Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 395



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Episode 395. Under the Shell of the World (2)

The moment Beshek called his name, Isaac’s consciousness quickly returned to his senses.

‘I’ disappeared and Isaac’s ego took over the body. It was an unfamiliar place, but Isaac was not unfamiliar with this situation.

He took a short deep breath and asked Beshek.

“Is this Urbansus?”

Isaac expected a ‘yes’ answer. But Beshek shook his head and said,

“No. It’s different.”

“Different?”

“This is an erased history. In this history, I am stabbed to death.”

Beshek spoke calmly. Isaac thought for a moment that this was nonsense, but then realized what he meant.

Revision of Urbansus.

Just as the original Sea Order had a history of sending lighthouse keepers and enjoying glory, hundreds of years of history were erased by the Urbanus Reform, so too did Beshek experience something similar.

“Then someone is trying to save you… … .”

Beshek nodded with a bitter smile.

“Yes. The Lighthouse Keeper’s Angel… … Perhaps the Lighthouse Keeper made this history disappear in order to save me.”

Isaac had a strange feeling: the lighthouse keeper had created the greatest enemy of the Code of Light, the greatest obstacle standing in the way of the Millennium.

But Isaac saw the dagger in his hand.

An old man in yellow clothes.

When he gave me this dagger, he said, ‘Beshek will be a breakwater to prevent destruction.’ If so, it could mean that the lighthouse keeper kept Beshek alive to use him as a breakwater.

Although lighthouse keepers tend to be somewhat disregardful of human life, they would not wish for the destruction of the world.

“But… … it’s strange.”

“What are you talking about? Oh, instead of standing here, why don’t you come and have some tea?”

Beshek strode into the church without even listening to Isaac’s answer. Isaac, who had come to assassinate Beshek but was suddenly drinking tea, followed him, feeling an indescribable emotion.

Beshek was already preparing boiled tea and dried dates. It seemed that he had originally intended to talk to the old man of the mountain.

“Please sit down.”

Isaac sat down in a daze. Beshek poured him some tea and said,

“I know it’s strange. I didn’t expect to meet you in a place like this.”

“Yes. That’s right. The Immortal Church doesn’t have Urbanus, right? They’ve already brought Urbanus down to earth and assimilated him. It’s a faith that doesn’t distinguish between the afterlife and the living world.”

“That’s right. This is not the Urbanus of the Immortal Church. As I said, it’s an erased history.”

“Wasn’t erased history… something that couldn’t be found?”

Amundalas was the same. He said that even if he wanted to show it, he couldn’t show the erased history.

But looking back, Isaac suddenly saw a history that had already been erased. When he ate the flesh of the one who called at the fisherman’s house. At that time, Isaac saw a history where the Salt Council had not been created.

What it has in common with the present is that ‘God’ is involved in this time.

“Can God see erased history?”

But Beshek said with a smile.

“No. God cannot bring back the history that has been erased.”

“Then how?”

“Think about how you came to look into this memory. That will give you a hint.”

Isaac ate ​​the essence of the Old Man of the Mountain and came here. He had also eaten the essence of Sadraja in the Salt Desert. He thought that if he ate the essence, he would be able to see erased memories, but there were many cases where that didn’t happen.

Then Isaac suddenly realized something in common.

“Monsters of the apocalypse?”

Beshek smiled brightly.

“That’s right. The memories you saw are memories brought by the monsters of the outer world.”

Those who hold memories erased from history. Each and every one of the monsters of the apocryphal scriptures is a page of history that has been erased.

Isaac began to get goosebumps when he learned that fact.

“Are the monsters of Apocrypha the victims of an erased history?”

Beshek smiled.

“As expected, you’re smart.”

***

Isaac thought that the monsters of the Apocrypha were just monsters created by the Nameless Chaos… … fragments of that chaotic and violent force. In fact, they were monsters that the Nameless Chaos could exert influence over.

Beshek added an explanation to that.

“The body you are wearing, the owner of those memories is an old man named Al Yahamed, the ‘Old Man of the Mountain.’ He is a descendant of the nobles of a fallen ancient empire. However, he was still a local leader with many subordinates, and he committed several assassinations against the religious order.”

“Against the church?”

“Yes. Including me. But at the time, I didn’t know anything. I was preoccupied with other things.”

Beshek said with a bitter smile. But Isaac didn’t care what Beshek was preoccupied with.

“I thought the monsters of the Apocrypha were monsters created by nameless chaos.”

“Well, according to the Code of Light… … .”

Beshek spoke calmly about the doctrine.

“It is said that all information is not erased and must remain somewhere. Even if history is revised by Urbanus, the original events do not disappear but are pushed away somewhere. In Urbanus, a pure ‘chosen history’ remains as a solid shell, but underneath it… … .”

“… … Are all the erased histories being pushed aside as ‘apocrypha’?”

Instead of answering, Beshek looked at Isaac with an ambiguous smile.

