Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 335



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Episode 335. Brilliance (1)

Isaac saw the Dera Heman in front of him slowly turning white.

First, his seven eyes lit up. It was a light that did not exist in the world, a light that burned by using the human body as a lamp, a radiance that seeped out from the cracks of heaven. Every drop of blood that Dera Heman shed burned with holy radiance.

As the light began to fill the monastery, the surrounding paladins were the first to prostrate themselves. They already knew what was going on.

The prostrated knights sang hymns in unison, praising the angel who had arrived at the abandoned monastery. Saltna Culbane also felt his head heat up as he realized who the approaching angel was. He unconsciously fell to the ground and praised the approaching divinity.

Isaac, who was already exhausted, couldn’t move, but he could tell too.

An angel is coming.

An angel comes who divides the world into black and white with clear light.

“Flaming Virgin, illuminate us with your divine flame so that we may not have a single shadow!”

Saltnaga cried out in a howl.

The silently burning flames dyed Dera Heman’s entire body. Dera, engulfed in pure white flames, slowly stood up from his spot. Without a mask, he had to die in real time, but the mere presence of an angel filled him with divinity deep within his body.

‘As expected, it’s Ishbosheth.’

It was the angel Isaac had expected.

There are four angels currently active in the Book of Light, but the only one that is thought to be able to move is the ‘Burning Virgin, Ishbosheth.’

And the reason Saltna is being praised so excessively in that corner is because she was the first Inquisitor, the Angel of Honor.

The burning maiden who had borrowed Dera’s body turned her head and looked at Isaac.

“… … I present to you the burning virgin.”

Isaac barely opened his mouth as he felt his whole body heat up. Despite her name, the Burning Maiden did not really burn and spew flames.

However, the rays of light emanating from the seven eyes of Dera Heman each contained the same heat as the keys of Ruaddin. If you were determined to look at them, just looking at them would be enough to easily burn a person to death.

Isaac said, barely able to bear the gaze.

“I hereby inform you that it was a fair trial by combat, and that I have been victorious.”

I had to strike before Saltna could start talking nonsense. The paladins were speechless and couldn’t say anything. But the angel didn’t really care what the humans said.

[How are you still alive?]

It wasn’t a particularly friendly answer. The burning maiden looked at him with genuine wonder, then reached out her hand to Isaac. He had an instinctive premonition that if he touched that hand, he would die.

[Nameless chaos watches you.]

The appearance of angels always causes absurd absurdity, while at the same time giving probability to all absurd things. So Isaac had to prepare to overcome that absurdity.

Boom! Boom! The sudden loud noise shook the Milishar Monastery violently.

“What! Is it an earthquake?!”

The mere presence of an angel turned the place into a temple and a sacred sanctuary. The knights, who were not sure whether they could cause chaos in such a sanctuary, hesitated and could not move. The burning maiden stopped reaching out to Isaac and turned all seven of her gazes in different directions.

The loud noise continued for a few more times, and then it finally revealed itself. Boom! Something had burst through the old stone walls of the monastery, and stopped just before it could pierce the burning maiden. It was none other than a giant whaling harpoon.

Harpoons as big as anchors capable of stopping ships weighing tens or hundreds of tons were driven into various parts of the monastery.

“Pull!”

Soon, a horn sounded from somewhere and the chain on the end of the harpoon was pulled taut.

Kwaddeuk, Kwaddeuk, Kwaddeuk! The monastery, hundreds of years old, began to peel away with a scream. The long-neglected walls soon exposed their flesh to the rough sea. Dozens of ships could be seen recovering their harpoon guns beyond the waves.

“Salt Council Sailors!”

***

“So this is what it has come to, Chairman Yenkos Hare.”

“I can only hope that no one gets harpooned at this rate, Captain Aidan.”

The Salt Council Chairman, Yenkos, looked at the tattered Milishar Monastery, biting his fingernails. If he knew that they had just nearly impaled a burning maiden, he might faint, but he didn’t know yet.

I heard it was an old abandoned monastery, but it was still the Monastery of the Code of Light. As a believer of the Salt Council who had been traumatized by the Code of Light, it was only natural that fear would creep up. Even inside, there was the Golden Lion Knights, the strongest of the Code of Light.

But even so, they had no choice but to shoot the harpoon. The person being held captive by the Golden Lion Knights was none other than the ‘Dreamer’, who might be their savior.

“The Holy Grail Knight also hoped that this situation would not occur. He said that he would receive a fair trial, but if they tried to persecute him unjustly, he asked for our help… … We must do our best.”

It was no coincidence that the Salt Council’s fleet suddenly appeared here.

Isaac sent the Isacrea Dawn Corps out on a campaign, and also conveyed his intentions to the Salt Council. The fourth Isacrea Dawn Corps, unknown to the people, and the fleet of the Salt Council set out like that.

And just as they arrived, the Knights of the Golden Lion took Isaac into custody. Isaac asked for ‘insurance’ here: if he were to be treated unfairly despite the just outcome, he would be given a chance to escape.

Of course, Isaac had no intention of dying, regardless of whether the procedure was fair or unfair.

Anyway, since Isaac won the trial by combat, the angel’s intervention was unfair. Then Isaac had no choice but to struggle.

“First of all, I hope that the Knight of the Holy Grail escapes safely.”

Aidan said, keeping his eyes on the sky above the Milishar Monastery.

