Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 287



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Episode 287. The Opponent (8)

Although Kraxal didn’t fully realize what was happening, he knew what he had to do first.

“Grail Knight! Catch the Grail Knight!”

We don’t know how much power the newly arrived enemy has, or how powerful a force they have joined.

But judging from Isaac’s attitude, it was clear that he had anticipated this situation and had intentionally brought in the Olkan discipline.

Isaac had to be captured immediately and taken hostage.

The Keshiks, who had already made similar judgments, attacked Isaac before Kraxal could give them the order. It was more of an attack to split his body in two than a hostage, but Isaac was a little faster than them.

Thud, thud!

Isaac struck Keshik’s curved sword and plunged his left hand into the bastard’s horse’s body. The hand engulfed in black energy easily dug into his chest, and Isaac pulled out a tentacle from within and slashed it in one stroke.

“Keuk… … !”

It was a small wound compared to Keshik’s large body, but unlike its appearance, its insides were covered in mud. It was as if a blender had been pushed in. When Keshik fell in vain with one blow of the martial arts, the Keshik around him were shocked and stopped. Taking advantage of this gap, Isaac quickly pulled his body back.

“this guy!”

The Keshiks quickly followed behind Isaac.

Isaac, with his back turned, looked like easy prey.

Thud, thud, thud! But just in time, arrows began to rain down from the monastery. The arrows rained down without regard for Pia.

Isaac and Keshik were capable of striking the blind arrows, but it was enough to make them hesitate.

That moment of timing was enough.

“Stop chasing me and come back!”

The scream-like cries of the Kraxal were not heard by the Keshiks whose vision was narrowed. However, even if they had heard it, it would have been too late.

If there are any men in the world who ride better than the light cavalry of the Olkan Discipline, it is the knights of Elril.

Elril’s knight, Reina Hild, who had been running fiercely at an unbelievable speed down the slope, pierced Keshik’s torso with her cavalry lance in one breath. Bam. The momentum would have been broken by the collision of the enormous masses, but Reina Hild showed us another unbelievable sight. She lifted Keshik up with his horse’s torso and threw him at another Keshik.

“Hahahaha! Holy Grail Knight, here’s a gift!”

Reina burst into hearty laughter and ran towards Keshik again. Other Ellir knights quickly followed, hurling insults like “Are you crazy?” and “Are you crazy?”

The Elril Knights smoothly split into two groups, centered around Isaac, and charged towards the Keshiks.

Crunch, crunch. The stopped Keshiks could not withstand the flow of the Elril knights charging at them at a fierce speed. Like grains of sand being swept away by a river, they were instantly stabbed by swords and spears and melted beneath the horses’ hooves.

“Isaac, I’m glad it’s not too late.”

Lyanna Georg, Swordmaster of Elril and Guardian of the Holy Land, appeared beside Isaac. It had been a long time since I had seen her face, but I did not expect her to feel so welcome.

“No. You came right on time.”

Isaac was relieved to see that the time was roughly as expected.

Isaac intended for the arrival of Elril’s reinforcements at Norden Port to coincide with the arrival of the Olkan Discipline into Isacrea’s domain. Whether or not Sahul Khan intervened, Isaac intended for them to arrive by this time.

However, the Olkan Discipline arrived a little earlier than expected, so Isaac had to waste time walking slowly and pretending to negotiate with nonsense.

The time-wasting attempt, risking one’s life, was eventually successful without even getting hit by a single cannon shot.

Lyanna and Isaac, once enemies but now allies, awkwardly exchanged glances. Lyanna chose the battlefield over being with Isaac.

“His Majesty Aethelred is coming from behind with the rearguard. I will now leave.”

She immediately shook the reins and ran towards the orc army.

As I watched Lyanna leap into the ranks of slaughtering the orcs who were slowly retreating, countless cheers were heard.

“Holy Grail Knight! Holy Grail Knight! Holy Grail Knight!”

Soldiers and knights who had been waiting in the monastery poured out. They chanted the Grail Knights as if they would not give up, listening to the sound of Elil’s trumpets and the drums of the world’s hearths.

