The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns-Chapter 414

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Chapter 414

To verify whether Osberg was real or fake, I secretly manifested the Machine God’s Heart so that Nyarlathotep wouldn’t notice.

Then, surprisingly, one strange point became visible—something I hadn’t been able to confirm before.

An otherdimensional power spread throughout the monster’s entire body.

Along with an organic structure that could not possibly be called human.

And besides that, a bizarre something that was still difficult to read information from.

That was enough to be certain.

That thing was an entity like a homunculus, made by extracting Osberg’s power and genetic information.

In other words, it was not Osberg himself.

I have seen something similar to this before.

The fake goddess Eve I saw in a special space.

It is fundamentally different, but something similar can be felt.

Once I reached that judgment, the first thing I felt was relief.

Because it wasn’t desirable for the elder who had been friendly to me to die so pointlessly.

They didn’t kill the Sword Saint for the sake of bioethics?

No way.

Either they couldn’t.

Or it would be fair to assume they haven’t taken his life yet because they’re aiming for something bigger.

After I beheaded the homunculus with the otherdimensional power I absorbed through Shoggoth and also severed Nyarlathotep’s arm, he spoke to me as if he found it fascinating.

“I see. So you are handling the power you absorbed through Shoggoth. Without even realizing that it is tightening around your own neck.”

I didn’t bother answering.

They still don’t know the fact that I am immune to mental collapse caused by this.

“Oh dear. If you can handle that power, then I cannot afford to be so relaxed either.”

When he snapped his fingers, an identical entity—one just like the homunculus whose head had been cut off a moment ago—walked out from the darkness, step by step.

“Do you know this? Leon Cascadia. This entity is a great step forward for my goal.”

“Not your goal—an Outer God’s goal.”

“No. I have my own purpose. That being’s purpose is that being’s purpose alone; it is different from my purpose.”

He denied it firmly.

Thinking about it, unlike the other subordinates, Nyarlathotep felt like he was following the Outer God Yog for the sake of his own objective.

Of course, that objective gives off a smell that is, in some sense, even more dangerous.

And, like a scientist obsessed with his purpose, he spoke bleakly.

“To create the being called a Martial God with my own hands.”

“What?”

“Well, I can understand that it’s incomprehensible. The being called a Martial God is something fictional that exists only conceptually. I had thought you would take an interest in this.”

I didn’t bother responding and instead raised my momentum.

“To do that, I need a powerful lifeform. And I have just secured the target.”

So that’s Osberg?

For something like that, that bastard didn’t seem to have targeted me.

“As if your expression is asking why I’m not targeting you. Is that correct?”

“It would be impossible.”

At my indifferent reply, the corners of his white lips lifted even higher.

“More precisely, at first I thought that if it were your existence, you might become a part to complete the Martial God. But the talent you possess turned out to be endlessly insignificant.”

This bastard?

He’s really trying to get under my skin.

When I swung my sword like a flash of light, he narrowly avoided the attack.

Unlike before—when he would just take it and ignore it—this time it was clearly felt that he was definitely dodging.

“That won’t do. The being called a Martial God is the end of the martial path that a lifeform can reach. I interpreted that meaning. Because no one can reach it, special conditions are necessary. A lifeform with overwhelming aptitude. That is what I am aiming for.”

Osberg Mielepon is certainly someone with outstanding talent, hard to find even in human history.

It isn’t easy for a person to reach such a high realm in a single lifetime.

At that point, I judged that there was no longer any need to talk with this guy.

Osberg is not here.

Most likely, he is imprisoned somewhere in the direction Isna went.

If that’s the case—Osberg is left to her, and I will deal with the problematic Nyarlathotep here.

That judgment was made.

“From what I can see, it seems that more improvement is still needed.”

Muttering to himself like a researcher, he measured something out.

But still.

A Martial God……

If it’s a Martial God…… is he talking about that which lies dormant in my deep consciousness?

[I cannot confirm information about the Hall of the Martial God.]

As the Librarian’s text says, I don’t know exactly what it is.

However, one thing is certain: whatever is contained in the Hall of the Martial God is not entirely unrelated to the concept of “Martial God” that he speaks of.

Telling him this would have no meaning.

And one more thing.

At present, even I cannot know what the Hall of the Martial God precisely is.

Like an otherdimensional monster that makes you go insane the moment you recognize its existence.

Just as Dagon—the subordinate of an Outer God who came into contact with the Hall of the Martial God—went insane on the spot.

For now, even I lack the qualifications.

Nyarlathotep sent them at me as if he were testing a newly made prototype.

