Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 378



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Episode 378. Eternal Pale (4)

The fallen Winter Demon stood up and exchanged swords with Cachulain.

And on those shoulders sat Pale, who had been looking down majestically from the sky.

Unlike angels of other religions, the angels of the Immortal Church are not merely spiritual beings.

They still have a physical body, just like the Immortal Emperor, and they reside within the territory of the Cult of the Undead instead of Urbanus. Therefore, they must be present in person to perform miracles.

The dead December, who were able to separate their spirits and bodies through arduous meditation, can send spirits, but even then, they only reveal their presence and cannot perform miracles.

Because of this, they have both advantages and disadvantages.

The advantage is that there are no limitations or consumption of power when on the ground.

All angels quickly lose their power from the moment they arrive on earth. They exert their influence indirectly through agents or weapons to reduce or prevent this, but their power is also limited.

However, the Immortal Order’s angels could ‘always’ be present on Earth. This was a powerful advantage.

The disadvantages are the same as those of those with flesh.

In order to exert power, they must move their flesh one by one, and if their flesh is destroyed, they suffer serious damage. While other angels can never die unless they are punished by God, these ones can be destroyed in the worst case scenario.

Of course, since they are basically ‘immortal’, it is infinitely close to impossible to kill them. Even if their spirits are torn apart and crushed and they wander the underworld without even realizing it, as long as their souls remain, they can still seek a chance at resurrection.

In any case, the shortcoming of being obsessed with the flesh was fatal to Pale.

She had weak bones even before she became an angel.

The world was dangerous and harsh for her, who had a constitution that would break her bones if she even fell.

Even by the standards of the Immortal Cult, which worships the beauty of ‘bones’ (though in fact, there is no other appearance worth worshipping), she was not of outstanding quality, but because she had a weak body, she became even more fascinated by the concept of immortality.

Pale found aesthetics in his own weak and light bones.

Because their bones are hollow, birds can fly.

Pale believed that he had these bones to fly in the sky.

After becoming undead, she carved out her own bones to create all sorts of birds. Splitting her body into hundreds and thousands of pieces, she became the most powerful sculptor in the Undead Cult and the herald of the Undead Emperor.

Pale now has the power to sculpt the world.

Before her power, the world was nothing more than a fragile, soft-boned sculpture. Pale’s only wish was to admire the world beautifully stuffed in an eternal landscape.

And the Winter Owl was one of the chisels she used to carve the world.

***

Kkagagagagak!

Cachulin and Wintermaw met and shook violently. Wintermaw, which should have been destroyed in an instant, screamed and held on. This was because Pale was pouring in enough strength to crush even the spirits inside it.

Pale couldn’t let Winter’s Mouth break. Winter’s Mouth was a piece she had worked on for a long time.

This urethra was a tool to protect Pale’s weak body, and it also contained enough power to sculpt the world.

More than anything, the souls of the countless knights collected within it were things that Pale White could not let go of.

In order to block Isaac’s sword strike, Pale had to narrow down his zone of death. However, Isaac’s sword energy, which was made of something, continued to suck Pale’s strength instead.

[What is this… … .]

A boundlessly heavy force.

In that darkness that seemed to suck him in, Pale felt a power that was similar to his own but different. If his power was made to be indefinitely stationary, this power would work in a way that it would condense indefinitely.

The artificial cold that Pale had created was simply swallowed up.

‘But that’s all.’

Pale knew that Isaac was incredibly strong for a human, but she felt that there was a limit to his strength. She was confident that she could match Isaac’s strength while blockading the Isacrea Knights.

It may be impossible to subdue them all at once, but if it becomes a war of attrition, it will naturally be a landslide victory for me.

‘A human trying to wrestle with an angel?’

Pale was just Isaac’s joke.

But at the same time, I felt a strong curiosity about Isaac.

There was no choice. It was the gaze of an artist who discovered beautiful material.

Young, beautiful, reckless, courageous, lofty ideals, camaraderie, and above all, great skills.

I was satisfied in every way.

It’s a shame to break it like this.

[Knight of the Holy Grail.]

So Pale was the first to speak.

[This time, I’ll give in, so don’t you think you’ll take the winter owl?]

Isaac’s expression twitched.

Pale thought it was an extremely generous offer.

The Winter’s Wyvern is a powerful relic. Seeing that he carries two swords, it seems that the Grail Knights are also greedy for swords. I’ve never seen a knight who doesn’t have a greed for swords.

Isaac asked as if something had occurred to him at Pale’s suggestion.

“Are you… the blacksmith that was murdered by Captain Linde?”

[okay.]

Pale answered plainly.

[To be exact, it was a knight named Linde who made the Winter’s Maw seem like a ‘trophy’. Linde had a great personality and will. It’s said that for the first time, he even felt anxious that he might not be able to retrieve the Winter’s Maw.]

“Why did you do that?”

[This is the process of weeding out the winter owl.]

Explaining a work to an artist is a valuable process and opportunity.

Pale seemed to think it wouldn’t be a bad idea to explain this ‘work of art’ to Isaac, the greatest knight he had ever met since becoming a sage.

[All knights are obsessed with good swords. I like knights. Strong and brave knights. Especially knights with noble and good character, I think they are well-forged with Winter’s Maw. I like the moment when they gradually become dazzled by the strong power of Winter’s Maw… …and reveal their dark inner selves.]

Isaac wanted to look dumbfounded at Pale’s words, but he didn’t have the luxury of doing so.

