Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 270



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Subject Here – Episode 270. The Will of Heaven is the Same on Earth (5)

Baltsemer, of course, and everyone else present did not understand what the lighthouse keeper was saying.

Even those surrounding the Holy See were like that.

This was because the Pope, who was overwhelmed by the lighthouse keeper’s energy, had not yet demanded the excommunication of the Emperor. However, even before the Pope’s request was made, the lighthouse keeper declared the Emperor’s excommunication.

As if I had been waiting for this moment to come.

Jeobuk. At that moment, Cardinal Rohen stepped forward through the light pouring in from outside the terrace. He pushed aside the commander of the Knights Templar, who was barely able to kneel, and approached Horma, who was prostrating himself before the lighthouse keeper.

His gaze was directed towards the ground.

It was the gaze of one looking down from heaven to earth.

“The Treaty of Licht has finally been broken.”

“Rohen… … ?”

Rohen looked down at the Pope with cold eyes.

“You are too greedy and too cowardly, and you don’t even know your role. Your usefulness ends here. Now, the empire will once again be governed by the Code of Light.”

***

Baltsemer felt a chill in the scorching heat. His brain creaked as he chewed over the lighthouse keeper’s declaration, but the lighthouse keeper conveyed his meaning in a more intuitive way.

“Kkaaaak!”

Baltsemer turned his head toward the scream that was coming from somewhere. He still couldn’t see, but the voice sounded like Bishop Katin’s. The smell of burning flesh and bones, and the scream that was smoky, were clearly etched into his mind.

Baltzemer began to realize, however faintly, what had happened.

“light housekeeper…….”

When he was about to say something, his head became light with a thud.

Thump, thump.

Baltzemer felt his own head.

The horn that would rattle every time I put on my clothes or got in and out of a carriage.

However, even without the crown, the deer antlers that held more perfect authority and symbolism than anyone else fell off his head.

Baltzemer had never thought of the horn as valuable, nor had he ever relied on it, but the moment he realized it was gone, he felt a loss, like losing a limb.

“me…….”

Before Baltsemer could finish speaking, the light and heat that had been weighing him down suddenly disappeared. The lighthouse keeper, who had been hanging over them from the sky, had disappeared. Since everyone was blind, they had no idea how the lighthouse keeper had disappeared.

“… … Did you throw it away?”

While everyone was confused, Baltsemer was lost in thought, ‘Why?’

When the lighthouse keeper appeared, he offered to lay down all authority and submit, believing that he could be a more capable representative than the foolish and incompetent pope.

But that pride led Baltzemer to the abyss.

The Emperor tried to take control of the Church and completely seize the Empire, but the angels did the opposite, excommunicating the Emperor through the Church and taking control of the Empire.

That wasn’t possible before.

It was because of the Treaty of Richt, which separated the powers of heaven and earth.

However, the empire has now returned to the state it was 300 years ago, before the Treaty of Licht.

And the Baltic Sea was used as a tool to destroy the Treaty of Liechtenstein.

It was all thanks to him laying down all his authority in front of the lighthouse keeper. If he had just charged the soldiers and attacked the saint, this would not have happened.

Subject Here – “Who, can you see!”

The soldiers’ jubilation could be heard.

The eyes that I thought had gone blind quickly returned to normal, and the body that I thought was burning up was fine.

But because the bright light had disappeared, the surroundings seemed as dark as night even in broad daylight, and because the hot heat had disappeared, they felt chilly even in the late summer sun. They were overcome by a maddening emptiness, and they looked for something to satisfy their lack of heat.

“Heresy!”

Baltsemer suddenly saw a soldier daring to point a finger at him. Before he could say anything about this insolent act, the soldiers, gripped by anger and fear, began to run toward him with their flags raised.

“Burn the heretic Baltzemer!”

Only after hearing the scream did Baltsemer realize the meaning.

stir.

Baltsemer, who had been the emperor of the Gertonian Empire until just now, had become a Barbary. A Barbary who was treated as something between an uncivilized person and an animal even in the empire.

“Your Majesty! Your Majesty!”

A small band of knights, soldiers, and aides fought against the oncoming soldiers. In the distance, the charred corpse looked like Bishop Katyn.

Poor man. He devoted his whole life to the Code of Light, yet he was consumed as firewood for warnings.

“These traitorous bastards… … .”

The captain of the Knights of the Guards of Ethelheart shouted and cut down the soldiers without hesitation. However, there were too many of them, and the soldiers were mad. Soon, dozens of weapons were stuck tightly into Ethelheart’s old body. He could not fall because of the spears stuck in his body.

“Wake up, Your Majesty! We must get out of here now!”

‘You’re leaving, Delia? Where are you going?’

He is no longer his Majesty. And who will support Barbary, who opposed the Pope?

The Marquis of Lyon tried to drag Baltsemer by the collar, but was struck in the waist by a soldier’s spear who ran up from behind and fell.

Then someone roughly stabbed Baltsemer in the back of the knee. Baltsemer groaned and fell down. He felt the sharp metal digging into his body several more times.

His clothes were forcibly torn off and his shoes were also taken off.

“Don’t kill him! Don’t kill him! Take him to the Pope and have him tried!”

He heard someone’s urgent voice, but it didn’t seem to be a voice calling for his rescue.

The man who came forward, shoving the soldiers roughly, was Duke Dietrich Brandt. His face was filled with agony, but he dragged Waldsemmer away along with the other soldiers.

