Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 134



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Episode 134 red fruit (2)

Since the image world is a world close to a dream anyway, it was not strange what Isaac or Isolde looked like. Isaac could have been involved in world-building if he wanted, but it was clear that the Red Flesh Prophet, who had a strong hold on Isolde, had the upper hand.

‘Are you trying to make me feel guilty by messing with my memories?’

The prophet’s purpose was unclear, but in the end, there was still work for Isaac to do.

The more prophets she defeats, the weaker her power becomes. This work was already nearing its end. Once the shell is broken, the red flesh will be fully exposed and Isolde will be able to absorb its power.

The Walaika headhunter attacked Isolde in the dark.

A crossbow bolt pierced her heart.

The moment her body was about to collapse, her vision flipped again.

Isaac felt his body become strangely light. She felt as if her body would float in the air at any moment.

That was because he didn’t have any skin left.

Beyond the gray-white field of vision, Isolde was struggling alone against the large army of undead on the bridge. Isaac approached her, hiding among her numerous skeleton soldiers. She was fighting well, but she couldn’t find or block Isaac’s sword among her countless blades.

The blade sharply tore into her lungs.

Only then did Isaac see a familiar sight.

‘It’s Rougeberg again.’

The sight of the red brick fortress somehow felt welcoming.

And at the end of the corridor lined with huge pillars, Isolde stood. The eyes of Isolde, or rather the prophet, showed a complex mixture of shallow irritation, fatigue, and impatience.

Just by looking at her expression, I could tell at a glance that she was not Isolde, but a prophetess.

And that she doesn’t have much strength left.

The time the prophet could hold out was getting shorter and shorter.

“It’s no use trying to elicit guilt like this. “Do it in moderation and just die.”

Of course, there is no way a prophet who is just a thought form would listen to his words. These words were actually words of encouragement to Isaac himself.

As expected, the prophet turned his back and began to run away. Isaac ran after her again.

The prophet hid himself from Isaac’s gaze by running between pillars and corners, curtains and curtains fluttering in the wind.

‘Something is strange.’

Suddenly, a question that was difficult to explain passed through my mind. Hide and seek itself is not strange. Similar situations have already happened several times, and the results were the same each time. Isaac tried to explain the discomfort he felt, but he couldn’t. It was just instinct.

Nevertheless, feeling that he could not delay any longer, Isaac swung his sword again, as he had done dozens of times up to this point.

A sword was inserted into the prophet’s back. Only then did this resistance finally come to an end and the skin began to peel off.

Grumble! The sound of the air cracking erupted, as if hundreds of pages of paper books were being turned at once.

Isaac could see Isolde’s paper-thin skin split into hundreds or thousands of pieces and swell under his blade.

With a reaction he had never seen before, Isaac realized that the end was finally near.

The subject of the curse, or rather, the blessing, the red flesh began to reveal itself.

It had the shape of a beating heart. But the shape wasn’t important. Because that was just what Isolde imagined.

The red flesh that had lost the epidermis to protect itself was fluttering and blood was gushing out.

Suddenly, lips appeared in the center of the heart. The alluring woman’s lips vomited her cry.

“Finally!”

That exclamation echoed beyond the corridor where Isaac was, and throughout Ruzberg and the entire world of images. Isaac, who was hit directly by the sound from the front, nearly collapsed for a moment but managed to keep his balance and stand. The red flesh still possessed such strength that it was hard to believe that it had weakened.

‘No, really?’

Flash. Eyes with thick double eyelids sprouted vertically from the center of the red flesh. No, it wasn’t double eyelids, but dozens of pairs of hands covered in blood. As the hands simultaneously pushed open the eyelids, red eyes appeared along with the bloody smell of splitting flesh.

Isaac stared into the eyes and recognized their true nature.

“Finally freed from the Red Grail! Thank you, Holy Grail Knight!”

It was not a piece of flesh that had fallen from the Red Flesh Prophet.

He was a red-fleshed prophet himself.

***

‘Are you crazy?’

