Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 358



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Episode 358. Thirsty Supper (8)

Sadrazza was shocked by the improbability of this.

Salt tentacles are a cursed crystal that turns everything they touch into salt. Thousands of years of resentment and thirst were entangled in these salt tentacles. However, Isaac’s left hand was calmly crushing the salt tentacles and climbing up.

No, it was swallowing salt tentacles.

Only then did Sadraza, with his impoverished mind, realize the identity of the tentacle.

‘Could it be chaos…?’

Only miracles can counter miracles. Isaac countered the miracle that turned everything it touched into salt with stronger vitality and predatory effects. Even if some tentacles turned to salt, new tentacles would sprout up like vines in an instant and entangle him.

[■, ■■■■─!]

Sadraja let out a scream or a shout in a broken language and cut off his own tentacles. Meanwhile, Isaac’s left hand had been transformed into tentacles all the way to his shoulder. Every swaying strand of tentacles was filled with an unholy and indescribable energy.

The eyes that sprouted above the tentacles glared at Sadraja with a smile, and the fanged lips flicked their tongues, as if looking at a very delicious banquet.

Sadraza sensed in Isaac a thirst and appetite that surpassed his own.

With a huge void that nothing can fill.

The gluttony beyond the external world had crossed into the realm of order and was coveting him.

“What are you hesitating for? Sadaraja?”

Isaac whispered seductively with a seductive smile.

“Come here and eat me. Just as you wish.”

Tentacles sprouted from Isaac’s left arm and from beneath his strangely colored shadow, billowing like a cloak, like waves, ready to bite at Isaac’s command.

Sadrazza noted that the tentacles were the only miracle, and Isaac’s body was human. If he could somehow insert salt tentacles, he could crumble the creature into a dried mummy. Sadrazza roared again and swung his tentacles.

Only then did Isaac’s tentacles leap up and wrap themselves around the salt tentacles.

‘He’s something of chaos? What does that mean? I’ve lived by sacrificing monsters of the apocalypse and gnawing on their flesh! For a thousand years!’

After using all the power he had, Sadraja temporarily gained powers comparable to those of an angel.

Isaac is a human anyway. He is a mere mortal who cannot be compared to himself who has consumed divinity.

Indeed, Isaac began to lose strength even though he had wrapped most of Sadraza’s salt tentacles around him.

It was a remarkable feat of strength, considering that Sadrazza was already exhausted from fighting countless apocalyptic monsters.

Sadraja’s face turned red and his mouth opened wide.

A tongue made of salt protruded from its mouth and shot out towards Isaac in an instant. However, the moment their eyes met was the moment Isaac had been waiting for.

The colors that had filled the floor from beyond suddenly enveloped Sadraja. Sadraja, whose eyes suddenly turned pitch black, staggered momentarily. At the same time, a strong shock struck his body.

‘What is it? What is happening?’

Sadrazha quickly let go of Isaac and tried to figure out the situation, but Isaac held onto Sadrazha and would not let go.

Another strong impact. Sadrajah staggered and finally collapsed and began to roll.

Sadrazza rolled along the slope for a while before realizing that Isaac had dragged him somewhere to move him. He had deliberately made him pour all his power into himself so that he would not have a chance to respond.

[■■■■■■■■!!]

“I don’t understand a single word you are saying.”

Isaac whispered dreamily in the colors beyond.

The auditory hallucinations, hallucinations, and pains that the colors poured out stimulated all of Sadraja’s senses. Then, all of a sudden, the force that had been pressing on his salt tentacles disappeared. Sadraja quickly pulled away, releasing a temporary burst of strength.

As the colors beyond shattered and scattered, my vision finally recovered.

Only then did Sadraja realize where he had fallen.

The sea off Mirmia was a dry salt desert.

Ships half-buried in salt were seen standing around like gravestones in a cemetery. And Isaac was standing at the entrance to Mirmia.

“This is a tomb that suits you. Sadraja.”

Sadrajah let out a roar and tried to climb back up to him. But Sadrajah belatedly realized the force that had brought him down here. It was a horde of abominable monsters. A horde of monsters, tangled together in a clumsy manner, biting at his body.

Sadraja was astonished, wondering if Isaac could possibly control even the monsters of the Apocalypse.

The next moment, a large alarm bell rang out that shook the heavens and earth.

The moment the sacred wave swept through their entire bodies, Sadraza, Isaac, and even the apocryphal monsters stopped for a moment. It was just a single bell sound, but a single sight came into view as if it were a clear message.

The overflowing sea.

A huge crack spread across the salt flats that stretched for tens of kilometers.

***

Aidan finally succeeded in the ritual. However, there was no way to confirm inside his throat whether he had really succeeded in the ritual or not.

All that was left was a magnificent bell ringing, but there was no way to verify that the power had been properly transferred to the one calling.

But on land it was different.

Not only the Isacrea Dawn Army located tens of kilometers away in the Mirmia area, but even the monsters of the outer world in the far south noticed the caller’s stretching.

Thump, thump, thump! Then, as if a pulse was beating, there were loud earthquakes and loud noises at regular intervals. The confused monsters bit each other and roared, causing a ruckus.

Isaac quickly climbed up to Mirmia before the slope collapsed. However, Mirmia seemed to be safe from disaster and was not affected at all by the earthquake.