Then he loaded the Baltsemer onto the horse like a load.

“I will personally present the heretic to His Holiness! It seems there was a misunderstanding, and if we can convince Him that we were fooled by this heretic, His Holiness will forgive our army!”

‘Clever, Dietrich. That’s how the Brandt family will survive.’

Waldsemer was inwardly impressed, but said nothing. But Dietrich started his horse, and instead of galloping towards Lichtheim, he began to flee in the opposite direction.

Late, shouts of anger and curses erupted among the soldiers. A beat later, the sound of horses’ hooves and the call to shoot arrows were heard from behind.

Baltsemer looked at Dietrich’s back pitifully.

‘You fool. Weren’t we just using each other? Where did this sudden sense of loyalty come from?’

“You can’t die here.”

Dietrich growled and whispered to Waldsemer.

“I saw with my own eyes how, as soon as an angel appeared, he immediately brought down the most powerful man on earth with just a few words, without even giving a reason or hearing an excuse. Do you want me to ignore this absurdity in the world? That is… … .”

Thud, thud! Several arrows flew and struck Dietrich’s back. Dietrich’s body staggered, but he did not let go of the reins.

Dietrich’s back turned red with the gushing blood.

“That, that… … is something I would never do in the world my daughter will live in. Now that you know what a mistake you made, from now on… … .”

Multi-angle, multi-angle, multi-angle! At that moment, a horse came running fast and impaled Dietrich’s back and the horse at the same time. Dietrich let out a deep breath and fell down along with the horse.

Baltzemer took a deep breath from the shock of falling from his horse.

Subject Here – The sound of a horse galloping toward me was heard.

The knight ran and snatched the spear from Dietrich’s back, then jumped down from his horse and aimed at Waldsemer.

“Peltron… … .”

Imperial Knight Commander, Feltron.

He, who had been holding the information of the empire and acting as the Emperor’s secret hand, now aimed his spear at Baltzemer. Despite being aimed at his former lord, his face showed little emotion. When the other knights came running late, he made a gesture.

“Tie us up. We must look as miserable as possible before the Holy Father so that we can be forgiven.”

“yes.”

The knights swallowed nervously as they looked down at Baltsemer. However, Baltsemer, now without his horns, did not seem as intimidating as before.

Peltrun whispered, pretending to lift Baltzemer by the hair.

“The shame is short, but the revenge is long. The Pope is an arrogant man, so he will not kill carelessly.”

He grabbed his chin and turned it around as if he was checking his complexion, then put his finger in Baltsemer’s mouth. He could taste the sour taste of blood, similar to alcohol, on his fingertips. At the same time, Baltsemer felt the shock of his fall from his horse ease.

Baltzemer realized that this was a miracle of the Red Grail and laughed in vain. The closest confidant he had ever trusted, the commander of the Imperial Knights who had been controlling the information of the Empire, was one of the secret fingers of the Red Grail.

He didn’t know why such a Peltran wanted to keep the Emperor alive, but he didn’t even have the energy to ask. Peltran pretended to examine Baltsemer’s complexion, pulled out his finger, and gave instructions to the knights.

“He doesn’t look like he’s about to die. Take him. He’s a strong guy, so he won’t die.”

Baltsemer, tied to the knights’ hands, stood up staggering. The knights took a quick look at Baltsemer, tied to the back of his horse, and then began to run towards Lichtheim again.

Baltsemer tried to follow the horse for a few steps, but his injured knee could not keep him from walking for long. Soon he limped and fell. However, the knight did not spare him and continued to drag Baltsemer along.

Feltron looked back at the back of Baltzemer being dragged away, but there was nothing there except a small forest. The knights approached Feltron, who was watching the forest.

“Shouldn’t the corpses of these heretics and their conspirators be offered to the Pope?”

It was a reference to Dietrich, who died at the hands of Feltron. Feltron spoke calmly.

“Leave it.”

“Yes? But… … .”

“Let the dogs and hawks devour them. There is no time to give a heretic a stern funeral.”

The knights were somewhat puzzled, but they could not doubt the instructions of Feltron, who had captured the fleeing emperor. The knights soon left the body behind and disappeared.

Peltrun looked out into the forest, made a silent eye contact, and then ran back towards Lichtheim.

Towards the holy city of Lichtheim, where joy and fear burn together.

***

The Pope, Horma Khmuel, was still out of his mind.

Just a moment ago, the hundreds of thousands of troops surrounding Lichtheim were roaring, and even the priests and knights within the castle had turned away from him. But now, the entirety of Lichtheim was as quiet as a mouse, and everyone was bowing their heads toward him without even making eye contact.

The whole city was gripped with fear.

But Horma knew that it was never because of his own authority, but because of the celestial beings who reigned over him. Even Horma himself would have liked to bow to someone if he could.

But at least not as much as the man in front of me.

“I have brought down the heretic, Your Holiness!”

The knight who had brought Baltsemer spoke passionately, as if he was actively trying to appeal his innocence.

The state of Baltsemer was miserable.

His clothes were torn to shreds, as if he had been dragged along, and he was practically naked. He had no shoes and was barefoot. His symbolic horns were gone, and he was covered in dirt and dust, and he smelled bad, as if he had been hit by excrement as he came.

It was hard to believe that this was the man who had ruled at the top of the empire only half a day ago.

“……emperor.”