Chapter 228
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Chapter 228
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Ivar thought.
Who is the man in front of him?
Was it the leader who fought together on the battlefield, Ted Redymer?
Or is it an unidentified monster who has taken over his identity?
Because of his clouded mind, he couldnt make a clear judgment.
No matter how much he squeezed, twisted, and bent, it didnt seem like it would end until the end.
But didnt he use Ted Redymers unique techniques, including the salvation ritual, emitting the same atmosphere and energy as him?
I feel like hes possessed.
But deep down, he hoped it was the leader.
No, it had to be.
So that his testament would have meaning soon.
Please come over here.
Fortunately, he slowly approached Ivar without turning away.
Ivar wanted to stand up, but he didnt have the strength to move a finger.
Hoo, wheeze.
He lay down and coughed up a foul-smelling breath.
His body felt cold like it had fallen into the Arctic Ocean, yet hot like it had been thrown into the desert sun.
He might stop breathing within ten or twenty minutes if left alone.
Ten minutes should be enough.
He had already abandoned regrets in life.
There was only one reason he was holding onto consciousness.
Ivar looked up at him and opened his mouth.
For this request no, to demand a deal, an explanation was needed first.
A woman named Adria is held hostage by Theo. And my son too.
The Hero looked down at him without saying a word.
It was a face that showed no hint of what he was thinking.
There was no hint of anger at daring to make a request.
Ivars eyes trembled slightly.
I guess you guessed it. The fact that I have a family is probably unknown to anyone.
Its obvious. There arent many reasons for someone who had their homeland burned by the demons, slaughtered their tribe members, to collaborate under the demons.
After a moment of silence, the Hero asked calmly.
Do you have any regrets?
Ivar made a pained expression and nodded.
It was to protect someone precious.
Adria.
She was an outsider who had been stranded in the Great Mountains.
Since the moment he first met her until now, forcibly separated by Theo.
Ivar loved her with all his might.
He was willing to break the custom of unconditionally marrying tribe members as the successor of the tribal chief.
The sweet honeymoon ended in ruin just two months later due to the invasion of the demon army, but the memories had supported Ivar until now.
It couldnt be replaced with anything else.
He knew he would be condemned by everyone for his betrayal.
But at that time, he had no other choice.
By betraying once and twice, he had become irredeemable.
Ivar looked up at the Hero with a pleading expression.
I am a sinful villain, but she my son did nothing wrong. Isnt it the duty of a leader to protect the weak? If theres a chance to save them, please
The Hero interrupted him.
Still, his voice was devoid of any emotion.
I only ask one thing, Ivar.
Ask.
Did your betrayal truly serve them?
Ivar answered incredulously.
Of course. If I hadnt betrayed, my son Adria would have been torn apart and died. Do you think I, who had my homeland burned by those bastards and had my tribe members massacred, wanted to collaborate with them? I hate those bastards more than anyone! Dont deny that.
But the Hero only shook his head firmly, despite his fervent protest.
No, your betrayal was selfish for yourself.
As Ivar was about to retort with a grimace, the Heros lowered eyes looked down at him.
It was a gaze that allowed no dissent.
As much as they were precious to you, they must have cherished you too. Am I wrong?
But!
Who hopes for a loved one to live a life of harming and deceiving humans on the side of demons, no matter what bond they build?
It was the moment when Ivars words faltered.
I ask you again, Ivar. Did you really betray them for their sake?
I No!
Or was it for yourself? Were you afraid of losing yourself, fearing the loss of someone precious?
The harsh question shattered Ivars rationalization.
Ivar was about to say something more, but closed his mouth with a miserable expression.
The Hero murmured softly, looking at him.
Sometimes, theres a fate worse than death. Both you and your family seem to have experienced it.
His words seemed to touch a nerve in Ivar.
What do you know What right does a monster like you, who sacrifices everyone under the guise of justice and fairness, have to say such things?
A monster like me?
Commander of the Demon Armys Second Division The Elder of Loss, Theos demonic energy can be sensed.
The Hero consciously suppressed the rapidly rising tension.
He has no real body.
His main body was defeated while fighting the Allied Forces in the First Dungeon.
Some kind of avatar?
The Hero quickly checked his mana levels.
Mana was slowly accumulating, but he was far from ready to fight properly.
Fortunately, it seemed that the creature had no immediate intention of attacking.
Well Its been a while.
The old man bowed to the Hero and then stood in front of Ivar.