“Why should I have something like that?”

[Are you scared?]

Pale asked with a smiling voice.

[Wintermaw will not attempt to dominate you until you become undead. It is just knights who are dazzled by its great power and swing their swords… … until they eventually become part of the sword.]

Pale whispered seductively as he spoke.

[But I think you might be the last owner of the Winter Demon.]

“My sword is the Key of Luaddin, which illuminates the light of Heaven, and Cachulin, the holy sword of Elil. Do you think I lack a sword?”

[Wouldn’t it be nice to add the infamous urethra that is home to the ghosts of hundreds of knights?]

“… … .”

Isaac was honestly a little taken aback for a moment.

I felt tempted as a gamer, not as a Grail Knight.

The desire to collect rare collectibles is a common desire of all gamers, especially when it comes to particularly powerful relics that are not obtainable in the game system.

But Isaac silently pressed down on Cachulain with more force. Pale sighed in regret at this silent rejection.

[Well… … you can still worry even after you’re dead.]

Isaac must be giving it his all.

A string that is pulled tight will burst with just a light prick.

Pale gave will to one of the Death Knights around him. The fallen Death Knight stood up and staggered towards Isaac.

Then he took out the dagger from his bosom and stabbed him in the left side in one breath.

Puk. The dagger dug deep into Isaac’s ribs, but he didn’t move. Pale felt strange at the extreme concentration. No matter how excited he was by the heat of battle, there was no way he wouldn’t feel the pain of this level of wound.

‘One more time… … .’

Pale gave the order again, hoping that Death Knight would poke Isaac a few more times to see if he would get a response. However, Death Knight was unable to pull the dagger out of Isaac’s body. No, he pushed his hand in even deeper.

Thud, thud. Only then did Pale see the wound where Isaac had been stabbed by the dagger.

No, it wasn’t a wound. It was a ‘mouth’ that had sprouted from its side. It opened its mouth wide and took out not only the dagger, but also dozens of long, sharp tongues, swallowing up the Death Knight’s hands and arms.

The sound of bones crunching gave Pale a chill.

[no.]

Pale made the Death Knight retreat. The Death Knight fell with his left shoulder ripped off before his entire body was swallowed up.

Isaac licked his lips as if he was sorry for the left rib.

[What the hell are you?]

Pale-faced erased the soft, seductive voice he had been whispering in earlier and asked in a fierce, shaky voice.

I already knew that Isaac was some kind of being from the Realm of Chaos.

But, since he only showed righteousness and affection for his comrades, rather than the power of chaos, I thought he was distancing himself.

But this isn’t a monster, let alone an honorable Grail Knight.

“haha.”

Isaac let out a hollow laugh.

Pale shuddered as he saw the tentacles writhing beyond Isaac’s purple-tinted eyes.

She was the one who had defeated countless external beings.

However, it was difficult to even guess what was hidden behind the being wearing the ‘leather’ of this Grail Knight.

“Why are you disappointed because it is not the beautiful and noble article you expected?”

There is no place for monsters in the eternal and perfect world that Pale dreams of.

Isaac was someone who deserved to be defeated by a knight, by a hero. She was determined to completely cut Isaac out of this world at this very moment.

Frost began to form slowly on Isaac’s fingertips.

[Die, monster.]

***

“We must help Isaac!”

Gabel, who had sustained minor and major injuries while blocking the Avalanche Knights, shouted while receiving treatment. Rottenhammer agreed, but there was nothing he could do at the moment.

Pale followed Isaac into the pitch-black curtain, but the realm of death still surrounded them, closing in with each passing moment.

“Right now, Isaac will be alone inside there, fighting the angel! If you won’t help me, then just leave me alone!”

It was an unreasonable request for the Knights of Isacrea, who were still holding on under the protection of the Holy Song and Miracles. Gebel tried to get up, the bandages still dangling, but he collapsed under Rottenhammer’s hand.

He glared at Gebel fiercely and urged him on.

“Look at that sight! Does that look like a sign that a human could fight? For now, we have no choice but to trust the Grail Knights and wait!”

The place Rottenhammer pointed to was the mark Isaac had made through to defeat Wintermaw.

The traces of the Death Knight, armor, and rocks that were cut cleanly in a straight line were so obvious that it was hard to guess what had created them. And the person who had created those traces had disappeared beyond the dark curtain, dragging along a group of angels and Death Knights.

Rottenhammer had a hard time imagining what was going on behind that curtain.

“Isaac is a hero who is blessed and protected by God. We just have to believe in him and cheer him on!”

“So all we’re doing is chasing after the hero?”

Gebel said with a growl. Rottenhammer’s suit was also bursting.

“Watch your mouth. Then how are you going to break through that realm of death? It’s so close to bursting at the touch that you can’t even get through it without dying! You… … .”

“I won’t die.”

The answer came from an unexpected place. Rottenhammer turned around to find a paladin standing right in front of the realm of death.

He was a knight whose name was vague and who he was not.

“If you believe in the Knight of the Holy Grail, you will not die.”

‘Did you say Ansel?’

Rottenhammer remembered that he was a paladin who had been staying in Isacrea territory before the Isacrea Knights were even formed. He was already so close that his armor creaked and froze.

Before there could be a shout of disapproval, Ansel strode inside.

Rottenhammer expected a miracle. But, as expected, Ansel began to turn white as soon as he entered the zone of heat death.

But despite that, Ansel went forward.