Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 405



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Episode 405. Graveyard Lord (5)

The Graveyard Lord was a king and warrior from birth.

Born a descendant of a fallen royal family, Sarka Nua has been hearing stories of the glory days of the Unified Empire and the ancestors who led it since birth.

Therefore, he himself was confident that he would lead the war to establish the glory of the Light Code and achieve victory there.

His gaze is only on glory.

But the fact that that very great royal family actually had a terrible genetic disease that slowly caused their muscles to wilt and their whole body to shrivel up and die was not very glorious. Even the fact that their own son showed signs of the genetic disease before he was even ten years old.

The Graveyard Lord hates small and miserable things.

He only wants to worship glory and great cause.

***

[How dare you!]

The Grave Lord, who was finally about to fight the Grail Knight, the greatest hero of this era, was furious at the harpoon that had pierced his body. Even if a harpoon like this were to pierce him a hundred times, it would be meaningless.

The Graveyard Lord roared in anger and slammed the chain down.

However, the chain, which I thought would break in an instant, only shook violently and did not break.

The cemetery lord panicked and tried to pull the chain back, but the harpoon that had penetrated his back was firmly fixed and would not come out. If he had tried to force it out, it would probably crush half of his body.

[What is this… …!]

At best, it was nothing more than a fishy whaling harpoon. There was no way a human could create a chain of this strength. Then, suddenly, the Graveyard Lord smelled the scent of divinity in the chain.

The graveyard lord shuddered at the source of that horrible smell.

“This is the harpoon that pierced the body of the Drowned King, you skeleton!”

Aidan shouted, shaking like crazy.

“I’ve never lost a single tooth while towing a ship weighing tens of tons! Do you think you can cut it?”

You can cut it. If it’s a normal chain.

But this is literally an archangel’s holy relic that ‘killed’ the Drowned King.

Miracles are reenactments of historical events, and sacred relics contain fragments of that narrative. This whaling harpoon that Aidan brought is bound to be lethal against angels.

Boom! As the Graveyard Lord hesitated, another harpoon shot pierced his body. This time, his left side.

The Graveyard Lord found it difficult to accept that these rascals were holding him back when he needed to retreat at the slightest opportunity.

To him, sailors were just a bunch of crap like clowns, farmers, and merchants. He would understand if Isaac or some angelic beings were holding him back, but even a sailor who crawled onto land?

[If it’s your wish to die, I’ll kill you!]

The Graveyard Lord gave a loud scolding, grabbed the chain and pulled it tight.

The whaling harpoons are similar to ballistas with chains attached, and as equipment that is fixed to the hull, they are extremely heavy. Aidan had barely managed to bring them on a cart.

But the Grave Lord threw the entire harpoon device into the air with just a violent twist of his body. As Aidan watched in astonishment, the Grave Lord swung the harpoons that had pierced his body like a hammer.

Boom, kukukukung… …! A magnificent destruction swept through the area.

The Death Knights’ bodies were crushed and disappeared just by being touched by the chains that carried enormous weight and power. Since the Graveyard Lord was in the middle of the Undead army, the Lunar Eclipse Army actually suffered more damage.

But that overwhelming momentum alone was enough to halt the Isacrea Dawn Army’s advance. The Graveyard Lord approached Aidan, who was lying on the ground, while spinning his harpoon around.

[Come here, you salty stinking insect. How dare you step on the king’s steps… … .]

At that moment, a strong wind suddenly blew from Aidan. It was a sea breeze with a strong salty scent.

[Please refrain from calling my first mate a bug. Graveyard Lord.]

[what…….]

The Grave Lord saw the white serpent form rising like a mist over Aidan’s head as he crouched down. Aidan’s hair bleached to salt white, and his eyes glowed a deep blue.

[When the Code of Light was nothing more than a superstition of nomads, I was the ruler of the seas, plundering everything on this land. Humans easily forget, but even you, an angel, must not forget.]

The great seraph Amundalas, a marauder known as the terror of the seas in ancient times.

She was in Aidan’s body.

‘How many of the chosen ones of the Angels are there in this alliance?’

The Graveyard Lord was speechless. Was it even possible for these many faiths to unite in one place? Elril and the Code of Light were too impatient to kill each other, and the Furnaces of the World were busy despising each other. Even the cause of the Holy Land Lua could not bind them together.

But you brought them together and even got the Angel of the Salt Council involved?

‘Isaac, what the hell are you… … .’

***

Isaac thought he should take this opportunity to eliminate the Grave Lord, or at least fatally wound him.

Whether that was possible or not was not the question at hand. While it was important to land a critical hit while the Lunar Eclipse Army was in disarray, it would be a complete waste if the Graveyard Lord could not be defeated.

The Graveyard Lord will frantically conscript the corpses from the Dawn Army, and the Eclipse Army’s power will quickly recover.

But his path ahead was not smooth.

“Get out of the way!”

Kagagagagak! The Death Knights who grabbed Isaac’s ankles by the urgent instructions of the Graveyard Lord were none other than the Death Knights of the Milishar Knights.

Veterans among the veterans who trained and built legends together with Carlsen Milter.

Isaac was anxious, but he knew that these were no ordinary force.

If the game progresses normally, they appear as the bodyguards of Carlsen Miltor, the final boss of the Immortal Cult.

In the game, each and every one of them was a monster at the level of a knight commander, perhaps because of the buffs given by Karlsen who ascended to the throne, but fortunately, they are not at that level now. Even so, they are still skilled enough to surpass the average paladin.

Kiriririk, kkaduk, bang! The Milishar Knights skillfully worked together to block Isaac’s superhumanly powerful sword.

