The Player Who Returned From The Apocalypse

Chapter 275

[ Skill Nephritis level has reached MAX. ]

[ You can control death other than yourself. ]

[ The skill range is expanded. ]

[ Death recognition range is increased. ]

[ You can craft undead. ]

A series of system messages.

As Seongjin read this, he understood it through his body.

I understood what death felt like in the abstract.

It was as the blue knight said.

I didn't know when he first said that nephritis was death, but he seemed to know once he was on the verge of dying.

He is filled with the existence of death in his body and is assimilated into it. When he realized that he would die of rain when it all went on, and sent it out of his body, it became a form of skill called nephritis.

He let it go and he understood how to deal with it.

'Trying to die once, I guess that was the sound.'

It was only a short time, but thanks to the fact that I almost died, I found out.

The world is full of death.

To die means that the body is filled with death and assimilated into it.

Remnants, such as the remains of a corpse, are lumps of death.

That is why this world just before the end is full of death, and it was nephritis that shaped it.

Manipulating such a mass of death meant that I was free to either kill or live.

Hurricane, Hurricane-

Nephritis suddenly develops where Cain was.

Death is ubiquitous, so you can create it if you want and you can control it.

The generated nephritis chased after Cain, and some of them seized and besieged the location from which he escaped.

He desperately runs away. Unlike before, he could not easily extend his sword.

Others may not know because he knows the identity and power of this flame.

"It's the first time, and you're doing well."

shit-

Cain twisted the space to prevent the nephritis from approaching.

space break.

It is also used as an attack skill, but now it is used as a defense skill.

It was an applied skill that cuts out all the spaces connected to him now and creates an independent space.

No matter how mysterious the skill, if the space itself is not connected, it will not be able to attack.

A blue flame covered the distorted space right in front of it.

If you take it off, it will probably swallow you up.

'How dare you use skills on such a large scale. How did he get it back?'

No matter how bad the environment, I thought that it was serious and prepared for an attack.

No matter how much Sungjin Awakened from death, the power of his skills increased exponentially.

However, he has not yet attacked his skills.

I just put all the space within range with blue flames.

You cannot attack yourself with this.

Above all, he couldn't stop his attack either.

Hold the sword properly and slowly cut through the air.

The slash was finely divided into precise spatial movement and moved to the place where Seongjin's body was.

𝘳𝘢𝘢

there is a feeling

It was the same as the attack that had killed Seongjin before.

A number of servants that cut deep inside the body.

It was a fatal blow.

But that didn't make him happy.

'Why don't you avoid it?'

It must have looked tough before, but he had avoided the attack.

She was afraid of getting hurt, and in the end she nearly died from it.

Still, the reason I didn't avoid it was because there was no need for it.

quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-

Instead of blood, blue flames pour out of hundreds of wounds.

Now, the irreversible thing seemed to be completely immune.

No, the more you attack, the worse the situation will become. This was exactly the same as when I fought the previous blue knight.

He's like a Berserker who gets stronger the more he gets hit.

"Damn. Another attack..."

There were other capitals in mind, but it was already too late to put them into action.

There were too many blue flames.

Now he could only think of an escape route.

"Is the attack over?"

When Seongjin stopped Cain's attack, he spoke to him.

His defensive abilities were well checked.

Now it was time for him to attack.

And the preparation for it is already over.

- Mutation, Black Knight

- Magic, space control

The blue armor on Seongjin's arm changed to black. And the unknown characters engraved there shone.

incantation. It was a skill that was not used well except when moving to a distant place recently, and there was no urgent situation to use mutation.

This was because the skill used was vitality, not magic.

After obtaining almost infinite magical power, it was more efficient to use a skill through it.

But now the story is different.

The life force that escapes while using magic eventually accumulates as death, and all you have to do is take it out of your body.

Looking at it this way, I don't think it's a pairing skill.

'Infinite power is what you're talking about.'

Seongjin approached Cain and touched the distorted part of the space with his hand.

Then the distorted part began to slowly find its place.

He said that he neglected his magic skills, but it wasn't a trivial skill. First of all, since it is a higher-level skill of all magic, it can be done with magic and produces greater power.

If only the cost of life is continuously injected, it can be much more effective than magic.

