Past Life Returner Chapter 375

Published at 26th of April 2023 09:14:47 AM

[You have used (No Name).]

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It was indeed a skill that was created by reinforcing Hanuman’s Tail, and I named the three tails Alpha, Beta, and Gamma starting from the left. Their destructive power was the same, but their combined strength far surpassed the original skill, which only had one tail.

I wrapped Alpha around my waist, bent Beta over my head, and positioned Gamma on my right side. Excitement coursed through me as I witnessed the three red flashes pulsating ahead, each exuding a distinct energy. Hanuman’s Tail had also had this, but the difference between one tail and three wasn’t just like a three-minus-one job.

A set of wings had also appeared. This time I focused on the wings while operating my three tails. The wings lacked a complicated structure, so they didn’t have any joints connecting to my body. In addition, they also didn’t have any feathers, making it harder to steer and stop. Basically, the wings themselves were superheated flames just like the tail!

I covered my front with these fiery wings.

Swoosh-

With the front parts of the wings overlapping, it appeared as if a massive wall of flames was before me. It was superior to Ra’s Sun Cape and felt as though an incarnation was safeguarding me.

When I spread my wings again, embers scattered in all directions. There were so many that it reminded me of the falling flowers of cherry blossoms when a gust of wind blew by. On first impression, the scene was beautiful. However, each ember had a destructive power, like fragments of lightning derived from the bolt of lightning.

That was why Yeon-Hee and Seong-Il hurriedly stepped back again after they first tried to approach me.

Only Onir’s scream filled the air. He had been abandoned near me earlier, and the embers that had fallen on the ground were gnawing at his body. The embers had pierced holes in his body, resembling multiple bullet wounds.

He was able to survive only because he was a Sword Master. If he had been a civilian, then he would have been engulfed in flames and turned into ashes.

Seong-Il hastily pulled him out.

I flapped my wings several times, and flames blazed everywhere. On one occasion, as I extended my wings with greater force, the resulting gust of wind that occurred acted as if it was adding fuel to a blazing fire.

The area around me resembled Dragorin Red’s fiery battleground. Although I was standing amidst flames, the only impact I felt was the disorienting effect of the intense heat waves. I didn’t feel any pain, and my clothes remained unscathed as I was the one who had formed the flames.

- Yeon-Hee: The fire keeps spreading. You know our occupied territory is close to here, right?

I had reached the point where I had roughly acquired a sense of controlling wings. Therefore, even if I struck down with the wings, the wind of fire and heat didn’t burst out again. The village, which had already been ravaged by the fight between Seong-Il and Onir, was now engulfed by flames. In the distance, I could see fortunate soldiers escaping. Seong-Il, carrying Onir on his shoulder, was also fleeing the inferno, not far from me.

Tilting my wings as far back as possible, I swooped down toward the ground. A gust of wind, stronger than a storm but without any heat, blew past. The flames dissipated. Down below, the landscape resembled the aftermath of Odin’s Thunderstorm that had swept across the earth. The wind had blown away the ashes, revealing the charred ground, while on the other side of the wind direction, an entire hill was covered in ashes.

[Please name the new skill.]

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Hmm… What should I call this now? Phoenix because there are three tails and one pair of wings? The Incarnation’s Wrath since it’s similar to Odin’s Wrath? No, I’m Odin.

According to Norse Mythology, Odin always had ethereal animals around him like crows and wolves. It was perfect to call it like that.

[You have named it ‘Odin’s Ethereal Animal.’]

[Odin’s Ethereal Animal (Skill)

Skill Class: S

Effect: Creates superheated flame wings and three tails.

Proficiency: LV.8 - MAX

Duration: 6 hours

Cooldown time: 12 hours (Remaining time: 11 hours 57 minutes)]

Right then, Yeon-Hee and Seong-Il approached me with dreamy eyes, but I didn’t have time to explain to them what I felt at that moment. I opened the gate in front of them and shouted, “Go!”

Red-Faced Orc Clan Territory.

Samanos, the sorcerer, received an order from the chief. He instructed him to determine whether the huge flow of mana that suddenly appeared and vanished was beneficial or harmful to the clan.

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Samanos considered bringing in a wizard with strong mental abilities, but ultimately decided against it after recalling that a wizard with similar abilities, sent by the prophet of Elsland, had recently been badly hurt in a nearby area.

Samanos turned away. He had opened up a small door that led to the spirit world by piling up soil. A few seconds later, one of the curious low-class spirits popped up in his head. He was Noum.

Noum appeared with a frown as the Declans’ rotten stench filled the air. Then, a voice containing sacred power was heard from the sky, “You will die on the spot if you try to run away.”

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When Noum raised his head, sharp molars came into his view first, then he saw the two eyes of an orc that contained red energy.

Samanos continued, “There was a movement of Grand Mana in the Franklin Duchy. I waited for you to ask about this. You would know best that lies won’t work for me. Just answer the question and go back.”

There were other orcs around, but Samanos was the only one who could hear the spirit’s voice. Noum was frightened and spent a long time telling him everything he knew. The story was something that Samanos wanted to hear but wasn’t at the same time. Basically, Noum kept emphasizing that Samanos would be able to meet someone else who could answer him.

Samanos released the spirit and waited for the visitor. The visitor appeared to be an ordinary native of Greenwood Continent, but Samanos could feel a great entity inside it.

The Flame King of Spirit. The Great Emperor of Flames, Celeon!