On the other hand, Sadrazza kept falling down from the earthquake shock as he tried to climb up the slope.

The cracks that started deep in the salt flats first hit the salt dams.

The powerful waves pushed the sea back for a moment, but the sea soon surged forward as a gigantic, unstoppable tidal wave. Compared to the size of the salt dam, it was a tiny crack, but the tidal wave instantly broke through the crack and began to fill the sea in an instant.

The sea seeped into the land that had been dry for a thousand years.

Everything that had been built on the salt desert was swept away in an instant, like an illusion. The seawater rushed in like a raging wave and reached the sea in front of Mirmia in an instant. Sadraza, who was trying to climb up the hill in a hurry, was lost in the unbelievable scenery.

The sea is coming.

The scenery he had longed for, full of longing, obsession, affection, fear, sadness, and anger, was rushing toward him.

Sadraja watched the scene, forgetting that he had to go up to Mirmia.

The sea struck Sadrajah’s ankles in one breath.

It was so wide and simultaneous that it seemed to rise slowly, but in reality it was at an incredible speed. The force of the current rushing in without any obstacles was enough to knock down even an angel. As his face sank into the water, Sadraja came to his senses.

[■■■■!]

Sadrazza belatedly searched for God, but there was still no one who answered his prayers.

I couldn’t tell if he was listening but not answering, or if it was because his language was being destroyed. Or maybe it was because of the seawater that kept seeping into his mouth.

Sadraja struggled to stand on his increasingly weak legs. He realized too late that his tentacles were melting. His salt tentacles could not maintain their intact form in the encroaching seawater.

The landscape that Sadraja had longed for and dreamed of was now destroying him.

‘Caller, please, give me another chance.’

Sadraja was bubbling and foaming in the sea, begging, but he was helplessly swept away by the strong current. The water level was rapidly rising, and now it was hitting him so hard that he could not even resist.

At one time, his title was the Bure, a high priest who was permitted to breathe underwater despite his human body. But now, despite possessing the powers of an angel, he was unable to breathe, let alone float.

All of his limbs were worn away, and his red face, on the other hand, quickly dried up.

As if he had taken back all the powers that had been unfairly given to him.

In his blurring vision, Sadraza spotted a man standing on a hill.

Isaac looked at him sinking with an expression he couldn’t read.

‘If I hadn’t betrayed him… … .’

Could he have seen the rising sea from that location?

No, no. Even before he betrayed, Sadrazza was already a tainted being.

As the sole survivor of a sect that fell through betrayal, it was right for him to meet a miserable end through betrayal. His end will serve as an appropriate lesson for the new generation.

To the descendants who have abandoned the injustices of the past and have been reborn under the name of the Salt Parliament.

***

Isaac watched Sadraza drown.

The sight of the last survivor of the Sea Cult drowning in the sea gave him a sense of irony. But in the end, didn’t the people of that cult long to die in the sea?

In a sense, it is a mutual benefit for Sadrazza.

‘… … It’s fortunate that Sadrazza betrayed me.’

For the past thousand years, Sadrazza has been gathering all kinds of impure sacrifices, including humans, into his throat without any discrimination.

It is literally a negative and evil energy. If you wake up someone with that power, you never know what kind of repercussions it might have.

But Sadraza betrayed all that negativity by absorbing it himself, preparing fresh sacrifices with his own hands, and allowing the ritual to proceed anew in a purified state. And so on until the clean end.

There could not be a better ending than this.

“Thank you, Sadraza. You were a great villain… … .”

While Isaac was babbling nonsense, another batch of Chaos Forces appeared behind him.

Jihilet and Hecatli.

Unlike the other followers who are nothing more than beasts, the followers who only follow Isaac.

“You have done as you wish, Isaac.”

The witch Hecatli spoke, moving her lower half, the only part of her face that remained human. While Sadrajah was transforming, another arrangement Isaac had made was to prepare his retinue.

Isaac also knew that he was inferior to Sadraza in terms of strength.

And here Hecatli put her unique talents to use.

“Have you succeeded in controlling the Chaos Force?”

“They were able to succeed because their intelligence was only at the level of beasts. Among them, only the weakened ones gathered together and disrupted their egos. However, I think it was possible because they smelled something ‘delicious’ from Sadraza.”

The horde of apocryphal monsters that attacked Sadraza were driven by Hecatli.

Hecatli offered her opinion cautiously, but Isaac was satisfied enough.

Even if we can just give the Chaos faction a sense of ‘direction’, it would be a worthwhile achievement.

If you plant a ‘parasite from beyond’, you may be able to move more precisely.

Isaac had no intention of becoming the leader of the monsters. But he had no intention of refusing if he could control them by putting a leash on them and beating them with a whip.

Then Isaac saw the horde of giant monsters that had sunk with Sadrazah crawling out of the sea. They looked battered and battered, but still alive.

Isaac looked back at Jihilet and Hecatli.

“If you have the chance to prey on other monsters here, do so. It is also my wish for you to become stronger.”

Isaac, sensing a strong appetite from Hecatli and Jihilet, gave the order.

Isaac wasn’t the only one who grew stronger through predation. They nodded happily and soon left.

‘Then I guess I’ll start cleaning up too.’