Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 410



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Episode 410. A Country for the Dead (3)

“The Holy Grail Knights defeated the Lunar Eclipse Army?”

It was the first time Siero had heard of it. The angels had not given the Dawn Army any notice. Only a few of the Watchers had guessed what was going on. However, Feltron had heard it through his own unique source.

Peltrun rubbed his eyes, seemingly exhausted from the all-night battle, and stood up. His sight was filled with Ushaq, completely burnt to the ground.

“That’s why the defense of the capital city, Ushak, is so lax.”

“Ha, but didn’t Ushaq have a lunar eclipse force and defense forces? They… … .”

“They were all in the Holy Land of Lua. I don’t know for sure, but I heard there was chaos in the Holy Land of Lua. It was to the point where the Immortal Emperor withdrew all his troops. It was to the point where they didn’t care about abandoning the capital… … .”

In fact, the capital city of Ushak was almost completely deserted of its citizens, with the exception of zombies and skeletons whose souls were bound to the slave class.

The Immortal Order, due to its nature, has little difference between ordinary people and soldiers. The fact that the Immortal Emperor, who values ​​free will, conscripted on such a large scale meant that something big enough to shake the safety of the Order had occurred in the Holy Land.

“I don’t know what the big deal is, but it’s not that different from when the Grail Knights defeated the Grave Lord. I wonder if the Dawn Army truly judged that there was a threat to the Holy Land, Lua?”

In a situation where two of the Angels of the Light have been defeated, the Immortal Order cannot help but feel burdened by the situation where the front line is divided into two. In that case, they may have decided that it would be better to gather all their forces to the Dawn Army’s final target, the Holy Land Lua, and fight them all at once.

“I don’t know if this was the intention of the Code of Light, but they used their brains very well. Didn’t they eliminate two of the Immortal Order’s angels by using the Grail Knights, who they didn’t think were a big threat? Even the discord within the Dawn Army was just a lever for them. Now, the true power of the Code of Light can strike down the Immortal Order.”

Feltron thought this was all a calculated operation, but he couldn’t be sure.

This was because I had a strange feeling that the one who really threatened the Immortal Order was not the main Dawn Army with its three Archangels, but the Isacrea Dawn Army with Isaac.

It is unknown what the Immortal Emperor was thinking, but this war was a troubling one for both Feltron and the masters of the conspiracy supporting him.

Siero also had an awkward expression. It was encouraging news that Isaac was active, but now he couldn’t tell who was friend or foe.

It was impossible to predict what would happen in the Holy Land of Lua.

“But what happened to the dead Twelfth Month of the Heavenly Angel? Weren’t you originally worried that if the main force of the Dawn Army moved recklessly, the dead Twelfth Month would attack from behind?”

Peltran’s expression became strange. He thought for a moment and then opened his mouth.

“Dead December… … I don’t think it will move. If it hasn’t moved yet, that means it won’t move in the future either. It may have decided that protecting the Gehenna Prison Fortress is more important than the Holy Land, Lua.”

“Is it more important to protect one prison than to have the Holy Land, Lua, taken over?”

“No one knows what abyss is locked at the bottom of Gehenna. The Code of Light didn’t even touch it. Or maybe December, who was dead from the beginning, was unable to leave the Gehenna prison fortress. He only revealed his presence to threaten that he could move at any time.”

“So what happens now? Weren’t you originally thinking about the aftermath of the war?”

“well…….”

Feltron took something out of his bosom.

Siero thought it was a strange-looking leather ball, but was soon startled when he saw it flutter and shake. It was a dried and tanned heart, sewn together crudely. Peltran held it up to his ear, presumably a holy relic of the Red Grail Club.

Then, as his heart beat irregularly, he whispered something to Feltron. Feltron’s expression hardened as he listened to his heart’s whispers, but soon his heart stopped and he quietly took it into his arms.

Siero wanted to ask what the heart was saying, what its identity was, but he thought it would be healthier not to know.

Feltron opened his mouth quietly.

“I guess I’ll have to go to the Holy Land first. That’s where all the changes will begin, so I’ll have to be there to make plans for the future.”

***

[The Holy Land of Lua is three days’ journey from here. Be prepared, Phantom Steed will be pulling the carriage without rest.]

The coachman sent by Al Theodore warned Leonora.

Sherlock’s face turned pale at the mention of the carriage moving without stopping for three days, but Leonora nodded nonchalantly. Soon after, the carriage began to move quickly.

Leonora stared at the enormous gray clouds rising far to the north.

Now it was a burnt-out ruin, smoke billowing from the capital city of Usak.

The sudden attack by the main force of the Dawn Army was also a surprise to the Undead Cult, especially since Lich Al Theodore was confident that the Dawn Army’s vassals had negotiated with our angels.

‘At that time, I thought that an interview with the Immortal Emperor might take place soon.’

Leonora thought that this 13th Dawning would end absurdly, just like the previous ones. However, the situation changed completely with the sudden summons of the Immortal Emperor and the appearance of the Angels of the Light Code.

The lich Al Theodore and his followers were the first to receive the Emperor’s call and quickly escaped to the Holy Land, Lua. Immediately after, when the main force of the Dawn Army suddenly attacked the capital city of Ushak, the servants of Theodore’s mansion, who were ordered to protect Leonora, helped her escape.

Leonora and the party at the top of the Golden Idol were the last to escape Ushaq just before its fall. Thanks to this, Leonora was able to witness most of the devastation in Ushaq.

‘The Dawn Legion fighting in terror, the Glass-Eyed Cultists, the Burning Ones, the Priests and Paladins chanting hymns, the Relics burning the city… … and the Angels.’