Isaac was honestly amazed when he saw that when he tried to cut down a single Death Knight, it would attack his flank, and when he tried to break through, it would form a thick wall like a tidal wave.

It wasn’t something that was woven together after practicing for a day or two.

It was the swordsmanship of a true knight, perfected after fighting for at least several decades on battlefields where life and death were at stake, alongside comrades who could be trusted with their lives like family.

But now Isaac lacked a comrade who could entrust his back to him and stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

‘I guess there’s nothing I can do.’

Isaac called out his inner hunter.

A white hunter, aiming for his target alone on a lofty snow-capped mountain, emerged along with Isaac’s breath.

The Milishar Knights flinched at Isaac’s sudden change in demeanor. They were so suppressed by the Graveyard Lord that they showed no noticeable agitation.

But the moment Isaac lifted his sword, a lot changed.

‘Persuasion or appeals won’t work. But… … .’

Isaac had a more powerful means of persuasion.

Shh, slap, slap! The sword fight between Isaac and the Milishar Knights suddenly began to transform into a group dance.

As if they had been sparring for a very long time, as if they had been practicing hundreds or thousands of times, each attack and each defense matched perfectly, creating beautiful harmony as they escaped the tip of the sword by a mere sheet of paper.

The Milishar Knights had no choice but to swing their swords as if possessed, as Isaac led them. Then, at some point, a mental wave like an egg breaking occurred.

[heartbreak?]

Isaac smiled instead of answering.

I hope that the Nephilim’s charm will be convincing to the undead as well.

It is unclear whether Isaac’s face attack had any effect, but the Milishar Knights’ sword dance was momentarily disrupted.

Isaac stepped back, his cheek slightly cut as the precise sum was disturbed.

However, the Milishar Knights did not rush in, thinking that this was their chance. Rather, they seemed bewildered by their own ‘mistake’ and did not know what to do.

Instead of appealing with countless words, Isaac was able to convey a clear message by demonstrating the essence of Milishar Knights swordsmanship just once.

[What the hell, you… … what and how?]

The Milishar Knights were confused between the Cemetery Lord’s mental suppression and Isaac’s demonstration of Carlsen Miltor’s swordsmanship.

The Graveyard Lord’s mental suppression is powerful.

But the solidarity of the Milishar Knights was even stronger than that.

Isaac did not expect the Milishar Knights to be on his side. Carlsen Milter’s swordsmanship only briefly dazzled them.

“I go hunting.”

Isaac spoke in the tone of Carlsen Milter’s speech.

“Don’t disturb me.”

Tak. Isaac ran through the Milishar Knights and towards the Grave Lord. Even then, the Milishar Knights were unable to stop him.

If the Graveyard Lord had a little more leeway, he might have exerted more control over them or attached other Death Knights to them.

But the Graveyard Lord couldn’t afford that now.

***

The Grave Lord was taken aback by the appearance of Amundalas and her powers, but realized that was not all.

It was a wonder that the Archangel Amundalas had broken out of his celestial isolation, but this was deep in the land. There were limits to the miracles that the Angel of the Salt Council could perform.

[What are you going to do here, Amundalas?]

The Graveyard Lord growled and whispered.

[Are you going to show off your skills like a fish? Are you going to bring your boat to this land and crash it?]

[Oh, I love your cocky attitude. The more arrogant you are, the cooler your expression will be when you stick your nose in the ground. Oh, you don’t have a nose?]

Instead of being outraged by the outrageous remark about his appearance, the Graveyard Lord swung his chain.

At that moment, one of the Graveyard Lord’s feet slipped out, sending the harpoon flying in the wrong direction. The misaligned chain ended up wrapping itself around the Graveyard Lord’s right arm and neck, binding them together.

The Graveyard Lord let out a growl and looked down at his feet, only to realize that a puddle of mud was clinging to his ankles.

[What is this!]

The Graveyard Lord tried to straighten his posture and realized that the mud was spreading everywhere. The land that had been dry for hundreds of years was absorbing water like a sponge, holding back the retreating Lunar Eclipse Army. While wondering where all this water came from, the Graveyard Lord suddenly realized that his vision was clear.

I didn’t notice it because I was so focused on the battle, but the fog had cleared a long time ago.

No, to be exact, the fog was sucked into the ground.

[Did you notice? It was thanks to you who gathered the precious water that I was able to perform this miracle in a place where there was no water.]

[Don’t make me laugh!]

The Grave Lord roared and radiated fierce cold from his body. Even if he wasn’t pale, the cold was a miracle that belonged to the power of the Undead Cult. The Grave Lord froze the mud with the cold, but in this battle, it wasn’t a very wise move.

The Death Knights, who had been retreating slowly even while stuck in the mud, were trapped in the frozen mud and isolated. No, even if the Graveyard Lord had not done anything, this would have happened quickly due to the cold air the Death Knights were emitting on their own.

The Graveyard Lord realized that the situation was getting worse. It was now questionable whether the Lunar Eclipse Army could even retreat.

‘If only we had continued to attack the Isacrea Dawn Army… … .’

Once again, the wedge of doubting the divine judgment was driven in. Now that it was like this, he had to strike at the Isacrea Dawn Army, even if it was just a little. The moment the Graveyard Lord was about to throw the chain at Aidan, he felt a dull, strange sensation deep below his knees.

Isaac was looking up at him with his dark aura rising.

“You’ve been staring at me the entire battle, and now you’re looking away? Then you deserve to die.”

The moment Isaac twisted and swung the Ruaddin Key, the Grave Lord’s entire left leg below the knee was severed.