Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 334



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Episode 334. Eyes and Sword (7)

Zzz, zzz!

Isaac’s sword and Dera Heman’s sword clashed powerfully in quick succession.

The most skilled paladin noticed the change. The sound of the swords clashing was different. Only then did the paladins realize something had changed and watched the match with wide eyes.

However, only Dera Heman realized exactly what had changed. The rest just looked at Dera, who had suddenly started to get pushed back, with puzzled eyes.

Dera couldn’t understand their gaze.

Anyone can tell it’s Carlsen.

Although it is completely different from the movements of Carlsen that he has imagined, predicted, and studied, only Carlsen can display such a versatile and powerful swordsmanship.

Carlsen Milter, whom he had seen and experienced.

Isaac’s black sword, which he had used to confront Derra Heman, seemed to be a murderous monster howling from the abyss.

But now, unlike back then, I only felt an extremely refined momentum.

Dera Heman instinctively thought of the snow storms of the far east. The Undead Cult creates bitterly cold weather with the coldness of the dead. The snow storms that blow across the desert have no place to hide, and they devour life in an instant. The sharp snowflakes are like knives.

And inside there is a hunter lurking to catch his prey.

The snow storm is merely a tool to hide the hunter, and even the snow that makes his feet sink and the wind that makes him sway are used. Carlsen was the hunter who mastered the snow storm. And Dera Heman was merely the prey.

‘You’re back! You’re back, Carlsen!’

Despite being treated like prey, Dera felt excitement and regret instead of humiliation.

He had no idea what kind of transformation Carlsen had gone through to appear before him. However, the opponent in front of him was the very Carlsen he had wanted to compete against.

‘Yes, you weren’t playing around either! I too have trained myself countless times, imagining how much you would have changed and how much stronger you would have become! So that I could defeat you no matter what kind of monster you turn into!’

It was hard to imagine how much had changed, but could it be that Carlsen had appeared as a Grail Knight?

No, it didn’t matter anymore. It was enough for Dera to be given the chance to rematch. His desire burned even stronger.

‘This time I will lead you on the right path!’

Passssssss… … The flame of the Ruaddin Key held by Dera Heman burned even brighter, and changed into a white flame. In that fierce flame, Dera Heman also began to draw out his true strength.

A heavenly messenger roared, something even Carlsen Milter had never seen before.

Boom! Carlsen, who had borrowed Isaac’s body, flinched. The fiercely raging snow storm was shattered by the lion’s roar. The hunter was completely exposed. The blazing lion immediately charged without stopping.

Carlsen swung his sword again to counterattack, but Dera instead struck back. The hunter’s sharp blade was no match for the lion’s claws. Dera’s attack, which seemed to show no concern for minor wounds, made Carlsen stagger again.

If we were to summarize the swordsmanship of the Golden Lion Knights that Dera Heman had mastered, it would be to suppress them with overwhelming strength and stamina. Of course, this would be impossible with the strength and stamina of an ordinary person. Naturally, it would only be possible if you were armed with miracles and blessings.

He was a saint born to learn the swordsmanship of the Golden Lion Knights, literally capable of receiving blessings and miracles dozens of times more than others.

Carlsen felt both surprised and puzzled.

‘… … You’ve made progress. You’re not only pushing forward with overwhelming physical strength and miracles, even though you’re a half beat slower, you know how to use my movements in reverse.’

If your physical prowess is overwhelming, it’s okay if your tactics are somewhat lacking.

Mighty miracles, excellent swordsmanship.

That was it.

But now it’s different.

It’s still a bit slower than Carlsen. But once he catches up, he knows how to break the balance at the right time and how to press down so that the opponent can’t use their full strength. The more strength the opponent uses, the stronger the counterattack is.

A bitter smile appeared on Carlsen’s lips.

Isaac was right.

His assertion that he could ‘break it’ without hesitation was arrogant. It was clear that Dera Heman had undergone rigorous training and practice, despite his physical limitations.

Carlsen was honestly impressed by Dera. Beating Dera was not just one of Carlsen’s many victories. It was certainly an honorable achievement that deserves to be placed at the forefront of his career.

‘But this time I win too.’

Because now, it wasn’t just Carlsen and Dera who were here.

Boom, crunch, crunch!

In the midst of noise and scenery that made it hard to believe that people were fighting each other, the courtyard of the Milishar Monastery was instantly reduced to ashes. The fierce momentum alone left scars all over the stone walls and pillars. In a situation where one could lose their head if they got caught up in it, the knights tried not to miss even a little bit of this battle.

Ding! Then, something strange happened again.

This time too, the first one to notice was Dera Heman.

He felt in the snow storm not a hunter, but another monster of the abyss.

***

Isaac felt as if his whole body was melting in the hot water.

Carlsen Milter’s memories, experiences, knowledge, momentum, and enlightenment were pouring in. In the midst of the fierce battle between life and death, everything about Carlsen was seeping into every muscle cell. Isaac was melting away the decades of Carlsen’s life in just a few minutes of battle.

With each strike of the sword, his body was pounded as if being refined, and with each wound, a strong mark was left in his memory that would never be forgotten.

Even my short breaths felt like they were being soaked in cold water.

It was terribly painful, but successful.

As Isaac absorbed Carlsen’s experiences and knowledge, he felt Carlsen’s ego fading away. At some point, Isaac himself began wielding the sword.

It’s not as if Carlsen had handed over the initiative, but as if it had been Carlsen from the beginning.

‘good.’

