Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 386



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Episode 386. Breakwater Against Chaos (5)

Pale, realizing that he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep easily, gave up on sleeping and reminisced about the past fight.

In fact, restoration was not an easy task for Pale. The seraphs of the Immortal Order could not wander around Urbanus like the seraphs of other faiths. For them, Urbanus had already descended to their land. There was no past to look back on, and no future to go forward to. There was only the present.

That is why even the angels of other faiths could not manipulate Urbansus in the realm of the Undead Church. The most dangerous weapon is ineffective against the Undead Church.

So Palebaek awkwardly and painfully came up with the idea of ​​looking back on his past.

She never thought of losing in that fight. If there had been even the slightest possibility of that, she would never have descended into the form of the real body.

But while Isaac was wrestling with a monster, it suddenly appeared and hit Paleback’s head. Paleback had never been hit in the face like that since he became a celestial being.

Embarrassment and humiliation upset the balance of the battle. Isaac did not miss the opportunity and fatally wounded Pale. Pale could not understand how Isaac could create such a being and willingly sacrifice it.

‘Immortal Emperor, is that monster truly… … worthy of being by your side?’

Pale screamed inwardly as he recalled the order of the Immortal Emperor. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t understand it.

Of course, it is possible for humans, but monsters are monsters. Even before the Age of Light began, there were many monsters called the Old Gods. However, the new gods quietly exterminated them or made them their limbs.

That’s exactly the level. The life that is allowed to a monster.

Pale tried to calm her mind. As a faithful follower and angel, she had no intention of disobeying the orders of the Immortal Emperor.

Unlike the dead December, whose inner thoughts are unknown, or the arrogant graveyard monarch.

‘Anyway, Isaac won’t be able to break through here as long as I guard this fortress. He can recover and fight again.’

Before the fight, I thought I could simply kill Isaac and then interrogate him. The Immortal Emperor said that I could kill him if I didn’t want to. Even if I couldn’t use him right away, I could take the rest of them as hostages and torture them.

But now I’ve decided not to rush.

‘Let’s slowly wear them out. It’s hard to get supplies here anyway, and reinforcements won’t come. Let’s pretend to raise the temperature gradually, and then suddenly drop it in the middle of the night. We can create confusion by turning some of the frozen ones into zombies.’

Pale continued his pleasant imagination.

‘If we continue to lower our morale, the prestige of the Grail Knights will be in question. When he rushes into the fortress to challenge us, let’s counterattack then. There will be a lot of corpses piled up during the siege, so we can start recruiting then… ‘

Boom. A sudden noise broke her joyful plans.

Puss… … Pale-baek slowly turned his head as he saw dust pouring down from the ceiling of the castle. It was a loud noise that had already occurred several times.

The finicky relic of the world’s crucible cult. It had been wreaking havoc on the fortress for the past few days, but this was the first time it had caused such a big shock.

[What’s going on? Did the wall collapse?]

Pale asked, reading the confusion in the undead guarding the walls. However, they were also unaware of the situation. He expanded his senses, but the walls were intact.

The assault on Fort Gertrude had not even begun, nor had lightning struck by some miracle.

‘what?’

Boom, boom.

Meanwhile, explosions continued to occur. Pale, unable to bear it any longer, sent some of the birds flying to look around.

The Gertrude Fortress was exploding and collapsing everywhere. Only then was Pale able to find a clue among the undead’s bewildered screams.

[Heaven! Shells are raining down from the sky!]

***

“Oh… … Good. It’s working out better than I thought.”

“Hmm, it’s just a prototype, but it seems okay. Not bad.”

Tukhalin, Isaac, Rottenhammer, and the paladins lined up in the main camp, watching the rain of shells fall on Fort Gertrude. Each shell that landed created a violent explosion that shook the walls beyond.

“The method you showed me seems pretty good.”

“Thank you. It’s because of the outstanding technical skills of the Furnace Sect of the World.”