It wasn’t just the Salt Council fleet that was moving. The dragons, Nel and Hesabel, landed on the Milishar Monastery, creating a fierce gust of wind. The monastery, which was already on the verge of collapse due to its peeling shell, shook violently. It wasn’t much of a problem for them, since they had wings.

But it was a different story for the knights huddled together in the courtyard. They flinched as they looked at the tottering monastery.

Nell neither roared nor howled. Instead of rebuking them for their injustice, Hesabel glared at them with cold eyes.

Saltna was furious at the outrage, which seemed to show no regard for the authority of angels.

“What blasphemous acts do the pagans dare to commit before the Code of Light!”

“Doesn’t the Code of Light know fairness?”

Hesabel responded coldly.

“I learned the justice, discipline, and self-restraint of the Code of Light while serving my master. However, everything that is happening here seems far from that. Are you trying to tarnish the results of the fight for the honor of the Knight Commander?”

Of course, Hesabel had not learned such things from Isaac. Hesabel expected the knights to look embarrassed at her natural lies.

But the knights looked at him with expressions as if to say something out of the blue.

The adjutant shot back sharply.

“If the Grail Knight is a heretic, then he should be executed regardless of the outcome of the trial. In the first place, there’s no way a duel could lead to a fair result! What’s the problem?”

“… … .”

Hesabel was speechless at the unexpectedly correct words. These were not the Ellils who gave duels a particularly sacred meaning. In the first place, Ellil was the one who broke up while trembling at the cowardly actions of the Code of Light.

They saw Dera Heman’s duel as simply an execution under the guise of a duel. Since that failed, they could now resort to other means. The appearance of the angel itself added legitimacy to the execution.

“Such actions now will only add to the suspicion of the Grail Knights! Step aside!”

“I can’t! Is it right for a few people to slander and kill the saint chosen by the sect in a closed space like this? Elril, the World’s Furnace, the Salt Council, the Golden Idol, and the righteous believers of the Code of Light are all watching!”

In the midst of the chaos, Isaac managed to regain some of his strength. He staggered back to his feet before the burning maiden could move again. He was barely able to stand up, holding his sword.

The burning maiden met Isaac’s eyes again.

“It’s really nice to meet you, Miss. I’m busy, so I’ll have to take my leave now… … .”

[You are a body that should have died.]

The Burning Maiden reached out again. Compared to Derra Heman’s swordsmanship, her movements were slow and full of loopholes. Still, Isaac was unable to ward off her hand.

Isaac remembered the miracles the Burning Maiden had performed while still alive.

The one who created the miracle of ‘proof of faith’ that Isaac had received from the Abbot of Yevhar was the Burning Virgin. It was a miracle where the body of the opponent was immersed in heaven and those who lacked faith were burned to death.

Isaac had already survived that miracle, but this was different.

This is just a touch to burn the opponent.

As if it were destined, the moment a burning hand was about to touch Isaac’s cheek, someone whispered in Isaac’s ear.

‘Accept me.’

It was a voice I had heard before.

As soon as Isaac heard that voice, he nodded without thinking any further.

At the same time, Isaac struck the burning maiden’s hand.

***

match.

The voices of Hesabel and the adjutant, who had been arguing for a long time, stopped as a sound resounded like applause. The monastery was enveloped in silence, and only the sound of waves echoed indifferently.

“How dare you… … .”

Saltna, who was now unable to say anything without the dark word ‘dare’, opened her mouth, forgetting what she was going to say next.

Strike off the hand of an angel? It was an outrage like I’ve never seen before.

They all forgot what to say and imagined the punishment Isaac would receive, but when they saw Isaac standing before the burning maiden, their minds turned blank.

Around Isaac’s head, old and worn-out swords were spinning like a halo. Isaac’s entire body, armor, and even every thread seemed to have bleached and turned pure white, shining faintly. The knights soon saw a sight they would rarely see in their lifetimes: two or more angels in one place.

Sword of May.

Saint Arte, the mother and teacher of the knights, appeared before them in the body of a Grail Knight.

And soon the adjutant remembered that the Sword of May had struck off the hand of the Burning Maiden.

‘The Angel of Honor… … stopped the Angel of Honor’s execution?!’

Only a very small number of the upper echelons, who occasionally have the opportunity to meet the angels, know that there are times when the angels disagree. The rest of the believers only see traces of the angels’ fights after they are over.

In the first place, it is desirable for the entire church not to show any signs of conflict or opposition between the angels. This is because it leaves room for unnecessary conflict or interpretation.

So the adjutant quickly lowered his head. At the adjutant’s urgent gesture, the other knights also quickly lowered their heads to the ground and pretended not to see or hear anything, ignoring the situation. The angels could kill everyone present to prevent this situation from becoming known.

Of course, it might have been meaningless, but it was the only way to preserve even a little bit of the chance of survival.

May’s sword stared only at the burning maiden, as if it had never seen such a sight.

They knew that they should not show conflict in front of the believers. They concentrated their consciousness and calmly conveyed their thoughts to each other.

[You shouldn’t be here like this, Ishbosheth.]

At those words, the burning maiden tilted her head in puzzlement. Her fingertips pointed at Isaac again.

[That thing is unclean. It’s a half-blood. And it reeks of chaos.]

Isaac, who had been watching the situation from a step behind since the Sword of May came, was terrified that she was revealing all her secrets. As expected of the first Inquisitor, she knew everything about Isaac.

[First of all… … I smell a snowy owl. Could it be that the snowy owl left behind a baby?]