Despite Ivars blind struggles and protests, Theo casually began to speak.
Traitors betray again when they are in danger. Did you really think I wouldnt take any measures? Youre too naive and foolish, Ivar.
Ivar couldnt respond properly because of the hand emerging from his mouth.
But there was deep despair in his expression.
Did he think his wife and child were in danger once his betrayal was exposed?
His eyes seemed to plead for a moment before dropping.
Theo tapped Ivars chest with his staff and spoke.
By the way, Ivar. Let me ask you one last thing.
Guh, guh
Did you really believe everything was just a coincidence? Seriously?
It was a cruel mockery in a highly pleasant tone.
Did you truly believe that your meeting with Adria was fate? That the shipwrecked beauty just happened to stumble upon your tribe deep in the mountains and fell into a destined love with a barbarian like you? Did you truly believe that even the demon army attacking the tribe a few months later was just a coincidence? Did you really believe that?
There was no way to know if those cruel words were true right here and now.
But after a brief silence, Ivar let out a scream unlike anything before.
Scream-
But his outburst of anger and regret ended quickly.
Bang-
Ivars body burst like a balloon.
Under the pouring blood, the old man who had been standing still turned his crimson-stained eyes towards the Hero.
The Hero looked at the scene with sunken eyes.
In this way, evil always lurked deeper and stickier than human cognition.
It wasnt surprising that a collaborator was like this.
Iris of Laplace commented on Ivars death.
The scorch marks disappeared with the blood.
Salvation Ritual: The Fifth Ritual, Horizon, is now fully open.
Understanding of the recorded figure: Ivar Waitanka deepens.
But the Heros eyes didnt linger on those things.
His gaze remained fixed.
Theo slowly pointed his staff at the Hero.
Such extreme resentment makes for good ingredients for curses. Ivar left quite a legacy.
A disturbing and chilling aura emanated from around them.
But there was no change in the Heros expression.
The disgust and anger he felt now were too overwhelming to be frightened.
The culprit of most of the misfortunes he had experienced and witnessed over the past year or so was right in front of his eyes.
The Hero raised the Black Hope, pointing it at Theo.
The power of paradox weighed heavily in the air.
I will make sure you pay for this.
The old man flashed another eerie smile.
Im looking forward to it.
As the curse energy clustered around him and poured toward the Hero, Theos avatar disappeared from the main clearing.
Woo-
With the curse energy penetrating his body, the Hero moved forward without hesitation.
The destination was where Ivars body, drenched in blood, lay.
There, on the sticky ground, characters were carved with fingers.
The handwriting was so poor, as if written by a child, but it was still readable.
The Hero read it aloud.
I am not alone la.
Just as he was about to write a name, he met his death.
The sentence was cut off there.
The Hero recalled the recent communication.
[Boss, see you soon!]
[Introduce us to your disciples too!]
[Arent they technically our juniors!?]
[Wow, its been a while!]
Preparation seemed necessary.
Another traitor.
Looking back, clues to its identity were already slowly accumulating.
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Chapter 228
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Ivar thought.
Who is the man in front of him?
Was it the leader who fought together on the battlefield, Ted Redymer?
Or is it an unidentified monster who has taken over his identity?
Because of his clouded mind, he couldnt make a clear judgment.
No matter how much he squeezed, twisted, and bent, it didnt seem like it would end until the end.
But didnt he use Ted Redymers unique techniques, including the salvation ritual, emitting the same atmosphere and energy as him?
I feel like hes possessed.
But deep down, he hoped it was the leader.
No, it had to be.
So that his testament would have meaning soon.
Please come over here.
Fortunately, he slowly approached Ivar without turning away.
Ivar wanted to stand up, but he didnt have the strength to move a finger.
Hoo, wheeze.
He lay down and coughed up a foul-smelling breath.
His body felt cold like it had fallen into the Arctic Ocean, yet hot like it had been thrown into the desert sun.
He might stop breathing within ten or twenty minutes if left alone.
Ten minutes should be enough.
He had already abandoned regrets in life.
There was only one reason he was holding onto consciousness.
Ivar looked up at him and opened his mouth.
For this request no, to demand a deal, an explanation was needed first.
A woman named Adria is held hostage by Theo. And my son too.
The Hero looked down at him without saying a word.
It was a face that showed no hint of what he was thinking.
There was no hint of anger at daring to make a request.
Ivars eyes trembled slightly.
