Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 155



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Episode 155 Elil Kingdom (3)

Quadddddddd!

A sword strike with such destructive force that it seemed as if the square had been lifted up and overturned flew towards Julich.

In the midst of the devastating destruction, which seemed like a demolition rather than an attack, Julich quietly lowered his sword. Soon, a tentacle struck Julich.

A loud noise rang out.

Patter… … The sound of falling stones and dust echoed like heavy rain.

Isaac, barely able to breathe, stumbled with the refreshing fatigue he had not felt in a long time. She also felt a little hungry. Violent scars remained on the stone floor of the square, which had been torn into eight pieces. He wondered if he had pulled out the tentacle without thinking, but it seemed like it was really a hallucination.

‘… … I don’t even know how they did it.’

The destructive power of the ship was stronger than before. Even when she was training with Bachel, she used the eight prongs a few times, but not to this extent.

However, in the middle of that destructive trajectory, just missing the center, stood Julich.

She didn’t show any wounds other than the dust she covered. Every now and then, falling pieces of stone hit her head, causing it to crackle and shake.

‘I think I got hit by more rocks than my knife.’

Julich threw the completely broken sword on the floor.

The duel is over. Everyone in the square fell silent due to the unexpected and terrifying fight. At this point, the fighters, who realized that it was not their place to intervene, ebbed away.

The knights seemed to realize that Isaac was not just a strange stranger, muttering something before disappearing.

Julrich trudged over to Isaac’s side.

“I think I can barely catch up with my students.”

I could see the corners of Julich’s mouth turning up slightly.

At that moment, Isaac sensed Julich’s identity.

But before he could fully understand its meaning, Isaac closed his eyes as if he was fainting from exhaustion.

***

Isaac was dreaming.

However, it wasn’t a nightmare like I often have, it was more like I was just closing my eyes to organize my thoughts. However, because I was so intensely immersed that all senses from my surroundings were blocked, it was closer to a kind of lucid dream.

Inside, Isaac was looking back on all the battles he had fought up to this point.

From the moment he first used his tentacles to catch a rat, Jihilet, Heinkel, Goluwaru, Hesabel, Prophet of the Red Flesh, Al Duazad, the Drowned King, Bachul… … And all the way to Julrich.

The whole struggle was repeating itself ceaselessly in Isaac’s head.

Among them, the most repeated fight was the duel with Julich.

At that moment, Isaac had clearly reached a certain level. He was at a level that could only be glimpsed during the fight with Al Duah Jad or the sparring with Bachul. I needed time to reflect on this fight and make it my own to know exactly what it was.

And when I had gathered my thoughts to some extent, someone appeared.

It was Carlsen Milter, a face I hadn’t seen in a long time.

“You went deeper than just meditating.”

“Have you yet achieved Buddhahood?”

“I can’t do it because I have a lot of resentment. I’m bored to death while I’m here. “Try eating something useful.”

But suddenly Carlsen’s eyes changed. He glanced at Isaac with interest in his eyes.

“quite… … You’ve been forged. It has become usable. But it looks like it’s still being refined, right?”

Instead of answering, Isaac imagined himself. My own avatar appeared in front of Carlsen Milter like a game character. It was odd to look down on himself in the third person, but he was objectively good to look at.

Carlsen smiled and pulled out his sword. Come to think of it, Carlsen was properly armed despite having his armor taken away when he was eaten.

Kalsen was considered the strongest of the Holy Knights in the Code of Light Church.

So what is his level?

Of course, as he knew, he thought it would be difficult to win right now. However, Isaac focused more on assessing his own level.

Isaac’s sword began to meet Carlsen’s.

As he watched the fight, Isaac was able to understand what Bachul and Julrich were talking about.

‘… … ‘I expected it, but it looks really evil.’

Because the imaginary self had no need to hide or restrain one’s abilities, he did not choose any means or methods. In addition, the hideous flesh was clinging to my body, to the point where I had the illusion that it was sticking to my body.

An immature opponent would get tired of this momentum alone.

But the opponent was Carlsen. Without any sign of hesitation, he decapitated Isaac’s clone and cut his torso into pieces. However, little by little, Isaac began to awaken by incorporating the newly acquired teachings into his movements.

Unfortunately for Bachel, who pointed it out, Isaac no longer felt the need to correct his shortcomings – his excessive living.

‘When you’re trying to get rid of your shortcomings, try to get better at what you’re good at.’

In order to give him that realization, Julrich corrected Isaac by twisting and blocking his sword path.

In fact, a single sparring did not teach us much.

Isaac’s skills had already reached a dangerous level, like a full dam. Julrich had opened the dam.

Isaac decided not to abandon his ways.

The essence of nameless chaos that he embodied in the form of swordsmanship was far from being tempered and controlled.

The key was the killing intent and predation that overwhelmed the opponent.

He was different from other people who had to restrain their strength and life for various reasons.

Isaac could not give up this ferocity, nor did he have any reason to give up.

There is only one thing he has to do.

Controlling the beast within yourself.

Isaac knew that this beast could become stronger than any other. But there was just a prerequisite. He shouldn’t have let himself be eaten by it.

Instead of a beast, Isaac wanted a military dog ​​that could explode when it targeted an enemy.

When Isaac brought order to chaos, all the movements he had learned so far began to change.

The movements I learned from Gebel, the sword techniques I learned through actual combat, and even how to breathe and the tempo at which my heart beats. It all started to move to a new level.

