Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 285



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Episode 285. The Opponent (6)

Isaac also felt the strange events that were happening in the Isacre territory. Fortunately, Isaac had expected the miracle of the ogres to some extent, so he quickly mobilized most of the food and stored it in the monastery.

The food in the monastery was protected by priests and holy relics. However, as with all people, it was impossible to control people from taking food out of their back pockets. In the end, all the food that the residents had hidden away for emergency purposes was looted.

‘I can’t help it.’

If they had tried to take even the stuff in their back pockets, the morale of the residents would have hit rock bottom. They might have even tried to run away before they could fight. However, seeing the food being stolen by the orcs right before their eyes, their anger would be directed straight at the Olkan Discipline.

The monastery had enough food to feed all its inhabitants without any problems. It was much more sustainable than the Olkan Discipline, where food was rotting away in real time.

Shhhhhhhhhhhh… … At Isaac’s command, Hecatli began to move the forest and distort the terrain. It was to make the orcs lose their way and head towards the wrong place. However, the shamans of the Olkan Discipline were not so easy as to just sit back and let the miracle unfold in real time.

Hecatli, who had been delicately weaving her way through the forest, suddenly stopped moving and turned her neck 180 degrees.

‘You are possessed by an evil spirit, Isaac.’

‘Okay. Take a break.’

Shamans were very sensitive to the location where miracles were occurring and sent evil spirits to kill them.

If it had been a normal human priest, he would have died instantly the moment his neck was turned, but Hecatli’s appearance was closer to a plant than a human, and there was no clear part that could be called a neck in the first place. However, since it was difficult to remove the powerful curse of killing, Hecatli was ordered to rest for the time being.

‘Traelgul? You still can’t move?’

‘… … .’

There was little will felt from the Lord of the Castle, Traelgul. When Sahul Khan fired the Nether into the Perth Valley, Traelgul was nearby. Perhaps it was shattered by the blow. It was not completely dead, but it did not seem to be of much use. In fact, the fog he had summoned was naturally dissipating.

Meanwhile, Isaac was heading to the place where Hesabel had fallen. He had sent Jihillet to Nell, who had fallen too far away, but in this situation, Nell might have been safer.

Too many shamans, too many armies, too many miracles were pouring out all at once.

In fact, this was a normal process. Even if Isaac had used his dragon, his opponents were the country, religion, and people. That power could not be overturned by a single individual showing off his skills.

Supply blockage and food spoilage? The Orcs of the Orkhan Discipline consider the corpses of their comrades as emergency food. They do not particularly prefer it, but they can eat it when they must. It is an efficient use of resources.

If many orcs die, a lot of food will be generated.

Sniping and morale-lowering? Efficient sniping is impossible with just one Hesabel. With such a difference in power, it is difficult to expect a proper morale-lowering effect. There are already too many shamans to instill fear by assassinating them like in Soer.

Isaac’s followers? The Old Gods are at best just strong monsters. Isaac himself would be strong enough to compete for the ranks within the Orkan Code, but his followers are not. Even within the Orkan Code alone, there were plenty of powerful beings.

For example, Atlan grabbing Hesabel’s neck right in front of his eyes.

***

“Isaac, you’re here.”

Atlan stared at Isaac with cold eyes and spoke. Hesabel, who was grabbed by the neck, struggled and clawed and pinched Atlan’s hands, but he did not seem to have the strength to resist any further. His wings were broken, as if he had wrapped them around his body while falling.

“You’re a woman with a good sense of humor. It’s not easy to avoid the underworld, and neither are your winged pets. Is that your woman?”

“No. I’m married.”

“I thought so. The Red Grail woman doesn’t make a good wife.”

Isaac never asked when we became close enough to talk about girlfriends, because he had more provocative vocabulary.

“But it’s better than sticking to words.”

Atlan’s expression hardened.

Isaac’s words were the sole complex of Atlan, the great and strong warrior of the Olkan discipline. Of course, no orc thought it was a big flaw, but Atlan was strongly aware of it.

Atlan tightened his grip on Hesabel. Hesabel’s face turned red.

“Do you want to see your subordinates die in front of your eyes?”

“I’m not going to kill you.”

Isaac answered calmly.

“If you were going to kill me, you would have killed me before I got here. Weren’t you waiting because you wanted to fight me again?”

Atlan smiled, baring his fangs.

The Olkan discipline is not as obsessed with fair combat as the Elil discipline, but rather respects bloody fights that show off each other’s bravery. Of course, they are more rational than the Elil knights in that they do not hesitate to resort to cowardly tactics when they are defeated.

“Okay. Thanks for noticing. Let’s make up for what we couldn’t do back then!”

Atlan threw Hesabel backwards while running towards Isaac with two curved swords.

Boom. A loud noise echoed as four hooves stampeded the ground, and Atlan charged at incredible speed.

Isaac had no intention of taking the full-power charge of a giant weighing nearly a ton with his bare body. He quickly dodged and dodged into Atlan’s embrace. The sword was in a position where it would be crushed under the hoof even if it avoided damage, but Isaac did not hesitate. Instead, he wounded a part of Atlan’s leg and escaped, approaching Hesabel.

Atlan snorted with a bland expression. Isaac checked Hesabel’s condition.

“Hesabel, can you escape?”

“I can fight, Isaac.”

“It’s worse if you’re taken hostage. I’ve already invested too much in you. I think your future value will steadily increase, so don’t bluff here and run away. If you run away, I can run away when I have a chance.”

