Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 281



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Episode 281. The Opponent (2)

Isaac’s thinking was wrong. Mansengja had no intention of calling Isaac in a hurry.

She had already known early on that Isaac was hanging around the Isacrea estate.

And he also knew that shortly after Isaac set out for Lichtheim, a series of absurd events occurred: the appearance of the lighthouse keeper, the excommunication of the emperor, the breach of the Treaty of Licht, the escape of the emperor, and the birth of the ‘Holy Empire of Gertonia’.

‘Is that guy some kind of bomber?’

The Mansengja, who had been skilled in accepting knowledge through numerous reincarnations, easily accepted the concept of a ‘bomb’.

And some orcs are also fascinated by these explosions and loud noises.

From the time I first heard rumors about Isaac until now, his actions have been such that bombs have literally been exploding everywhere he goes.

So, even though Mansengja knew that Isaac had already returned to the Isacre territory, he deliberately did not call him. It was difficult to be sure that this bomb would not explode in his hands.

Of course, there were more practical reasons as well.

The vanguard, which had captured Soer but suffered its first crushing defeat since the Olkan Discipline began its Great Depredations, had to be reorganized almost from start to finish. A new Manhojang and General Mudang were assigned, and Khan also began to keep a close eye on the northeastern part of the empire where the Isacre territory was located.

He knew that the Isacrea territory was building walls and creating obstacles, but Mansengja didn’t care. Those small stone walls would be swept away by the Khan’s waves. What he was more concerned about was the actions that the country that had been reborn under the name of the ‘Gertonia Holy Empire’ would take after reorganizing the existing political system.

‘Honestly, I’m more afraid of an empire ruled by angels than a human emperor.’

A significant number of countries in the world have similar political systems.

The only reason the Gertonian Empire was in a strange state was because of the Treaty of Licht. Even in the case of the Olkan Discipline, the Khan, the supreme leader, is only Olkan’s agent, and moves under the advice of the angel of fame, ‘Yellow Heaven’.

Fortunately or not, however, the Holy Empire of Gertonia still seemed to have no interest in anything other than the Holy Land.

So, Mansengja was worried about how to treat Isaac who came to him all of a sudden.

***

Atlan and the three Keshiks ran to the river near Soer, their hooves making a rough sound. Across the river stood Isaac and a red-winged woman with hoods covering her head.

The Keshiks were secretly greedy, knowing that they were within an arrow’s reach, but no matter what was done, the decision was made by Atlan, who was dispatched as Khan’s agent.

“Atlanta.”

“Isaac.”

The two called each other’s names casually, as if they were friends who had not seen each other for a long time. But Atlan’s provocation began right away.

“I watched your men build a small stone wall. It was smaller than the walls of Soer, and it looked like someone could jump over it. Are you playing house?”

“that’s right.”

“what?”

“I was just playing house. Not the walls. Thanks for noticing.”

Isaac waved his hand as if it were not a provocation.

Atlan realized that he had thrown away a diplomatic card by provoking them. He could have pressured them by saying, ‘You promised to provide knowledge, but you’re breaking your promise by building a wall?’

“Is your wound better? I think you were bitten a bit back then and were pretty hurt… … .”

“This monster… … .”

On the other hand, Isaac had touched Atlan’s personal pride. Atlan was overwhelming Isaac in skill and physical strength at the time, but he was resentful that he was suddenly hit by a tentacle that suddenly appeared. In fact, he believed that he could have blocked the tentacle if he had prepared for it.

Atlan swallowed his anger and snapped.

“By the way, a priest of the Law of Light came over here. Our soldiers caught him as he was watching from afar. What was he planning to do?”

It seemed like Yuri. As expected, it seems that he was caught as soon as he came out. He must have tried to escape, but it is not something that anyone can do to shake off the cavalry of the Olkan Discipline. Especially if he is a young priest.

“Did you kill him?”

“The knights are dead. The priests seem a bit… … peculiar, so the shamans are interrogating them. After the interrogation, we’ll try to make them renounce their faith for fun.”

Atlan watched Isaac’s reaction, as if expecting him to show weakness if he said he would torture and force the young priest of the Light Code into apostasy. However, Isaac showed no reaction.

“We’re not here to chat, Atlan. Is the Man-Saeng-Ja here?”

Atlan kept his mouth shut for a moment and looked up at the sky. There was a falcon circling in the same spot in the sky. After a moment, he opened his mouth.

“I hear you. Do you have any ‘knowledge’?”

“Before that, let me make one thing clear. If I give you my knowledge, you’ll stop the great plunder, right?”

“Don’t play with words, Grail Knight.”

Atlan snapped, seeming annoyed.

“Your small village is the only one that will turn a blind eye to the Great Pillage. You should already know this, so why do you ask such a pathetic question?”

Of course, Isaac had expected it too.

The Olkan rules have already moved too much. Even if the angels kissed each other and reached an agreement, the interests of the people on the ground are not that simple. If they fail to properly plunder, many tribes will starve to death since they have already started plundering before winter.

One way or another, the empire cannot avoid the phone.

“Hmm… … Okay. Well, it’s not my fault.”

Isaac shrugged his shoulders, as if he wasn’t going to be greedy. Atlan glanced up at the sky again as Isaac seemed ready to answer, preparing to cover his ears.

That too is because some knowledge can be dangerous simply by knowing it.

But Isaac raised his hand and waved.

“No, you don’t have to cover your ears. I don’t mind hearing it.”

While Atlan was wondering, Isaac opened his mouth towards the sky.

“The name of the Nameless Chaos is I, Isaac Isaacrea. I am the sole agent, pope, priest, and believer of the Nameless Chaos. I am the only one who can exercise the power of the Nameless Chaos in the world, and I am the name of the Nameless Chaos.”