Even if it was the highest level skill in the space world, it would not be pushed back.

"Haha. This really embarrasses me."

Cain said with a blank expression.

The space magic that was a long-term is breaking through. In terms of skill proficiency and lineage, she was superior to herself, but by paying a huge amount of cost to it, she was making up for it.

No, can you call that Cost?

Now, when you see that huge amount of blue flames emitting so much that you can't even see your body properly, doesn't it seem like you're creating something out of nothing?

"It's a body that killed a god of fame and wore that body, but you're being pushed around like this."

The space gradually opens.

Sungjin's hand is slowly coming in.

It seems unreasonable to escape through space movement.

As long as the opponent interferes with space like this, if he is interrupted while escaping through it, his limbs may become fragmented.

unable to escape.

Unable to defend.

cannot attack.

Now all you need is a skill to kill yourself.

A skill to kill a god.

But without asking, it was already visible.

If it was nephritis, it would be more than enough to kill God.

'Passed.'

all conditions are met.

I can't help but give it a passing grade.

"Still, we'll have to fight until the end."

- Weapon Awakened

visor-

Cain's weapon was split in two.

He held a sword in each hand and waited for Seongjin to approach.

You only have one chance.

Seong-jin takes his life at once, aiming for the moment that comes through the distortion of space.

No matter how much power you have to control death, if you die at once, the skill will not activate.

I didn't mean to do it like this.

Originally, I was going to surrender graciously when I got a passing score, but losing was not in my temper.

Count the numbers inside.

It measures the time until Seongjin arrives.

one two… .

"Three!"

quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-

It approaches quickly, cutting through the nephritis that comes in like a torrent.

Fire entered the body without burning it and killed the body.

Cain ignored it and approached Seongjin and swung his dual swords.

spatula-

And he could see his own sword cut off.

The nephritis was condensed and the sickle-shaped thing came out of the air and cut the twin swords.

And Sungjin calmly held up a new weapon.

A giant scythe, Death Side.

"Damn déjà vu."

𝘳𝘢𝘢

Seongjin swung his death side and slit Cain's chest.

It was just like when Cain first defeated Seongjin.

* * *

[ The duel target has been made incombatable status. ]

[ You have cleared the quest duel. ]

[ You can ask for anything you want from your duel target. ]

Seongjin read the system message announcing victory and looked at Cain who was lying down.

He thought he was wielding it slightly wrongly because it was a side-type weapon he was using for the first time, death side, but the condensed nephritis that protruded from it penetrated Cain's body.

It was still better than being hit head-on, but the surrounding nephritis had entered his body and prevented him from recovering.

"I lost."

Cain, who has now been mutated, spoke in his original tone.

As he fell, he looked up at the sky after a long time.

It was hard to see because of the blue flame, but the bright weather felt pleasantly better than I expected.

It's usually full of dust clouds.

When he turned his head, he saw two broken swords.

He had Awakened up the sword weapon that killed the god of space, but it was broken.

This also proved his offensive ability.

"It's already been delivered as a system message. It's out of combat."

"Oh, did you? I guess I didn't see it because I was out of my mind. Then, since the fight is over, can you help me get it up?"

"It should be."

Seongjin grabbed Cain's hand, which he had lifted hard, and pulled him up.

He gave him some treatment.

Starting with his clasped hands, nephritis erupted from his body and absorbed into the Death Side that Seongjin was holding.

Cain looked at it with his eyes wide open, then noticed that the scar on his body had disappeared and nodded.

“Really. Is it okay to become a healer now?”

"Yeah. I just learned it this time, so it's still awkward."

"Still, that's somewhere. Ouch."

Cain got up, and as he walked, he felt dizzy and collapsed.

Although her wounds healed, it did not restore her stamina or magic.

She said she had to get her treatment from Asa Bell.

"Yeah. Since you won, you should be rewarded first? All I can do is listen to you except to go to war."

"You're only talking about what you want. Please listen to that. Where is the power that is as good as you? If you look at the quest, it says that you will listen to everything?"

"Ah. Of course, I want to help too. But what if this doesn't work out the way I want it to? If I go, it'll only get in the way?"

"Are you not disturbing me?"

