Strongest Necromancer Of Heaven's Gate Chapter 1231 After Story: Elsoetia Olympics! [Part 2]
Previously on Strongest Necromancer Of Heaven's Gate...
The opening stage of the competition had barely started, yet countless participants were already taken out by the relentless assault from the three pranksters soaring overhead.
Nevertheless, the stronger contenders managed to shield themselves by dodging and batting away the explosives cascading from the heavens.
Indeed, a few seized the moment to knock out rivals by redirecting those bombs right back at them.
Despite the frantic kickoff of the event, the spectators' roars hit peak excitement.
"Leading the marathon right now is none other than Mr. Adee Dash," Kazogonaga announced live. "Mr. Reeh Boke and Mr. Nai Kee trail him closely, but the rest aren't far off!"
No one could employ their powers, as they all wore suppression artifacts.
Their only assets were raw power, toughness, stamina, and sheer determination—qualities they possessed in abundance.
Honestly, the race itself didn't faze any of them.
The real concern lay in the barriers blocking their path to the end!
"The barrage has ceased," Psoglav noted. "Or am I imagining it, or did those slimes deliberately skip you?"
"You're just seeing things," Cethus shot back.
Truthfully, Cethus escaped every single Blast Bomb attack from above, for a straightforward reason.
He'd always looked after the Baby Slimes back at their guild base and shielded them amid the war.
That's why Eiko, Fei Fei, and Dim Dim never once aimed at him during their chaotic bomb drops.
Hours ticked by, bringing the racers to the subsequent challenge: swimming across the ocean to the Ford Federation on the far shore.
Luckily, floating Slimes clutched flags, marking the broad route ahead.
The early marathon frontrunners got surpassed by swimming experts.
Certain entrants hailed from seaside villages or islands, while others were aquatic demi-humans by birth.
All braced for bomb attacks mid-swim, scattering wide to dodge on instinct.
"Damn, why no flying stage in this damn thing?!" Cethus griped while paddling through the waves.
Water wasn't his forte, yet he'd drilled relentlessly to qualify.
Flying onlookers tracked the racers from above, Kazogonaga included, astride a Wyvern.
Midway across, swimmers spotted pirate vessels cutting through the sea.
Eiko's Boom Boom Pirate Crew manned them, tasked with obstructing the path to the goal.
"Aim!" Avery commanded, swinging every cannon toward the oncoming swimmers.
"Fire!"
Cannons thundered, launching not blasts but silvery globs that encased hits in immobilizing air bubbles.
Victims inside could escape, sure—but it'd demand serious time and struggle.
Unlike hurdle one, Cethus now faced the full deluge.
Still, no shots landed; his dodges proved timely.
Sixty minutes on, he slipped past the pirate fleet, which only blasted forward targets.
Clearing the blockade meant no more fire, easing breaths all around.
The salvo claimed over half the field, dooming them in unbreakable bubbles.
Hours more, and exhausted racers hit Ford Federation soil.
Bicycles awaited, launching phase three.
Sunset painted the sky, but it posed no issue.
Phase three aimed them over Bifrost Bridge to Hestia, site of the ultimate trial.
Even superhumans teetered on exhaustion here.
Hestia bound nonstop would clock ten hours minimum at 40 kph.
Fatigue slowed most to 15-20 kph.
Others crawled at 5-10 kph, slumped over handlebars recharging.
Cethus and Psoglav joined the weary, rebuilding for the endgame.
Hours dragged until Hestia loomed afar.
Like Elysium, it gleamed as a stunning blue world.
War scars lingered, yet most folk had adjusted, thriving in calm.
Downhill to Hestia boosted speeds effortlessly.
Partial recovery fueled prep for the ten-mile final dash.
Victory hunger stemmed from Lux and William's prize pledge.
First Elsoetia Olympics champ earned one wish.
Feasible requests from the Half-Elves? Granted, no questions.
Limits applied, naturally.
Harmful wishes? Flat out banned.
World-destabilizing ones? No go.
But tame asks sparing massive fallout? Done.
That's why training bordered obsession—for that shot at fulfillment.
"Catch you at the finish!" Psoglav bellowed, ditching his bike for a frenzy sprint.
"That's my line, punk!" Cethus bellowed back, unleashing full throttle. Other racers blazed too, finish-bound.
Ten miles meant nothing to these mortal-transcenders.
Destination in under an hour, easy.
'There it is—I see it!' Cethus clenched jaws spotting distant finish flags. 'Almost!'
Psoglav and rivals shared the fire, maxing out final reserves.
Abruptly, Kazogonaga's cry echoed wide.
"What the heck's that in the sky?!" Kazogonaga yelped at the unplanned spectacle.
Atop clouds on Bifrost Bridge perched Eiko, Fei Fei, and Dim Dim.
Endless rainbow-hued baby slimes flanked them, glaring down resolute.
Leader Eiko inhaled deep, then bellowed.
"I'm Rolling!" Words out, the Fairy Princess tumbled down the rainbow span toward earth.
Fei Fei and Dim Dim mimicked instantly, barreling down for race's climax.
"Da Wei!"
"Dim Dim!"
Baby Slime horde pursued, unleashing a prismatic avalanche sparking ground panic.
"Rolling."
"Rolling~"
"Rolling?"
"Rolling!"
"""Eyah!"""
Kazogonaga and watchers gawked, stunned by the twist.
The trio rallied Elysium's Baby Slimes for finale crash.
Eiko upfront, all slimes flared protective glows against squish.
"Sh*t!"
"Argh!"
"Damn!"
"F*ck!"
Curses flew as racers toppled under giggling Slime onslaught.
"Damn… wish I could join!" Kazogonaga envied from commentary perch, eyes on slimes storming finish, racers flattened.
"We won!" Eiko bounced gleeful.
"Wei!"
"Dim Dim!"
"Won!"
"Eyah!"
"Eyah!"
Jubilant slimes hopped post-event hijack.
Yet Lux and William swooped down, DQing the trio for improper entry.
Survivors got two-hour breather before final sprint redo.
Iron Man crown split: Cethus and Psoglav, dual wishes approved.
Wish details? Shrouded secret.
Crystal clear: both fulfilled.
Thus closed the inaugural Iron Man Race, sequel-bound in a decade.
Forging paths for future heroes pivotal in looming multiverse quake.