I guess you guessed it. The fact that I have a family is probably unknown to anyone.
Its obvious. There arent many reasons for someone who had their homeland burned by the demons, slaughtered their tribe members, to collaborate under the demons.
After a moment of silence, the Hero asked calmly.
Do you have any regrets?
Ivar made a pained expression and nodded.
It was to protect someone precious.
Adria.
She was an outsider who had been stranded in the Great Mountains.
Since the moment he first met her until now, forcibly separated by Theo.
Ivar loved her with all his might.
He was willing to break the custom of unconditionally marrying tribe members as the successor of the tribal chief.
The sweet honeymoon ended in ruin just two months later due to the invasion of the demon army, but the memories had supported Ivar until now.
It couldnt be replaced with anything else.
He knew he would be condemned by everyone for his betrayal.
But at that time, he had no other choice.
By betraying once and twice, he had become irredeemable.
Ivar looked up at the Hero with a pleading expression.
I am a sinful villain, but she my son did nothing wrong. Isnt it the duty of a leader to protect the weak? If theres a chance to save them, please
The Hero interrupted him.
Still, his voice was devoid of any emotion.
I only ask one thing, Ivar.
Ask.
Did your betrayal truly serve them?
Ivar answered incredulously.
Of course. If I hadnt betrayed, my son Adria would have been torn apart and died. Do you think I, who had my homeland burned by those bastards and had my tribe members massacred, wanted to collaborate with them? I hate those bastards more than anyone! Dont deny that.
But the Hero only shook his head firmly, despite his fervent protest.
No, your betrayal was selfish for yourself.
As Ivar was about to retort with a grimace, the Heros lowered eyes looked down at him.
It was a gaze that allowed no dissent.
As much as they were precious to you, they must have cherished you too. Am I wrong?
But!
Who hopes for a loved one to live a life of harming and deceiving humans on the side of demons, no matter what bond they build?
It was the moment when Ivars words faltered.
I ask you again, Ivar. Did you really betray them for their sake?
I No!
Or was it for yourself? Were you afraid of losing yourself, fearing the loss of someone precious?
The harsh question shattered Ivars rationalization.
Ivar was about to say something more, but closed his mouth with a miserable expression.
The Hero murmured softly, looking at him.
Sometimes, theres a fate worse than death. Both you and your family seem to have experienced it.
His words seemed to touch a nerve in Ivar.
What do you know What right does a monster like you, who sacrifices everyone under the guise of justice and fairness, have to say such things?
A monster like me?
Commander of the Demon Armys Second Division The Elder of Loss, Theos demonic energy can be sensed.
The Hero consciously suppressed the rapidly rising tension.
He has no real body.
His main body was defeated while fighting the Allied Forces in the First Dungeon.
Some kind of avatar?
The Hero quickly checked his mana levels.
Mana was slowly accumulating, but he was far from ready to fight properly.
Fortunately, it seemed that the creature had no immediate intention of attacking.
Well Its been a while.
The old man bowed to the Hero and then stood in front of Ivar.
Despite Ivars blind struggles and protests, Theo casually began to speak.
Traitors betray again when they are in danger. Did you really think I wouldnt take any measures? Youre too naive and foolish, Ivar.
Ivar couldnt respond properly because of the hand emerging from his mouth.
But there was deep despair in his expression.
Did he think his wife and child were in danger once his betrayal was exposed?
His eyes seemed to plead for a moment before dropping.
Theo tapped Ivars chest with his staff and spoke.
By the way, Ivar. Let me ask you one last thing.
Guh, guh
Did you really believe everything was just a coincidence? Seriously?
It was a cruel mockery in a highly pleasant tone.
Did you truly believe that your meeting with Adria was fate? That the shipwrecked beauty just happened to stumble upon your tribe deep in the mountains and fell into a destined love with a barbarian like you? Did you truly believe that even the demon army attacking the tribe a few months later was just a coincidence? Did you really believe that?
There was no way to know if those cruel words were true right here and now.
But after a brief silence, Ivar let out a scream unlike anything before.
Scream-
But his outburst of anger and regret ended quickly.
Bang-
Ivars body burst like a balloon.
Under the pouring blood, the old man who had been standing still turned his crimson-stained eyes towards the Hero.
The Hero looked at the scene with sunken eyes.
In this way, evil always lurked deeper and stickier than human cognition.
It wasnt surprising that a collaborator was like this.
