Salvos

Chapter 608: Worldwalker

608. Worldwalker

Samuel could hardly comprehend Tricos words. Even though the voice echoed in his head, waiting expectantly for his response, he couldnt understand it in the slightest. He was being asked to kill a Worldwalker?

No, no, no.

Trico continued, reading the Lesser Demons thoughts. Samuel jerked back in surprise.

Thats not what I was asking I was asking if you ever wondered what its like to kill a Worldwalker.

He stared at the empty space that was Tricos face. Even as Via held the other Worldwalker up, slowly crushing his neck, there was no change in that expansive darkness. Like a deep void, it drew Samuel in.

Weakly, he nodded where he lay.

Of course you do! Seeing us Worldwalkers come and go, flying across the sky and doing whatever we want must get irritating, right? So do me a favor, will you?

Trico spoke without a hint of pain in his voice, even as his skin started to crack. A tear ripped its way through his body, starting from his neck where Via was strangling him. While her mouth was covered, it was evident from the way her many eyes thinned that she was grinning, enjoying crushing the other Worldwalker.

Samuel tilted his head, waiting for his next directives. And it came with a surge of strength.

S t a n d.

It was like the dying Lesser Demon was suddenly healed. His wounds still remained, but he was compelled to move. He rose to his feet, empowered by the simple word.

Trico continued.

P i c k u p t h e w e a p o n.

Samuels gaze snapped to the weapon poking out of the ground. He marched up to it slowly, engulfed in an agonizing pain. The hole in his chest only worsened, opening up and spilling more blood. He grimaced, but he bit back the pain, doing as he was told.

He picked up the three-pronged spear, holding onto it with both his hands. It almost seemed to burn him reject him. But for whatever reason, after a moment, it accepted his grasps. Trico nodded approvingly, even as the cracks continued to spread across his body.

Good good

The Worldwalker turned his head to Via as she laughed. Her grip only tightened.

Whats wrong, Trickster? Are you out of quips? Not going to make another joke? Or are you actually terrified, knowing that youre going to die here!

She snarled at him as he continued to squirm. But he didnt look at her. His gaze was focused only on Samuel.

The Lesser Demon took a step forward, then another, and another. He trudged down the crater on wobbly feet, nearly tripping on his own legs. Somehow, he managed to remain upright, even as he stumbled up to the two Worldwalkers. He approached Via from behind as she unknowingly continued to strangle her opponent.

Trico was close to death, Samuel ascertained. It was almost like the Worldwalkers entire body was going to burst open. He kicked his legs at her, each strike to her abdomen sending ripples in space. But she didnt budge. She continued to laugh sadistically.

And he finally responded to her question.

Well, I dont have anything left to say, except for one thing

He spoke to her his voice no longer just echoing in Samuels mind. Trico held the other Worldwalkers gaze as he nodded simply.

K I L L H E R!

And Samuel lunged forward as Vias many eyes blinked.

I protested as I scowled.

I just dont know what it means in this context.

Well, frankly-speaking, but Worldwalkers tend to get a little bit unhappy when you kill one of their own. So they tend to retaliate.

The Devils eyes glinted as he spoke. I blinked a few times.

Wait, I thought you said there was no cabal of Worldwalkers? Why do they care?

There isnt a single, unified cabal of them, as I said. However, do you not have any loyalty to your own kind? When you hear one of your own is hurt by another, would you not be upset about it?

Um, not really?

I scratched my cheek, and my dad sighed.

Well, youre a bad example. But your companion over there understands, doesnt he?

Haec cocked his head as I turned to face him. He slowly nodded, looking back towards the Devil.

I do, I think.

Exactly.

Sal grinned as he snapped his fingers. He strode back away from us, facing the crimson sky.

Of course, they werent going to outright reduce our world to dust. They cant just do that other Worldwalkers would stop them. Or even the Arcaem Itself would intervene.

My eyes flickered when he mentioned that name. I had heard it before. Belphegor had mentioned it too. I wanted to question my dad about it, but he continued.

So we readied ourselves. I raised an army, and Trico traversed to the other planes. He prepared us for war. He was our leader, even though he was a Worldwalker. He told us that he would help save us from our worlds demise.

I narrowed my eyes, raising a hand.

Belphegor told me the Worldwalkers simply left the Nexeus before the corruption even arrived. He never mentioned anything about a war.

Because Belphegor didnt know anything about the war.

Sal replied simply. He lowered his gaze, and a shadow was cast over his face.

I lied to Belphegor. And it was not just him. I lied to everyone in my kingdom. I told them I sought to create a better world for their future. Perhaps, in a sense, I was telling the truth. But they knew nothing about Trico. Nothing until it was too late.

I furrowed my brows, still confused. I was trying to piece together what that meant. But I didnt get it.

What do you mean by that? That makes no sense! Werent you preparing for a war? How could Belphegor miss the fact that you fought off the Worldwalkers from the Nexeus?

I pointed at my dad, and he raised his head. He laughed wildly as I stared at him with a frown.

Because, you see, my dear daughter, we did prepare ourselves for war. But no Worldwalkers ever showed up to the Nexeus ever again.

He spread his arms wide, shaking his head.

The battle between the gods of our world the highest-leveled amongst the planes against those who could traverse the multiverse it never happened. And it was all thanks to Trico.