Galaxy's First Ruler

BOOM!

Tomislav fired his bazooka at the area in front of him, covered by thousands of Rare Vine Crawlers, and blasted them to smithereens.

They had been running for an hour after their encounter with the wolf Crawler. The mist had become denser. And aside from a few stray Undead, no other deadly beast had attacked them so far.

The Viscounts were strangely quiet throughout their journey. They kept staring at the purple-haired beauty and then at Tomislav. It was quite clear what they had been thinking.

With the Demonic Purple Death by his side, this bazooka couldn't be the trump card of Tomislav. It made little to no sense.

"My Lords, just a few minutes more and we will reach our destination."

Tomislav shouted as he blew away the ashes of the Crawlers.

"That didn't take long."

Viscount Rayko commented as the rest of them caught up with Tomislav.

"Haha! I would be the lousiest adventurer if I didn't even know how to bypass the time-consuming areas. Don't forget, it's just the third level, a playground for Rare Ranked Dreamers."

Despite the vastness of the levels, the transportation points were quite near to each other. If one knew of the paths, then it was only a few hours to a day's worth of travelling to reach the next level. But if someone got lost amid this seemingly straight path, then one could spend their lifetime walking towards the mountain-like tombstone and yet not find it.

Houu!!!

The sound of gurgling water reached their ears before they could see its source. For the first time, a howling gust of wind hit their faces. The air that was saturated with the smell of death felt like having a salty taste in it.

Tomislav aimed the bazooka over his shoulder at the sky and fired a Mana Cannonball. The red-blue cannonball went like a laser and vanished, leaving behind the sizzling mist.

BOOOM!!!

The delayed blast let out powerful shockwaves, sending away the jammed up mist around them.

The group looked up as the flash from the blast died down. To the sky and beyond, they saw a rocky tombstone, towering over an immeasurable chasm. From the chasm, the gray mist was coming out like puffs of smoke.

Even more terrifying was the sound of rushing water, like a flood, that could be heard originating from the depthless grave. No Viscount or even Count could dare to think of surviving or swimming in that water.

"Hurry!"

Tomislav narrowed his eyes and urged the two viscounts.

The group kept walking on the muddy path which seemed to end at the chasm's edge. But just a few hundred before that edge, there was a small grave. And on the grave's tombstone, there was an ordinary statue, shrouded by a pillar of yellow light.

It was a sculpture of a swordsman.

There was a mask on the face of the man, having a single curved horn protruding out from its side. Two lines ran down from the corner of the mask's eyes to its jaw. And a circle on the mask's forehead was distinctly visible.

The swordsman had a Katana in his hand, raised against the heavens, on the verge of cutting the world down. And countless hair-like threads were hanging down from the butt of this sword.

But the most bizarre was the robe on the swordsman's body. It tickled the nerves of whoever saw it, which even the devil-like mask couldn't. The robe was like a transparent layer of rock over his naked body, yet it also felt like a veil covering up some deep secrets behind it.

This was the statue they had been searching for.

"The God of White and Black."

Viscount Rayko muttered under his breath. A hand pressed down on his shoulder, making Rayko look to his left. On his side, Trifon also had an unbreakable conviction in his eyes.

"Tomislav! There are people behind the Dungeon."

Berb's shout made the pair of uncle and nephew narrow their eyes. Tomislav chanced upon the murderous look on the two viscounts' faces as he came back to talk to Berb.

"How many?"

Tomislav asked as the group gathered up around him.

"15…"

Berb gave a brief look to Rayko and continued.

"… 3 Viscounts, 5 Barons, the rest are Recordless."

A frown came upon Tomislav's face. He looked at Christin, who was still playing with the purple pup and then at the chasm. The sound of an entire sea rushing towards them wasn't pleasant at all.

"Let's try to talk with them first."

Tomislav suggested and turned around, but Trifon had already pointed his finger towards Christin.

"Oi, Coward! Send that Demon and be done with it."

Tomislav's steps faltered. He clenched his teeth and his blue eyes shined with emerald color. Berb's hand again reached towards his pocket, but then Tomislav kept on walking without looking back.

Viscount Rayko shook his head and followed Tomislav.

"Fuck!"

Trifon cursed and gave a mean look to Berb before following his uncle.

There were many tents propped up behind the grave. Tomislav's eyes met with 5 men sitting outside one of the tents.

"The Soprano Brothers?"

"Tomislav!?"

The five brothers stood up, and Tomislav got a good look at them. Two of them had lost one of their hands, and all had one or more grievous injuries over their bodies. There was a deep fear in their eyes upon recognising him.

"Tomislav, remember your promise to our family's head. You are not to attack any of us for 30 years."

"Oh yeah? And how would he get to know?"

The five brothers took a step back simultaneously, seeing the evil smile on the blue-bearded man.

"What's this commotion about?"

A shout came from another tent as a man walked out. He had a green greatcoat hanging loose over his naked upper body and there was a fiery-red bird tattoo on his chest.

Tomislav's eyes stared gravely at the tattoo as voices came from behind him.

He turned around and found the two viscounts also staring at the bird tattoo. The burly man dropped his coat as his eyes came into contact with the rose insignia on Rayko's chest pocket.

"Fucking Hell!"

Tomislav's face crumbled as Rayko and the tattooed man lunged at each other, making him curse out loud.

Fire-Water, Heaven-Earth, and God-Devil were nothing compared to the animosity between the Kingdoms of Divine Beast and Swordless.