As Isaac’s sword path gradually changed, Carlsen’s movements also began to become increasingly dizzy.

“This… … .”

At that moment, Isaac’s sword emitted black smoke.

The ink-like darkness rushed forward to engulf Carlsen at once. At the same time, a strong halo appeared above Carlsen’s head. It was a sentinel’s lighthouse.

The clear symbol of light and order clashed with the distorted sword.

After a while, the darkness disappeared.

Carlsen’s sword was stuck in Isaac’s heart.

Instead, Carlsen’s neck was half cut by Isaac’s knife.

Isaac’s image disappeared as if in disarray. When Isaac’s knife disappeared, Carlsen’s wound also disappeared without a trace. Carlsen looked displeased with his injuries, but he also seemed somewhat proud.

“If this is the case, I won’t have to go anywhere and live as a guest.”

This may be the most favorable compliment you can give to the person who ate you. But Isaac didn’t think he had beaten Carlsen or even competed.

This is just your imagination. In his imagination, he fought in the optimal body, ideal swordsmanship, and in the optimal environment. It would never be like that in real life, and I couldn’t be sure that Carlsen’s skills were all there.

However, it was clear that his skills had gone to the next level.

As Carlsen said, it is unlikely that he will suddenly die somewhere.

As soon as the realization came, Isaac’s consciousness began to soar. There is no longer a need to concentrate. In front of his fading vision, Carlsen spoke to Isaac.

His smile seemed somewhat lonely as he was left alone again.

“… … “Don’t trust too much.”

***

Isaac opened his eyes. Strange ceiling… … Instead, I saw Hezabel hanging from the ceiling.

As soon as Isaac opened his eyes, she jumped down and climbed on top of him.

“You’re finally awake, Isaac! “You fell into such a deep sleep that I thought you were dead!”

“Uh, okay. Looks like the cargo bay has finished unloading?”

Isaac originally did not want to bring Heshabel.

The Kingdom of Elil and the Kingdom of Walaika were so far apart that they could be considered the eastern and western ends, but thanks to their historical ties, their relationship was so bad that if they encountered each other, one of them would have to die.

Even though Hezabel had already apostatized and was one of his own, it was doubtful whether the believers of Elil would really understand. But after much deliberation, Isaac brought Hesabel.

This was because when returning the division ceremony, someone was needed to help with the ceremony.

One way or another, the division ceremony was an object held and used directly by the dancer, so someone familiar with the rituals of the Red Grail Club was needed. By Isaac’s side, there was no one more talented than Heshabel.

However, Hezabel, who was completely inland, was afraid of even getting on a ship… … I was extremely seasick. After much deliberation, the method chosen was to place it in a coffin with packaging materials and then knock it out.

‘This may have been the reason for the legend that vampires cannot cross the sea.’

“Anyway, I didn’t know you would worry about me this much.”

“I bet all my money, including my life, on Isaac’s victory, and if I die here, everything will go to waste. “Please think of it as my life, not Isaac’s, and be more considerate of it.”

‘Looking at the analogy, if it weren’t for me, I would have already lost all my money somewhere and become a beggar.’

Thinking that although he had saved the future of the Duke of Gulmar, it still looked dark, Isaac roughly shook off Hesabel and stood up.

In the seat next to me, as if it was natural, Julich was lying on his side, eating the French fries he had eaten yesterday.

“I guess you liked that menu?”

“This world still deserves to exist.”

Is it that much? When I ate it yesterday, it was just regular French fries.

Isaac tried to pick one up, wondering if there was something different, but Julrich hit him on the back of his hand and pulled it back. She looked Isaac up and down, as if she sensed something unusual about him.

“It looks like we finally broke through the wall.”

“Thank you for your help.”

Isaac was clearly aware that Julich had helped him. Originally, it was a wall that Isaac should have broken through himself. However, the sparring with Julrich was at the level of openly lighting the light of the lighthouse.

“There is nothing to be conceited about. In the old days, everyone I taught had that level of basic knowledge. But these days, things don’t make sense. Wouldn’t someone who is clearly below the standard be made into a paladin, or raised a cat in a monastery… … .”

Julich muttered and grumbled. Isaac still didn’t know what was wrong with the cat, but he was able to guess her identity clearly from Julrich’s words.

“Wouldn’t they also be able to achieve enlightenment if they directly receive the teachings of the Sword of the Moon? “It is a great honor for me just to visit you in person.”

Crispy. The dry sound of French fries breaking apart rang out. Hesabel had a momentary breakdown at the words “Sword of May” and then bounced up to the ceiling like a cat struck by water.

The sound of my head hitting the ceiling echoed loudly.

Julrich stared at Isaac with emotionless eyes.

“It’s not?”

“… … Isn’t it?”

“no.”

Sword of May.

The teacher of all paladins, the first paladin. Saint Arte’s real name is Julrich Arte.

Although it was a setting that came to mind late, I honestly wanted to tell Isaac that if he was going to hide his identity, he should put more effort into it.

‘Actually, you don’t have the will to hide it, do you?’

The words rose up in Isaac’s throat, but he held them back.

“okay. Still, he was excellent enough to remind me of the person who became the origin of all Holy Knight swordsmanship.”

In any case, it was clear that Julrich did not want to reveal that he was the Sword of May. He didn’t know why the angel hid his identity and took care of his sword, even though he was a pagan. However, while Isaac was moderately grateful to Jülich, he did not let down his guard.

The words Carlsen said before he woke up rang in his ears.

‘Don’t trust the sword of May too much.’