They were homunculi, each one possessing threatening power, but I swung my sword quickly and cut them all down.

And then.

I took the opportunity to cut off Nyarlathotep’s head as he tried to slip away secretly.

Nyarlathotep didn’t die.

But it looked as though the damage definitely landed.

“Kh… cough… Very well. This is certainly beyond my expectations. You have changed far more quickly and dangerously than I thought. To the point that even revealing myself carelessly is dangerous.”

“Then you should die.”

“Oh dear…….”

He panicked and resisted, but in an instant I closed in to point-blank range and swung the Ghost Sword.

The Ghost Sword, Elekstra, as if it had been waiting, spewed enormous ghostly energy and resonated with my power.

KAAAAAANG!!!!

When the softly swung blade collided with his body, a tremendous clang rang out, as if metal had struck metal.

The attack was blocked.

But—

“Ts….”

CRACK!!

I poured in even more force and split his body apart.

“Krk… cough….”

Letting out a painful groan, he could no longer resist and completely scattered into dust.

At a glance it looked like he was dead, but in the end, even though he took damage, he succeeded in escaping from me.

“Before long, I shall come to see you again. More complete……”

“One thing I’ll say for sure. You will never make a Martial God.”

Was my one line what offended him?

His voice became noticeably colder.

“How could you possibly know anything about that…….” 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

“If what I’m thinking is correct, then I know at least more than you do. So I’ll say it clearly. It’s absolutely impossible for you.”

“……”

The white pupil-like part of Nyarlathotep’s eyes twitched strangely.

His eyes, trembling as if shaking with anger, didn’t show any particularly dynamic movement, but a cold fury could be felt.

That bastard, who had been brazen in every situation up to now, seemed unable to endure having his research denied.

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After that, large numbers of homunculi poured out again and began attacking me.

It’s a pity I couldn’t kill Nyarlathotep, but just confirming his injury and the fact that my attacks work on him is enough to count as gaining several advantages.

From the start, the original purpose was to rescue Osberg.

And.

To execute Garlan, the traitor of the Watchers.

Cutting down the endlessly pouring homunculi quickly, I advanced toward the center that was producing them.

* * *

The Sword Saint Osberg’s homunculi each possessed power close to a Sword Master.

How absurd this was didn’t require deep thought.

A Sword Master is a strategic weapon even in human history—so powerful as to be called a being that transcends humanity.

In fact, even using monsters and demonic beasts as the source material, Sword Master–level entities aren’t that common.

But. Sword Master–level entities keep pouring out like this?

It’s clearly strange.

If so, then those homunculi are merely a hub—or a shell—and it would be fair to assume that the real entity with true power is elsewhere.

And inside—where I went accordingly—I saw a man standing at the center of the hollow with his head bowed low.

Instinctively, I could tell who he was.

“Leon Cascadia.”

Looking at the man who called me in a heavily cracked voice, I also lightly shook the blood off my sword and stepped forward.

Behind him, there were countless grotesque eggs laid out—like a monster’s nest.

So those are the homunculi.

They looked human on the outside, but the inside was completely different—pure monster—so it was a natural result.

In fact, one of those eggs went “CRACK!” and split open, and from within, a bizarre something covered in slime popped out with a “THUD!”

And not long after, it twisted its body, the slime dried, and it became identical to the homunculus I had seen before.

All those eggs need to be burned.

It’s fortunate Isna didn’t see this state.

I asked quietly.

“I didn’t expect you to be waiting here.”

“My purpose was never the leader’s life. It was you from the beginning.”

That’s not wrong.

However, I could feel a strange, alien power from him.

A transcendent being.

It seems he chose to modify his body into a transcendent being in order to fight me.

Can that still be called human now?

KAAAAANG!!!!

While I was thinking that—

His sword, slipping in like a flash, swung at me.

I reflexively raised the Ghost Sword and blocked his blade, and a heavy shock transmitted through me.

Oh…… it’s quite heavy.

I already have information about Garlan.

But.

The man before me now was beyond that level.

“I should acknowledge what deserves acknowledgment. In a normal state, you are a being that cannot be killed.”

“And you still rush in? Holding hands with those monster bastards who try to wreck the world?”

At my taunt, he lifted his head with a grotesque smile.

Half his face was twisted into a bizarre, non-human form.

Was that the finished product?

No.

That was clearly a side effect from rushing preparations.

“The original plan was so. To slowly collapse your mind and, when you weakened, surely sever your breathing. However. Because of an unexpected variable, I too lacked time.”

After widening the distance from me again, he moved one hand lightly.