“Um… it’s long, so to speak…”

"Short, please."

Cain said, scratching her head as if in trouble for her.

"You know I killed a god, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Then do you know that I've been to heaven?"

"I would."

“Even then, there was a war there…”

Cain summed up her long story in one line.

"Actually, it was Mara's who wrote it when I was there."

“….”

Mara Papillas.

The power of the gods that Seongjin had as an enemy came out of Cain's mouth.

* * *

the top of the new realm.

Tahwajaecheon held a festival every day.

Drinking alcohol and coveting the body of the opposite sex.

She drank incense and drank for greater pleasure.

Sobbing drunk and drunk, the gods hugged each other and talked.

"Huh. This war is also a great victory, right?"

"Yes. Ares-sama made a bunch of pigeons on skewers."

“What would a guy with a lot of volume say. If you’re going to say something, you should catch Indra.”

"Ah. It's up to him after that."

"Haha. That's right. He took this side because of him."

"Really. Mara Papiyas-nim has been cast properly."

While they were drunk, they did not forget to praise a god.

The conversation had to end with his praises unconditionally.

He's so strict about it.

Mara Papillas.

He was the god who led this force and the ruler of this place.

If he didn't like him, he couldn't sustain his life, no matter how handsome he was.

That is why I had to keep an eye on him even during the fun festival.

'Why do you seem to be in a bad mood today?'

'right? I couldn't see you smiling at all today.'

'Someone please anyone.'

Seeing the more solemn expression on his face, the anxious gods looked at each other, and then a god approached him.

He was Dionysus, the god of wine, who was usually good at flattering.

"The god of the gods. Marasi. You look unhappy. Would you like me to drink my wine and relieve your worries?"

Dionysus poured the drink, and Mara, who sat on the great throne, took it.(Read more @ hotmtlnovel.xyz)

"Don't do that."

Mara drank the drink all at once.

The drink that Dionysus made himself was special. It was highly addictive and had a unique aroma and taste.

There was even a saying that a certain god sold his soul to get his drink.

Mara drank such alcohol every day.

To others, he seemed completely addicted.

'Huh. Then why don't you drink and be exhausted?'

Dionysus thought as he knelt down on his knees and smiled.

He was the one who usually listened to his story and distorted his words to escort Ho.

Now Mara will soon talk about anxiety, and based on it, she will get what she wants.

He can embrace the goddess he usually admires, and he can enjoy the envy of other gods.

While she was contemplating what to ask for, Mara's mouth opened.

She said, "I'm tired."

"Yes?"

"You're telling me you're tired of drinking."

Qwajik-

Mara got her up and crushed him with her large arms.

When he released his hand, his body was pressed flat and his blood was spilled and only the magic stone that hinted at his death fell.

"As you said, I drank your wine and killed you to relieve your worries. Don't blame yourself for dying."

As Mara spoke, she licked the blood from his hand.

'haha. she knew that He's a good guy.'

'He recognized me from the time he was flirting.'

'God is respected from afar. Do you use him as a mockery?'

The other gods saw it and laughed at it.

His conduct was not always good, but it was because it was like an annual event.

"Then. I must have eased my worries a little. The festival must have been ripe. I will order a new festival street."

"Oh. Did Brahmah move too? Just give me orders. I'll open a festival of blood."

"You're reliable. Onma. But that's a different story. It's just a story about a Beretta who died while selling my information."

"Oh, you mean that black mister who's been out these days? But what does that have to do with the festival?"

When Mara, his closest confidant, Onma answered well, she said with a sly smile.

"Humans had come to heaven."

When those words were finished, everyone shut their mouths.

The impact of these words was enormous.

It could only be said that he was a human, but considering the impact of the previous human entering this world, it was simply because he could not ignore it.

Onma asked the man's name.

"Are you Cain?"

"No. He's a different guy, but he's probably not related at all."

At Mara's words, Onma knelt down on one of his knees and said.

"Send me away. I will make sure to bring his body."

Hearing his loyal words, Mara smiled.

But she shook her head horizontally to the contrary.

"Aren't you at the next festival?"

The festival means war.

Even though we won this time, we don't know what will happen next.

He was the talent he needed.

Mara pointed to a corner instead.