Hesabel nodded, understanding the gist of what Isaac meant. He had also said that he could fight anyway, just to look good.

Hesabel glared at Atlan for a moment and then quickly ran away. As expected, Atlan did not chase after Hesabel. Instead, he warned Isaac.

“If you run away, I’ll kill everyone around you next time and make you come at me myself.”

“Have you lost a grudge against me? What do you want? Kill a monster and prove your bravery?”

“It’s just that I feel like I’ve met my match. Because in the Olkan discipline, I no longer have a match.”

Sahullan Khan would have been the exception. Even if Khan had attacked, Keshik would not have been able to counterattack. Isaac sighed and raised the tip of his sword. Atlan spun the curved sword around and quickly charged again.

Bang, bang, bang! The two curved swords rushed toward Isaac in a flashy manner. The swords rushed at him with such great weight, power, and speed that even Isaac’s arms went numb. Kachulain was able to withstand the impact, but the damage steadily accumulated in Isaac’s bones.

“Is this all there is to it, the renowned Knight of the Holy Grail of the West!”

At that moment, Atlan suddenly lowered his body and rushed forward, flicking his arrows as if he was shooting them. It was Atlan’s advanced swordsmanship. Isaac hurriedly used Isaac’s Swordsmanship: Eight-Pronged to narrowly avoid the trajectories of the two swords flying towards him.

Kwadudududu! Atlan appeared far behind Isaac, as if he had pierced through him. Thick trees fell down along his path. Isaac could only imagine the countless soldiers who would have been cut down if this had been a battlefield.

Atlan said, revealing his teeth.

“Take it out.”

“what?”

“That’s it. The tentacle. I let my guard down back then. The Manseongja won’t come, so take it out. I’ll show you my power.”

It must have been quite humiliating to have been knocked out by the abyss’s grasp at that time. Isaac wondered how far Atlan’s pride would go. However, Hesabel must have also fallen far behind, so he decided to educate him a little about his pride.

Isaac raised his left hand as if he would do as he wished. Soon, colors from beyond began to flow out, rippling. He spread the colors around him and wrapped himself around them.

Atlan raised his sword nervously. The colors beyond swelled like a tall tree. Then suddenly, a swaying vortex formed, and a tentacle the size of a house burst out of it. It was much larger and thicker than the tentacle that had previously attacked Atlan, and it struck him down in one breath.

At that moment, Atlan swung his curved sword towards the tentacle with a fierce roar.

Quaddudduduk! The two curved swords ripped the tentacles apart in an instant. The tentacles split into three branches in an instant, and the fluid that spurted out soaked Atlan’s body. The tentacles let out a strange roar and were instantly sucked back into the color. Atlan let out a roar of victory while covered in hot fluid.

“You look happy.”

At that moment, Isaac’s voice was heard beyond the colors. Atlan, unable to calm down his excitement, aimed his curved sword at Isaac. Having overcome even the tentacles, Isaac was no longer his opponent.

But Isaac, who appeared as the colors beyond began to fade, did not seem to have lost any of his spirit. He was just looking at himself as if he was different. Not only that, but he looked a little different.

“I admit it. You are the strongest warrior in the Olkan discipline.”

Isaac was wrapped in crimson tentacles all over his neck, shoulders, and even part of his face. Atlan saw the thin tentacles flutter even to his eyes, and realized that Isaac was preparing something. Atlan hastily raised his dagger.

“But right now, I’m not the strongest here.”

Isaac took a quiet step forward.

***

Isaac recalled his duel with Elril.

Of course, Atlan is nothing compared to Elil. However, if Isaac were to concentrate and gather strength like he did when fighting Elil, it would be difficult for him to endure even a short moment. That duel was possible because it was Urbansus.

But Isaac wondered how he could respond to the sight of Elril detonating a nuclear explosion with a sword faster than light.

It was not an easy question.

Even Isaac, who had a genius talent, could only grope and draw with vague concepts. But today, right now, Isaac was able to obtain a complete image while dealing with the Olkan discipline.

A sword that can swallow light.

Just the thought of Elril was enough to make Isaac acknowledge just how strong Atlan was.

So Isaac showed his sword to Atlan with awe.

Isaac Swordsmanship: Silk Horizon

Atlan felt his vision distorted.

The world caved in around Isaac’s sword. The world’s most ferocious predator, a dark monster with an endless hunger that devoured even light, gaped open its maw.

Atlan could neither perceive nor understand what it was.

He tried to back off at first, but realized that it was impossible.

Isaac was still a long way away. But his sword had already split him in two. It was a foregone conclusion, a consequence that had already happened, and he was still stuck in the past.

I know it sounds crazy, but it was possible here.

Here, inside the event horizon, no one can escape, no one can observe what is happening. All they can do is wait for the moment when they will be devoured by that vicious predator.

Isaac’s sword approached calmly, as if following the established order. Atlan raised his curved sword as if he were performing a play and blocked it. The two curved swords, which were holy relics blessed by the angels, were crushed as if they were being chewed by Isaac’s blade. Atlan’s two arms broke, unable to withstand the impact.

and…….

Kwadudududu! A gust of wind swept in with a loud noise and tossed Atlan’s body around. The air that had gathered for a moment dispersed all at once, creating an impact close to an explosion. Atlan hurriedly tried to get up, but collapsed.

He clearly saw his future splitting apart, but he couldn’t understand why he was still alive.

And in the middle of the empty space before his eyes, Isaac was standing. The trees, rocks, and ground around him were distorted and bowed down as if in worship.