Unholy Player - Chapter 530 Why Is a Gemnarch Here?
Chapter 530 Why Is a Gemnarch Here?
“Sevrak, why the hell did you throw him off like that?” Arvyn tracked the body as it vanished and shouted in anger. “Do you think we have time to search his corpse?”
She wanted to drink Zephan’s blood, but now she would have to find where he landed, and the thought clearly irritated her.
But Kaelor’s words helped her regain her composure. “Don’t worry. You won’t need to search for it.” He kept looking in the direction Zephan had flown.
A few moments later, a streak of light appeared in the distance. It cut through the air and came straight back toward them.
The silver lightning landed in front of them, reforming Zephan’s figure with a controlled and gentle impact.
“How did you survive that?” Sevrak looked at him with fresh surprise.
Zephan’s body was intact, like he hadn’t taken any damage at all. Only the white clothing covering him was torn in a few places, but it was already regenerating. The tears closed like open wounds knitting shut.
A low hum resonated in the air as the gold-colored sword in his hand vibrated rapidly. The soil where its tip pointed trembled slightly from the vibration, grains shifting as if something unseen was pressing down.
“You possess very valuable treasures.” Kaelor was the only one who could see everything that had happened, and now his interest had clearly risen.
During the impact, Zephan had managed to block the attack with his sword. The sword absorbed most of the force, while his strange clothing absorbed the remainder, thereby protecting his body.
“Where did you find those treasures?” Sevrak asked as well, understanding those items weren’t just for show.
He had lived in the Outer Region for a long time and had known Zephan for so long, but it was the first time he had seen anything like them.
Even Arvyn’s focus shifted now. She had gained a new goal that extended beyond just seeking his blood. She wanted those treasures too, because even in the Midlands they would be considered decent.
Zephan only looked at them and smiled faintly, watching them mistake his equipment for treasures.
He couldn’t blame them. When he first saw them, he had thought they had to be at least Rank 1 treasures, and he had felt excited and grateful to humans for giving him something so rare.
Only later did he realize they weren’t treasures and not one of a kind at all. They were simply things humans produced regularly for their Practitioners, and even for mortal fighters. Ordinary weapons. Ordinary clothes. That realization had made him feel like an ignorant backwater villager.
Zephan ignored their misunderstanding and lifted his head to the sky. “Be careful. He has a strange smell coming from his body. It messes with the mind.” The 3 Blood Path followers were momentarily confused about who he was speaking to, so they lifted their heads to the sky.
And there they saw it. A giant eye stared down at them from above, unblinking. A tall Gorathim stood on top of it, wearing a white uniform that looked very similar to Zephan’s.
“When did he…”
Before they could react, heavy gravity dropped onto them. It pressed down with tons of weight and crushed the carriage and the horse into a splash of meat paste.
The oppressive force made the ground press harder and harder every second, but the three Blood Path followers recovered quickly, bracing their bodies against the pressure.
“Who is he?” Arvyn looked at the figure standing on the Rank 4 Spark and asked calmly, not looking much affected by the force pressing her into the ground.
“He is Soulforge Throgar, a Gorathim, one of the Rank 4 rulers of the region,” Sevrak answered, also looking fine as he endured the force without much trouble.
“Gorathim? I’ve never heard of them, but he looks somewhat familiar.” Arvyn narrowed her eyes, trying to remember where that familiarity came from. Seeing them hold up and even talk casually, Zephan warned, “Soulforge, they are not enemies you can beat by holding back.”
Throgar paused and released a heavy sigh through his long fangs, as if he was about to do something he hated.
Then his head began to vibrate, turning illusory.
It lost its features and turned transparent, like a blue ball of energy replacing his head. That blue energy split into two, and then both began to materialize again, regaining dark green features.
“Wait… I know what he is…” Arvyn’s eyes narrowed. Seeing the ogre now had two heads on his shoulders, she realized where the familiarity came from.
Kaelor recognized it too, and his composure slipped for the first time. Shock tightened his voice. “What is a Gemnarch doing here?”
The Gemnarchs were two-headed ogres living in the Midlands, one of the most established and powerful races.
They were on par in strength with the Blood Sect, and maybe even stronger overall, considering they were a whole race with roots and history that went
back far earlier.
Seeing someone from that race here wasn’t just unexpected. It could turn their mission catastrophic. That realization made fear rise in their chests.
“Why didn’t you tell us there is a Gemnarch here?” Arvyn turned to Sevrak, shouting at him in anger.
Sevrak only looked back at her, unable to make sense of it. He didn’t know Throgar was a Gemnarch either.
For a long time, gossip and legends had circulated through the Outer Region about the Gorathim being descendants of one of the Elder Races, but it had always been nothing more than rumors without any solid basis.
Even if it were true, they would have been distant relatives at best, nothing worth treating as a serious connection.
He could never have guessed that Throgar’s second head existed because of a serum humans had created by imitating a Synergy Crystal.
After Rank 3 Brakhtar Gorat took a Synergy Crystal and changed his race from Gorathim to Gemnarch, awakening the dormant genes in his blood and even triggering a Bloodline Talent, humans produced something similar and gave it to Throgar, the Rank 4 ruler, to test its effects.
The result was more than satisfying. Soulforge Throgar really managed to awaken the sleeping genes within him as well, and his race changed to
Gemnarch.
However, he was unable to complete the transformation because he had only
used an imitation of a real Synergy Crystal.
Instead of becoming a full Gemnarch, he became a half-Gemnarch, his second head appearing only when he activated his Bloodline Talent.
Even so, it granted him immense power.
Now with two heads on his shoulders, Throgar pushed his skills further, using
his Bloodline Talent to amplify their effects severalfold.
Finally, the 3 Blood Path Practitioners, who had looked unaffected so far, showed visible reactions. Their legs began to bend under the crushing weight
pressing down on them.
“Gemnarch.” Kaelor spoke while trying to stay standing under the crushing force. “We don’t have any enmity between us. Just let us…”
Before he could finish, a thin whistling sound sliced through the air, then
something slammed into his head with a loud bang that rang out across the
open space.
The hit tore his hood apart in one motion, exposing what he had been hiding
underneath.
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A/N: Wishing you a 2026 where your worries fade and your wishes finally
come true.