Iris of Laplace commented on Ivars death.
The scorch marks disappeared with the blood.
Salvation Ritual: The Fifth Ritual, Horizon, is now fully open.
Understanding of the recorded figure: Ivar Waitanka deepens.
But the Heros eyes didnt linger on those things.
His gaze remained fixed.
Theo slowly pointed his staff at the Hero.
Such extreme resentment makes for good ingredients for curses. Ivar left quite a legacy.
A disturbing and chilling aura emanated from around them.
But there was no change in the Heros expression.
The disgust and anger he felt now were too overwhelming to be frightened.
The culprit of most of the misfortunes he had experienced and witnessed over the past year or so was right in front of his eyes.
The Hero raised the Black Hope, pointing it at Theo.
The power of paradox weighed heavily in the air.
I will make sure you pay for this.
The old man flashed another eerie smile.
Im looking forward to it.
As the curse energy clustered around him and poured toward the Hero, Theos avatar disappeared from the main clearing.
Woo-
With the curse energy penetrating his body, the Hero moved forward without hesitation.
The destination was where Ivars body, drenched in blood, lay.
There, on the sticky ground, characters were carved with fingers.
The handwriting was so poor, as if written by a child, but it was still readable.
The Hero read it aloud.
I am not alone la.
Just as he was about to write a name, he met his death.
The sentence was cut off there.
The Hero recalled the recent communication.
[Boss, see you soon!]
[Introduce us to your disciples too!]
[Arent they technically our juniors!?]
[Wow, its been a while!]
Preparation seemed necessary.
Another traitor.
Looking back, clues to its identity were already slowly accumulating.
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Chapter 228Translator NightProofreader GunJoin our Discord for release /invite/dbdMDhzWa2Ivar thought.Who is the man in front of him?Was it the leader who fought together on the battlefield, Ted Redymer?Or is it an unidentified monster who has taken over his identity?Because of his clouded mind, he couldnt make a clear judgment.No matter how much he squeezed, twisted, and bent, it didnt seem like it would end until the end.But didnt he use Ted Redymers unique techniques, including the salvation ritual, emitting the same atmosphere and energy as him?I feel like hes possessed.But deep down, he hoped it was the leader.No, it had to be.So that his testament would have meaning soon.Please come over here.Fortunately, he slowly approached Ivar without turning away.Ivar wanted to stand up, but he didnt have the strength to move a finger.Hoo, wheeze.He lay down and coughed up a foul-smelling breath.His body felt cold like it had fallen into the Arctic Ocean, yet hot like it had been thrown into the desert sun.He might stop breathing within ten or twenty minutes if left alone.Ten minutes should be enough.He had already abandoned regrets in life.There was only one reason he was holding onto consciousness.Ivar looked up at him and opened his mouth.For this request no, to demand a deal, an explanation was needed first.A woman named Adria is held hostage by Theo. And my son too.The Hero looked down at him without saying a word.It was a face that showed no hint of what he was thinking.There was no hint of anger at daring to make a request.Ivars eyes trembled slightly.I guess you guessed it. The fact that I have a family is probably unknown to anyone.Its obvious. There arent many reasons for someone who had their homeland burned by the demons, slaughtered their tribe members, to collaborate under the demons.After a moment of silence, the Hero asked calmly.Do you have any regrets?Ivar made a pained expression and nodded.It was to protect someone precious.Adria.She was an outsider who had been stranded in the Great Mountains.Since the moment he first met her until now, forcibly separated by Theo.Ivar loved her with all his might.He was willing to break the custom of unconditionally marrying tribe members as the successor of the tribal chief.The sweet honeymoon ended in ruin just two months later due to the invasion of the demon army, but the memories had supported Ivar until now.It couldnt be replaced with anything else.He knew he would be condemned by everyone for his betrayal.But at that time, he had no other choice.By betraying once and twice, he had become irredeemable.Ivar looked up at the Hero with a pleading expression.I am a sinful villain, but she my son did nothing wrong. Isnt it the duty of a leader to protect the weak? If theres a chance to save them, pleaseThe Hero interrupted him.Still, his voice was devoid of any emotion.I only ask one thing, Ivar.Ask.Did your betrayal truly serve them?Ivar answered incredulously.Of course. If I hadnt betrayed, my son Adria would have been torn apart and died. Do you think I, who had my homeland burned by those bastards and had my tribe members massacred, wanted to collaborate with them? I hate those bastards more than anyone! Dont deny that.But the Hero only shook his head