assistirfilmes Chapter 38 You Are Not the Night Hunter
Chapter 38 You Are Not the Night Hunter
Wave Handler and Mimicker.
Turan tilted his head at these two titles he was hearing for the first time.
Could these possibly be names of bloodlines that hadn't manifested in him yet?
But if it was a combination of two bloodlines, it would mean he was of great house lineage...
[Will you enter?]
The question repeated.
At that moment, Turan realized the eyeball's gaze was directed at his chest and took out the holy relic, waving it to the side.
As expected, the gate's eyeball moved back and forth.
When he put it down, the voice spoke in a monotone.
[Error, Wave Handler, Mimicker, lost.]
It seemed Wave Handler and Mimicker weren't abilities Turan was born with, but powers that the original owner of the holy relic had possessed.
For some unknown reason, that door had combined them with Turan's bloodline in its judgment...
"What are Wave Handler and Mimicker? And what is this door?"
Instead of answering, the eyeball only looked down at him arrogantly with its eye as big as a water droplet.
Despite not even having eyelids, its contemptuous attitude was blatantly apparent.
Turan picked up the holy relic again and asked.
"Tell me about Wave Handler and Mimicker."
[Wave Handler, Type 1, underwater breathing, underwater body enhancement, fluid manipulation. Mimicker, Type 1, flow detection, absorption and mimicry.]
Indeed, it seemed to mean it wouldn't deal with anyone who didn't have four bloodlines.
Moreover, even with the holy relic, he had never felt like he gained abilities like underwater breathing or fluid manipulation - perhaps it only served as identification without being able to reproduce the abilities?
But the flow detection ability seemed to function, so there might be some way to use it...
"What are you?"
[Gate Spirit.]
As expected, this eyeball's identity was something like the librarian.
Though everything from its appearance to personality was far more inhuman in comparison.
While the librarian was only slightly different in emotion but otherwise no different from humans, this gate spirit felt much more rigid.
It was as if it only recited pre-determined content matched to questions.
"What is this labyrinth? What was it made for, and how do I escape?"
[Night Hunter's Labyrinth, becoming the Night Hunter by one with the correct four types slaying the leader, escape route opens upon slaying the leader.]
Becoming the Night Hunter - could it mean becoming a god?
Just as Turan's eyes widened in surprise at this unimaginable story, the eyeball embedded in the door suddenly started spinning in place.
Its low, thick voice became increasingly distorted.
[Error.]
[Hunter, Pursuer, Wave Handler, Mimicker.]
[2 types error, Shadow, Alchemist, absent.]
[4 types satisfied.]
[Error, does not match Night Hunter's types.]
[Labyrinth opening error?]
[Error, cannot close, internal personnel remaining.]
[Unauthorized personnel entry.]
[Contact creator.]
[Error, creator absent.]
The gate's eyeball started spouting incomprehensible words on its own.
Just as Turan took a step back at the dangerous atmosphere, suddenly the eye's iris split vertically and glared at him sharply.
[Self-judgment. Labyrinth leader deployment, instruction, eliminate remaining internal personnel.]
With those final words, the door opened by itself, and a monster inside was caught by the holy relic's senses.
It was as if some barrier that had been blocking something had disappeared.
'That is...'
Judging by the silhouette visible beyond the darkness, it looked similar to the other monsters except for being about twice as tall.
The difference was in the amount of magical power flowing inside.
Even at a glance, it felt like it had over ten times the powerful flow of its kin.
The giant monster, the labyrinth's leader, staggered to its feet and spoke to Turan.
[You]
[Are not]
[The Night Hunter]
[Fakes]
[Must die]
A woman's voice echoing.
It was exactly the same as the auditory hallucination he had heard when first entering this place.
The moment he confirmed the opponent was hostile, Turan immediately threw the stone he had prepared.
A strike with sufficient magical power infused while spinning it several times.
The attack that could instantly pierce between the eyes and instantly kill ordinary monsters was deflected with a dull sound.
'This much?'
He immediately tried throwing both a fireball and lightning bolt, but these too were insufficient to inflict effective damage.
Though it seemed to have reduced its magical power slightly, indicating some damage was done, it was far from enough to take its life.
The monster took large strides forward while giggling.
[That tickles]
It seemed this one too, like its relatively smaller kin, possessed overwhelming physical abilities compared to its magical power.
Realizing he had no chance one-on-one, Turan immediately turned and fled.
[Stop right thereeeee!]
Thud, thud, heavy footsteps accompanied the roar.
Despite having gained quite some distance while invisible, the large monster was charging toward him with huge strides.
Meaning it could clearly recognize his position.
