“That’s impossible.”

He actually frowned—a rare sight.

“Luna Basilin, jokes like that can break a marriage.”

“Wanna die?”

Despite the words, her fist had already moved.

Thwack!

Her jab sank into his solar plexus; he gasped.

“Violence is not virtuous, Luna Basilin.”

“Insult my child again and I won’t hold back.”

“…Hmph. Leon, may I check her pulse?”

“Go ahead.”

As he reached toward her, she jerked back.

“Where do you think you’re putting your hands, strange man?”

“…She’s really pissing me the fuck off.”

He actually swore—rare for him.

“I’m not in the mood for jokes, so just give me your wrist.”

“Luna, he’s only checking for confirmation. Trust him.”

Reluctantly, she extended her hand.

Gabriel might’ve known something, but contacting an archangel was impossible—and considering how useless his past predictions had been, I doubted him anyway.

Diablo touched her wrist, demonic energy quietly spreading through his body.

After a long moment—

“What the hell… how?”

He looked truly shaken.

“What did you do, Luna Basilin?”

“Nothing but conceive the fruit of our love.”

“Your nonsense has gotten worse. You weren’t this bad a few days ago.”

He rubbed his temples, clearly troubled.

“Let’s be clear: neither great demons nor archangels can conceive children. That’s fact.”

“And yet, she’s pregnant.”

“Exactly. Which makes it bizarre. an archangel carrying a child is impossible, and conceiving a fully formed life less than three days after marriage—also impossible. Most of all, human genes and angelic structures cannot merge.”

Could my adaptation have overridden even that law?

He looked grave.

“This could be… bad.”

“So what’s your conclusion?”

“We’ll have to consult an archangel.”

“Lispa Elde?”

“No. She’s not enough. We need the one who governs the greatest knowledge among the angels.”

“Not Uriel. I refuse.”

Luna was adamant.

Uriel—known as the angel of divine wisdom.

He had three pairs of wings; lower in rank than Luna, one of the three archangels, yet still a being of immense purity.

Given Luna’s half-fallen state, his purity might even surpass hers now.

“I’d rather meet Gabriel than him.”

“Gabriel’s insight is vast, yes, but even he couldn’t clearly diagnose this.”

True enough—Gabriel’s “prophecies” rarely came true.

“Where can we find Uriel?”

“Leon.”

She looked appalled, trying to stop me.

But I couldn’t yield.

“Luna.”

“No. I said no.”

“We can’t avoid this. I’m happy you’re pregnant, truly—but—”

“Then just be happy! Why doubt it?!”

“I’m not doubting you. I’m afraid. If something goes wrong with you—what am I supposed to do then?”

She pouted.

“It’ll be fine. I know it.”

“Luna—”

“Conversation over. The child in my womb is ours, and will be born to live and be loved. I won’t hear anything beyond that.”

If something was wrong, what then?

Would we… erase it?

I couldn’t even answer.

When she stormed out, I just rubbed my face and sighed.

“I understand her feelings. And yours too,”

Said Diablo quietly.

Luna’s stance was simple, the child existed, therefore it was precious, end of story.

Mine, precious or not, if there was danger, we had to understand and fix it.

Thus came the clash.

“Three days of marriage and you’re already fighting,”

Diablo murmured.

“They say lovers’ quarrels are like cutting water with a sword.”

Which, of course, isn’t easy—but I didn’t mention that.

“I’ll try to meet Uriel myself.”

“But how? Meeting an archangel isn’t exactly a casual affair.”

“So there’s no way?”

“The only possible way… would be through Saint Nadia’s prayer.”

The prayer of a stigmatic saint might reach God or an archangel.

It was the only chance.

“But honestly, her power’s insufficient. Even if you amplify it with your own strength, it won’t be enough.”

Nadia’s ability was still immature; Song of Suggestion was only effective because of its fusion traits.

As I pondered, a thought struck me.

“Wait… maybe if we combine them?”

If Song of Suggestion was merged with my buff magic, maybe her prayer’s reach could grow stronger.

“In any case, congratulations. The pregnancy is real, it seems. Remarkable— a child between a human and an archangel. The first in history. A half-angel.”

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