The capital city of Ushak is not a city where the living can live comfortably. However, the undead population that does not consume but only produces has created a very unique atmosphere in the city. The artisans and stonemasons who have plenty of time to spare and focus day and night have carved the capital city of Ushak into a level close to a work of art.

It is different from being extravagant. It is a kind of religious landscape that feels like a life of asceticism.

Leonora wasn’t particularly fond of the city’s landscape, but she thought it had enough value as a humanistic heritage.

But now it was meaningless, because everything was burned, destroyed, and trampled.

‘In the name of the Great Dawn Army.’

Angels too easily trample on and destroy the achievements that people have put time and effort into creating.

They trampled and passed over the splendid ancient capital that had been built over hundreds of years, claiming it was a grand plan created by gods and angels.

The trampled city and the fallen and dead soldiers are nothing more than footprints to the gods.

It was then that the carriage suddenly stopped with a violent shake. Sherlock immediately prepared to draw his sword, but the undead on the coachman opened the window and reported the situation.

[Excuse me, miss. Suddenly a little kid ran into the street.]

“A little kid?”

Leonora doubted her ears.

They were now in the middle of the territory of the Immortal Cult, a land where it was difficult to find any living beings other than the Dawn Army zealots. The carriage turned around as if to turn back, but a pitiful sound was heard from outside.

“help!”

It was a human voice, not a mental wave.

Leonora opened the window more out of curiosity than sympathy. There was a boy lying on the pavement, crying, his body wrapped in bandages.

He was a real living person.

The boy’s eyes widened as if he had never thought he would meet a living person in a place like this.

The coachman spoke as if he was embarrassed.

[He is probably a prisoner of war from the Dawn Army. He was probably raised because he was too young to be a slave. He seems to have run away from his empty house when his master was summoned to the Imperial Palace. This kind of thing happens often.]

The Immortal Order does not harm children unless absolutely necessary. However, the Dawn Army has no hesitation in mobilizing children for war. Of course, they are not a large force, but it is not difficult to see children captured as prisoners of war.

Sherlock thought that the heartless Leonora would ignore him and leave, but she did something unexpected. She opened the door and waved.

“Sherlock, bring him.”

Sherlock nodded, astonished at the thought of taking a child, and a former prisoner of the Dawn Army, with him while he was running away. He figured that if it was Leonora, of all people, there would be a reason why she was so heartless.

The boy was barely able to get into the carriage, being dragged by Sherlock’s hand.

As soon as the boy got on, the carriage started again. There didn’t seem to be any major injuries. The bandages couldn’t work miracle healing, so it was just a sign of emergency treatment for minor cuts or bruises.

Leonora gave the boy something to eat and watched him quietly. For a while, the boy ate as much food as he could, as if he was hungry, but as time passed, he began to notice Leonora’s gaze as if it was burdensome. In the end, it was the boy who spoke first.

“Thank you, ma’am, I… … .”

“My name is Leonora. No need to introduce yourself.”

Leonora seemed briefly offended by the title of madam, but did not show it. The boy, however, flinched and closed his mouth as if he was even more intimidated.

“Hey kid, what are you doing here?”

“Huh? Oh, uh. I, I am a veteran of the Dawn Army. To reclaim the Holy Land, Lua… … .”

“Holy Land Lua.”

She cut the boy off and leaned towards him, smiling slowly.

“Shall I take you there myself?”

Leonora thought about the struggles that a feeble human being could make in the gap between the huge whales that were colliding with each other.

Even in this brutal war where gods and angels clash and corpses pour out like mountains, there must be something humans can do.

***

Gods, angels, and a few geniuses who believed they could see everything in the world were thrilled by the achievements of the Isacrea Dawn Army and watched their movements. However, after defeating the Graveyard Lord, the Isacrea Dawn Army maintained its loftiness like a mountain.

No, to be exact, it was spread out in that spot.

“The aftereffects of the miracle are serious.”

Gebel checked and summarized the physical and mental condition of the soldiers and reported to Isaac.

It may seem surprising that miracles have aftereffects, but they are different from ordinary side effects.

Miracles are projections of Urbanus’ power, and in the process, they gain mental elevation and physical enhancement abilities. However, when that power drains away, they must adapt to the relatively weaker miraculous power of the Earth.

It’s similar to altitude sickness or decompression sickness.

However, the Isacrea Dawn Army was exposed to high-intensity miracles for two days to deal with the Graveyard Lord this time. In order to handle the mental and physical burden, it was necessary to slowly reduce the pressure, but the problem was that both the priests and the paladins were now exhausted.

Even in the Salt Council, there was a process of temporarily stepping foot on the threshold of the underworld in order to become a priest. Considering the numerous deaths that occurred during this process, it is by no means something to be underestimated.

Isaac asked the commanders seriously.

“Can’t we get help from angels?”

At those words, Ethelred and Tukhalin also looked embarrassed.

“Well… … I don’t know if it would help with recovery, but I wonder if it would help with praying for aftereffects after recovery. In fact, if you just rest well without pushing yourself too hard, your symptoms will probably improve.”

Eat well and sleep well.

In fact, if there was a panacea, there would be nothing better. But the problem is that this is in the middle of enemy territory, and they are at war. It was difficult to find a place where I could rest and relax properly.

Besides, if you go just a little further from here, you will reach the holy land of Lua.

In the Holy Land, Lua, a battle that would be just as intense, if not more intense, than the Graveyard Lords would await. Not only the soldiers, but even the priests and paladins did not want to rush into such a battle when they were exhausted.

Isaac seemed to think for a moment, then suddenly turned his head and looked east.

The other commanders followed him and looked, but there was only an empty tent. However, Isaac opened his mouth as if he had heard something and judged it.

“Let’s move a little northeast from here. There’s a village there where you can rest.”