That attack range was beyond what everyone had thought.
"Kuhek-"
"Ubo!"
"Lord!"
Ubo, the noble of healing bloodline, and Galten Rosmund, the lord of Banipel, each had their chest and abdomen pierced.
Seeing this, Ferga's group also hurriedly launched counterattacks.
The chakram filled with tremendous magical power sliced through the right forearm flesh holding the two, and a long arrow struck between its eyes.
Flames hit its chest, and a giant arrow of light pierced its neck.
But the monster ignored all attacks harming its body and brought the two people caught on its hook claws to its saw-like teeth, crunching and swallowing them.
[■■!]
Delicious!
As the meaning of those words transmitted, Ferga's group trembled in fear.
The enemy before them was clearly equal to the mythical-grade magical beasts they had only heard about.
A being that might appear once every few decades, that only experts at the level of house heads or just below could face...
"Wh-what do we do, Ferga!"
"We can't escape anyway! Attack!"
With his shout, he threw the chakram, and the metal disc curved to dig into where it had previously sliced the giant monster's arm.
With the power of the magical power contained within, the chakram dug into the flesh and continued rotating without stopping, grinding away at bone.
A loud grinding sound rang out before a crack, and a huge chunk of flesh fell.
"It worked!"
"As expected of Lord Ferga!"
Rejoicing at having inflicted effective damage for the first time, the nobles launched successive attacks.
Though their attacks weren't as effective as Ferga's, they were enough to steadily chip away at the magical power moving the body.
[□■□!]
That hurts!
With a sharp cry, the left arm flew in again.
Ferga realized the opponent was targeting him and quickly launched his body diagonally.
His cousin brother was in that trajectory.
"Br-brother-"
"Sorry!"
Even while using his cousin as a shield, there wasn't a trace of guilt on Ferga's face.
He threw the chakram again, but this time the monster raised its left hook claw to defend as if refusing to fall for it again.
His cousin brother who had been impaled on the body was directly hit by the chakram and his body was split in two.
"Uooooh!"
At that moment, the noble of Berserker bloodline roared and struck the monster's shin with his huge axe.
A bloodline ability that gained tremendous physical abilities at the cost of losing reason.
Combined with the power of the heavy magic device, the shin was dented and one of the monster's knees buckled.
"We did it!"
"I! Crushed the bastard's knee-"
The celebration was brief as with a boom, the Berserker noble's body flew several dozen meters and disappeared into the darkness.
The enraged monster had kicked him with its other foot.
Only the masterless axe rolled pitifully on the ground.
[□■■□■!]
The battle afterward was like a tug of war.
The giant monster that had lost mobility from its injured leg staggered while swinging its hook claws, and Ferga's group dodged by throwing their bodies here and there while counterattacking to chip away at its stamina.
The inconvenient part was that even during this, small monsters would occasionally rush in, preventing them from fully focusing on hunting the large monster.
Though fortunately, some of the small monsters that rushed in would suddenly turn their gaze to empty air or collapse weakly.
It was assistance from some invisible person, but the battle was too intense for anyone to notice this fact.
"Huff, hah..."
After ten-plus minutes, Ferga looked around while realizing he had little physical or magical power left.
He alone survived.
The others had all met their end either pierced by the giant monster's hooks or ambushed by other small monsters.
Outstanding nobles who would never fall behind anywhere had died like dogs in this unknown space.
'Just what are you doing, and what does this have to do with becoming house head?'
Ferga recalled his grandfather, the godlike head of House Zahar.
If he hadn't listened to his words, he wouldn't have fallen into this hell or lost his friends and vassals...
Even if he survived and escaped from here, he was practically eliminated from the succession competition now.
The relatives of those who died here wouldn't look kindly upon him.
No matter how much he developed his individual abilities, how could he engage in political competition after losing all supporters?
No, none of that mattered.
First he had to survive this place...
"Ah..."
Perhaps from losing too much blood, the moment he staggered from dizziness, hook claws pierced his body.
Blood surged from inside his throat and flowed down his lips, perhaps from internal injuries.
In the moment he sensed death, the monster that had pierced him rolled its eyes as if seeing something else.
[□□□!]
'Fake Night Hunter?'
Why was it looking at - no, who was it speaking to in empty space?
Just as he thought this, a human figure appeared in the previously empty air.
A young man in somewhat exotic traveler's clothing.
The weapon in his two hands was very familiar.
It was the huge, heavy battle axe that could only be used by those with bloodlines specialized in physical combat, like the Berserker bloodline vassal who had followed Ferga.
The gray-haired young man easily swung that heavy weapon and buried it in the battered giant monster's neck.