Hero Creator: The Last Hero
Ch. 8 — Black Horizon

Blue and black and white moved fused with the wind, clashing with each other wildly, madly and senselessly. Smaller blue light has a higher agility than black and white light. Yet great power was clearly an advantage on the other party.

"..."

In silence, Amatsumi Rigel draws out the power that resides within her with the blazing, burning, tumultuous blue rune shape and creates a dilemma about the empty feeling she feels.

The strength he gained from the journey took a hundred years of training. A power he achieved by killing those 'it' people and absorbing their power for himself to use personally.

He had killed those who were arguably friends, a group of people who fought with him conquered hell. A bunch of dead people who end up in that place, a bunch of people who end up right in his hands.

Regrets certainly exist. His strength came from the lives and energies of the many people he had already killed gathered and strengthened that power. The Power of the Void, Void.

"Whatever you do, humans can never oppose Gods!"

Like a deaf man, he is not in the least disturbed by very idiotic words. Claiming to be a God, yet so painstakingly killing humans, is truly the worst joke in the world.

The dragon— Acnologia catapulted an unstable ball in no small amount. Its power sucks all physical forms into an unstable ball of light and dark that chases each other.

In those tens, they were scattered to various places, but the goal remained with Rigel. Those energy balls closed all the way even the gaps to prevent a path of escape for him.

Rigel silently floated on the spot, completely indifferent to any form of threat that approached him.

But in reality, none of him considered a threat approaching him. It was precisely for him that it was a bunch of wheat that wanted to feed him and become more and more growing. If the more it grows, the stronger it is, the stronger it is, the more invincible it is.

He who extended his right hand released some of the power he had stored. His power was so great that it swallowed the entire array of energy that approached him. The entire swallowed energy melted into mana which he would use to defeat him.

"Thank you for the food..."

Rigel licked his lips as if he had just eaten a five-star delicacy. It seemed to provoke the wrath of Acnologia and the next thing out of it was simply—

"Too presumptuous, disrespectful, motherfucker, dammit and scoundrel, apparently. Not even death can free you from lies!"

—words that he does not care about, worry about or useful for his future. It is just a dirty, trashy word that has no benefit or benefit to life.

"As great as a scum who can only have a big mouth without knowledge, you are just a stupid dog that barks to threaten for fear of being threatened..."

Immediately his figure flickered and gave a kick towards his face. He used the backs of his legs because he might be able to throw them away.

However Acnologia would not be so stupid as to let any wound land on him again. Enough already with his hand being crushed, although it could regenerate, the humiliation of his name if it continued to receive wounds.

He let his claws hold the kick, while his mouth opened wide and breathed out a light that felt quite hot.

Rigel kicked the air to get away, took two bazookas from his storage and fired them nonstop. Acnologia hit him, for him all the explosions were like mere germs and had no major impact on him.

Rigel threw the bazooka and crossed his arms which accompanied the giant Mana Hand and protected his entire body from the sharp claws of Acnologia. A millisecond late can make his body mutilated without him noticing.

"If you want to fight mechanics in boxing, I can confidently accept it!"

He smeared both his hands with mana and teleported behind him. He sent out the Mana Hand with his left hand and threw the Void Of Destructive along with the Mana Hand.

Acnologia rotates clockwise by sending out slashes followed by shadow blades that fly and cut off Rigel's attack. It was evident that his every move and attack was nothing in vain.

Immediately, they fused with the wind and exchanged attacks in a speed beyond that of ordinary humans.

"Material Buster!"

"Roaarrrwwwrrr!"

The black flame breath with light clashed, throwing all physical forms of objects around them and destroying the surrounding area became increasingly destroyed.

Amatsumi Rigel, someone from another world who was summoned and earned the title of Hero, is now fighting for the future of a world that is not his birthplace. Although his intention was only to protect those he loved, the other benefit he had was to save the world.

Acnologia, the dragon that rules darkness and light, enslaves its own race and leads dictatorially. With his strength and ego, he intends to subdue all life under his rule and eliminate those ugly existences.

Two people with very opposite goals face each other with the aim of eliminating one of them. Winners and losers cannot be ascertained, which is only a loser and the goal will be destroyed.

"Where to Hand: Hand Of Midas!"

A gigantic Mana hand formed and slapped Acnologia deep into another battle. Rigel creates dozens of missiles and fires them at the thrown Acnologia.

Acnologia ignores a series of attacks that damage his skin and angrily heads towards Rigel and—

"Fuck, shit! Yamikari Territory: The Black Horizon..."

—eternal darkness envelops the world. Silence, a world without color other than darkness, all the senses he had died. Heaven and earth were uncertain, the wind did not even touch his skin.

"..."

His body could not be felt, yet he could make sure he was there. He was breathing, yet did not feel breathing, he was just there, as if his consciousness and body were in different places.

Bang out!

The pain hit his body strongly. He crashed strongly, but did not hit, landed, crashed, even fell or flew.

"Khaha! Be tormented and die in this place, MAN!"

Cruc!

Sensing the impact of the claws on his chest, Rigel spewed blood from his chest and stomach. The pain hit very strongly, something in the form of a curse burning his flesh slowly painfully.

Warm liquid flowed out, he knew that his body was injured quite badly, coupled with a curse that was burning his flesh slowly.

"Ergh...! Territory Void!"

Without going long, he shortened the recitation of the spell and destroyed the Territory of Acnologia. Because his pronunciation was shortened, his strength was not as strong as usual so his Territory was destroyed along with Acnologia's.

The world revealed its true form, the thing that only displays a silhouette now makes it clear its form. The hot, cold air of battle struck his skin, light entered through his eyes and what he first discovered was a claw wound with slowly decaying flesh making a mark on his chest.

The wound is quite large, from the chest to the stomach, even hardening his organs which are very susceptible to attack. The most problematic were the black flames that were burning flesh and the Mana of his body that was trying to recuperate.

Rigel again spewed blood from his mouth and it was as if hundreds of needles were lacerating his body bit by bit. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, but for some reason he doesn't seem to be suffering.

Instead of getting used to it, there would never be a human in this world who would become accustomed to pain. Amatsumi Rigel was clearly suffering and felt a burning pain, only, his heart was calmer than he had expected

Blood left his body, warmth left his body and his soul slowly lifted from his body. Darkness began to creep into his vision, a heavy drowsiness slowly stroking him to go to sleep immediately, releasing the burden he bore.

Ah~, it feels completely different from the first one. Is this the second and final death? Unexpectedly, I could sincerely accept it, as if this was my wish...

His body slowly fell down, in the presence of a slightly battered dragon figure that had a wide smile and claws about to chop off his head, Amatsumi Rigel showed a meaningful smile.

"Even at the death of yourself can still afford to give insult."

"Riley!"

Away from the other battlefields, shouts of anger accompanied by sadness echoed from the unexpected woman. He who has wings, he who has beauty, he who has love, he who has compassion, he who has holiness, he who has goodness, he who has perfection, and he has warmth.

A woman—a Queen of a race known to the world as Fairy gives tears of sorrow, to the man she gives love and authority to fairies, she is Sylph.