Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 234



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Episode 234. Gearing up chaos (6)

Kurrururur!

The Whispering Night contorted its form grotesquely, making sounds like it was groaning. It was a strange form that moved between liquid and gas like the previous Doomsday Processor, but its body beneath the monk’s garb was a twisted and tangled monster of flesh and bone.

It was clear which was the head, although it was unclear which was the leg and which was the arm, and the part that was running towards the ground now looked like a tongue.

A pale face stood out prominently beneath the monk’s robes.

“There is no part of you that is not ugly from head to toe!”

Isaac jumped into the circle, attacking the appearance without reason. It didn’t matter whether he had the intelligence to understand the provocation or not. What mattered was that he was a being that preyed on fear and grew stronger.

Especially, he was getting stronger in real time thanks to the priests who were lying face down in fear right before his eyes.

Perhaps offended by Isaac’s joking provocation, Whispering Night swung its pig-headed appendage and attacked Isaac. The head, which was as big as a man’s upper body, rushed to crush his body.

Isaac easily split the pig’s head in two with the Ruaddin Key, but the Whispering Night’s attack form was not that of a human, swinging its limbs.

As the pig’s head was cut off, I could see the screams of the pig, the teeth, and the severed fingers and legs of a child writhing between the throat. The thing vomited it all out and poured it out at Isaac.

The heat of the Ruaddin Key burned away the blow, but the butcher’s axe took advantage of the gap and struck Isaac’s shoulder with a brutal blow.

Crunch. Isaac’s shoulders dropped and he landed on the butcher’s stand. Isaac’s limbs and even his smoked head were lined up on the stand.

[Nameless chaos watches you.]

However, Isaac’s reason was firmly rooted in the ground and did not waver. If he had not known in advance that it was a hallucination and had not reacted accordingly, it would have been a dizzying sight.

‘… … Fortunately, it’s weaker than I was worried about.’

The Whispering Night attacks are almost always accompanied by nauseating hallucinations. And that was the story of the Bodyless Graveyard Murders.

Whispering Night was probably not that strong when it was first summoned.

However, seeing a group of young priests hanging around the cemetery gave people a chance to use their imaginations, and within those imaginations, a horror story about a group of cultists kidnapping people began to spread. Based on those horror stories, Whispering Night exaggerated and fabricated various rumors, gathering fear.

It doesn’t matter whether the rumor is true or not. But those who were attacked by the Whispering Night saw a horrifying sight, and they spread the story to others. However, no one died in the process. The more witnesses there are, the more fear they can feed.

The Whispering Night had no reason to prey on humans unless it was strong enough to ‘harvest’ them.

‘If it had gotten to that point, I wouldn’t have been able to handle it on my own.’

If the Whispering Night has grown to the point where it can burn down the old city, it would take the mobilization of the Paladins to deal with it. Fortunately, the bastard is currently unable to leave the circle thanks to Claire having completed the ritual until the end. Just by restricting his movements, he becomes much easier to deal with.

But dealing with the whispering night that kept showing a crossover between reality and hallucination was not easy.

“Isaac!”

Just then, Isolde gave a signal. Isaac narrowed his eyes and turned his head slightly.

There was a loud sound of the bracelet hitting each other, and a brilliant flash of light erupted.

Light softens and weakens the nature of such tales and horrors. The reason I brought out the Ruaddin Key was to utilize heat and light.

As the heat of the Ruaddin Key was added to the glare of Isolde, the Whispering Night shrank noticeably. It seemed as if the heat of the light was too much for it to bear, and it rushed forward with the intention of blocking the light source that Isolde was emitting.

Crunch. Isaac stopped the bastard by stabbing his sword into his back, but he didn’t stop.

A feast of all kinds of disgusting things unfolded before Isolde’s eyes. However, Isolde boldly glared at the whispering night that was rushing toward her fiercely. In any case, it was impossible to attack directly since they were outside the circle.

However, Isolde’s eyes shook as she saw something in the bursting hallucination.

With that, the Whispering Night Attack was established.

The terror of the night slowly crept into Isolde’s mind. When hallucinations swirl around in her head, it is impossible to react quickly unless she is protected like Isaac.

She staggered through hallucinations.

Whispering Night struggled to draw out the primal fear from Isolde before she was torn to pieces by Isaac’s hands.

“Ugh… … !”

In that moment, Isolde gritted her teeth and swung her dagger into the air. The dagger did not even make contact, but the Whispering Night was thrown back as if it had burst.

The guy was confused and couldn’t do anything, wondering if he had seen something strange from Isolde.

Isaac took advantage of the gap and drove the Ruaddin Key into the bastard’s skull, driving it into the ground.

“Isolde! Are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah… … It’s okay.”

The attack that Whispering Night made on Isolde was a momentary but mentally shocking event.

Fortunately, Isolde seemed only surprised and not shocked.

‘Should I say I’m glad it worked out…?’

One of the ‘safeguards’ Isaac left for Isolde was a sort of branding that declared her to be Isaac’s property.

It was an embarrassing expression, but I thought that if it was a nameless Chaos Clan, they would react to this brand. Since it was not a visible brand, there was little room for problems, and it was easy to break. The fact that he retreated after attacking Isolde was also because of the brand engraved on her.

