Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 118



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Episode 118 Drowned King (5)

After pulling it into the Fisher King’s net, whaling equipment is used to hunt the Drowned King.

This was Hyannis’ irreverent yet crude strategy.

Although the Fisher King’s net was thought to be plausible, the Drowned King thought it was absurd that whaling equipment was the only thing being mobilized.

Did you think you could catch an angel with just a few whaling harpoons?

But that was the Drowned King’s mistake.

The whaling industry, also known as whaling, has developed in the past millennium to a degree that even the Drowned King could not have imagined.

“launch!”

As soon as the ships got to their right angles, the whaling harpoons hanging from the ballistas all flew towards the Drowned King. If it wasn’t because of the Fisher King’s net, it was more difficult not to hit that large body.

Boom, boom!

The Drowned King could not help but be surprised as he watched the huge harpoons slashing through his torso in one fell swoop.

Harpoons almost the size of anchors were being pierced into the body.

In the past, whaling involved driving a group of whales to the shore and harpooning them or causing them to run aground. However, these harpoons were equipment used to kill the whale and drag it to the port.

The Drowned King felt a strange feeling as he watched the scene.

He was immersed in the deep sea for a thousand years, declining to the level of an animal without even speaking a word. However, in the meantime, believers have continued to develop in their own way to survive in a world without miracles to protect them.

“Put in everything you can!”

The Salt Council crew closed their eyes tightly and fired their harpoons. The Drowned King did not even try to dodge or swing his tentacles to block the attack, but simply continued to take the hit. There were sailors shooting harpoons while crying as they watched the drowned king bleeding miserably.

They all grew up hearing stories about the angels who still remained in this world and guarded the Salt Council after God left. Of course, the Drowned King spent most of his time asleep in the deep sea, but the mere fact that he existed allowed the Salt Council believers to feel the bond that connected them to God.

But now he was cutting that string with his own hands.

“The 1st Fleet work is finished!”

“End of the 2nd Fleet!”

As notifications continued to indicate that the harpoon work was over, Hyannis ordered the next steps.

“If the harpoon is pierced, the 1st Fleet will immediately leave the formation!”

The ships all left the formation and began to move. The original whaling work would have been to take the ship to port, but the departure of this fleet had no direction.

No, they were scattering all over the place.

The task was to tear the drowned king, who was pierced by a harpoon, into pieces.

Baaaa! The rope hanging from the harpoon made a violent vibrating sound. The whalers used all their sails and oars to pull the drowned king in their direction.

Puck, puck.

With a terrible sound, the Drowned King’s flesh began to tear apart. There were cases where it came out with a harpoon leaving a huge wound, but there were also many cases where the entire flesh got tangled in the Fisher King’s net and was dragged out.

The Drowned King was disintegrating alive.

[Right.]

The Drowned King muttered calmly as he watched his body being torn apart. He spoke in a way that made it hard to believe that he was the one being mistreated.

[This is the council’s decision.]

The Drowned King remembered the time before the Salt Council was created, when it was called the Salt Church.

Left cut off from God, they were afraid of making decisions on their own without God’s will. Instead, they created a council so that everyone could share responsibility.

He said that if it is decided by the will of all believers, it may not be much different from the will of God.

Therefore, the Drowned King also respected the Salt Council’s decision.

And now the Salt Council had decided and was carrying out his death sentence.

It was a fitting conclusion for an apostate.

[then… … .]

***

Isaac narrowed his eyes as he watched the tragic sight of the Drowned King being torn to pieces.

Hyannis seemed to think the game had already been decided. But Isaac thought differently.

‘It would be nice if this was the end of the Drowned King… … .’

The Drowned King’s regenerative power is close to infinite. The scene may seem terrible now, but if he made up his mind and started to rebel, it wouldn’t be surprising if half the fleet would be immediately thrown into the sea.

If the Drowned King dies here, it is because the Drowned King himself gave up. To respect the decision of the council, realize one’s sins, and repent for them.

In fact, that was one of the strategies Isaac considered.

But Isaac thought that was unlikely.

Then Isaac noticed the drowned king’s body writhing.

Clutter, clang.

The Fisher King’s net began to scream. When Isaac saw that, he immediately shouted.

“Cut all the ropes!”

Hyannis, who was furiously pulling the sail rope and encouraging the ship to leave, did not hear Isaac’s voice. But even if he had heard, it would have been difficult to react immediately to Isaac’s words. Because in this situation, it would have been difficult to suddenly obey the order to release the Drowned King.

Without thinking for long, Isaac jumped out of the water and cut the nearest ropes. phut. The ropes that had been pulled tautly broke and scratched the surface of the water like a whip. The ships, which were suddenly free, shot forward as if they were being thrown, and the crew members were thrown around.

Hyannis, who saw several boats swaying as if they were about to capsize, realized that Isaac had cut the rope. Just as he was about to say something to reprimand Isaac, the Drowned King violently twisted his body in the air.

pop. The Fisher King’s net, one of the Salt Council’s most precious relics, was torn apart, and dozens of ships rose into the air at once.

It was a roar that drowned out all the noise in the world.

Those big boats were fluttering lightly like fallen leaves. There was silence for a moment, and dozens of ships were shattered and scattered, entangled in the air and sea in just one moment.

Kwa-doo-doo-doo-doo!

A terrifying roar rang out.

A human body made of blood and flesh had no ability to endure in a situation where even the strong ship was shattered like glass.

Crushed remains, blood, and flesh mixed together and poured down with rainwater.

Only ships where Isaac cut the line, ships whose anchors had already been pulled out, or ships whose ropes were cut due to bad conditions that were lucky survived. The Brave Salmon that Hyannis was on was one of those lucky ships.

