Goblin Knight - Chapter 362



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EP.362 The Fall of the Moon (40)

Blanc remembered seeing the madness firsthand.

It wasn’t even seen in a hostile situation.

The final gateway to the journey to save Ella, a land where death already reigned, but only one fool remained to resist.

Wasn’t it the frenzy that the ghouls unleashed the moment the glass slipper got stuck in their feet while fighting off the hordes of plague ghouls that were advancing there?

‘So that’s… a glass slipper… …!?’

The moment Blanc realized the identity of the shoe that Archbishop Ira had thrown, he also naturally realized where he had heard the name ‘Karen’.

A name that comes up in passing when discussing the past of glass slippers.

Given her sisters’ powerful abilities and regrets, I would have thought that she definitely didn’t have an ordinary past.

I never thought I would meet you in a place like this… … .

“Eww! Aah, bang! Kkaaaak!!”

The blue enforcer ran towards Blanc, letting out a strange scream.

It was a move that threw away the sharp link that had been pushing him forward until just a moment ago, but the moment he crossed his two swords and blocked his sword, it was understandable.

A powerful blow that greatly pushed back the sword’s defenses and caused Blanc’s feet to be planted in the dirt.

If he can generate that much power at that speed, there’s no reason to keep the link up. This executor has already become a monster that can overwhelm Blanc single-handedly.

“That, that… Huah!!”

After forcibly twisting the two swords and releasing the longsword, Blanc felt sweat dripping down his body as he glared at the executioner.

My hands are shaking. I can somehow hold out for three strikes, but if I hit the sword more than that… one of two things will happen: I will either drop the sword or my grip will be torn.

There was a warm sensation spreading from my abdomen, as if the shock had just opened the wound again.

It was a situation that was nothing short of a total mess.

‘Damn, there was a reason he pulled it out like a secret weapon… Now that it’s come to this, it’s probably best to consider it impossible to dig up the tragedy. Now is the time to find a way out-‘

So, while Blanc was thinking about his next move.

Nellyvia, who was holding onto his back while carrying him, made a hot sound and whispered urgently.

“(Blanc, close your eyes!)”

“What? Why-”

“(If you want to close it, please… hey!)”

Nellyvia raised her hand and covered his eyes as if it was a waste of time to explain.

At the same time, something… like a wave… burst out from the blue executor and swept through everyone around.

Beyond Nellyvia’s hand covering her eyes, the red shoes the executioner was wearing were faintly visible.

A beautiful glass slipper, red as blood and dangerous, but equally fascinating. A craft that seemed to contain the beauty of the entire world… was worn on the feet of a mere ordinary person.

He didn’t look good in red shoes. Only someone who understood the value of beauty could wear such beautiful shoes.

Yes, the goblin himself, who perfectly understood the beauty of that red treasure, should have been the owner of those shoes-

– Look at me!!

‘… … Ugh!?’

The vision that was turning red again shattered like glass at the sudden glare of purple.

As Blanc came to his senses and was confused, Nelivia’s disbelieving voice rang in his head.

– I don’t understand… When I see things like this, it’s not like I have particularly strong psychic resistance, but why am I so fascinated by this…

‘Nelivia? What was that just now?’

– … … Well. It’s better to see it for yourself than to have it explained.

Nellyvia lowered the hand that was covering her eyes.

Another small hell was unfolding in the field of vision that was revealed once again.

“Hand over my shoes!!”

“It has to be Yul’s!!”

“Ah- each, each! Each, each! That baby, each, each!!”

The executioners who had been surrounding Blanc were now fiercely attacking the blue executioner with red curtains drawn over their eyes.

Those who were wielding swords and spears, and even those who were holding guns, must have completely lost their sense of reason when they saw that they were holding the guns upside down and swinging them like clubs.

Of course, the blue enforcer, who was under attack all at once, couldn’t just sit still, so with each swing of his longsword, blood would spray out and someone’s limbs would fall off…

“… … What is this.”

“Greed… no, jealousy. Those red shoes, by their very existence, seem to incite a desire to ‘have them’ in everyone around them. However, they are malicious only in that they make others feel unworthy.”

The saint’s testimony passed by.

The body of the werewolf Karen had claw marks from the humans she had killed.

Given the circumstances, it seems likely that the massacre occurred after Karen was given the red shoes, in order to take them away from the villagers, and to prevent Karen from having them taken away from her.

In the end, one more evil deed they committed has been revealed.

But aside from that… … .

‘… So, that Archbishop was afraid that the siege would be breached and he would be in danger, so he threw his subordinates, the Executors, into the Red Shoes as sacrificial lambs?’

Surprisingly, that absurd guess seemed to be correct.

The Archbishop had already gone far away, and was being escorted by other executors, shouting:

“Stop! Cease fire!! All remaining Executors, retreat to the ‘Brick House’ while escorting me!!”

