Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 370



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Episode 370. The Land Where Life and Death Collapse (7)

As the lion’s heart began to beat, the knights of Elril let out a mighty roar in unison.

As the two angels came into view, Isaac felt his insides flutter with a strange heat. As his eyes took on a soft golden hue, he heard the whispers he had heard before again.

[Accept me.]

It was the voice of the Sword of May whispering.

In fact, Isaac thought that the situation would be resolved without her even coming. This was because Beshek showed no signs of fighting. He was just quietly observing the situation.

But there was no reason to refuse.

Above all, the presence of an angel from the Light Codex was necessary to give the soldiers a sense of alliance.

Finally, Isaac’s eyes burned like the sun.

Rusted and broken swords began to appear around his head, one by one, and began to circle like a halo. Isaac felt that the burden of using the Watcher’s Lighthouse was greatly reduced just by the presence of the Sword of May.

However, the Watcher’s Lighthouse attacked the other Angels’ spirits as well, so Isaac extinguished the lighthouse’s flame.

With three great angels descending upon the earth, the soldiers felt for the first time as warriors of God. The radiance, the heat, the wind, were transforming them into a divine army.

“Ohhhhhhh!”

Soldiers, knights, paladins, and even priests roared without distinction. The boiling vitality made them forget even death and become excited. However, the immortal death simply watched them quietly, without presence.

At this moment, Isaac had no doubt that the Isacrea Dawn Army was the most powerful army in the world.

The angels are those who can turn the tide of battle just by their very existence. Three of these angels were gathered here, opposing one being.

Beshek is a god, but gods have their own limitations.

Just as Elijah never comes down to earth again to wreak havoc.

But in all this commotion, only the angels remained silent.

The angels come to earth to convey the will of God. That is why they are never quiet for a moment. Because they have to convey the voice of God, or convey the will to destroy, or make someone else’s scream resonate.

But even those angels remained silent before the immortal emperor.

Isaac felt the tension building inside him. And then Beshek finally opened his mouth.

[I see. So they are the ones who keep you on this earth.]

Beshek muttered as he gazed at the dazzling angels and the soldiers, warriors, and knights who stood up in awe.

Unlike the angels, there was no tension or agitation in his voice. He simply muttered as if he was someone who was assessing the situation, analyzing the cause, and recording it.

[I understand now. Why you are so hostile to me.]

“… … Have you finally opened your eyes to humanity and the praise of humanity?”

Of course, such an absurd thing did not happen.

Beshek answered confidently.

[You and all of you are being deceived.]

“……what?”

Isaac didn’t know how to respond to this absurd statement.

Before he could answer, he heard Tukhalin, standing next to him, gnashing his teeth. Perhaps because the thundersmith’s pulse was as loud as a hammer striking an anvil, even the gnashing of teeth was loud.

But in the end, I couldn’t say anything in front of Beshek.

[They are not worthy of being loved and served.]

Beshek paid no attention and just whispered what he wanted to say in a sad voice.

Isaac realized that ‘they’ referred to the gods.

The fact that the phrase ‘being deceived’ is aimed even at angels.

Instead of giving a specific explanation, Beshek folded his cloak, perhaps judging that there was no longer any possibility for this position.

As the dark clouds rolled in, Beshek’s presence began to slowly disappear.

The soldiers hurled ridiculous taunts at Beshek, but he paid no attention to them. Rather, when Beshek seemed to retreat, Isaac felt the May Sword within him relax.

Isaac thought that the other angels might be similar.

***

[I have no intention of giving up on you, Isaac.]

Beshek whispered sweetly in the night breeze.

[Your talent can never be eliminated. I will keep you by my side even if it takes an eternity. The day you finally accept my offer, you will become the emperor of this land, and I will become a god who looks after all. Because that is the only way to maintain the current balance.]

This was what Beshek had proposed to Carlsen as well. Carlsen was also destined for the position of Immortal Emperor.

In this world, it was a failure before even starting, but depending on the route, the player could either take that spot or give it up.

Through this process, Beshek was to be reborn as a true god, rather than an emperor and a divine being.

That is the victory of the Immortal Order.

Nothing changes, but a victory that is destined for a future that will not change.

[Please think about this seriously. I can’t guarantee you heaven. But I can guarantee you eternal life with your loved ones, and I can help make this world a place you can love.]

“Why does someone who says he’s going to quit talk so much… … .”

[If you are interested in life insurance in that sense, please keep this blue rose petal with you. An insurance planner will come to you.]

At the same time, a strong gust of wind blew and blue waves surged forward. It was as if Beshek’s body was being torn apart and his entire body was transformed into blue roses.

Rottenhammer belatedly let out a roar as the soldiers turned their backs on the waves of blue roses.

“Let no one touch the rose petals! Gather them all and burn them!”

It was a quick enough response, but it was regrettable that it was a contradictory instruction. And it was also an impossible instruction. The blue rose petals were scattered so much that they covered the entire village. No matter how hard you tried to gather them, there were bound to be hidden leaves.

‘I’ve been completely fooled.’

After saying those words, Beshek disappeared like the night fog.

It was a sweet whisper.

It seems as if countless knights and priests have been deceived in this way up until now.

