Chapter 50 – Don’t Even Deserve My Passage of Legend
Translator: Erothur
Editor: Deus Ex Machina
Eros notes: Hmm, I’ve been translating 石柱 as ‘stone pillar’ but it seems better to be translated as ‘stone monument’ as it is more proper to be used as the seal center rather than a ‘stone pillar’. The chapter before will be corrected later.
Deep inside the village, there was an altar on a clearing surrounded by the mountains. In the center of the shrine is a stone monument from which a deadly miasma that can kill even a dragon who carelessly approached, is brimming out endlessly.
The miasma seemed to be getting more distorted and crooked over and over again like it was showing the twisted nature of the evil dragon.
The ominous jet black miasma was sealed inside a barrier yet it was still coiling around the stone monument as it seemed to expand and cover the whole village.
A few dragon shamans were holding up the barrier so that the miasma won’t be released from the barrier and bring disaster to them. They were working together to support the barrier and everyone was desperately trying to hold on the barrier with their own lives at stakes, but they can’t hold out for much longer. Even from a glance, Renya can tell that they were ignoring their own fatigue and keep on pushing their limit to hold the barrier. Their limits were nearing.
Yet despite the desperate situation the dragons faced, Renya walked leisurely towards the stone monument.
He walked forward with an imposing aura behind and his steps were firm. His face doesn’t show the face of a challenger ---- it was the face of subjugator instead.
One of the dragon shamans finally realized Renya and his party’s appearance and in a panic, tried to warn them not to advance further.
“H-Halt! I don’t know who you are but it is dangerous…”
“Ah don’t worry, we will be alright. We already heard the situation. Floria, what do you think?”
“No problemo~~ I can hold out this barrier by myself, yes sir!”
“Is that so? Then I’m sorry but today you will work backstage. You don’t mind right? I will get back as soon as I can so hold the fort okay?”
“Hoi hoi~, well then up we go~!”
Floria paced towards the barrier then she held her hand up lightly overhead and released her divine powers just big enough to swallow the whole barrier and put it under her control. The situation around the barrier a second ago was like a fierce fighting between the barrier and miasma where sparks of fire would ignite on many spot on the barrier’s surface. Yet, when Floria undertook the task and re-cast the barrier herself, the momentum is fully tilted towards the barrier in an instant.
The dragon shamans suddenly felt that the pressure they received from holding up the barrier was gone and they fell limply on their butts absentmindedly from where they stood just a second ago. The weaker ones who was already exhausted beyond their limits just fell unconscious on the spot.
The female dragon shaman who tried to warn Renya and his party just a moment ago was bewildered by what happened in a moment before her eyes so she couldn’t help asking him.
“E-excuse me…… But what are you guys actually……?”
“I’m sorry but I have no time to explain that. Just ask Ard’hel-san who will come after shortly. Well then, everyone, let’s go!” [Editor Notes: Fucking shit Renya you motherfucker. Answering just ‘I Am A God!’ would have made your life easier instead of saying that shit.]
“““Yes””” Brenda and the other girls replied solemnly to Renya’s call. Renya then leisurely walked forward and entered the barrier.
Because they have entered the area polluted with the miasma, he had steeled himself for any harmful effects that the miasma might bring them especially the girls but the air inside the barrier isn’t that much different from the air outside. Even Elvira whom he thought would get the most negative influence from the miasma wasn’t even affected in the least. Renya simply felt that things had gone too much anticlimactic.
“Renya-sama’s status as a god seems to have risen And Floria-san seems to be influenced by that power too.”
“I know the reason but, I think that Floria’s case is another matter unrelated to it. I bet she’s just somehow managed to forcefully overpower the miasma with her own strength without even needing any influence from my power”
In Renya’s mind, he could even imagine Floria saying something like ‘for this kind of squeaky part? Do it with a whoosh! Then for the other part give it a wheeze!’ when holding down the miasma from outside. He just can’t drive away that imagination from his mind. But then again, if Floria heard this, then he have a bad premonition where she would definitely get mad and protest that she won’t say anything roughly like that.
While they approach the altar enshrining the stone monument, they talked about their battle plan only for a little but they mainly only talked leisurely among themselves.
Reaching the stone monument, Renya saw a guy sitting on the ground leaning his back into the stone monument stretching his legs lazily. His eyes are tightly locked onto Renya and his party.
He had a messy and unkempt light brown hair. He also had a pair of bad looking eyes. With his eyes and hair combined, that guy really looked like an ill-mannered hoodlum. He is just too different from Elvira and if someone said that the guy is not a dragon, Renya might even believe it. Did he really came from the same clan as Elvira?
