The Lord Who Levels Up by Devouring - LLD Chapter 84: The Law of Betrayal (2) (Part 2)

Lyla shook her head lightly.

“You think I’d be scared of some Grey Masks?”

“I… didn’t mean it like that.”

“The Grey Masks are nothing. And they don’t even control the black market.”

“Then what do you mean…?”

“Baoless used to be the land of mercenaries, too dangerous even for the kingdom to touch. But now it’s a city of criminals. Why do you think that is?”

“Well…”

“There’s someone hiding behind the Grey Masks.”

Lyla’s red hair flowed gently down her shoulders.

“A monster beyond reason—one who wiped out the kingdom’s toughest mercenaries in an instant.”

Oil, fed to me by Isolde.
I gulped it down like a baby bird.

Isolde didn’t say a word.

Her face was hidden behind the ogre mask, so I couldn’t tell what she was thinking.
Not even Find Weakness [U] gave me any hints—

‘Guess it doesn’t work if the emotional fluctuation is small.’

It didn’t seem like an all-purpose skill.
Or maybe it just didn’t work well on Isolde.

In any case.

With the replenished calories, I was able to safely regenerate both my lost arms using Regeneration [B+].

But I still didn’t have enough.
Just as I was about to pull another oil can from my inventory—

KRRRRRRRAAAAAAHHHH—!!

An earth-shattering roar suddenly erupted.

A flame-wreathed dragon lit up the night sky of Baoless for a fleeting moment.

The sheer spectacle left the Visters stunned—if only for a breath.

KRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR──!!

The deafening roar, like a quake shaking the very ground, swept through the area. The Visters staggered and collapsed like branches caught in a violent storm.

The shockwave, powerful enough to rupture eardrums, tore through the air and expanded outward over Baoless. The Visters were slammed to the ground by its force.

“Aaaaaargh!!”

One Vister screamed, clutching his ears in agony. Blood trickled down as his eardrums burst. He lost balance and toppled backward.

The others fared no better.

Visters were hurled through the air, unable to withstand the shockwave. Some passed out as if struck directly in the head. Others slammed into walls and floors, crumpling on impact.

“Aaaahhh!!”
“S-Save me!!”

In an instant, pandemonium.

It was as if a bomb had gone off. The surroundings were a battlefield of shattered debris and howling voices.

The buildings had been reduced to rubble, leaving a clear view of the ruins district far from the black market. And there—something overwhelming could be seen.

The dark red mist gradually cleared—
A colossal form over 40 meters tall emerged.
Its skin had a texture like hardened rock.
The limbs were muscular, almost crudely fused like jagged boulders.

Twisted black-red patterns sprawled across its skin, and massive tumor-like protrusions jutted from its back.

It resembled tangled roots of an ancient tree, writhing in rhythm with the monster’s movements.

And then—
Its half-closed eyes suddenly flared red, blazing with fire.

“W-What… what is that…?”

Sarpedon, ark of the Black Grasp, was filled with terror and confusion.
A loud hum rang in his ears, blurring his vision. His legs trembled, refusing to support him.

Glancing around, he saw the Visters suffering one and all.
The Black Grasp, the Vister Alliance—even the Ashen Masks. Not a single one was spared.

Some bled profusely.
Others lay sprawled on the ground.

And all of this—

Was caused by a single roar.

Then suddenly—

The fallen Visters began to rise one by one.
And slowly—
Their eyes began to change.

“DIE!!!”

One Vister screamed, swinging his weapon at a nearby comrade.

“I’LL RIP YOU TO SHREDS!!”

More Visters followed, yelling and seizing weapons—
Weapons now turned on their fellow fighters.

“Kill them! Kill them all!!”
“KUHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Driven purely by instinct and blind rage, they stabbed and crushed each other without hesitation.

The sound of blunt weapons slamming into skulls echoed through all of Baoless.
Piercing screams split the air as blades tore through flesh.

Sarpedon’s mind froze.

He couldn’t think. At all.

The lingering echo of the roar still hung in the air.
Its destructive power swept through everything like a storm.

And with his psyche fraying at the seams—

“If you want to fight, fight. If you want to kill, then kill! This is the law of Baoless!!”

In a flash, the streets of Baoless were drenched in blood and chaos.

Elsewhere

A thunderous boom shook the air as if bones were being crushed.
Isolde and I staggered from the impact.

Snapping back to our senses—
KWAHHHHHHHHHH──!!

We saw black-red mist gushing like a waterfall from Iratum’s lower body, collapsed on the ground.

The mist clung to him and began to swell his body.
It grew, and grew—seemingly without end—until finally stopping at a height of nearly 40 meters.

“What is that…?”

Isolde wasn’t just surprised. She was horrified.
I felt the same. But my horror came from something entirely different.

‘It came back to life?’

…That makes no sense.

Because I’d seen the message confirming Iratum’s death. A translucent system window had appeared.

Sure, sometimes the system acts weird.

But it doesn’t lie.
Which means Iratum had, without a doubt, died.

‘So how the hell is this happening…?’

I swallowed my questions and activated Predatory Instincts [S].

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Name: Kraulgarr
Classification: Chaos-Class Abyssborn Elder Tree-Beast
Sex: Androgynous
Age: ????? years
Traits: Furyborn [?]

“Damn it!”

I clenched my teeth without realizing it.

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