“I have been in the Apocrypha for a very long time. I have seen the self-destruction of the Nameless Chaos. I would call the Nameless Chaos… … the ‘rest’ of the Light Code.”

“remain?”

“Do you know how to do arithmetic? When you divide a number, there is a remainder. I thought that the nameless chaos was the remainder. When the law of light sets rules with exactly the right integers, then it is the one who embraces all the numbers that do not conform to the rules.”

Those who are not included in the established history, those who possess a confused and unformed body, those who do not belong to the mainstream and wander, those who cannot adapt to the established rules and wish for destruction… … Beshek was saying that the faith for the rest is a nameless chaos.

“I think that the chaos without a name is the apocryphal thing itself.”

As he said that, Isaac was reminded of the nameless chaos monsters calling him a ‘traitor’.

A beautiful, recognized, and beloved saint of the Code of Light.

But inside its belly is a nameless monster of chaos.

‘It wouldn’t be strange if you called me a traitor.’

But he felt that there was more to the story. Isaac was curious about the story, but he also felt wary that he should not know more. The closer he got to the Holy Land, Lua, the more he found himself uncovering a secret history.

The fight against the Immortal Cult is a struggle with the past.

Even Isaac seemed unable to avoid the struggle.

“Every time the gods and angels manipulate Urbanus, the apocalypse trembles greatly. They simply choose history without a care, but every time they do, countless lives are dragged into unrefined chaos.”

“… … .”

Isaac also knows what kind of hell the Outer Court is. Just by looking at the monsters that occasionally come over, you can tell that it is a place where it is difficult for any life, let alone humans, to survive.

If there is one silver lining, it is that in outer space even the ego and intellect that would otherwise feel unhappy about the harsh environment will be worn away.

All that remains is the hunger and violence created by the extreme environment.

***

“… …Why are you telling me this?”

Isaac felt both bewildered and wary at the thought of Beshek’s kindness.

Knowledge of Urbanus is something that the gods keep secret. Among them, the erased history is something that even the angels who worked with Isaac did not tell. However, Beshek not only told it without hiding anything, but also told his own conjecture.

“We just happened to meet by chance. So why are you telling me so kindly? I’m your enemy.”

“As I told you before.”

Beshek said calmly.

“I intend to use you preciously. I do not yet have the desire to take your life without permission and turn you into a slave. You do not know your own worth.”

Isaac focused on the word Beshek said: ‘yet.’

Beshek is being friendly now, but if Isaac continues on his way to Holy Land Lua, he will eventually have to weigh the differences between Holy Land Lua and the precious talent.

“So if you keep being so kind, I might fall for it?”

“You might actually end up thinking that there is no other way.”

Beshek said, still with a strange smile.

“You are now in the Valley of the Labyrinth. You have left behind your colleagues, friends, and subordinates. It doesn’t seem like you came forward just to grow, but to protect or surround them?”

“Similar.”

“But let’s say this. What would you do if your army was in danger of being annihilated?”

Isaac immediately glared at Beshek with hostile eyes, but Beshek shook his head.

“No, I’m not saying I’ll kill all of your troops. I think they’re all valuable talents, and I want to embrace them all. But you think differently. What I’m talking about is when the values ​​you’re trying to protect attack you.”

“What values ​​do I want to protect?”

Isaac was about to ask what she meant, but his expression suddenly hardened.

“Are you talking about what happens when the Code of Light attacks me?”

“It’s not impossible, is it?”

Beshek spoke as if he knew everything.

There was no way to hide the nameless chaos from him. Even the angels recognized Isaac immediately upon seeing him. So Isaac was clear on this point. He cooperated by obediently obeying the orders of the angels.

Even now, aren’t we on the front lines of the Dawn Army, closest to recovering the Holy Land, Lua?

But even so, Isaac found it difficult to say that it was impossible.

“If the Church of the Light’s Law rejects and denies me… … .”

It was difficult to even say what to do.

Isaac is on their side because he likes the world where order reigns anyway. But what choice should he make if that world rejects him and even harms those around him?

It was difficult to say for sure.

“But given your character and personality, I don’t think you would choose chaos.”

“… … Is this the Immortal Church preparing for such a time?”

The Immortal Church is a faith created from the remnants of regret, sorrow, and fear from one’s life.

The Immortal Cult itself does not present any special doctrine or beliefs. The obsession with skeletons is simply part of their culture.

The Immortal Cult simply suggests, ‘Don’t die and continue doing whatever you want on Earth.’

Isaac sighed and looked at Beshek.

“To be honest, I thought you were colluding with the lighthouse keeper.”

Beshek laughed.

“In some ways, yes.”

Isaac wasn’t surprised.

“What is the purpose of a lighthouse keeper?”

“That’s the same for me.”

Beshek said, tapping his fingers together.

“To create a solid world that is no longer threatened by mortal danger.”