“Yes? The decree is for their extinction… … .”

“That’s enough! The plague has already spread far enough, and the remaining ones will be dealt with by the mad wolves that were chasing Red Riding Hood! Just secure the minimum number of test subjects to put in Bremen and get out! But the blood of the moon is a must!!”

“Ha, but.”

“You dare to disobey my orders now? I am the primary interpreter of the laws in this place!!”

The blue enforcer commanding the firing squad stood dumbfounded for a moment, then nodded and fired a small gun into the sky.

The bullet fired with a “ping… …!” sound, causing fireworks to explode in the sky.

That must have been the signal to retreat, because the executioners who had been pressuring the werewolves all along began to retreat with their guns pointed at them.

It’s the worst order an incompetent commander can give in a situation where an overwhelming victory is certain.

I had only heard about it, but this was my first time seeing it in person, so I couldn’t help but gape in amazement…

‘… … Wait a minute. But what? A test subject? Bloodline of the moon?’

Blanc suddenly turned his head as he caught a glimpse of a context in their conversation that could not be easily overlooked.

Until now, it was the direction where the werewolves, especially the saintess, had been, which had not been visible because they were in battle.

– No… No! Thirasia!!

The saintess, who was the most important figure in Wolrang, was under heavy guard. Several executors were seen to have infiltrated deep around her.

At the same time, Blanc thought his ominous premonition was once again confirmed when one of the executors magically lifted a silver wolf into the air.

But it wasn’t.

– Sister!!

– Help me, Thirasia!!

In a situation where an immediate retreat order was given, it seems that even the executors judged that it would be difficult to break through the escort and capture the saintess.

What they caught was another person.

Her sister, who is under the protection of the saint, but whose level of protection is comparatively lower.

‘Bloodline… Does it matter if I’m not a saint, as long as the blood is connected?’

It wasn’t just her who was lifted up.

Those who were badly injured and too weak to resist, those who had fallen or fainted, and even a few werewolves who looked like little children without their ears and tails… … .

Nothing good can happen if we leave it like that.

Blanc took a step towards it in a hurry.

But it wasn’t as easy as I thought.

The moment he was about to leap forward with all his might, a blue enforcer with red shoes shook off all the others and reached out to grab his cloak.

“Ugh!?”

“Go, each, opera, he goes… … .”

“This fucking thing… Let go! I said get out!!”

“Ack, bark, bark, rat, rat… …! Go, us!!

He was held captive because he was muttering incomprehensible words and pulling at the cloak with incredible strength.

– Sister, no! Sister!! Someone, someone!!

– What the heck… … . This is impossible! He’s still aiming that damn stick, and he’s coming from behind too!

– But… but… … !

– I’m really sorry, but there’s nothing I can do! I can’t do anything in this mess! Whatever I do, I’ll have to reorganize first… Wait. Where’s Yaul?

Yael, who was trying to retreat after gathering the remaining werewolves, looked towards the wolves being dragged away in a hurry.

Immediately afterwards, her face became filled with despair.

Among the ‘subjects’ they captured was Yaul.

– Ah… this… this, shit… arm… … I’m going to tear you to pieces… you little bastards… … !

His eyes were bloodshot and he looked like he was going crazy at any moment.

but.

– … … we’re retreating to the east. Got it?

– … … .

– If we don’t reorganize our ranks… If we don’t reorganize our ranks… We won’t be able to do anything. Even if we run now… It’s obvious we’ll just end up as a piece of meat… … !!

Ugh.

After saying that, gnashing her teeth so fiercely that it could be heard from that distance, Yael jumped up.

It was in the direction of Blanc.

“Knight Nari! Are you still safe!?”

“I want to save the rat, the rat, each, go, save-”

“It’s not okay! What the hell is this!?”

Crunch!!

Yael, rushing in like a whirlwind, kicked the blue enforcer hard in the elbow.

No matter how much strength he had gained that defied common sense, he could not withstand being struck in the joints by the strongest werewolf warrior, and his hands finally gave out.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner, and thank you for holding on. If these guys had joined in, it would have been the end.”

“Jael.”

“Okay, this way!”

Unaware of Blanc’s senses expanding transcendentally during battle, Yael pretended to be indifferent and ran to the werewolves to save Blanc.

Blanc thought about what to say to her, but soon shook his head.

Blanc looked back with a bitter heart.

Even though they had lost a limb or two or suffered wounds so severe that their internal organs were visible, the executioners were seen rushing in again to get the red shoes.

and…….

– A rat… … .

The blue executioner, while tearing off their limbs and killing them with certainty… was somehow looking at Blanc.

As if he knew the answers to his lifelong questions.

… … Preston was still shaking.

This may be because the tragedy has not yet been uncovered.