Carlsen’s fading self whispered in Isaac’s ear.

‘Me and Dera, the next era is yours.’

Isaac swung his sword upwards, feeling slightly dazed. Dera blocked it with his sword as he had been doing, then tried to push it forward, but flinched back.

The knights watching from the surroundings were surprised by that fact.

‘You’ve faced that black sphere head-on, and now you’re backing down?’

Isaac’s sword cut through the air in vain. However, Dera felt a chilling sensation and a sense of discomfort. Even if he had been hit by that much, it would not have been able to penetrate even the armor that was miraculously armed. However, for some reason, his instincts were extremely wary of his opponent.

What was in front of him now was not Carlsen.

It was a new monster that had invaded the midst of a snow storm where lions and hunters were fighting.

Isaac staggered around with his eyes clouded over, wondering what he was thinking. The words that Derra demanded were in his throat, asking him to hand over Carlsen again. However, Isaac swallowed Carlsen and soon turned into a snow storm itself and rushed at him.

Isaac Swordsmanship: Each of the eight branches rushed to devour Terah Heman. It looked like an avalanche of a snowy mountain overturning and covering Terah. Inside it, a monster that overturned the mountain was writhing.

‘What the… what the…!’

Dera himself countered with his advanced swordsmanship. The burst of light burned away the dark auras one by one. Believing in miracles and the Holy Spirit, he dug in while enduring some degree of injury.

The more life-giving the sword is, the greater the risk of being defeated. Isaac, who had not yet erased the traces of Carlsen, had plenty of room to dig in.

Crunch, crunch! The blows to Dera’s armor and body were enough to blow off his limbs, but his limbs were still attached.

Perhaps judging that it would be okay as long as the limbs were attached, Dera launched an attack that split Isaac’s torso in two by crushing the eight-pronged center.

Kkagagagagak!

But what was waiting beyond that was Isaac’s Cachulain, who had been waiting as if he knew it would come. Dera was surprised that such a powerful attack was a deterrent.

‘My movements were read?’

But this was a distance enough to decide the match anyway.

The Luaddin Key that Dera held burned brightly enough to obliterate all colors around it. The advanced swordsmanship of the Golden Lion Knights, an advanced swordsmanship that only a few of the past captains had achieved, was manifested in his hands.

A sword with the image of an angel wielding it when he came down to earth to punish sinners.

Sword of Condemnation.

The moment he raised his sword, which he had prepared as a desperate measure to defeat Carlsen, Dera once again saw an unbelievable sight.

This was because Isaac copied his movements as if in a mirror.

An impossible, yet ominous thought crossed my mind.

But his hands were already moving.

The moment Dera Heman’s sword rose into the sky, a lightning-like beam of light struck from the sky to the ground. A terrifying flash of light and a loud noise that seemed out of this world blinded everyone’s eyes and ears.

The knights present did not doubt Isaac’s death. It was a luxurious way to execute a criminal.

But when they finally regained their sight, the knights were speechless at the sight that was revealed.

Isaac stood with his sword raised as if he was cutting from below. Beside him lay the broken key of Ruaddin, cooling to a gray color. And right before him, Dera Heman was kneeling, clutching his face.

Parsuck, parsuck… … .

And the broken mask was slipping between his fingers.

Isaac won by a landslide.

***

It was a situation where the outcome was obvious to anyone, but the sight was so shocking that no one opened their mouths.

Derra Heman, the commander of the Golden Lion Knights, is kneeling, and the Luaddin Key, the symbol of honor for the knights, is torn in half and rolling around.

Above all, the knights were speechless at the fact that the Sword of Judgment had been defeated.

The Sword of Judgment is an advanced swordsmanship that can only be learned by an angel directly, because a human dares to imitate an angel. It was the first time in history that a non-angel human blocked the Sword of Judgment.

The whole sight seemed almost blasphemous.

“Ugh… … .”

At that moment, Isaac seemed to have come to his senses and stopped his movements.

My whole body was screaming.

The aftereffects of Carlsen using his advanced swordsmanship on his own body and forcing himself to learn his experience were belatedly returning. Isaac also collapsed, unable to hold on, as his muscles all over his body spasmed and he complained of pain.

‘Even if a squirrel comes at me with a knife in its mouth right now, I don’t think I can win.’

Isaac was worried that Soltna might come running with a grudge. He only hoped that the other paladins would be honored. However, Isaac changed his mind as he turned his gaze to Dera Heman. Right now, he should be worried about Dera Heman more than the squirrel or Soltna.

Blood dripped from between his broken mask.

Dera Heman was recalling the moment when his swords clashed with Isaac’s.

‘I’m sure. He saw my swordsmanship… …and imitated it right there on the spot.’

The moment the Sword of Judgment was swung down at Isaac, Isaac skillfully changed the trajectory of the sword and brought it up from below. However, just like the shape of light falling from the sky, Isaac also drew an unknown dark energy from deep within and clashed with it.

The trajectory of the collision was also clever. Despite being half a beat slower than Dera Heman, it collided at a location sufficient to exploit his weak point. Right in front of his mask.

What should we call the sword that prevents the angel’s condemnation?

If I had to call it that, it would be appropriate to call it “against the heavens.” The word itself alone gave Dera Heman a chill at the blasphemous tone. What on earth did Isaac see and what did he want to cut that he could visualize such swordsmanship?

Dara stared at the pool of blood in his hand. It had been a long time since a wound had healed this long.

She always appears at times like this.

The seven pupils instantly turned white.