Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 390



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Episode 390. The Masked Monster (2)

When using the ‘Shape of Division’, you must ‘split the power and part of the flesh’.

Instead of cutting off limbs or anything like that, Isaac created this by pulling out tentacles.

Although the tentacles had no awareness of being ‘me’, the attempt they made as a test was immediately successful.

Isaac had no idea what this meant.

‘Let’s try it one more time.’

Isaac activated the form of division once more.

A tentacle wriggled out of his left hand and fell off, taking some of his strength with it. The tentacle quickly grew and formed a skeleton, instantly taking on the appearance of Isaac.

As if it were natural, the armor and cloak I am wearing now also appeared.

I checked just in case, but the only thing that was different was the shape, and the duplicated equipment had no function.

‘The tentacles… … are they finally a part of me?’

I couldn’t help but think that way.

Or maybe the description in the status window is too lazy to distinguish between the parasite and the host.

In any case, Isaac had no complaints since he was able to use this powerful ability without harming a single finger or strand of hair.

Although it required the expenditure of divine power to maintain it, it didn’t matter because it absorbed an enormous amount of divine power while preying on Pale.

‘And one more thing, the one with the soul is the main body.’

Pale could also transfer his soul to another body whenever he wanted. It was unclear whether this was possible because he was part of the Immortal Cult, or if Isaac could do it too.

The concept of transferring the soul also seemed a bit cult-like.

It would be convenient and useful as insurance in case of an emergency, but there has been no way to check it yet.

Then the divided Isaac pointed his finger outside the barracks and towards himself.

Isaac realized that he could accurately understand the other person’s gestures and their intentions.

That hand gesture means, ‘Once we understand the situation, let’s move on to the next step quickly.’

The reason I don’t say it out loud is because I’m afraid someone might hear it outside.

Isaac also gestured to the divided Isaac.

Split Isaac naturally brought his ear to the other person’s ear as if he realized what he was trying to do. When Isaac touched the other person’s ear, a small parasite from beyond popped out and burrowed into the ear. Split Isaac also planted a parasite in Isaac.

Although there was a difference in strength, the ability itself seemed to be shared.

‘Okay, that’s it.’

In this way, the conditions were created for people to naturally talk to each other anywhere.

Even though they may be thinking the same thing right now, if they are separated by even one second, they will have different experiences, and if they have different information, their judgments will inevitably be different.

So, we always had to share our opinions.

Isaac recalled the contents of the strategy meeting he had with Ethelred and Tukhalin. At that time, ‘Divided Isaac’ was already planning how to break through the Labyrinth Valley.

The contents of the meeting were naturally shared with the current Isaac and the divided Isaac.

The divided Isaac gestured once more.

‘You? Or me?’

Isaac hesitated for a moment, then pointed to himself.

‘I.’

The split Isaac nodded and tossed something from his pack.

The mask he wore when appearing before the nameless Chaos Believers was ‘Creeping Terror’.

When Isaac put on the mask, his split Isaac’s movements slowed down a bit. The creeping fear had the effect of instilling fear in lowly beings.

The split Isaac’s power was considered ‘lower class’ because it was weaker than the main body.

‘It’s a little annoying.’

The divided Isaac grumbled. They were also honest. But it was an emotion that would not matter once they became one.

‘Let’s reorganize the plans.’

Isaac said to the divided Isaac.

‘I will gather my followers and take care of the apocalyptic monsters wandering around the Labyrinth Valley.’

‘In the meantime, I just need to act as a flag bearer to unite the Isacrea Dawn Army.’

‘If an angel or an unexpected threat occurs in the meantime… … .’

‘Come back immediately and become one.’

***

Khan’s army felt a strange sensation they had never experienced before.

It is a serious emotion that surprisingly many young people experience, but it gets worse as they get older, and sometimes even leads to mental illness or social problems.

It was loneliness.

“This is the first time we have been ignored on the battlefield.”

One of the Manhojangs muttered as if he was grumbling. Atlan, who had become the new Khan, also nodded as he felt similar emotions.

The great army of the Olkan Discipline, the Khan’s army that had turned south, was now watching the battle between the Code of Light and the Undead Cult.

It was a horrifying sight, with the living and the dead fighting each other, but nowhere was there any sign of the Khan’s army being included.

No, Atlan has actually already intervened arbitrarily several times and caused great damage to the Code of Light.

However, the Dawn Army only counterattacked from time to time, and otherwise they simply ignored them. It seemed as if the most important thing was to go one more step south and destroy one more undead.

The orcs, who had until now attracted the world’s attention with their fearsome presence and force, felt lonely due to the disregard they had never experienced before.

“Let’s just storm in and take the heads off the Dawn Army, Khan. No matter how much they try to ignore us, if we take off their balls, will they be okay?”

Atlan was intrigued by Manhojang’s proposal.

If I had ever seen someone so defenseless and exposed, I would honestly have wanted to hit them in the back of the head. However, Atlan couldn’t do that for two reasons.

The first is that the defense on the side where the head of the Dawn Army, Dera Heman, or the Pope is, is considerably thick.

It was not to the extent that the Khan’s army could not threaten them if they rushed in at once, as their weak points were so obvious, but the benefits to be gained from doing so were ambiguous.

“Our side is suffering heavy casualties. The Immortal Cultists are the ones who will resurrect our corpses as undead. I don’t want to suffer many casualties in a battlefield where our forces are mixed together like this.”