The first thing that came to Isaac’s mind was one word:

Since it was impossible to predict the size of the red flesh, a somewhat dangerous situation was naturally anticipated.

However, I never imagined that the red-fleshed prophet’s entire body would have sat inside Isolde.

Isn’t that something he didn’t even do when he was carrying out that trick in Hendrak’s territory?

‘The shells that were cut off countless times to weaken its power… … In fact, it was just a cover to hide the power.’

If you make a mistake, the prophet himself may disappear. Moreover, the long ritual had already weakened him to the point where he could not use his original strength.

Isaac could only think that she had gone crazy and was attempting a complex suicide.

“You think I’m crazy. “Holy Grail Knight.”

The prophet shook off the skin and said with a smile.

“okay. right. It was crazy. But when the Red Grail chose me as its sacrifice, I had no other choice.”

“ah… … “You’re quick-witted, aren’t you?”

As expected, the prophet seemed to have realized that the mirror maid had chosen him as a ‘gift’, as expected from a mishmash of intrigues and assassinations.

In this situation, there were not many paths for the prophet to choose.

Either quietly sacrifice yourself for the Red Grail, or apostatize even at the cost of a penalty.

It was the latter that the Prophet chose. In return, she had to sacrifice a lot of strength.

I thought it was unlikely that the mirror maid knew, but I didn’t rule out any possibilities right now.

“And is it because of me that you chose Isolde’s body?”

“yes. I could fool the mirror maid, Isolde Brandt’s own background is solid, and I think she could screw you over. And if I did well, I felt like I could get your protection. So she tried to seduce him somehow… … “I never thought he was a eunuch.”

“I am not a eunuch.”

“Please confirm it now.”

Isaac did not fall for this childish provocation. Instead, he just stared at the red-fleshed prophet holding the key to Ru ad-Din. However, rather than being displeased, the red-fleshed prophet looked at Isaac with a smile as if he was amused.

“I’m sorry, but Holy Grail Knight, thanks to the care you took with me with utmost sincerity, I have become quite fused with Isolde. If you kill me now, Isolde won’t be safe either. No, let me be clear. “Isolde will definitely die before I die.”

Yes, that will happen.

Even if you break, twist, or pluck your wings, an angel is still an angel.

Since she successfully apostatized before becoming a fallen angel, her power is more than enough to overwhelm Isolde, who is still only a human. Even if Isolde were torn to pieces by those harsh words, the prophet’s beating heart would still be beating.

But Isaac did not put down his sword.

Rather, he smiled.

The prophet thought the smile was a disguised composure, but he couldn’t deny that there was something off-putting about it. She reflected to see if she had missed anything, but nothing came to mind. She acted thoroughly.

We watched Isaac for several weeks, both before and after entering Isolde’s body, to see if he had any other powers. As expected, Isaac did not use the miracles of the Code of Light. No, he clearly couldn’t write.

There was no way to separate the fused flesh from Isolde without using a miracle.

Nevertheless, Isaac approached the prophet and said,

“I expected it to some extent, but this was a bigger battle than I imagined.”

“Ha, if I were to take my time like that… … .”

At that moment, Isaac quickly rushed towards the prophet. Even though he thought that the Prophet was going to cut him down, he started to defend himself. Thorn spears with red veins rose up from the floor. But before Isaac could get close to the window, he stopped and raised his hand. And then he snapped his fingers.

Flames bloomed from his fingertips. The prophet was astonished at that sight.

‘no way? ‘You could use the miracles of the Code of Light, but you were hiding them!’

The moment she was so startled and raised thorns all over her body, the flame that had bloomed at Isaac’s fingertips died out in an instant, seemingly in vain. Isaac was disappointed by the miracle of still getting the same results, even in a dream, compared to years ago.

But the effect was enough.

Because there was one more person here who could perform a miracle.

“… … “I have been commissioned to serve the light.”

An incredible voice came from behind the Prophet.

Isolde, who was just a shell of herself, was standing up and reciting a prayer.

