Undying Warlord

Several Units of Berserk Mana were consumed to activate [Thunder Step] and [Second Acceleration] once again.

Despite having already been activated, the potency of Dilan’s Berserk mana overshadowed the ordinary mana, unleashing the terrifying strength of having mana with a potency twice as strong as usual.

[Thunder Step] and [Second Acceleration] became nearly twice as powerful as before, increasing Dilan’s Agility to above 200 Units.

Dilan’s body was not able to cope with the sudden increase in his Agility and as a result, blood trickled out of his pores.

Before he knew it, his skin was already covered in a thin layer of his own blood.

But Dilan didn’t pay any heed to himself, neither the pain that swept through his entire body nor the blood he was losing.

After taking a single step, he disappeared from his previous spot before appearing on the other side of the town, which was several hundred meters away.

His empty sky blue eyes looked at Mason as he put the body of the young man on the ground.

He then accessed one of his Penta Item Pouches and took a pinkish potion out of it.

It was a [Rejuvenating potion], another Bronze Tier-1 treasure that he had obtained from exchanging Bronze and Silver Tier-1 Essence crystals at the large gate.

He didn’t even hesitate before he carefully opened Mason’s mouth as he emptied the contents of the vial inside his mouth._-.

Dilan’s expression was stiff and he kept looking at the young man, who didn’t move even after he received the strongest healing potion they had gotten their hands on during the last few days.

‘He really is dead…’

That was the only thought flashing through Dilan’s mind as realization struck him.

He was at fault for the young man’s death. If he would have rejected Mason before leaving Rian, all of this wouldn’t have happened.

Mason would still be alive and he would have left the Sun temple by now.

Everything would be fine and everyone would be alive…

‘It’s…my fault that he died?’

Dilan’s mind was in chaos. He was not sure where the front or back was and had momentarily lost the ability to know what was right and what was wrong.

Death was nothing new for him but until now he had never been the reason for the death of someone innocent…

He always killed the scumbags, and numerous monsters. This was something Dilan could do without hesitation.

But being the reason for the death of someone innocent was something that had never happened before.

It broke something within Dilan as he was looking at the corpse of the young man. He had already stiffened and the only thing Dilan could do for Mason was to close his eyes.

Even giving him a proper funeral was not possible because they didn’t have enough time left.

Dilan knew that he needed to be back as quickly as possible to leave with the others so that they would survive.

He was not sure what was going to happen but it was something terrifying.

Not even being able to provide Mason a proper funeral felt wrong but Dilan’s mind had already lost the ability to think straight.

His rationality was slowly dispersing in the searing hot wind of the imprisoned Sun temple’s town.

Every nook and cranny was waving off the unbearable heat the walls of fire created.

Mason was dead, killed by the believers of the Sun temple… thus, the only fair trade Dilan could do was to avenge Mason as his soul would travel to the afterlife.

Dilan’s train of thoughts was messy and he barely remembered that he picked up Mason before moving him to the closest wall of fire by taking a single step.

Afterward, Dilan’s empty eyes turned fiery and were overflowing with killing intent as he gently placed Mason down in the blazing fire.

He had no idea why he wanted to burn Mason’s corpse. There was no reason for him to do so, however, his entire being screamed that he had to do so.

His mind had gone blank and he could do nothing save act upon his instincts without the desire to retaliate, Dilan’s actions were slow and filled with mysteriousness.

When Dilan had put Mason in the fire, his hands had already caught on fire and were burning brightly. He didn’t mind this at all, and circulated his Berserk Mana through his hands to extinguish the flames before he began to make numerous mysterious signs and gestures with his hands.

At this moment, he didn’t even realize that he was not himself, or that it was not him, who was moving his body but that something deep within his conscience had taken control over him.

He had not lost his senses but something else had merged with Dilan’s rage, it was his unbending wrath and his guilt.

Through this, he moved in certain ways he had never moved, did things he had never done, and stayed calm until Mason’s ‘funeral’ ended.

Thus, Dilan did not even notice what was going on as he began to speak various phrases in an ancient language he never heard of before.

“Young Warrior…May your courage be the fire of your soul.

May your charisma be the reason for your brethren’s ascension.

May your strength be the shield of the poor and powerless.

May your love never be lost in the hearts of your loved ones.

May the blood of your opponents exhilarate you on your path to the Gates of Nirvim

By the name of the God of Revenge, the Messiah of Carnage, and the God of Death’s Loved One, I swear to sacrifice the blood of your enemies in your name!

Warrior Mason…Rest in Peace as long as you can, for when you are done, I want you to overcome the trials of retribution and return to the Battlefield of Eons to brandish your Sword by my side!”

Dilan’s voice grew louder when he reached the end of his speech. Simultaneously, his hand was reaching out for Mason’s burning corpse.

He ignored the flames that burned his hand, and instead fully focused his attention on the young man, who had sacrificed his life not too long ago.

All of a sudden, a white glow shrouded Dilan’s hand. It spread over Mason’s chest and faintly engulfed his entire body.

Only seconds later, the corpse began to glow faintly before the body crumbled, turning in the ashes of the blazing flames.

Dilan’s eyes were still ice-cold and a murderous intent swept through his entire being.

He retracted his hand slowly, and looked at the scorched hand before he waved it once.

[Regeneration] had been activated without Dilan even realizing it.

He turned around and ignored the layer of boiling blood that covered his skin as a bloodthirsty aura shrouded his entire existence.

“I will kill you…all of you!!”

The Blazing Serpentine Blade had appeared in his hands once again. Dilan brandished it in a seemingly simple manner.

However, owing to his extremely high Agility which exceeded 200 Units right now, his arm’s movement was not something an ordinary Tier-1 existence would be able to perceive.

*Swish*

With a terrifying sound, the enlarged Blazing Serpentine Blade cut through the air, slashing the surrounding buildings into two pieces.

Following which, Dilan leaned forward a bit, his feet dug deep in the ground as he blasted in the direction of the mortal enemies he had to exterminate.

The moment Dilan dashed toward his opponents, a two-meter-deep crater was created at the spot where Dilan had been standing before.

He crossed several hundred meters in a single second though on the flipside his Stamina was being drained rapidly.

However, all of this was of little to no interest to him.

The only thought that flashed through his mind was simple.

‘If you kill one of my people…I will annihilate all of yours!’