Isaac locked eyes with Rottenhammer, who was running ahead.

It seemed like he was overcome with emotion and ran off, but in fact he was doing as Isaac instructed.

The vanguard that arrived with Lyanna was made up of knights who prioritized attack power and mobility. They were not very numerous. The Isacrea army had to fill this gap.

“Kill the intruders!”

The soldiers ran together with the roar of Rottenhammer.

Of course, other than the knights, the only thing the other soldiers could do was deal with the remnants. However, Isaac deliberately pushed them into battle.

‘You can’t let them feel like they just won the victory.’

Isaac’s people must shed blood and sweat on this land.

They had to be made to feel attached and proud of this land. That was the way to mix with the foreigners who suddenly poured in and those of different religions.

And Isaac didn’t want them to feel like this battle was some miraculous victory.

I wanted them to accept that it was a victory they had achieved.

***

Isaac’s primary strategic objective was to ‘hold out until the knights of Elril arrive.’

Since I had a rough idea of ​​the marching speed of the Knights of Elril, it wasn’t too difficult to hold out against the time limit.

This means, ‘I did not wait for the arrival of the world’s sect of the brazier.’

The reason was simple.

This was because they had already arrived before the Olkan Discipline had even set foot on the Gelifard Mountains.

Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud.

The sound of drums being struck in the world’s furnace sects continued to beat hearts. This heavy bass, which expressed the sound of hammering in the blacksmith’s shop through instruments, instilled fighting spirit and vitality in the hearts of warriors, and displeasure and fear in the enemies. The sound of drums echoed through the valleys of the mountains and resonated without ceasing.

“Coming.”

As soon as the dwarf uttered a short word, a crowd of axe-wielding warriors rushed out from inside the tunnel.

The World’s Brazier Order decided to move south almost simultaneously after the Olkan Discipline began its invasion.

They originally planned to launch an independent attack separate from the Isacrea Estate. However, the furnace craftsman, Ulsten, who visited the Isacrea Estate, proposed an attractive strategy.

There’s a network of abandoned mines in the Gelliford Mountains, like anthills. How about ambushing them and attacking them?

Although Wolsten was a somewhat radical priest, bordering on heresy in the world’s hearth cult, everyone agreed that the plan was to kill a lot of orcs.

The rugged mountain ranges and abandoned mines were both environments that the world’s furnaces liked, and above all, being able to receive cooperation from local leaders was a great merit.

Thanks to this, the World’s Brazier Sect spent nearly two weeks lying in wait in an abandoned mine.

Until the orcs pass overhead.

Because the countless troops of the Olkan Discipline could not enter the Isacre territory at once, the soldiers formed a long line divided into several branches.

They noticed something strange happening up ahead, but it was hard to tell because most of the commanders were gathered at the front. The orcs started to move, trying to climb to some higher ground or avoid stagnation.

And then warriors wearing wolf skins rushed in front of them.

Crunch, crunch! One swing of the axe split his shoulder, another split his skull vertically. The warrior pulled out his axe in one breath and kicked the orc down the cliff. The orcs were horrified at the sight of the wolf skins and the strange tattoos on the warriors’ faces.

“Lycanthropes! Lycanthrope warriors! The brazier cult of the world has appeared!”

“Awww!”

The warrior threw his axe into the face of the orc who was howling and imitating the howl of a wolf. The orcs belatedly took aim at the warriors with their bows and began shooting. A few warriors staggered after being hit by arrows, but soon they too threw their axes and felled the archers in their path.

And then he started to cry.

“Awww!”

“Awww!”

The fight between the Lycanthrope warriors begins when all weapons are discarded.

The howls of wolves echoed here and there.

At the same time, the wolf skin on the warrior’s head began to press against his skin. As his skeleton swelled abnormally, hair grew along the tattoos on his skin, and his entire body transformed into a half-wolf, half-human form. Dagger-like claws and saw-like teeth sprouted from his hands.

The values ​​worshipped by the world’s sects of the hearth are birth and change.

