The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 121

Chapter 121: Recoil

“Such power… No matter how much your body is capable of summoning a god, the recoil from that power must be tremendous. Moreover, you are forcing your brain to its limits in order to control that power. It’s reckless.”

Yomi pointed to his own head as he spoke, accurately describing my condition. He knew exactly what I had done to achieve simultaneous actions.

“You’re drawing out your brain’s latent power with the Eight Thunder Gods. It’s easy to say, but difficult to do, and what you’re doing could very well burn out your brain this very moment.”

Yomi, sword in hand, moved closer. At the same time, many corpses appeared from the Gate of Yomi. I fired weapons from my wings, scattering the corpses, and then clashed swords with Yomi.

“You won’t be able to keep fighting forever. The moment when you reach your limit is approaching with each passing second.”

Arms made of corpses shot out from Yomi’s armor and tried to grab me. I released lightning from my entire body, blasting Yomi away, but his body regenerated at a distance.

“Then I will simply wait until you tire. No matter how much power you wield, no matter how many times you try to crush me, you will never destroy me… I cannot be killed.”

Words of death flowed from Yomi’s entire body. I infused my twin swords with light and darkness and slashed through the approaching word spells.

“I am the concept of death itself. As long as there is life in this world, I will always exist. You can push me away, but you can never make me vanish… Even if you have the power to destroy the world, you will never erase me.”

The cold air from the Gate of Yomi was compressed and shot forward in a straight line. I summoned a light barrier to block it, but the cold air quickly enveloped the surroundings, forming a prison of ice in an instant.

“How much longer will it be, I wonder? Even if you somehow manage to endure beyond my expectations, I’ll wait for you to die—whether it takes a hundred years or a thousand years.”

I shattered the ice prison and broke free, only to see that Yomi had gathered the corpses and formed a giant spear. The spear pierced the air and aimed its sharp tip at me.

“Ugh!!”

I cut the approaching spear in two with my white sword. The light that extended from the blade reached Yomi, cutting him from his shoulder to his waist. However, the wound healed almost instantly.

“The Gate of Yomi is the same. No matter how much you destroy its outer shell, you can never destroy the gate itself. And as long as I exist, it can always be opened with just my will, no matter how many times it is sealed.”

Once again, corpses and Yomi’s soldiers gathered around the Gate. This time, the Gate formed the heads of four dragons and shot out blue-white heat rays from their mouths.

I dodged the heat rays, but the mountain behind me was gouged out by the blasts. Just after evading the rays, Yomi swung his sword. The moment I blocked it, the heat rays consumed both Yomi and me.

I corrected my posture in mid-air as I faced him. With the Gate of Yomi behind me, Yomi, having restored his body, glared down at me as if he were watching the world below.

“Waiting for you to burn out? For a god like me, that will be nothing more than a brief moment.”