***

The subdued Whispering Night began to stir, hiding various ghost stories inside the monk’s robes. Isaac, who realized that it was trying to bring out some other form of fear, took out Cachulain and used his sword to cut down the creature.

Cachulain cut the Whispering Night with greater ease, as befitting a relic of a much higher rank than the Key of Ruaddin.

Isaac was able to subdue the Whispering Night only after cutting off most of its head. In fact, he didn’t cut it off to subdue it, but to kill it, but it was still alive even in this state.

‘How do I kill this thing?’

In the game, once you’ve dealt a physical blow, the priests will step forward and perform a ritual of divine punishment to drive them out. Now that they’re trapped in the circle, it seems like all Claire and her party have to do is successfully perform the ritual of reversal.

Then suddenly the whispering night made a hissing sound through the monk’s mouth.

[Why are you attacking the Tang’s followers, Your Majesty?]

Isaac’s body stopped dead in his tracks. There was a lot of grumbling, but it was understandable speech.

Just as the nameless Chaos faction had spoken to Isaac before, the same thing was happening now.

“Isaac? What is that saying now?”

Isolde asked in a bewildered tone. She couldn’t understand what he was saying, but she could tell that the language he was speaking had some sort of regularity to it.

Isaac frowned and refused to listen, instead splitting the bastard’s skull open.

But from the beginning, it seemed like the guy wasn’t speaking through his mouth, and he was still making a hissing sound. It seemed like he could still form a mouth somewhere in his body.

[In the heaven of death, your ■ powers are waiting for you to sleep… … .]

“It’s noisy.”

Isaac had no choice but to answer. It was something he blurted out because he was annoyed, and something he shouldn’t have said. Isolde’s expression became even more embarrassed.

“Isaac, what language are you speaking now?”

When he spoke to the nameless Chaos Clan, it seemed as if he was speaking in their language. Isaac was troubled as to what excuse he should give.

“It’s an archaic word. I couldn’t understand what it meant, so I told him to shut up.”

“You know what the word ‘shut up’ means, right?”

“Usually when you deal with people who use gore, you learn how to curse first.”

Gore is a word that refers to all extinct languages, so there are more than one or two types. Unless you are a salt council priest obsessed with historical research, it is difficult to count all the Gore words.

The whispering night continued to mutter as if it was unfair.

[I am also one of your followers. I too was just waiting for the dream of God’s resurrection.]

‘That’ must refer to Isolde.

It seemed that she thought she was a nameless member of the Chaos faction because of the mark Isaac had left on her. She seemed a little unintelligent, but she was surprisingly rational in her conversation.

As if I were some truly nameless monk of chaos.

Even the bastard was appealing to Isaac for sympathy.

‘He’s a strangely smart guy. Wasn’t he just a monster?’

Considering that most of the Nameless Chaos Clans were nonsensical monsters, this guy was in the top 1% in intelligence and manners. It seemed a waste to just send him away. Isaac decided to take this opportunity to interrogate him.

“How did you know I would come back to life?”

The Whispering Night probably thought of itself as a nameless entity of chaos or something similar. Then, all you had to do was talk to it accordingly.

When Isaac answered, the guy replied happily.

[I have no doubt that the fraudulent activities of Beshek Ju■ and the lighthouse will not last long.]

It was hard to understand, but it was clear that it was referring to Bishop Beshek and the Lighthouse Keeper. The reason it was called Bishop Beshek and not the Immortal Emperor was probably because at the time when the Nameless Chaos was killing all of its followers, he was not yet a god, but a bishop of the Code of Light.

“Why did you wait for me?”

The retinue of the nameless chaos is bustling about. Why are they waiting for that day?

To destroy the world as originally planned? That is a dream Isaac cannot grant.

Isaac had no desire to see the world consumed by a swarm of tentacles.

The monk who heard Isaac’s question was silent for a moment, then turned his gray-white eyes around in his head. Then, as if he had caught something, he stared at Isaac.

The bastard suddenly growled and spat out.

[You fooled me, you deceiver.]

The body of the whispering night shook violently. Isaac cut the bastard’s head in two again in one breath. However, something Isaac had not expected popped out from the place where he had cut it.

It was a bunch of countless tentacles.

Thick, huge tentacles that were hard to believe were coming out of that small head burst out like a fountain, poking at the wounds as if they were exploding. Isaac couldn’t help but freeze for a moment at the sight.

He couldn’t help but think of himself in the sight of the monk being torn to pieces.

“Isaac!”

Isolde jumped into the circle and pulled Isaac in as if she was going to hit him. Isaac was able to avoid being caught in the tentacles just in time.

Only after hitting the floor hard did Isaac come to his senses.

“This fucking bastard… … .”

Isaac realized belatedly that it was the result of a keen reading and implementation of his fears, or simply an old fear of nameless chaos.

I could see why Isolde was stiff when she had her hallucinations.

Now, the whispering monk of the night was nothing more than a shell, and the rest was nothing but a swarm of tentacles rising up like upturned tree roots. However, the swarm of tentacles rose up toward the ceiling as if they had no reason, and then froze as they stuck their strands in.

Soon, the crimson tentacles began to fade and dry out, turning a grayish white.