Divine Heritage: Only I Can Judge The gods-Chapter 48: A Dead Man’s Revenge

Immediately Ark opened his eyes, he couldn’t hold himself back. He puked out the entire contents of his belly, retching as he remembered how he had just died.

Cold sweat appeared on his face, slowly trailing down to his nose and onto the grass.

Dying was not easy, with each death it felt as though a part of him was getting ripped away, it was like he was progressively getting lost.

A pleasant breeze blew past him, making him look around.

Once again, Ark had woken up in an entirely new terrain, he turned around but he couldn’t spot Silver anywhere.

Her chair was still there but she was gone.

"Up here!"

Ark raised his head up and saw Silver sitting up on the branch of a tall tree, watching him from above.

"Nine minutes! You actually lasted nine minutes!"

He sighed, he was six minutes short...

This time they were in a meadow, with multiple beautiful flowers dotting the landscape, it was a shame that this was about to become a battlefield once more.

Ark sat down on the grass floor, taking in the scent of the flowers and the chirping of the birds. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Console, Mission status."

[—:Mission Notification:—]

[Task: Survive 15 Minutes in the white room]

[Task Type: Training]

[Task Duration: 4:21...4:20]

[Quest Rewards: Complete Recovery]

[Quest Failure: Temporary Restrictions on Primary Artifact]

’Four hours...’

He had four hours to figure this out.

Ark had picked up a lot from the marauders, from their battle style to their strategy and yet he could not beat them because there was no way to break their cooperation.

They were far too efficient when they worked together and he was not strong enough to take them alone.

’Maybe I can just prolong my fight with the first wave?’

If he could spend as much time as he could on them then maybe he might just survive long enough...

Ark was sure the Silver would have arranged the challenge in a way that he could not exhaust the entire time on them but at least he should be able to save some time.

But as for them marauders...

The answer finally clicked in his head and Ark rose to his feet.

"Ready?" Silver asked while swinging her feet.

"Yes."

Once again three black spots appeared on the floor. As usual, Ark rushed at the first one, decapitating it before it could fully materialize.

He fought the two for some time, eventually slaying the second one and splitting the third in half.

Now, it was time for the waiting game.

Ark Picked up its sword and scabbard, handing it on his waist and stood beside the creature.

Once he saw the stomach of the creature trying to regenerate, he brought down the axe upon it, severing its body once more.

Then he waited again, watching the time as he did.

Each time it would attempt to regenerate, Ark would crush its body. As a result, there was now far more blood and gore than what should have been possible for three beasts let alone one.

"A cowardly but smart tactic, I like it," Silver said from where she sat.

"Battle is not always about strength alone is it?" he asked just as he swung his axe once more, spilling blood.

"Wouldn’t have said it better myself."

After some time, new shadows appeared on the floor, his time was up.

He stared up at the timer just before decapacitating the marauder at his feet.

[7:30]

He was already close to his last time...

’Alright, let’s do this.’

Last time he made the mistake of letting them surround him, this time he had to be quick on his feet.

Ark rushed forward, slicing apart the first marauder in half just as it emerged from the portal and pressed the attack on the other one.

He violently moved his axe around, the weight of the weapon ushering it with speed as he cut through the marauders.

A marauder rushed at him from the side, mid-swing, hoping to cut him off but instead, Ark let go of the axe like last time.

The axe flew with devastating force, knocking all the marauders in its path to the side.

He quickly unsheathed his sword and jumped to the side, only managing to get a flesh wound across his chest.

Ark unleashed a flurry of blows on the marauder as well, paying it back. And then he batted its sword to the side and dove at the marauder, curing around its body until he was at its back.

Snap!

He twisted the neck of the marauder and lifted it up, using its body as a shield as the swords came flying.

In total, there were seven marauders left, just like last time.

His axe was already in his hands as he tossed the body to the group, running behind it and jumping to the side just in front of them.

Clang!

Ark gritted his teeth as his axe clashed against two swords, unleashing a spark.

He moved backward ready to flee but the marauders swiftly changed their tactics, they all lunged at him like wild animals, ready to rend his flesh to pieces.

They had gone on a full offensive strike.

Ark had no choice but to jump back, as another sword cut through his side mid air.

As he was landing, the marauders were already there waiting to meet him with their deadly blade.

He felt something hard rock against his gut, but he didn’t dare buckle, not while almost getting surrounded by them.

Ark ducked as a black sword whistled past his head, but there was another one waiting for him below as well.

He screamed as the blade cut tight though his left eye, stumbling back and pressing onto his eye with his felt hand.

Blood was gushing out of the wound, showing no signs of stopping.

As a marauder hoped to take advantage of this, lunging to take the kill, a sword flew straight at it, burrowing deep into its skull.

Ark stared at them, blood dripping down his eyes and his face contorted in rage.

"That is my best feature, damn it!"

Placing his axe on his shoulder, Ark moved in a way that was ingrained in his very soul.

He twisted his body to the right, allowing the right of the axe to rest on his shoulder and then brought down the weapon in one massive strike.

Although he tried to reduce the intensity, Ark still felt his bones crumble under the weight of the blow, his chest tightened and his muscles were drawn taunt.

A blood vessel exploded in front of his very eyes, spraying blood out of his arm.

And yet he pushed the axe forward, his one remaining eye locked on the marauders in front of him.

Just as a blade was inching close to his neck, and another charging straight at his skull—

"First Form, DRAGON STRIKE!!"