But Hyannis could never be said to be lucky.

Because those who survived had to see hell with open eyes.

Clap, clap, clap. Unrecognizable human fragments and broken ships rained down on the deck. One ship with a large mast properly tilted and eventually sank.

Hyannis was deaf.

It seemed as if the Drowned King had gone deaf earlier when he had blown up all the ships.

Or maybe I’m out of my mind.

“… … Giannis!”

Why did I try to deal with an angel? Did you look down on the angel because of the rumor that a nearby Grail Knight single-handedly banished the angel? Did you really think you could win with just holy relics and whaling equipment?

Was the angel who helped the church build a great maritime empire a thousand years ago really that funny?

“Hiyanis!”

annihilation.

Those two letters passed through Hyannis’ mind. Almost all of the Salt Council’s largest and most expensive ships were brought here. Plus, the captain and other rare priests.

All those assets will be thrown into the sea, worthless.

There is no one left to tell of their deaths.

And the person who caused this tragedy was Hyannis himself.

“Hyannis, come to your senses!”

Sigh! Hyannis’ cheek turned.

Only then did Hyannis come to his senses and turn his head. Yen Kos clenched his fists, covered in blood. She seemed to think Hyannis had come to her senses and gave her another slap.

“It’s done. I came to my senses. Stop hitting me. “My teeth fell out.”

“Are you out of your mind? So what are you going to do next? “There must be a next strategy, right?”

Yenkos seemed not surprised by the shocking scene and asked about the next strategy. Suddenly Hyannis realized that she was good at archeology. She knows more about the Drowned King than anyone else. It means that she knew that if she was going to deal with the Drowned King, this would end up being like this.

Only then did Hyannis understand why Yenkos had refused to confront the Drowned King. And that when he decided to face the Drowned King, he would need many times more courage than anyone else.

But Hyannis looked like she was going to cry.

“There is no next strategy.”

“No? “This is all you have to do with angels?”

“yes.”

Yes, there was.

But the moment I saw this devastation, I realized that the second and third plans were useless. It only increases fish food and marine waste.

Everything he had prepared was useless against that angel of overwhelming power.

Yenkos looked at Hyannis in silence. There was no rebuke or resentment in her gaze. She calmly turned her head with a gaze that contained nothing.

“Then I guess I have no choice but to pray.”

Hyannis cried and followed Yenkos’ gaze. Yenkos was not looking at the sky.

Her eyes were on the sea, towards one person.

The only person who can save them instead of a god who has no answer.

***

Isaac looked at the tragic sight of the ships falling to pieces.

The sight now seemed to symbolize the relationship between the Salt Council and the Drowned King.

Until this point, the Drowned King had shown himself to be generous in waiting and forgiving even though the Salt Council showed a subtle stance and passive resistance. Even in that intense situation, he tried to make sure that no Salt Council crew members died.

However, he announced the end of the relationship in a cruel and cruel way.

That meant that the Drowned King was no longer an angel of the Salt Council and had become a monster of the deep.

Of course, the salt council god could not make him a fallen angel or punish him.

Even though the Fisherman King’s net was torn, he tried his last miracle to catch the Drowned King, but it did not last long. The drowned king returned to the sea like a stream.

The sea was stained black with the blood of the drowned king and his crew.

His body was punctured, torn, dismembered, and mangled. However, as soon as the seawater soaked in, the wound healed as if filling up a hole.

The Drowned King’s ultramarine blue eyes flickered towards Isaac.

[It would be hard to deny that you are also responsible for this scenery. Holy Grail Knight.]

“You’re criticizing me.”

Isaac didn’t feel the slightest bit of guilt.

But he gestured toward Hyannis. The Salt Council’s morale would have been exhausted, and there would no longer be any means to attack. If the Fisher King’s net, the only thing they had hoped for, had been shattered, it was better for them not to be here.

The Salt Council’s ships hesitated, but eventually began to slowly glide away. Even the Drowned King did not pursue and crush the Salt Council until it retreated. Or you believe that even if they retreat, you will soon chase after them and sink them all.

[Why are you blocking me? Do you think I’m trying to become an old god? No, the expression “ancient god” is also funny. Until the Code of Light raised its head, the ancient gods were just gods of this world!]

The Drowned King seethed and showed his anger.

[They were gods and order itself who ruled this land for tens of thousands of years! The era of light created by Ruad-Din lasts only a thousand years! Now it’s just back to square one!]

“It took a thousand years to finally get here.”

Isaac muttered as he took out the Ruad Din key.

“I understood after eating one reishi. In fact, I’m still thinking about dying because I’m so barbaric. “Whenever I open my eyes, I complain and wonder how I can make these ignorant, lackadaisical fanatics come to their senses.”

The Drowned King quietly listened to Isaac’s complaints that suddenly began.

“I think it’s fortunate that these bastards don’t sacrifice people, that they want as many people as possible to be happy, albeit in different ways, and that they at least think that you have to live a good life according to their moral standards to go to heaven.”

Isaac grabbed the Ruad Din key again and held it up. The knife was slippery because of the blood and rain. It was difficult to even open my eyes properly.

We all want to eat well and live well, but why does this happen?

But this was exactly what Isaac did to eat comfortably and live well.

This was also the reason why Isaac could not actively accept it until he learned the true nature of the nameless chaos.

“Just because the ancient gods have ruled for tens of thousands of years doesn’t mean we have to go back to that time… … It took tens of thousands of years plus a thousand years to advance to the current level. You are saying that you will return to those barbaric times. “I can’t open my eyes and see something like that.”

He wanted light and order.

[Nameless Chaos is watching you.]

Red heat rose from the Ruad Din key again.