Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 377



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Episode 377. Eternal Pale (3)

Isaac sometimes imagined what it would be like if he were to see the end of this world as a nameless Apostle of Chaos.

As the war became more intense and the world became more dangerous, I was increasingly plagued by such impulses.

This impulse was felt mainly when the systems he was supposed to protect—like the Code of Light or the angels—seemed to be the worst. What if the beings he had worked so hard to protect were actually nothing more than a bunch of unpleasant, squeamish dung?

I thought it would be okay to just sweep it all away.

If you really make up your mind and put your tentacles out, any situation can be easily resolved.

Isaac had imitated the Light’s Codex to survive up until this point, but in fact, there was no need for him to disguise himself at some point. If he had abandoned all morality and discipline and devoted himself to growing while wandering in foreign lands, he might have become several times stronger than he is now.

If they preyed without restraint, abused strange rituals and sorcery, and made holes in the world to indiscriminately draw in the forces of chaos.

But the reason he doesn’t do that is because of the people he cares about and who follow him.

Isaac was more afraid of betraying the expectations of those who believed in him than of becoming a monster himself.

And they were strong enough that Isaac could rely on them.

Now, there is no need to worry about the threat of even one angel.

“Do you think lying so shamelessly will work? If it works, don’t you think you’ll look ridiculous if you get caught like this?”

Isaac snapped sarcastically, but Pale didn’t look that embarrassed.

Actually, talking to the angel doesn’t have much meaning.

That’s because we’ve already met as enemies.

They are messengers and executors, not opinion-givers.

[I know.]

“Shame?”

[The fact that you depend on them. The Immortal Emperor said so too.]

Isaac tried to figure out what Pale was talking about, but Pale spread his wings wide and began to fly slowly.

[It’s meaningful just by identifying your weaknesses.]

Pale flapped his wings widely.

The frost that had frozen the desert white spread even more whitely.

***

The bitter cold was approaching, and large ice crystals were beginning to appear.

Boom, boom! The sound of the corpses that the Isacre Knights had not been able to collect burst into ice and exploded was deafening.

Even the Death Knights’ armor could not withstand the fierce cold and they screamed and cracked apart.

Isaac and the Knights of Isacre felt the cold creeping in, even though they were under the protection of the Code of Light.

Isaac pulled out the Ruaddin Key and stuck it into the ground. The heat from the Ruaddin Key strengthened the miracle, driving away even the cold that was seeping through the ground. But there were many people to protect, and the miracle was powerful.

‘Isn’t the sword of May coming?’

I didn’t feel any regret because I didn’t intend to rely on her. When Beshek or the Burning Maiden appeared, it seemed that she only intervened when ‘there was no other way’.

And now, for Isaac, paleness was not a ‘hopeless’ crisis.

‘Still, it’s difficult. How do I break through this barrier of cold and defeat Pale?’

Pale’s ability can be summarized as ‘a cold that even freezes time.’

Within the area of ​​her power, molecules stop moving. The only thing that fills this still space, where no vibration or heat transfer takes place, is the cold cold of absolute zero.

Pale called this ability the Code of Light.

A word referring to the end of the universe when all heat disappears and no more change occurs.

Heat death.

‘Of course, it is far from actual death by heat, and it is not complete absolute zero either… … .’

It is equally difficult to break through. If there is a weakness, it is that Pale has strong barrier abilities but no special combat ability. However, there were many obstacles on the way to Pale. Above all, he had no intention of coming down from the sky.

[The only beings that can move and observe beneath the realm of the dead are the immortals who live forever.]

Paddukduk. At Pale’s calm declaration, the Death Knights began to move, shaking off the frost. If it was a realm that had reached absolute zero, heat death, they wouldn’t have been able to move in the first place.

The very fact that they are moving means that ‘Heat Death’ is not perfect.

But that mere cold was enough to kill a human.

The Death Knight hordes were under the control of Pale. They formed a thick siege and approached the Isacrea Knights who were singing hymns. In the midst of this, battles broke out and the number of people who could sing hymns decreased, so the area of ​​death could only grow larger.

Then they will die out and the number of undead will increase further.

There is only one way.

“Isaac!”

Bang. Leaving behind Gebel’s scream, Isaac activated the Watcher’s Lighthouse and leaped into the realm of heat death. A brilliant halo surrounded Isaac’s head, driving away the ‘irrational’ realm of heat death. Isaac ran straight after taking down three or four Death Knights. The Death Knights, too, were slow to move in this cold, as if their joints were frozen.

[Stop it.]

Pale ordered calmly as he watched Isaac approach.

Thump, thump, thump! The Death Knights rushed in all at once and attacked Isaac.

Isaac’s most difficult enemy is actually this type. It is not difficult to cut down a strong enemy who rushes at you with swordsmanship. However, Isaac has a limit to blocking a force that just charges forward with mass. Even his opponents are a group of undead that do not die even if you cut them down.