“What? Who the fxxk are you people…… Wait, Oi Oi! Isn’t that Elvira coming for me? Heh heh”
He does not only look like a hoodlum, he also speaks like one. Renya’s impression of the guy dropped even lower in his mind, he could see the qualities of a small fry more clearly. Well, his assessment for the guy is already low to begin with.
“Fiord, I already thought of you as imprudent, but now you have fallen so low as to desecrate the evil dragon seal. Just what are you thinking doing such a dangerous thing?”
“Duh~ do you even need to ask? I’m gonna steal this shxxty evil dragon power and using that, I will forcefully make you mine!”
Even his way of thinking is that of a hoodlum. When things get too standardized like this then even Renya and his party are made speechless. Mistaking their silence as fear, Fiord is getting even more excited with his speech
“It will be soon…… I will then raze this annoying village to the ground! And then I will have you, who had humiliated me so much in the past, cry loudly while I ravish you, HAHAHA! Just get yourself ready fobuWARGH!?”
Fiord continues boasting his plan with triumphal attitude but before he finished saying the last part, a high speed light bullet flew towards him, hitting him on the cheek, then exploding with the power of a slap. Moreover with a bit time lag, the bullets hit him alternatively from the left and right sides of the cheeks knocking him to the opposite direction each time making it look like he was getting hit by a series of slaps.
And the shooter was surprisingly not Renya. The shooters were actually Therese and Brenda. Renya had decided from the start to ignore the guy completely. The two girls were willing to hear what he has to say first but if they judge that it was just a waste of time then they will immediately attack just as how Renya told them in the fighting plan.
“I don’t have time to hear your small fry speech about borrowing other’s power to fulfill your desire. Let me tell you, if it meant making my women happy then I will not spare any effort and it is my principle is to solve bothersome things right away”
“The fxxk are you saying……?”
Fiord then tried to intimidate Renya who clearly looked down on him but is ineffective. Most of the normal human would definitely trembles in fear under a dragon’s glaring but, Renya is not a normal human. He is a god. After all, he is just a small fry who only used his power from birth to oppress other weaker beings so Renya can’t even feel afraid.
“There are still other important problems to deal with so let’s get this done fast. Brenda, Therese, with your power now, you should be able to beat this small fry dragon without breaking a sweat. Go get him!”
“Of course. Even if you don’t say anything I will still hit him with my full power”
“I don’t like this kind of crude people desu!”
Therese who does not needing to charge anymore attacked immediately, and shot out a barrage of light bullet rain in rapid succession. Fiord who had been lying lazily in the floor is unable to react to the barrage of attacks and became like a sandbag getting pulverized.
Therese then managed to hit Fiord from a very precise angle and she successfully blew him off the air. After that, Therese kept shooting Fiord from a lower angle to keep him dancing up in the air like a broken puppet without letting him fall to the ground. Therese had successfully done the juggling trick shot to him.
“Ouch, wa, stop, y, you, fxxker!”
He can only speak incongruous words from being juggled like a ball, fully under the control of Therese’s light bullet and the shock from each hit made him unable to continue his speaking. Everyone witnessing the scene couldn’t help but to admire Therese’s high skill in using her gun. Maybe from her concentration to not drop the ball, her gaze unknowingly started to turn cold and sharp unlike that of her usual cute angelic expression. Renya felt that this side of Therese looks dependable but at the same time, scary as well. Well, so as not to let others feel his confusion, he just continued replying to the juggling ball instead with a negligent tone.
“Who’s gonna wait for you? In the first place I don’t have any intention to have a chat with a guy like you who knows that his enemies are coming yet still lazily sat around laughing carelessly. When you can defeat your enemy, do it immediately. That is the ironclad rule of war”
Remaining steady still like a mountain, Renya crossed his arms and gave Fiord a mocking gaze.
In his back, Brenda finally finished constructing her magic rune formula.
[Freezing], [Blizzard], [Condense], [Crush], [Extreme Winter]
It was a composite magic of 5 nodes of runes.
Author Notes:
The chapter story is just how the title describe.
Therese’s juggling shot is coming from a person who is familiar with the night street where the catchphrases would be [how about you lick on some mud!] and a nice guy who drop a dance at the player laughter and the girl who loves thick make up and owns a withered land.
Therese action would become like those in that game eventually (Therese: WHAT?)
Eros Notes: Anyone know? I think it was Wild Arms but not sure...
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