Ascension of the Dark Seraph - Chapter 148

Chapter 148: Scarab of Set: Pristine Chapter 148: Scarab of Set: Pristine “Nice to meet you, Sutekh…

Have a great time watching me?” Upon completing the second trial, Lucivar was teleported outside of the pyramid.

A distance from him was Set.

Lucivar had finally encountered Set for real, the Lord of the Red Sand in the flesh.

A figure of overwhelming presence seated upon His monumental throne.

His massive, muscular frame exuded celestial power, his charcoal-black skin seemed to drink in the surrounding light.

As Lucivar expected, his head was that of a jackal, with glowing gold eyes that pierced through the very soul of anyone who dared to meet them.

Around his neck rested an intricate golden collar, adorned with engraved runes-and also a central gemstone-that flickered like an ember.

Despite meeting Lucivar eye-to-eye, he did not move, he sat with an air of arrogance with his legs spread wide and his posture lazy.

One arm rested on the armrest, His cheek propped against a clenched fist.

‘I can tell instantly that he’s a prick,’ Lucivar pondered inwardly.

Just from His posture and gaze alone-it was clear that Sutekh viewed everything other than Him as something insignificant.

An entity that held Himself higher than anyone.

However, this was more than allowed for a being like Him.

Even Sha stated that Sutekh was a part of the Celestial Overgods.

Nobody could tell Him how to act with such strength.

Other than Sutekh Himself, Lucivar’s attention was pulled to the standing casket beside Him.

A light blue sarcophagus, shimmering faintly-its presence was ominous.

Despite being a sarcophagus, Lucivar could tell that the person inside was somewhat alive.

Or at least it was ‘alive’ like the mummies earlier.

Soon, Lucivar averted his gaze down as making eye contact with Sutekh hurt his eyes-the celestial prowess was too much for a mortal like him, even though he had the blood of both Loki and Sutekh inside of him.

Panting heavily, he exhaustedly climbed back to his feet.

Physically, Lucivar was done.

He was already exhausted from holding the crushing block earlier for ten minutes straight.

But that exhaustion doesn’t compare to the mental exhaustion-he was more tired mentally, as dying multiple times was not something that he could brush off-it took a toll on his mind and Lucivar felt weak because of it.

Catching his breath, Lucivar scanned his surroundings.

Despite wanting to believe that the trial was over, he knew that it hadn’t.

If it had, Sutekh wouldn’t stay silent as he did-watching over like a hawk.

From Sutekh’s throne to him, there’s a gap that stretches at least several hundred meters.

Lucivar had no idea what the next trial would entail-but he instinctively glanced behind him.

There, hovering silently, were the red and bronze scarabs.

A flicker of determination crossed his face as he nodded, willing them toward him.

Surprisingly enough, the scarabs obeyed-gliding effortlessly to his forehead-and seeping into the skin, creating a third eye.

Lucivar could feel his muscles steaming with power, but it was the same sensation as earlier.

It was the same feeling as when he used the red scarab earlier.

‘Hmm?

Can I change it at will?’ Lucivar pondered inside and willed the scarab to change.

Obeying his command, the scarab shifted from red to brown-its glow dimming slightly as its energy transformed.

Lucivar, could feel the change immediately.

Earlier, the red scarab made every muscle in his body flexed and swole with raw power.

Now, the sensation was different-solid and grounded.

As if his very frame had been fortified from within.

Instead of swelling, his muscles grew more compact-his fibers tightening.

Lucivar could feel his stamina recovering rapidly, he went from panting heavily-as if he was out of air to being outright composed.

It was confirmed now that the brown scarab gave him resilience and endurance.

Almost instantly, his stamina recovered to full again.

Once he recovered, another scarab appeared in the distance.

A white glowing scarab, sizzling with steam-it appeared right at the foot of Sutekh’s throne.

Giving not much though, Lucivar made a sprint towards the white scarab without hesitation.

It was an act that slightly caught Sutekh’s off guard.

‘Tch!

Do you think I would wait for you to prepare your trial?!’ Lucivar mocked inside-he had already tasted the bitterness of the trial and wouldn’t want to experience it again.

‘I’m going to take that scarab and end this once and for all!’ Just then, a commanding voice echoed once his foot stomped the ground halfway through.

One that could tremble his soul.

“Patience.” Sutekh’s astral voice echoed.

“Your gaze is still unfitting.” Upon hearing this, Lucivar’s heart thumped inside his chest.

He raised his gaze and saw Sutekh leaning forward and blowing something on his palm.

Nothing was on his palm-but as his breath brushed through it, Lucivar’s eyes widened as a devastating sandstorm manifested out of nowhere.

Changing the scarab to the red one-he braced himself for the devastating sandstorm.

Swoosh!

Despite already preparing for impact, Lucivar was sent rolling backward.

It was a sandstorm that reached the sky and blotted it.

A sharp whistling sound assaulted his ears as his entire body was pushed back hard.