And at the center of it all was Linde, no, Winterhawk.

Captain Linde’s skull-less body was completely under the control of Wintermaw. He twisted his joints in bizarre ways and even used other Death Knights as his own limbs to attack them.

There is no reason why you can’t defeat an opponent you’ve defeated once again. But right now, the pale power was crashing down on you like a wave.

Chiiik… … As he cut down one Death Knight, a piece of broken ice grazed his cheek. His head, which had been heated by the Guardian’s lighthouse, melted and vaporized as soon as the ice touched it. The miracle of directly opposing the power of the angel was difficult for Isaac as well. At the same time, he had to block and attack the blades of the Death Knights pouring down.

[Have you come to die, Holy Grail Knight!]

The winter owl shouted mockingly.

It might seem that way. Pale was still far away, and now it was too far to receive help from the Knights of Isacrea. Someone might be trying to save him, but Isaac decided that this was the best choice for now.

The moment he decided he was far enough away from the Knights Templar, Isaac turned off the Watcher’s lighthouse.

The light faded and a cold chill quickly engulfed his body. White frost began to seep into Isaac’s armor.

Isaac invited another miracle instead, this time the power of chaos instead of order.

A dark curtain veiled Isaac from the world.

***

The moment the colors flooded around Isaac, the undead felt a ‘darkness’ they had never felt before.

Undead have sharp night vision, but in fog or rain that directly obstructs their vision, they are not much different from humans.

In the midst of the flood of colors, the undead were blinded for a moment.

Shh, ka-g-a-g-a-g-a, kk-k! At the same time, Isaac quickly cut down the undead that were still in sight and ran forward. The cold that Pale had summoned could no longer stop Isaac.

Heat has the property of moving from hot to cold places.

The cold air that Pale calls forth quickly takes away the heat of matter. This terrifying cold air, close to absolute zero, causes people and matter to freeze and burst before they even get near it.

However, the deep color beyond that emitted from within the curtain of the ‘hidden ritual’, including Isaac, prevented heat loss. In other words, Isaac was wearing a kind of thick padding all over his body. Because of this, darkness was formed that even the undead could not see in front of them.

‘We have to hurry.’

But this state could not be maintained for long. Isaac could not see ahead either. In this dense color, even Isaac had difficulty breathing, and ultimately, even the lukewarm warmth of the color would be taken away by the heat death.

That is, a defense with a time limit.

Winter Archer also made a similar judgment.

Although he did not fully understand what Isaac’s power was, Wintermaw judged that Isaac’s vision was also obscured, so he ordered the Death Knights to attack simultaneously.

[Kill the Holy Grail Knight!]

The Death Knights struggled blindly, trying to find Isaac. However, all they could find was the cold tip of their swords.

Cook, crack, crack. Isaac cut down the Death Knight with one stroke and advanced. Wintermaw thought it was a coincidence or a good feeling, but the subsequent results were different. Isaac strode toward Wintermaw without hesitation even from a distance and cut down all the Death Knights around him.

‘how?’

Doesn’t this strange color obscure his eyes?

Wintermaw wanted to confirm the fact, but he too was unable to see Isaac. He could only determine his location through the sharp metallic sound and the sound of breaking.

Wintermaw had no choice but to distance himself from Isaac.

Isaac realized that too. He turned his gaze toward the fleeing wintermaw. There was nowhere to run inside the tent anyway, but Isaac had no intention of wasting any more time.

Isaac’s fingers pointed in the direction of the footsteps.

Uduk.

[Creepy!]

Wintermaw groaned and thrashed. Isaac approached it. Linde’s limbs were wrapped in tentacles rising from the ground. Only then did Wintermaw realize how Isaac had located the Death Knights and himself.

Countless tentacles on the floor were sprouting out like cilia, giving him a sense of touch.

This entire space was like Isaac’s tongue.

Just as you can tell where your teeth are by rolling your tongue in your mouth without being able to see them, Isaac could tell exactly where Wintermaw was without being able to see him. Still keeping his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, Isaac lifted Cachulain.

The place where his sword was aimed was the urethra that had taken control of the body of the winter ogre, Linde.

The black energy burning in Kachulin was suddenly condensed and turned black.

Since he first used it on Atlan, he has grown and trained a lot and reached the next realm. He still has a long way to go to the expected realm, but he doesn’t need that much power right now anyway. Just destroying the Winter Maw is enough.

Clearing the space, Kachulain struck Wintermaw like a thunderbolt.

The ear-whispering sound burst out.

It was a scream from not one or two people, but hundreds or thousands of people at once. The shockwave that erupted when Cachulain and Wintermaw collided caused even the colors in the surrounding area to recede strongly.

Isaac laughed as he looked at the spot where Cachulain had struck.

“You finally came down.”