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Last Embryo Volume 3 Chapter 9 Part 3

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Translator: DarkHeartedAlchemist

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She just could not shake off the feeling that death was now looming above them, sharpening its scythe before it could claim both their souls.

Their enemy being a part of 『Avatara』 was one thing, but the thing that made Pritt want to vomit from the fear was the said enemy’s true identity.

(Damn it! Goddamn it all to hell! Of all the enemies we could have possibly encountered, why did it have to be Parashurama?! She and Izayoi could not have had worse compatibility with one another even if they tried!)

Still holding the unconscious girl on her back, all that Pritt could do was to grit her teeth in frustration. If only she knew that things were going to go this bad she would have left her back in the building, but now it was too late for that. She was here with them, and having her around during a fight that was inevitably about to break out was the worst of bad decisions they could have made.

『Hero Slayer』 Parashurama, the Sixth Avatar affiliated with 『Avatara』. Just the words 『Hero Slayer』 alone were probably enough to make most of the people think of her as someone vicious or evil, but the reality with her was a little more complicated and not as conveniently black and white as one might have thought.

If one were to trace back the records of every martial arts school of the ancient India, they would discover that a great many of the heroes hailing from the Indian Pantheon were actually Parashurama’s disciples. And as if that was not enough to serve as a testament to her strength, all of the Mystic Arts, techniques worthy of being called the top-secret trump cards that she passed on to her disciples were the very same ones that saved them from countless predicaments and life-or-death situations just because they were in their possession. Exactly the same thing could be said about Izayoi and his friends. They were also the ones who ended up using some of those Mystic Arts in order to Defeat many a Demon Lord who crossed paths with them throughout the past few years.

It was probably not nearly enough to call her their distant relative or even an acquaintance, but in the battle-oriented sense Parashurama definitely had a connection to the finest Gift holders of the 『No Name』 Community.

However, it needs to be noticed that such an outcome was never a something that Parashurama intended. It would be more accurate to say that it was an end result of the cause-and-effect chain of happenings brought forth by her techniques being passed from one user to the next over many generations.

Parashurama’s accomplishments as the Sixth Avatar were not related to the process of nurturing future heroes. She was never someone who would be so benevolent to continue to polish and sharpen her own blade simply so that it could be entrusted to those who would come after her. No, rather than that, the true nature of the person who would rise to be known as the Sixth Avatar was the exact opposite of such a noble legacy.

Her karmic duty and the mission she has sworn on her life to fulfill was 『The obliteration of any and all aggression and injustice from the world』. That, however, was nothing more but semantics meant for covering that oath’s true meaning.

『Aggression』 meant the Kshatriya caste of the society of ancient India as well as its royalty, and 『Injustice』 was a broad term covering mainly those who broke their vows and agreements with others or tried to gain favor with her by deceitful means. But that vow was not made to be like that on a whim or because of the will of some trickster God. It was a vow that she made with herself, for herself.

In a distant past, back when she was still alive, she has been deeply hurt by both aggression and injustice, and those who personified those two things. The wounds she has sustained thanks to them were no shallow ones, but the deep ones that refused to heal even with the passage of time, because they were inflicted by those whom she loved and swore her loyalty to.

The first one came from the king and the country she should have been able to save, but failed to do so, and the second one from her favorite pupil after he asked her for guidance and advice. She was betrayed, deceived, used and tossed aside, and had her entire family murdered.

Therefore, in accordance with the oldest rule of the battlefield, she responded to the disgrace and betrayal that fell upon her by returning all of the pain and suffering she went through to those who brought it upon her, but a hundred, thousand times stronger. With her weapon, the only thing left in the entire world that she knew she could trust, she marched forward and slaughtered every last hero and the member of royalty that was unfortunate enough to bring his neck anywhere near her blade.

And that is by no means a metaphor, but the statement of a simple fact. She hacked, slashed, swung her weapon and chopped to pieces until the very ground beneath her feet became so soaked with the blood of her enemies that the very soil turned crimson, and she repeated that homicidal process twenty-one times over. When she was finally done and the bloody fog of war no longer clouded her vision, she came back to her senses in the world where an entire era in the annals of Indian mythology has been deprived of its heroes, almost driving the Indian Pantheon to extinction.

She was an Avatar of the God of Vengeance that would fall into a state of deep slumber after the massacre, which has become her sole reason for existing has finally been completed, only to one day wake up and make the cycle of hatred repeat itself anew, leading to another inevitable catastrophe she would wrought with her own two hands and the weapon that thrived on the blood of those who fell from her blows until she went back to sleep, never destined to know rest. That is who Parashurama, the 『Hero Slayer』, a harbinger of death dispatched solely to stop the ever-continuing growth of humanity’s arrogance and the Sixth Avatar affiliated with the 『Avatara』 Community, was.

「Oh Goddess that had allowed humanity to multiply themselves like pests, and the child of men unfortunate enough to be born in the times of mankind’s twilight. I, Parashurama, the 『Hero Slayer』,『Axe Wielder』 and the Decayer of all the world’s aggression and injustice, hereby condemn the both of you. If it is your will to continue to defy me, then I shall manifest my boundless wrath and direct it against you in order to avenge all of the lives that have been needlessly consumed by this rotten world, spoilt and ruined by your hubris and arrogance. As the one chosen from among the Sun Kings to become the 『Avatar of Salvation』, my karmic duty will be fulfilled here in all of its bloodstained glory!」

And she swung her bloody battle axe down onto them with a thundering roar after tracing a wide arc in the air with it. Izayoi and Pritt managed to dodge the blade just in the nick of time, but as a result of that blow the ruins behind them, the ones in which they were staying just a few moments ago got blown away like pieces of trash in the wind by that single attack. If they decided to leave the girl on Pritt’s back there, she would have been a goner for sure. It would seem that their enemy had no intention of going easy on them, regardless of whether or not the residents of the slums could have been somewhere nearby or the well being of their property.

She had a mission to fulfill now, and that meant she would stop at nothing in order to accomplish it. If that was how far she was willing to go just so that she could kill them, they realized that they won’t be able to fight against her without employing special measures of their own.

「Izayoi! I need you to buy me as much time as you possibly can! Do that and I will be able to back you up soon!」

「Sure, leave it to me! Just don’t take too long, okay? This chick here obviously means business!」

Izayoi rushed straight towards Parashurama. However, considering her {Hero Slayer} Gift,even he would find himself at a disadvantage if he just charged at her without any plan whatsoever. He had to receive Pritt’s backup as soon as possible, otherwise, things might take a pretty nasty turn pretty soon.

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