Then his hand wavered, began spewing tentacles of grotesque flesh, and then was swallowed back in and disappeared.

“But it doesn’t matter. With this level of power, it’s sufficient.”

He looked as though he had gained clear confidence in his power.

“I have waited for this day. Only for the day I take revenge on you.”

“…….”

“Isna Mielepon. She was too naive. If she truly wanted to save the world, the first target she should have killed was none other than you. Yet she left you alive, and in the end tried to repeat the past mistake again.”

Black tentacles extending from his arm clumped together, wrapped around his sword, and formed a black shell.

His sword pulsed as if it were alive.

“I…… I will set it right.”

Talking a hundred times would only make my mouth hurt.

From his standpoint, no matter what happens to the world, killing me—the traitor who killed him—is the top priority.

And things like the world’s truth, why I acted the way I did—none of that mattered to him.

Nor did any grand cause like “I will save the world no matter what sacrifice it takes.”

Only one thing remained.

An utterly personal desire for revenge.

The Barbarian’s organs.

The materials he had secretly gathered to create a transcendent being.

Even unknown things handed over from another dimension.

Using every means to strengthen himself, he stood before me.

“Do not run. Look straight at me.”

Pointing his blade at me, he spoke as if pronouncing a sentence.

“Today. You die here.”

Instead of answering, I released all the momentum I had kept stored inside my body.

Perhaps this is karma that I created in the closed world.

In truth, that’s not something I need to worry about.

But.

Just as the me from the closed world sacrificed everything solely for the sake of the me of this round, it would be right for me too to match that stride and accelerate it.

“I like that you’re not spouting pointless talk about grand causes.”

Without either of us needing to say who went first, we almost simultaneously lunged toward each other.

KAAANG!!!!!

The Ghost Sword bounced back, scattering red sparks.

Amazingly, he seemed to have followed my instantaneous speed.

But.

The price he paid was that one of his arms was cut off, spraying a grotesque liquid.

Even so, he didn’t care and reset his stance.

The severed arm wriggled as if alive, then clung to his body and was absorbed, and a new arm grew back, harder than before.

Then he smiled bleakly.

“You made contact with me.”

“What?”

“My body is currently full of viruses. I know you cannot be defeated physically. However. I can break you down gradually. Unlike before, your mind will begin collapsing at a tremendous speed.”

Just as he said, a grotesque something leaking from him tried to invade my body.

“What a nuisance thing to stick onto yourself.”

“To kill you, I simulated it thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of times. I admit it. The conclusion was that killing you by any means is nearly impossible.”

“…….”

“And so. I secretly interfered so that you would not obtain certain authorities you were said to have gained.”

Those “authorities” might be authorities contaminated by the Outer Gods.

One thing is certain: the me from the closed world judged that those kinds of powers would be of no help to me.

I have no intention of relying on such power either. Still, he had a self-congratulatory look, as if he had blocked me from becoming stronger through his actions.

“Among countless simulations, only one thing. A way to sever your breathing has been secured.”

Uh…… sorry, but that got blocked too.

The intention was obvious—touching my mind meant trying to weaken me to the extreme.

However, there was one fact he didn’t know.

Unlike the previous world, the being I obtained this time.

Unlike the closed world where I fought Lucifer, a change only possible now—when I didn’t particularly clash with him.

Because of that, I obtained the Book of Genesis.

Its effect was simple.

Absolute immunity to mental contamination.

A power strong enough to block even the mental contamination of an Outer God without any issue.

Could this be called an authority?

In the end, because of the Book of Genesis, his plan was being denied from the very start.

Whether that mattered or not, seeing black tentacle-like things coil around me, he burst into maniacal laughter.

“Not human, are you?”

At my mutter, he shouted.

“Yes! To kill you, I can do anything!”

After that, with a crazed face, he put on a grotesquely shaped living mask.

It was as if he were abandoning humanity completely.

“To kill you…… I…… will stop being human!! Leon Cascadia!!”

His human biological information almost entirely disappeared, and he began pouring out enormous power as he became a monster of unclear identity.

A power that interferes with the mind?

It looked like he intended to drill into one thing for sure.

The black something stuck to my body dug into me more meticulously than before, emitting strange waves as if trying to interfere with my mind.

If I hadn’t had the Book of Genesis, absorbing Shoggoth would have required extreme caution.

When I pretended to stagger while watching that, the power grew even stronger—like he was trying to press me down.

But, the joke only lasted a moment.

When I lost interest and just stood there in perfect condition, the situation began to turn strange.

“What is this. Why…… why are you fine?”

“Uh…… sorry. That’s how it is.”

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