“Please give me wisdom and patience in the future, as you did before, and help me fill my life with light.”

“Oh, no!”

The prophet, who realized the identity of the prayer that Isolde was memorizing, struggled as if struggling. Her thorny spears rose from her floor and pierced her body, but to her, all this was but a dream. It had no meaning.

Moreover, she was an Inquisitor.

Risking her life against heresy was her specialty.

Isolde finished her prayer by clutching the thorn that had pierced her body.

“Help me so that I never tire of serving you. “Allow me to become your shadow.”

Ugh.

Cracks began to spread around Isolde’s hand. The crack from which light leaked instantly covered the entire heart of the red flesh. The prophet struggled in the crack, feeling searing pain, but there was no way to escape.

She had already merged too much with Isolde.

The red flesh began to burn from the inside of the body, and the whole body began to turn into black charcoal. The prophet shouted, his bloodshot eyes flashing despite his terrible appearance.

“This is just a moment of silence, Grail Knight! I’m back again! again… … .”

puck. The red eyes burst as if unable to withstand the pressure.

Oil leaked out from inside, and the dozens of pairs of hands that came out closed their eyelids and disappeared inside, like clams closing their mouths. With that, the Red Flesh Prophet fell silent.

Isaac brushed off the thorns that had turned into ashes and approached the prophet.

‘It was successful.’

From the moment the mirror maid told him to absorb the red flesh, Isaac was already suspicious of their intentions. It may have truly been done out of kindness, but if the person who said those words was an angel from the Red Grail Club, it would not be enough to doubt it ten or twenty times.

Therefore, Isaac decided to seal it away if the red flesh was larger than expected and it would be difficult for Isolde to absorb it. At that time, it was decided to activate Isaac’s trivial and cute miracle as a signal to awaken Isolde’s ego.

Although it was only a moment of light, it was enough to awaken consciousness.

As a result, Isolde activated the Inquisitor’s most powerful weapon, the sealing miracle.

‘I never imagined that the body of the red-fleshed prophet would be caught there.’

Even so, a seal is a seal. The threat has not completely disappeared.

The blackened flesh now looked like nothing more than a lump of charcoal, but the power of an angel still pulsated within it. Because he was already in a weakened state, he was unable to withstand the sealing prayer performed by the Heretic Questioner.

‘No matter how much he is an angel of intrigue and scheming, he would never have imagined that Isolde would intervene here.’

Since she was already fused with Isolde, she would have believed this even more.

It was the end of a proud angel.

For the time being, the Red Flesh Prophet will have no choice but to quietly become Isolde’s physical battery. One day you may crawl out and struggle again, but then you will be better prepared than you are now.

Isaac looked back at Isolde.

Isolde, who had memorized the sealing prayer, sat down blankly and looked at Isaac. Even though this was the only way, Isolde had accidentally sealed an angel of another faith in her body.

That in itself carries risks.

“Heretic Questioner, are you okay?”

“… … .”

Suddenly, Isaac realized that this was a space like Isolde’s dream. Although her prior training had allowed her to instinctively memorize her sealing prayers, there was no way she could move with her proper self and thoughts.

It will move like in a dream.

Isaac, who thought he needed to go outside the world of images and talk, tried to escape consciousness.

At that time, Isolde suddenly opened her mouth.

“This isn’t reality right now, is it?”

“yes? Ah, well. “That’s right.”

“then… … “This is a dream, right?”

Isolde was in a daze and then suddenly wrapped her arms around Isaac. Isaac panicked and tried to push it away, but for some reason, it didn’t take as much strength as when he was dealing with the red-fleshed prophet.

A sweet scent wafted out.

‘Does the doctrine of craving still exist? ‘It can’t be because they sealed the prophet.’

Isolde’s lips overlapped those of Isaac, who was thinking complicated thoughts.

The thought disappeared from Isaac’s head. Instead, a powerful temptation took its place.

The Holy Grail Knight missed the opportunity to resist temptation.