Hesabel looked at them with eyes filled with admiration and admiration, while Atlan and Keshik looked at them in shock and surprise. They looked up at the sky in a hurry to find out if this absurd statement was true.

At that moment, Atlan’s body twitched and a sharp light came out from his eyes.

Atlan shouted with the wrath of the living, Ors Mactu.

[No way!]

***

“Ah, shit. It’s not working. Let’s jump, Hesabel.”

“That’s too bad, Isaac!”

Isaac and Hesabel immediately turned their backs without hesitation and began to run away. As soon as he turned his back, a horse appeared from the saddle, red muscles and flesh stretching out like roots.

Isaac immediately jumped on Phantom Steed and ran away.

[Chase!]

The Keshiks were dumbfounded by the sudden change in Isaac’s group, and only jumped into the river in a hurry after hearing the roar of the living being. Atlan also ran as soon as the living being escaped.

Doo doo doo doo doo. The sound of fierce horse hooves pounding the ground as they pursued Isaac and his party.

When the chase began, the Keshiks found Isaac’s escape quite amusing.

There is a river in the middle, but it is not a deep river. Behind it is an open plain. Those who cannot get off their horses there—they are trying to shake off Keshik? It was a strange thought.

But the Keshiks soon had to change their minds.

Isaac was faster than they thought. Faster than they were.

The Keshiks chanted their prayers in a rush at an unbelievable speed that was hard to believe was normal speech.

“Ancestors, show your anger!”

The spirits of the orcs who responded to the prayer began to seep into Keshik’s legs and hooves. With the terrifying power welling up and the hooves firmly kicking the ground, Keshik’s ship began to run quickly in an instant. The speed with Isaac quickly narrowed. Keshik, who was standing at the very front, was the first to load an arrow into his bow.

Crunch! At that moment, Keshik fell down on the spot. His legs were completely broken because he had fallen while running at full speed.

The other Keshiks were shocked by the unprecedented situation where ‘Keshik fell while running’. However, only Atlan, who was running slightly behind, was aware of the situation.

“The weeds are tangled! Watch your step!”

In fact, Isaac’s servant, Hecatli, had already finished her work on this plain a long time ago. She had manipulated the vines and roots underground, causing them to pop out of the ground here and there.

They could have avoided it if they wanted to, but the Keshiks were running too fast. If they slowed down, they would lose Isaac. Eventually, another Keshik tripped and fell, forcing the others to slow down as well.

All that remained were Atlan and one Keshik.

‘How do they run like that?’

Atlan looked at Isaac, who was running so fast without any problem, with a bewildered gaze. Then he soon realized that Isaac’s horse was not ‘pretending to run’ but was actually flying. It was not a Phantom Steed, which was a miracle created by the Immortal Cult, so it was not capable of complete flight, but its tentacles and muscle fiber strands were running as if it was lightly flying like a marten.

Eventually, Atlan had no choice but to stop.

‘That kid, if one of Nana Keshik falls, he’ll definitely come back and attack.’

Since it was 1:1 and they were evenly matched, it was obvious that they would attack with the mindset that they would definitely win if it was 2:1. Last time, Manseongja said, “If he hadn’t used his tentacles, I wouldn’t have intervened,” so this time, he would attack with pure skill. If that happened, Atlan honestly didn’t have confidence that he would win.

[Isaac!]

Suddenly, the living being shouted loudly through Atlan’s mouth. It was a thunderous shout that echoed across the fields and even the mountains.

[That’s not your name! Are you planning on breaking your promise?]

Atlan was confused by the cries of the living being.

What is Mansengja pointing out now? That Isaac’s name isn’t Isaac? No, why is he pointing that out in the first place?

Wasn’t it that Mansengzi was looking for a name for the nameless chaos?

However, Isaac returned to his den at a fast pace without answering the cries of the living. All that remained in the desolate field were the groans of the suffering Keshiks and the gaze of one Keshik looking at him helplessly.

Atlan, who realized that the Manseongja had left his body, sighed and turned his head.

“Let’s go back.”

“Oh, is that it?”

“We must treat the wounded and return to the barracks. We will soon be going to war.”

Atlan wondered if he fully understood the meaning of Isaac’s escape.

Even though I managed to escape from this place right away, it was meaningless.

Now the Khan’s army was about to storm his domain, filled with the wrath of the living.

***

“I’m screwed.”

Isaac clicked his tongue as he watched Atlan turn around. He had even ridden his horse to provoke Atlan into chasing him, but Atlan cleverly figured out his plan.

I thought that I should have just fought when only Keshik and I were left, but then the fight would have been prolonged. The cavalry of the Olkan Discipline would suddenly rush in from the other side of the horizon. I couldn’t help but worry about reinforcements.

“What should I do, Isaac? I could sneak over and cut off his head.”

Isaac shook his head, even though Hesabel spoke confidently. He had no fantasy about a secret assassin sneaking into the camp in the middle of the night and cutting off the general’s head. If he were a commoner, he would be Keshik, a knight of the Olkan Discipline, and the camp would be full of shamans.

“Let’s go and prepare for war. Your skills will come in handy on the battlefield.”

For Hesabel, the role of sniper was enough.

Isaac knew the implications of what he had done.

Now it’s war. The Olkan Discipline will now invade Isacrea territory. And it’s led by the Manseongja.

‘This is all I can do.’

If even a small number of soldiers came to where he was, relatively few soldiers would go to the south. That was the only way and the limit that Isaac could protect the people beyond his reach.

‘Your Majesty, I have done my best. Leave the rest to fate.’