firmly, despite his fervent protest.No, your betrayal was selfish for yourself.As Ivar was about to retort with a grimace, the Heros lowered eyes looked down at him.It was a gaze that allowed no dissent.As much as they were precious to you, they must have cherished you too. Am I wrong?But!Who hopes for a loved one to live a life of harming and deceiving humans on the side of demons, no matter what bond they build?It was the moment when Ivars words faltered.I ask you again, Ivar. Did you really betray them for their sake?I No!Or was it for yourself? Were you afraid of losing yourself, fearing the loss of someone precious?The harsh question shattered Ivars rationalization.Ivar was about to say something more, but closed his mouth with a miserable expression.The Hero murmured softly, looking at him.Sometimes, theres a fate worse than death. Both you and your family seem to have experienced it.His words seemed to touch a nerve in Ivar.What do you know What right does a monster like you, who sacrifices everyone under the guise of justice and fairness, have to say such things?A monster like me?Commander of the Demon Armys Second Division The Elder of Loss, Theos demonic energy can be sensed. The Hero consciously suppressed the rapidly rising tension. He has no real body. His main body was defeated while fighting the Allied Forces in the First Dungeon. Some kind of avatar? The Hero quickly checked his mana levels. Mana was slowly accumulating, but he was far from ready to fight properly. Fortunately, it seemed that the creature had no immediate intention of attacking. Well Its been a while. The old man bowed to the Hero and then stood in front of Ivar. Despite Ivars blind struggles and protests, Theo casually began to speak. Traitors betray again when they are in danger. Did you really think I wouldnt take any measures? Youre too naive and foolish, Ivar. Ivar couldnt respond properly because of the hand emerging from his mouth. But there was deep despair in his expression. Did he think his wife and child were in danger once his betrayal was exposed? His eyes seemed to plead for a moment before dropping. Theo tapped Ivars chest with his staff and spoke. By the way, Ivar. Let me ask you one last thing. Guh, guh Did you really believe everything was just a coincidence? Seriously? It was a cruel mockery in a highly pleasant tone. Did you truly believe that your meeting with Adria was fate? That the shipwrecked beauty just happened to stumble upon your tribe deep in the mountains and fell into a destined love with a barbarian like you? Did you truly believe that even the demon army attacking the tribe a few months later was just a coincidence? Did you really believe that? There was no way to know if those cruel words were true right here and now. But after a brief silence, Ivar let out a scream unlike anything before.Scream- But his outburst of anger and regret ended quickly. Bang- Ivars body burst like a balloon. Under the pouring blood, the old man who had been standing still turned his crimson-stained eyes towards the Hero. The Hero looked at the scene with sunken eyes. In this way, evil always lurked deeper and stickier than human cognition. It wasnt surprising that a collaborator was like this. Iris of Laplace commented on Ivars death. The scorch marks disappeared with the blood. Salvation Ritual: The Fifth Ritual, Horizon, is now fully open. Understanding of the recorded figure: Ivar Waitanka deepens. But the Heros eyes didnt linger on those things. His gaze remained fixed. Theo slowly pointed his staff at the Hero. Such extreme resentment makes for good ingredients for curses. Ivar left quite a legacy. A disturbing and chilling aura emanated from around them. But there was no change in the Heros expression. The disgust and anger he felt now were too overwhelming to be frightened. The culprit of most of the misfortunes he had experienced and witnessed over the past year or so was right in front of his eyes.The Hero raised the Black Hope, pointing it at Theo. The power of paradox weighed heavily in the air. I will make sure you pay for this.The old man flashed another eerie smile. Im looking forward to it.As the curse energy clustered around him and poured toward the Hero, Theos avatar disappeared from the main clearing. Woo- With the curse energy penetrating his body, the Hero moved forward without hesitation. The destination was where Ivars body, drenched in blood, lay. There, on the sticky ground, characters were carved with fingers. The handwriting was so poor, as if written by a child, but it was still readable. The Hero read it aloud. I am not alone la. Just as he was about to write a name, he met his death. The sentence was cut off there. The Hero recalled the recent communication. Boss, see you soon! Introduce us to your disciples too! Arent they technically our juniors!? Wow, its been a while! Preparation seemed necessary. Another traitor. Looking back, clues to its identity were already slowly accumulating.Translator NightProofreader GunJoin our Discord for release /invite/dbdMDhzWa2
