Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 387



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Episode 387. Breakwater Against Chaos (6)

The ability of the pale angel is the power of cold, represented by heat death.

But injured and exhausted, she was unable to create the zone of death as gracefully as she had overpowered Isaac.

But I knew how to use the power I had more efficiently.

Kiiiiiing! The pale, bone-like birds began to fly around the battlefield, flying madly. The birds, tearing through the wind, were like arrows themselves. Their strength was no less than steel, and they could easily pierce through ordinary people.

[Isaac!]

Most of her attacks were directed at Isaac and his surroundings.

Isaac quickly grabbed a nearby Death Knight and hid behind him before the flock of birds could fly in.

Kwadudududu! The sound of a flock of birds passing by, like hail, was loud. After a flock of birds passed by, the Death Knight was reduced to a tattered rag that didn’t need to be burned.

But the flock of pale birds didn’t stop there, and circled around again, flying towards Isaac again.

Tukhalin swung his hammer in the air.

Although the attack was aimed at an empty space, it made a hollow sound as if it had hit something solid. At the same time, some of the flock of birds exploded in the air.

Cold frost and ice shards flew into the air like bombs.

“Don’t attack the bird recklessly! It will explode right before your eyes!”

Tukhalin also gave an urgent warning to the other soldiers.

Pale had planned to condense all of his power into a flock of birds and send them flying, then explode them all at once. It was no different from attacking by cutting his own flesh, but it was also a way to inflict great damage on the Isacrea Dawn Army.

[Dare!]

Pale dissipated his strength as he let out a roar as if Tukhalin was annoyed. The fallen undead soldiers and death knights began to rise again, staggering.

The ice that Pale had made on the slope still remained. The main force of the Isacrea Dawn Army had not yet overcome the ice, and most of their forces remained at the bottom of the hill. It seemed that they were trying to isolate and subdue Isaacs before that.

[I’ll kill you, Isaac!]

“I don’t really like clingy people.”

Isaac answered curtly and pulled out the Ruaddin Key instead of Kachulin. Considering the coldness of the pale, the heat of the Ruaddin Key would be more helpful. And Tukhalin stood beside him.

Isaac asked him casually, just in case.

“Has the Thunder Master arrived?”

“no.”

Tukhalin answered with a smile.

“I guess it wasn’t that hard.”

It wasn’t a loud voice, but it was loud enough for Pale’s ears to hear.

Now there was no need for any fussy swearing or provocation. All that was needed was a cold anger that took shape and poured down on Isaac and Tukhalin.

A blizzard of steel slammed into us in an instant.

Doo doo doo doo doo! There was no way to stop the flock of pale birds pouring down like a waterfall, so the two split to either side. As the flock dispersed, Tukhalin calmly began to strike down the white bone birds flying in front of him one by one.

Thud, thud! With every dull sound, the birds flew away. The scattered lightning instantly burned and brought down several flocks of birds. The debris and cold air swept in front of Tukhalin’s nose, causing frost to cover his entire body. However, Tukhalin’s skin began to turn a hot crimson color here and there, and heat began to rise from his entire body.

It was as if liquid was flowing from under his skin instead of blood. The coldness of his weakened pale body could not even penetrate the protection Tukhalin had put on his body. Some of the fragments cut and stabbed his skin, but the blood that flowed out quickly filled it up as if it was welding his own skin.

“Ohhhhhhh!”

Tukhalin roared, burning his body in the hot heat.

Tukhalin is a thunder hammer, the representative of the furnace craftsmen.

He was the greatest warrior and craftsman even without the presence of angels.

***

Pale tried to focus his strength on Isaac, but he was even more incomprehensible to him.

Isaac stared at the flock of birds and summoned his inner lion. The golden-furred lion stared back, head held high even before the celestial authority.

Isaac, who had perfectly copied Dera Heman’s golden lion pose, grabbed the Ruaddin key and thrust his sword forward.

Crackle, crackle! Pale watched in horror as the flock of birds crashed down without even brushing past Isaac.

She didn’t even see Isaac’s sword. She only felt the heat of the Ruaddin Key.

But when the flock of birds crumbled, the cold air should have exploded, but instead it simply dispersed behind Isaac, leaving behind only white vapor.

‘The divinity is being nullified?’

Pale noticed what was happening at the tip of Isaac’s sword.

Isaac’s black flock of birds was simultaneously collapsing and absorbing the pale souls and divine powers that resided in them.

As if a hawk were catching a sparrow.

This, combined with Isaac’s fierce, biting swordsmanship, created the appearance of a giant rake grasping and tearing at Pale.

Every time Isaac swung his sword, Pale suffered the pain and frustration of having a handful of flesh torn off.

The pain began to eat away at feelings she had long forgotten.

Pale tried to ignore that feeling and quickly looked for another variable.

[Death Knights! What are the Death Knights doing? Right now… … .]

Pale tried to keep the two in check by using undead soldiers.

However, the resurrected undead soldiers and death knights were being suppressed by the lycanthrope warriors and knights of Elril. The moment the wall was breached, the fate of the few who were not even equipped was obvious.

While Pale was searching for variables in the hopeless soldiers, Isaac and Tukhalin were slowly carving away at Pale, pushing him back.