The second reason, ironically, was because of the Immortal Cult, an ally.

The Undead Order even revived the Orcs of the Orkhan Discipline as undead. For the Orcs, whose souls circulate and must be reincarnated, the Undead Order was the worst than the Light Code. The Undead Order took the position that “if you want immortality anyway, then undead doesn’t matter,” but the Orkhan Discipline absolutely did not want to fight on the same battlefield as the Undead Order.

“Khan… … Then why on earth did you come south?”

One of the Manhojang asked cautiously.

The route of march is a very sensitive question.

If I’m not careful, it could easily be heard as me challenging the direction of Khan’s movement.

As nomads, determining their routes is the absolute prerogative of the tribal chief.

“The Great Khan said that we should raid the Light Code’s stronghold. He said that there was precious knowledge there. Knowledge is one thing, but the Light Code’s people are much better off than the Undead Cult’s, so there’s a lot to raid… … .”

The other Manhojangs nodded in agreement.

Although the Olkan discipline values ​​the plundering and passing down of knowledge, they are also chieftains who have to take responsibility for many mouths at the moment.

If satisfactory results were not achieved before the spring famine arrived, many people could have starved to death.

At this point, Atlantis had to come up with a reasonable answer.

“There is some really rare loot there.”

“Precious loot? What is it? Are you sure it exists?”

“I don’t know. But it’s so important that they’re probably risking their lives to protect it or take it away. That’s the proof.”

Anyone who heard it would think it was nonsense that disqualified him as a leader, but the question of whether that was true among the Manhojangs passed through his mind. The reason Atlan could confidently say something that was nonsense to anyone was because he was holding ‘Twilight’.

The twilight, the angel of the discipline of the All Khans, was also a group of past Khans. His judgment was no different from the conclusions reached by past Khans together.

If Atlan is really talking nonsense, he can’t even pull the twilight. But even yesterday, he showed himself shooting the Dawn Knights.

“I don’t know what it is, but if it’s something that even the gods desire… … .”

“If you’re a priest of the Law of Light, wouldn’t you know? Hey, you there! Tell me what you know!”

The person that Manhojang was pointing at was a messenger priest dispatched from the Code of Light. The priest wearing chains in a corner of the conference room was named Yuri Otter.

This priest, who had also visited the Isacre territory, was captured by the Olkan Discipline, tortured, and became a prisoner. However, even though he only had one eye, his glassy eyes sparkled so brightly that even the Manhojang gave him goosebumps.

She spat it out as if she was chewing it up.

“There is only the glory and flame of the Book of Light. You robbers, just looking at that glory will burn your whole body and make you blind!”

“That crazy thing still hasn’t come to his senses… … .”

Manhojang, enraged by Yuri’s words, suddenly stood up and kicked her in the chest. However, before the assault could continue, Atlan stopped him.

“You were the one who provoked me first. Stop it.”

“But Khan… … .”

“stop.”

Manhojang flinched and stepped back.

Atlan, half-man and half-demon, could look down on the largest orcs from a position two heads higher than his own simply by standing in front of them.

His massive size, which was also the most instinctive symbol of authority, made it difficult for any orc to oppose him.

Atlan spoke softly, as if trying to relieve the frozen atmosphere.

“Isn’t it the gold that makes your eyes blind just by looking at it and the heat of the oven where bread is baked? They are human too, and they all covet the same things.”

Yuri Otter was about to scream something in shock, but Atlan banged on the table and ended the meeting. Nothing had been decided, but for now, there was no other choice but to wait and see.

After the meeting ended in a mess, Atlan approached Yuri. Yuri glared at Atlan with one eye as if he was going to chew him up.

Her other eye was gouged out by other orcs to see if it was real glass. In the process, the torturer’s finger was cut off and he suffered severe burns, but they did not try to touch her eye any more.

“Why don’t you just say something appropriate, or if you can’t do that, just keep quiet? Why are you provoking me and getting beaten up?”

“No matter how much I suffer, it is nothing compared to the punishment you will suffer in the Millennium for treating the priests rudely!”

At the expected answer, Atlan sighed and applied burn ointment to Yuri’s eyes. Since he was much taller, Atlan had to kneel to touch Yuri’s face, who was sitting down.

After the torturer’s fingers were cut off and burned, no one dared touch her eyes.

Only Atlan was bold enough to apply the ointment.

At first, Yuri, who had been cursing at the devil’s ointment and the acne of hell, became quiet when the ointment helped relieve the pain. She didn’t even ask why he was being so kind.

Because I already knew the reason.

Atlan said, applying burn ointment.

“Your relative is a cardinal or something of a noble rank? I can’t help but gouge out your eyes, but you must tell him that I did my best. If you try to negotiate the ransom, both you and I will be offended.”

Even if they were of a hostile faith, if they were of noble status they were captured, ransomed, and then released, which was the most common method of plunder in the Olkan discipline. Yuri Otter was now well aware of this fact.

“Are you more afraid of having your ransom reduced than of burning in hell?”

Yuri glared at Atlan, snorting.

“Don’t worry! I’ll reserve the warmest place in hell for you.”

Atlan stared down at her face. When Yuri averted her gaze, feeling uncomfortable, Atlan muttered regretfully.

“You look much prettier when you smile.”

“what?”

“Make sure to smile during hostage negotiations. You’ll be able to raise the ransom more.”

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