Isaac approached Rottenhammer, who was wandering around in a rage.

“Okay. If you hide it anyway, you won’t be able to find it. You have no choice but to trust the soldiers’ faith.”

“But this peculiar… … !”

“Even the Dawn Army, Paladins, and Priests armed with faith fell for that trick. It’s not like the problem can be solved by harassing the soldiers… … .”

Rottenhammer groaned and then sighed.

Isaac was right. Even if Beshek hadn’t made such a mess, the undead of the Undead Cult would have made similar offers. Rottenhammer had been offered similar offers in colder, hungrier, more life-threatening situations. He had seen his comrades fall for it.

“… … At the very least, it would be best to move quickly. If you stay in a place where the miracle of God has been, there is a possibility that it will shake just by that.”

Isaac nodded because he agreed with that.

As Beshek disappeared, the heat surrounding him also subsided. Isaac could tell that the Thundersmith had returned when he saw Tukhalin sitting down with a weary expression. Ethelred also sent the Lion Knight away.

[Isaac.]

But Isaac felt that the Sword of May had not yet withdrawn from within him.

[The Dawn Army will be torn apart. Prepare for division.]

***

“I don’t know what I saw.”

The Isacrea Dawn Army was preparing to move in a hurry due to the sudden, midnight attack that wasn’t an attack. By the time they finished preparing, it was almost dawn, but no one wanted to stay in this village any longer.

Gebel was walking beside Isaac, his face full of weariness and unmistakable agitation.

Gebel is of course a Paladin, but he does not have the Paladin’s armor or weapons, and he does not use miracles. Therefore, he is just a commoner with good swordsmanship, nothing more, nothing less. He does not act like a snobbish knight, so most of the common soldiers like Gebel, who is a swordsmanship instructor.

The reason Isaac called him over to talk to him was because Gebel was the position closest to a regular soldier.

“What did you see?”

What Isaac asks is the scene of ‘death’ that Beshek had seen last night. He doesn’t know if it was a prophecy, a hallucination, or one of countless possibilities.

Gebel hesitated for a moment, but soon opened his mouth.

“The swords and spears that dug into my heart.”

It was a death on a normal battlefield. It wouldn’t be shocking enough for Gebel, who had come looking for a place to die.

But Gebel added one more thing to it.

“It was the swords, spears, and armored knights of the Avalanche Knights that killed me.”

“… … .”

Gebel came to give the Avalanche Knights peace. If they had already converted, it would be impossible to give them peace, but if they were still slaves, they could be burned and sent to heaven. However, Gebel witnessed the worst death, where his comrades had apostatized and he could not even give them peace.

“Did other soldiers see something similar?”

The atmosphere of the Isacrea Dawn Army was generally slumped. Perhaps it was the aftereffect of the extreme elation they felt when the angels arrived yesterday, but instead, they felt a strong backlash and were discouraged. Even Ethelred and Tukhalin were sharply on edge.

‘But if I hadn’t called the angels, it would have been in danger of complete collapse… … .’

Isaac didn’t feel like blaming them. In fact, he was feeling down too.

If you are to blame, it is Beshek who came as soon as he started out so vilely. If he were a god, he would sit on a large throne and command angels with his chin, rather than just walking around with his butt lightly. There is no such thing as the end of the world.

Gebel looked at Isaac gloomily.

“Isaac, did you see that? Was that the worst death you’ve ever experienced?”

“… … It was the worst death.”

Isaac answered with a bitter smile, but couldn’t tell what he saw specifically. Gebel didn’t ask him either.

In a situation where it was unclear whether it was a hallucination or a possibility, it was ambiguous to be on guard against the nameless chaos.

‘But if that is one of the futures pursued by the nameless chaos… … .’

What would happen to him after he arrived at the Holy Land, Lua? Would chaos enter this world through his own body as a keyhole? The future pursued by any faith, even the undead world pursued by the Undead Church, was closer to heaven than the death Isaac had seen.

Isaac touched the edge of his chest.

‘We took measures to prevent that from happening, though.’

Isaac has taken several measures to prevent the nameless chaos from running wild in his armor. It has proven useful in the fight against the Drowned King, but it is unclear what it will do when he is close to complete death.

In the first place, I don’t know if it’s possible to completely block ‘that’ thing with a few holy relics and a few miracles.

Isaac just did his best.

‘I miss Isolde.’

Isaac suddenly missed one person. No matter what he did, no matter how messed up he was, he felt like he could always come back if that person was there to hold his hand. But now she and Isaac were separated from each other, from the world to the end.

“Knight of the Holy Grail, someone is approaching from behind.”

“what?”

“They don’t seem to be undead. There are reports that there is a woman in the lead.”

Isaac heard the messenger’s report and ordered the Isacrea Dawn Army to prepare a defensive posture and rushed to the rear.

There was no sign of the army of death. Isaac ran breathlessly, hoping that something would happen. He could only imagine it, but if it happened, he didn’t know whether to be happy or not.

And soon Isaac encountered her.

Leonora frowned at Isaac’s expression.

“I wasn’t expecting a grand welcome, but isn’t it a bit much to look at me with such an annoyed expression when I’m your business partner?”