Chapter 197 Rot in hell
Only three seconds were remaining on his duration of [Second Acceleration] and there were still ten enemies left.
With a single slash, he killed the last ordinary Ligrav and Rasnian before he emerged in front of the last two hunters.
Dilan killed them with bloodshot eyes before he spun around using all his might to slash at the last Eternal Guard.
Unable to evade Dilan’s attack even after using all his remaining mana to erect a wind-fire shield through the use of a Tier-1 ability, the Eternal Guard was cut.
A deep gnash with a depth of more than five centimeters tore through his chest, making his ribs stick out.
It was a disgusting sight but Dilan didn’t even flinch as he moved his arm rapidly.
In a single second, he slashed at the same opponent more than ten times, ending the Eternal Guard’s miserable life.
With that everyone on the ground had been defeated. Dilan could perceive only one remaining living being.
“Now it’s your turn, bitch!” He growled while dashing upward.
He shot up the Sun temple’s stairs in a single second, wanting nothing more than to slash at her and end her life.
However, even before he could touch her, several layers of protective garments unveiled themselves in front of him.-.
Four layers of the shield were put over another, easily blocking Dilan’s attack.
A fireball emerged next to Dilan a moment later, exploding the moment he neared it.
Showing no sign of hesitation, Dilan activated [Gale].
He disappeared once again and emerged 10 meters behind Priestess Brashta before he blasted toward her in a swift motion.
Simultaneously, the Blazing Serpentine Blade had returned to its longsword form. It was still engulfed in fiery flames and it glowed brightly as Dilan pierced out with it.
Using the majority of his remaining Berserk Mana, except a few Units, Dilan had activated [Mana Slash].
But instead of following the usual pattern to attack while using [Mana Slash], this time Dilan made use of the Blazing Serpentine Blade and issued a rapid and straightforward attack.
Moving the shield in less than a second was not possible for the Priestess.
In fact, it was not even possible for her to react under normal circumstances. However, owing to her sensitive mana detection, she could clearly detect where Dilan was going.
Even without her sensitive mana detection, Dilan’s bloodlust might be all over the place, but it was still concentrated at the location where he was.
His bloodlust was more than enough for her to determine where he was located. Thus, the Priestess was able to manifest new shields and use various treasures to protect herself.
Yet, owing to the vast amount of mana she had already used for the previous defense, it was impossible for her to manifest a perfect defense.
Her eyes widened in shock the moment she saw the white beam of concentrated mana, which was blasting out of the tip of the longsword Dilan wielded.
It was shrouded in a bloody reddish hue and contained all of Dilan’s emotions.
The Berserk Mana turned the seemingly simple Mana Slash into a destructive attack that was powerful enough to pierce through the Priestess’ shields.
Dilan’s attack was weakened drastically but it still pierced through the shields before impaling the Priestess, who coughed blood the moment the razor-sharp and burning blade punctured her lungs.
‘What?…no…that cannot be…’ She wanted to scream. However, the pain spreading through her body all of a sudden was too strong for her to be able to speak.
All of a sudden, her abdomen erupted in fire. She tried to stop the bleeding in her body by burning the wound but it was impossible. Dilan’s blade was still stuck in her. The Priestess felt a sudden wave of weakness sweeping through her body.
It was impossible for her to remain standing as her legs caved in. The Priestess slumped to the ground though her gaze never left Dilan.
At that moment, she noticed that Dilan coughed up blood as well. His body began to shiver, and Dilan noticed that his entire body felt cold.
Blood began to trickle down his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth and he felt as if his bones were turning to jelly.
[Second Acceleration]’s effect had worn off, and so had [Thunder Step]’s.
When he pierced through the Priestess’ body, Dilan could also sense that his bloodlust was slowly diminishing. His wrath and frustration were still apparent, but the effect of [Berserk Mana] had worn off as well.
The last remnants of the Berserk Mana in his body were used to activate [Regeneration], healing Dilan’s critical condition.
He wanted to take a step forward to take a closer look at the miserable state of the Priestess, but when Dilan tried to approach her, he noticed that he was currently not able to move his legs.
They were in the worst condition, and his sword-arm looked no better.
The skin all over his legs and his sword arm was covered in angry blisters and wounds, his clothes were drenched in his own blood. Dilan knew that his Health had decreased rapidly and that he wouldn’t survive even a single blow if someone were to attack him.
However, no one was left alive to attack him. Everyone was dead, and the ground around him was littered in corpses, killed by him without mercy.
Dilan should have felt remorse for killing the younger Ligrav and Rasnian. However, he knew that they had also been trained to kill, to expand the influence of the Sun temple with all their might, even if it was necessary to kill others.
As such, he didn’t feel bad. Everyone, who was ready to kill others should expect to be killed as well. In fact, they had taken part in killing Mason by attacking Dilan and Mason with their fireballs and wind blades.
That was why Dilan didn’t feel the slightest bit of mercy, pity or remorse and killed every single Ligrav and Rasnian around the Sun temple!
After two minutes had passed, Dilan noticed that he was finally able to move once again. He was still breathing heavily, and could barely manage to stay conscious.
If not for his unbending will, he would have long since collapsed, during the fight against the Sun temple’s followers, to be precise.
Ignoring all the pain, Dilan switched the arm with which he was holding the Blazing Serpentine Blade as his emotionless, cold sky blue eyes stared in the depth of the Priestess’ eyes.
“You should be happy that I don’t have enough time to torture you…I would gladly torture you in the name of Mason, the young and brave man, you mercilessly killed!!” Dilan spat out before retracting the weapon.
However, instead of leaving the dying Priestess alone, he slashed out a few times.
Yet, instead of using his rapid speed, Dilan’s slash was slow…eerily slow, to the extent that even an unleveled human would think that his slash was just a wave.
However, that was not something Dilan was worried about. He was extremely exhausted, to the extent that he could fall asleep for an entire week, right here and right now.
But that was not feasible. He had to force himself to stay awake and finish the things he had started.
With each of his slow slashes, one of the Priestess’ body parts was cut off.
Her hands and feet had been cleanly separated from her body but the Priestess was not able to scream as Dilan’s serpentine blade suddenly stuck into her mouth.
Dilan’s eyes were ice-cold as he looked at the Priestess, who was in unbearable pain, yet, unable to move.
She looked at him in fear and utter desperation, not believing what was currently happening.
She, a priestess of the Sun God Valgard, was currently being butchered as if she was just a piece of meat.
The Priestess knew it…she was fully aware that Dilan didn’t even think of her as highly as being worthy of consumption as meat. Her value was not even equivalent to a speck of dust in Dilan’s opinion.
Thus, her fear was genuine and she let out a blood-curdling scream the moment the tip of Dilan’s sword sunk deeper in her throat.
/when she saw a cold smile on the young man’s face, Brashta knew that her struggle was futile. She had seen cold murderers more than often enough in her short life.
However, comparing Dilan to cold and merciless murderers was not possible…merciless murderers were not like Dilan…not as frightening as the young man, who was standing above her, looking down at the Priestess as if she was the most disgusting existence in the entire Universe.
He was exhausted, his entire body was covered with the blood of his enemies and the blood his body had expelled, but he still stared at her with ice-cold eyes that could freeze even the hottest desert as he opened his mouth slowly.
“Rot in hell…and never dare to be reborn again, otherwise, I will find you…and kill you over and over again…”
A moment later, Dilan slashed out with the Serpentine Blade, beheading her.