What Isaac gave me was the concept of a mortar.

Tukhalin initially failed to understand the concept of firing shells in a steep arc rather than a direct hit.

However, the concept of a mortar itself is not that difficult. The projectile can hit the target in a parabolic trajectory, which is possible with a catapult. Since the structure is simple, it is easy to think of.

However, creating a sophisticated group of bullets is a completely different matter.

Because there was still no proper concept of gunnery and ballistics.

However, Isaac, having seen the uniform design and elaborate processing of the cannon, was convinced that it was definitely possible to make minor modifications to the cannon.

The reason why the world’s Furnace Sect, which created such sophisticated cannons, is ignorant of gunnery is because they have little experience in actual combat, fearing that their knowledge will leak out. And the Orcs have also left all the precise aiming up to their ancestors, so they have no need to study gunnery.

‘And for artillery to be effective, you have to be sure that the shells will fall as calculated, but that’s impossible if the cannons are designed haphazardly.’

However, the cannons prepared by the world’s furnace sect are five in total.

Since they were all made with the same specifications, same materials, and same style, it was also possible to modify them into mortars.

‘By the way, the skills of the furnace craftsmen are truly amazing.’

Ah, don’t you know? This is what it means to be a modern person… … I wanted to brag, but it wasn’t me who was amazing, it was these craftsmen.

Isaac only gave a slight push, but it was hard to say that he showed any groundbreaking ideas. Tukhalin and the furnace craftsmen understood exactly what Isaac was talking about and immediately improved the steel as if they were molding clay. And through a few test shots, they even adjusted the amount of gunpowder and succeeded in dropping it in the exact location.

Even the world’s furnace sect, unlike the Olkan discipline that only threw lumps of iron, used incandescent bullets of a different level of power.

‘I would have liked to process shells, but that would be impossible to make on the spot without any equipment.’

“The gun is overheated! Bring it to me!”

The furnace masters rushed over and wrapped the ‘Spirit of the Reserve’ around the overheated barrel. Since the furnace masters could not bear to recite the prayer as priests, Isaac recited the prayer on their behalf, and in an instant the cannon cooled down and returned to its original state.

It was a perfect collaboration between the World’s Furnace Cult and the Immortal Cult.

Of course, if the Richies see it, they will go crazy, but if you feed them some more shells, they will calm down.

‘Come to think of it, it was after the development of mortars rather than cannons that castles ceased to serve as strategic strongholds.’

While Isaac and the people of the World’s Furnace watched the rain of exploding shells with glee, Rottenhammer and the Paladins looked on with somewhat disgusted looks.

The cannon itself had already been seen fighting the Olkan discipline. However, I thought I had found a way to deal with it, but this was even more terrifying. First of all, the range and accuracy were crazy, and the fact that they could produce something like this without a miracle was terrifying.

It was a completely different thing from the cannons of the Olkan discipline that could only fire straight shots.

I have never been more grateful to the Isacrea Dawn Army for being my ‘ally’ than I am now.

“Oh, could you move the target about 20 steps to the south and 30 steps to the east? I heard there’s an important-looking building over there.”

Even in the sky, Hesabel riding on Nel was checking the landing location.

In a situation where even the control was perfect, Fort Gertrude had no choice but to be beaten helplessly. Tukhalin slightly adjusted the angle of the mortar with the sensitive sense that only the dwarf’s fingertips could feel.

“Hmm, like this?”

Boom! Isaac squinted his eyes as he watched the clouds of dust rising beyond the walls.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

Kururururur… … Before Isaac could finish speaking, a pure white wave rose from beyond the hill.

Isaac smiled at the sight.

“You hit the nail on the head.”

Pale rose with a terrifying momentum. As countless flocks of white bone birds flew up as if to cover the sky, Nell, who was flying in the sky, let out a roar like lightning.