Created with their divine essence, the lycanthrope warriors were the holy knights of the World’s Hearth Cult, and were able to use the miracle of transforming from human form to beast form.

The lycanthrope warriors, who had become giant werewolves reaching 2.5 meters in height in an instant, continued the fight again. The orcs’ battle lines began to rapidly collapse under the sudden attack of these berserkers.

This was a sporadic occurrence not only in this location, but also throughout the Gelliford Mountains, wherever there were orcs.

As the waists snapped here and there, each group of orcs split into units of white tigers and thousand tigers. Some were ordered to retreat, some to support, and some to advance, causing confusion in the command structure. However, a disaster soon occurred that made countless orcs decide to retreat.

Kwarrrrrrung!

Many orcs witnessed the sight of lightning shooting from the ground and rising into the sky.

All that could be seen there were a few dozen trees blackened by lightning.

The orcs screamed at the sight of a landscape that seemed like a symbol of some kind of existence.

“Tukhalin! Thunderbolt Tukhalin has appeared! It’s Soul Destroyer Tukhalin!”

***

“It’s a mess.”

Sahullan could feel everything that was happening around him through the Netherworld.

Khan’s eyes were everywhere. Orcs being crushed by the knights of Elril in the front, orcs being slaughtered by Isacrea’s rabble, and even the rear being destroyed by the sudden attack of the World’s Brazier Cult.

Each and every one of these are threats that Sahullan had in mind.

But I never expected to encounter all these elements at once, and in such a remote location. This was a land of no value other than its strategic location over the Gelliford Mountains.

‘I think the lord here originally planned to commit treason. We provided him with weapons in order to get him on our side, but it failed.’

At that time, it was a land called Hendrak. It was a land that had only that much meaning to Sahullan.

He could not understand why so many believers of this faith were risking their lives on earth.

Then suddenly, Sahullan looked up and saw a person over there.

Whether it was a coincidence or he had been paying attention from the beginning, he also made eye contact with Sahullan.

[It’s because of that guy.]

The Hwangcheon clearly pointed out that the cause of what was happening now was Isaac Isaacrea, the Knight of the Holy Grail.

While he was deceiving Manseongja and buying time, he was doing such cunning things.

Of course, this was ignored as the Olkan discipline also needed time to reorganize the army.

The important thing was one thing: at least that Grail Knight had to be eliminated from this place.

“Khan, you must step back! The rearguard of Elil is coming!”

The shaman Teherma advised, sweating profusely.

It is not known whether the knights of Elril were incredibly fast or whether they had some special way of holding onto the souls. However, through the countless souls pouring in ceaselessly, Teherma could tell that the army that had been flanking on the left had suffered almost total destruction.

This means that Ellil’s forces are not only formidable, but also powerful.

The vanguard that had just arrived was literally just a vanguard.

“Pull back the soldiers.”

Teherma was relieved. But Sahullan showed no sign of backing down. Instead, he took out the netherworld and aimed an arrow.

While Teherma was surprised, Sahullan aimed the edge of the netherworld at Isaac.

‘You said you were badly injured in the fight with Atlan.’

Just get the direction right. No need for precise aiming.

As soon as Sahullan lifted the netherworld, he released his bowstring.

The iron sword cut through the air terrifyingly.

The rending gust of wind pierced through the torsos of two or three Elil knights. And yet, the arrows, filled with the wrath of the past Khans, struck down like lightning towards Isaac.

bang.

But at that moment, one person leapt forward and decisively kicked the iron bar away. The crystal barrier that appeared for a brief moment shattered brilliantly and scattered into the air.

[Who dares threaten the great messenger sent by Eliel!]

It was Rihanna. But inside, it wasn’t Rihanna.

She aimed the tip of her sword at Sahullan, her golden eyes shining.

Isaac smiled languidly as he watched the sight.

‘Okay, if angels come forward, then other faiths will have a reason to come forward as well.’

Isaac was delighted with this situation.

There was no reason to feel bad about other people stepping up and winning for free in his place.