Pale Baek felt dizzy beyond anger at this hopeless situation.

‘I’m losing? Again?’

The first defeat can be said to be a loss of attention.

But this time?

Even though they had planned their tactics in advance and fought along the walls, they were completely defeated. It was a complete defeat with no room for excuses.

The trick she had used to divide the Dawn Army ended up hitting them in the back of the head, the Winter Maw she had so proudly put out ended up uniting them, and the place she had thought to be a natural fortress collapsed in vain.

‘You made a mistake with your strategy.’

The momentum of the Isacrea Dawn Army was unexpectedly sharp, so Pale was dispatched in a hurry, but most of the Immortal Cult’s forces were still concentrated in the north.

While the Undead Order was preparing for a showdown with the Code of Light, Pale had no choice but to defend while lacking everything. Therefore, the strategy she had to adopt was to wage a delaying war while continuously inflicting damage on the Isacrea Dawn Army and absorbing their power to the Undead Order.

It is the most traditional and effective tactic for the Immortal Cult.

However, due to their carelessness about how effective the division was and their greed for the coveted ‘material’ called Isaac, they made a ridiculous mistake.

‘No, from the beginning… … .’

Pale eyes turned to Isaac.

Isaac’s strategy was the opposite of what Pale had chosen.

He avoided losing troops as if he were obsessed with it. He was the first to rush into the most dangerous positions, and he did not even treat the corpse of a single soldier carelessly.

Although he was eliminated as a commander, that policy nullified the strategy of the Immortal Church.

Kwarrrrrrung!

Pale came to his senses with a flash of lightning striking before his eyes.

Before I knew it, a translucent dragon had flown into the sky, and I could see Nel holding a lot of lightning in her mouth. Soon, the lightning that Tukhalin had pulled out from the ground and the lightning stream from the sky that Nel had spewed out met, striking the pale body.

[─────!!]

A mental scream echoed through the minds of everyone present.

It was a scream that even the Paladins would stagger, but it had an even more serious effect on the undead. In many places, undead collapsed or lost their forms. The scream of the Archangel was a powerful blow, so much so that the souls of some undead temporarily escaped.

extinction.

Pale opened his eyes to that possibility for the first time.

The fear of death that had long been forgotten came rushing back. The reason why the Immortal Church can live forever is because it is so difficult to annihilate the soul.

They can freely detach the spirit from the flesh, and if they lose their physical body, they can be given a new one. But there is nothing new about the soul, and it cannot be repaired.

Even if it’s extinction, it’s not something grand.

To become worn out, worn out, and torn, and lose even one’s self and become spiritual dust.

That is the destruction of the soul.

Pale felt his soul shattered by Isaac’s attack.

It’s no ordinary force.

It comes from the bizarre imagination and possibilities lurking inside Isaac.

Pale met Isaac’s eyes.

And I looked into the vast realm of chaos and emptiness that lurked beyond.

The next moment, the pale figures all scattered into pieces and flew in all directions.

Tukhalin and Isaac were puzzled by the sudden thinning of the flock. They thought the Pale was launching a new attack pattern, but it was the opposite.

“This kid is running away!”

Tukhalin burst into rage.

He struck a few birds with his lightning again, but he couldn’t hit all of them as they scattered in all directions. Isaac felt regretful that he was losing the pale bird he had caught again, but the next moment, darkness suddenly fell over the sky.

***

It was dark, but there were no stars, and everything was full of things, but there was nothing I could touch.

But Pale had a premonition of the master of all that existed in all of this, and of all that was to come.

The Immortal Emperor was looking down at her.

His shameful strategy, his humiliating defeat, and his desperate escape. They were all watching.

Pale appealed to him calmly.

[His Majesty the Emperor said that the fear of death and the resentment of not being able to achieve what one wanted were the foundations of the Immortal Cult!]

Pale thought his appeal would get through.

The Immortal Emperor is a merciful being. He gives all beings a chance, and even the most evil ones a time of reflection and repentance. Although he suffered a shameful defeat, it is only a momentary shame compared to the eternal time he promised.

[I have learned and grown from this defeat! Please forgive my shameful behavior. Through your mercy, give me one more chance to face them!]

The darkness was distorted.

Pale thought Beshek was smiling.

Beshek said, gently caressing the small bird in his hand.

[Yes, that could be possible.]

But Beshek soon whispered sadly.

[But not twice.]

Pale had a sudden realization.

No, it wasn’t knowledge that I realized on my own, it was knowledge that seemed to have been forced upon me by someone.

The Immortal Emperor’s ‘mercy’ ended when he ran away from Isaac once.

However, running away from the same human twice will cause the Immortal Church, and furthermore, all angels and faith, to lose their fear. This is an even greater loss for the Immortal Church.

It would be better for Pale to die here.

Then Pale was not a habitual runaway, but was killed by the ‘chosen one of God’.

Instead of lowering the prestige of the Immortal Church, he chose to raise Isaac’s prestige. Just like it would be shameful to say you were bitten by a rat, but it would be brave to say you were bitten by a tiger.

Pale realized that he had become a scapegoat, but it was already too late.

Beshek’s large, thick hands covered her eyes.