Kwarrrrrr! A thunderclap struck the clear sky, knocking down countless flocks of white-bone birds. However, the gap was quickly filled, and a flock of birds rushed toward Nell.

‘Get out of here, Hesabel.’

Nell and Hesabel were already running away quickly. It was no longer possible to control them, but it didn’t matter.

Isaac instructed Tukhalin.

“All right. Now stop firing and prepare to charge.”

“Already? Now that Pale has shown up, can’t we harass them some more?”

“No. Now is the perfect time. The appearance of Pale was the signal.”

Tukhalin wondered what Isaac was talking about, but soon he was amazed by the sound of the trumpet that resounded.

***

‘Isaac!’

Pale was so angry that instead of causing a mental ripple, he shouted in his head.

The flock of birds flew wildly, ready to peck and claw at anything. Although their pale bodies were weak, their beaks and talons were as strong as daggers. They were enough to cut open the stomachs of even the most modest human beings and rip out their entrails.

[I will kill you! I will tear your limbs apart and make you search for me for the rest of your life!]

It was a unique torture method that only the Immortal Cult could use, but there were too many realistic obstacles to making her wish come true.

Her running away was not just out of anger, but out of necessity. Fort Gertrude was no longer functioning as a fortress.

The undead would be helplessly blown away by the pouring shells, and by the time the army was completely disintegrated, the enemy would have advanced. To avoid the shelling, they would have to dig trenches, but Pale Baek had neither the time nor the concept of doing so.

If that was going to happen, we had to inflict as much damage as possible while the power was still at full strength.

At this point, Pale was prepared to completely destroy the undead at Fort Gertrude.

Her goal was to assassinate Isaac, or at least some of the enemy leaders, in the most chaotic of circumstances. The very fact that the Angel had to choose assassination was humiliating, but there was no other way.

But the next moment, Pale heard the trumpet’s crackling sound. The sound of horses’ hooves resonated like drums. A cloud of dust rose from the south, rushing toward Fort Gertrude at a rapid pace.

Pale quickly realized his identity.

[Ellie’s dogs! But… … how are they there?]

Pale was shocked at the approaching position of the Elly Army.

The Ellil Army was coming from above the steps, not from below the cliff like Tukhalin and Isaac. Only then did Pale realize that the Ellil Army, which had split off to the south, had already bypassed the steps and approached the rear of Fort Gertrude.

The split in the Isacrea Dawn Army that Pale had intended to cause ended up opening up the rear.

That fact shocked Pale again.

‘How? Do they have a map? This must be the first time the Yeomyeong Army has come to this land?’

Pale’s thoughts were correct, for Isaac had found a detour thanks to his elaborate map.

In fact, it was difficult to say that the map was accurate because it was made by Isaac from memory, but he remembered the general important locations.

The tricky part of Fort Gertrude and the fact that there was a detour route to the south were things I had already discussed with Ethelred during our strategy meeting.

And Fort Gertrude, apart from its dizzyingly steep hill, is, as Tukhalin puts it, nothing more than a ‘stone wall’, especially if you’re in the rear.

Ethelred, who started to charge with the signal of the pale angel, snorted at the wall in front of him.

“Tear down that fence! Charge!”

Ethelred lowered the Gertrude Fortress to the level of a fence and sent her knights in at once. In an instant, the enemies poured into the Gertrude Fortress, which was called a breakwater against chaos.

At the same time, the main force of the Isacrea Dawn Army rushed in.

First, a lycanthrope warrior force led by Raulrock rushed in. The lycanthrope warriors, already worn down from numerous attempts to break through, annihilated the undead soldiers in one fell swoop.

“pallor!”

In the midst of the confusion, as Palebaek was once again considering the humiliating option of ‘retreat’, a sudden shout was heard.

Isaac was aiming his sword at her.

“No, now that my head is gone, should I just call you ‘Jangbaek’? Or just Baek? Which one is better?”

Pale’s head turned with anger.