It took a couple of rolls, before he finally managed to halt his momentum-digging his fingers into the ground to anchor himself against the relentless sandstorm.

Gritting his teeth, Lucivar pressed himself flat against the earth, every muscle training to resist the howling wind.

‘My gaze is still unfitting?

What does He mean by that?!’ Lucivar pondered intensely.

But then, he saw a slithering white snake made entirely of energy rushing past him.

Contrary to the other beings that were placed on this trial, it completely ignored Lucivar and made its way ahead-fighting against the sandstorm.

Briefly, Lucivar was stunned-his eyes fixed on the slithering snake.

Just then, his eyes widened when he realized where the snake was heading.

“It’s trying to take the white scarab?!” He exclaimed in realization.

Coming to realize that this was a race, Lucivar prowled on the ground and began crawling his way toward the white scarab.

However, he soon came to realize, that he was not a match-in terms of speed against the snake.

Despite his added strength from the red scarab, the sandstorm brought along small pebbles.

Brought by the whistling winds, these pebbles became bullets.

Lucivar needed to keep his head low as he got hit once by the pebble-and his forehead was now bleeding, because of it, ‘If I want to be anywhere closer to that damn snake, I can’t crawl like this.

I need to stand, but that would mean more pebbles.

To do that I have to use the red, and brown scarab at the same…

time…’ Realizing what he needed to do, Lucivar focused on the scarab planted on his forehead.

He tried feeling each one and once he did, he tried to command them to merge.

Surprisingly enough, the scarabs merged together, a red and brown mix, turning the exterior of the scarab, to a darker shade of red, maroon.

Lucivar felt the effect off the two scarabs-at the same time.

Once he did, he slowly stood up-still flinching at the whistling pebbles.

Scowling, Lucivar stood upright, fighting back his fear over these flying pebbles.

Upon doing that-the pebbles instantly struck his body multiple times over but instead of the pebbles tearing a hole into him or at least causing him extreme pain, Lucivar did not feel that, he instead felt a light peck against his skin.

Now that he could stand, a smile crossed his face as he instantly galloped forward.

His speed wasn’t as fast as normal but he could slowly catch up to the snake.

A minute later, the snake was nearing the white scarab.

Sutekh watched silently as Lucivar attempted to outpace the snake but then.

But then, Lucivar made a surprising move-instead of racing the snake he instead leaped at it and grabbed it by the tail.

As he struggled in the sandstorm, his skin being prickled by the pebbles and bleeding, Lucivar gained clarity.

He reckoned that the white scarab must be involved with speed.

Red gave him raw strength, brown gave his endurance, so white must be speed.

Knowing that, he made a gambit.

Outpacing the snake was a futile strategy, doing that would only be playing under its area of expertise.

It thrived on speed and agility, barely exerting effort yet still staying ahead.

So-it would be better to try to catch it instead.

If it realized that Lucivar was nearing, it would definitely pick up its pace.

Because of that, Lucivar decided to get as close as possible before making a strong lunge.

He utilized the red and brown scarab at the same time and made a big leap.

Soon, the snake realized that it was being shadowed by something above but when it came to realize Lucivar’s strategy, it was already too late.

Lucivar landed on top of it and grabbed it by the head with both hands.

Gritting his teeth, he exerted more strength and flipped the entire snake.

It was way longer than him and was as thick as Lucivar’s thighs combined together.

But that didn’t stop Lucivarr from hurling it away by the head.

Lucivar threw the snake away-back to the start, it hissed in anger-but there was nothing it could do to retaliate.

Smirking devilishly, he then quickly picked up his pace.

It took one more minute for him to emerge from the sandstorm.

In front of him was the white scarab, hovering passively.

Stumbling towards it, Lucivar grabbed it and showed it to Sutekh who seemed to be amused.

Once he did that, the white scarab wiggled out of Lucivar’s grasp and went into his forehead, merging, with the other two scarabs, “Is it done?” He asked aloud.

“Am I now worthy, for your power?

Have my gaze changed?” Upon hearing this, Sutekh paused for a second which felt like an eternity.

He then slowly leaned forward again to take a closer look at Lucivar.

Being inspected by such a divine being, Lucivar felt naked.

Nothing could bypass Sutekh’s gaze, his deepest secrets were gauged out.

“No.” Sutekh finally answered as he leaned back again.

“Not yet but I can fix that” Bam!

Out of nowhere-Sutekh slammed his hand onto the armrest, unleashing a shockwave that permeated, through the entire realm.

Then, the sarcophagus beside Him began to shake, it started mildly at first but then, it became frantic.

A brilliant blue light shone from the inside until finally, the lid crashed to the ground.

Lucivar was startled by the resounding thud.

But his surprise only heightened when he saw the being that lies inside the sarcophagus.

“Meet the Falcon Champion, a servant belonging to Horus,” Set introduced the entity.

“fight him and you will be fixed.

Only then will you be worthy to wield my power, Blessed Oracle…”