Samanos rebuked the orcs who had threatened the visitors, then guided them directly to the chief.

“One of the Spirit Kings has come,” Samanos said.

“Hello, Chief. It’s our first time meeting, right?”

The visitor looked like a bubbly boy, but there was stained and hardened blood on his coat and face. Looking at the face alone, this was not much different from the orc clan that put the blood of Declans on their faces on purpose.

The chief growled with fierce eyes, “Boy. Only your owner of the body, Celeon, can talk to me.”

The boy smirked. “Celeon says you’d better treat me the same way.”

Samanos shook his head at Chief Bomos. Then, he intervened by serving the boy who arrived from the battlefield a cup of water, cutting through the tension. Since it was a large glass used by orcs, the boy was holding it with both hands tightly around it.

Meanwhile, Bomos was displeased by the boy’s lack of fear despite being in the midst of the clan. The chief was honest with his feelings, so he didn’t try to hide his true emotions and made it clear that he didn’t approve of the boy’s presence by jutting out his chin and baring his teeth in a menacing manner.

However, the boy wasn’t at all intimidated by Bomos. Rather, he stared at Bomos’s face as if he had little experience of seeing orcs this close.

The boy said, “I was at the duchy right below here.”

Then, Bomos realized where the blood on the boy came from. He had fought against the Demon Corps alone.

The boy continued cheekily, “You are wondering what I’m talking about, right? It means that I did what you should have done. In other words, you owe me.”

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“Are you the son of the duke, boy?” the chief asked.

“No.”

“Are you the Duchy’s people?”

“No.”

“Then, nothing matters.”

The boy shrugged. “Ah, you are still being pigheaded. This is not something you should say, considering you share a border with the Demon Corps.”

At that time, the movements outside the barracks were unusual because the warriors who had tried peeking in let everyone know how arrogant the boy was. Large shadows wielding clubs and axes were gathering around the barrack.

The boy laughed as he saw the shadows, which even made Samanos have difficulty suppressing his anger. His eyes became cold. Although the boy had the Spirit King inside him, he was in front of the chief of the clan.

Bomos was looking down at the little boy after standing up from his seat. The boy stopped laughing, but he still said in a mischievous tone, “Let’s not fight between us.”

Then, he gestured to the area behind his shoulder using the tip of his thumb. He wasn’t referring to the orc warriors. Instead, he was alluding to something beyond that, in the direction where a substantial shift of Mana was occurring.

“The Demon King is getting stronger. Celeon says you have to remove the root before it gets any stronger,” the boy continued.

The chief mused, “So, it was…the Demon King.”

“Then, what else could it have been?” asked the boy somewhat sarcastically.

“Caldoran, King Onyx, and Ronsius. Do you know that these three strong Holy Knights were exterminated?” the chief asked.

The boy shook his head. “Celeon says not to compare this with those guys.”

“Then, why are you asking me for help?”

The boy pointed out, “We are not asking you to be Saint Jayden. That’s up to us with Sylphid, Elyme and Noas.”

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When the boy mentioned all the names of the Spirit Kings, Bomos and Samanos quickly exchanged glances. Hot breath began to come out of Bomos’s mouth and nostrils, the boy nodded and said as if he was being generous, “Celeon says that the Greenwood tribes do not deserve the land, so the great warriors of Lord Lacryma should take control.”

The chief grumbled, “I trust the owner of your body, but I can’t trust you. Tell Celeon to come forward and talk to me in person. Then, I will keep the pledge in the honor of the warrior.”

“Why would we all be here if I was wrong?”

The boy turned toward the entrance of the barracks and waved his arms. There was a little disturbance in that direction.

The orcs opened the way under the direction of the sorcerer Samanos. Then, three men and women, who were hidden by the orcs, walked out through the road. The tall young man simply looked forward with an emotionless face, the fat old man was smiling, and the silver-haired beauty glared spitefully at the orcs.

Then, the boy grinned at Bomos.

“We will seal the demon. Then, the chief and our warriors of the Lord Lacyrma should wipe out the rest of the Demon Corps, and …”

However, the boy was unable to complete his sentence and could only emit a scream.

“Argh!”

The three, who served Spirit King as the owners of their bodies, flinched. Bomos and Samanos widened their eyes.

A vertical tear appeared in the space behind the boy, expanding as he looked on. Despite the fiery figure emerging from the gap, it was evident that this couldn’t be Celeon, the Flame King of Spirit.

The speed at which the space was torn was unbelievable, and entities invaded from the gap in a blink of an eye. The lightning bolts that were accompanying the guy penetrated the boy’s body, and the scene turned into chaos.

Debris was strewn about as flames of unknown origin shot up, and the storms raged on with unyielding heat. Three crimson flashes darted toward those whose bodies were possessed by the Spirit Kings.

Bomos’s face was impaled by a spear, its tip crackling with a lightning energy that incinerated Samanos in a mere second. All of this occurred in quick succession, immediately following the boy’s brief scream, causing the entire earth to shake and flip over. It wasn’t until the red afterglow had descended to the ground and dust had been kicked up in all directions that he became visible once again.

He was in the air. With blazing wings, three red flashes, a fluttering cape, a golden chest plate, and a thunderbolt-laden spear in his right hand, his lightning-streaked appearance left no doubt in the minds of the orcs that he was the Demon who would bring the night, the one known as Doom Man.

Chapter end