Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 421



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Episode 421. The Immortal Emperor (3)

We are all at war, and we are all ready to die at any moment.

In this world, death does not end with death, but is manifested through faith, belief, and miracles in heaven, which is even more so.

The boy whose name is unknown must have thought of heaven from the moment he enlisted in the Dawn Army. He wanted to reach the gates of the splendid heaven instead of the miserable earth.

It is not possible for a knight or a priest to die just to open a door. Isaac understood that Leonora’s choice was ‘efficient’, but he did not agree or approve. Instead, he swung the Ruaddin key and stabbed the boy in the torso in one go.

As soon as the mercenary let go of the boy in shock, the boy was instantly consumed by the flames burning inside.

Leonora watched the scene in silence.

“From now on, it would be better to think about ‘whether it can be done’ before thinking about ‘whether it is efficient.’”

Isaac approached with a smile.

“What if that boy had a monster in his stomach? I know someone who stabbed a child with a knife and got eaten whole.”

“what…….”

Leonora frowned and tried to ask again, but the moment her eyes met Isaac’s, her breath caught. For a brief moment, it seemed as if a deep red finger had emerged from under Isaac’s eyelid.

Leonora’s legs gave out without her knowing it and she collapsed. Isaac, who was standing close by, could only see the silhouette of the child’s burning corpse against the backlight.

In the shadows, only the purple eyes shone ominously.

Suddenly, the appearance of the Holy Grail Knight, who had seemed beautiful and kind, felt unfamiliar.

Leonora sensed that Isaac might be hiding his true self. He was just trying to be kinder and gentler to hide his true self.

“miss?”

As Sherlock approached, Isaac reached out to Leonora first. Leonora flinched, but instead of taking his hand, she stood up, leaning against the wall.

“I have never heard of anyone who made a deal with the devil for money and it turned out well in the end. Leonora, be careful.”

Isaac passed her and walked down the hallway, followed by the Knights of Isacrea.

Sherlock grumbled as he watched Isaac’s back move away.

“What’s that guy? Is this all he’s ever done just because he showed me the way?”

“Well, that’s true. The Grail Knights and the Knights Templar are fighting the Immortal Emperor and the Eclipse Army, so what can our mercenaries do? A cheering song?”

Leonora paid no attention to the mercenaries’ idle chatter.

She was thinking furiously about new calculations and profits.

In this battlefield teeming with monsters and angels, there was only one thing the Golden Idols could do: trade.

***

The blade fell heavily, slicing through the helmet.

The orc rolled on the ground, clutching his face. The Dawn soldier took the opportunity to stab him in the chest with his sword. However, the orc reared up as if in a fit of convulsion and threw himself at the soldier. The soldier struck the orc’s back with his hilt, but it was blocked by the thick hide and was useless. The orc bit the soldier’s stomach with its sharp fangs.

Screams, curses. The soldier screamed in pain, then finally raised his sword upside down and stabbed the orc in the back with the blade still in his hand. The orc, who was pierced through the abdomen in one breath, flinched and fell limp.

Without time to celebrate this small victory, the soldier struggled to escape the orc’s grasp. However, the orc, who had been holding the soldier in his arms, did not let him go. And soon, an eerie aura brushed against his skin.

The orc, who had been dead for less than ten seconds, started to convulse and scream.

“Mom, mom!”

It was a young girl’s voice, hard to hear on the battlefield. Then, the orc suddenly cracked his neck in a strange way and muttered in a low voice.

“Boil that one too. There’ll be another pot to fill!”

The evil spirit borrowed the host’s body and repeated similar words while reliving the horrible memories it had experienced before it died. Then, it found the soldier in its arms and greedily thrust its face into him. The soldier’s piercing scream erupted.

Kkwadtuk. Then, a spear suddenly flew in and pierced the orc’s head and blew it away. The force was so strong that it tore off his neck in an instant.

‘Even if only the left shoulder remained, it would still be usable.’

This is also thanks to the miracle of the Red Grail. Although he was not blessed as much as the dukes, Feltron was still alive thanks to the protection of the angel who had been keeping an eye on him.

Peltrun approached the screaming soldier to retrieve the spear. The soldier gasped for breath, but it was too late. The orc dragged out his entrails, still in his mouth, splayed out on the floor.

Even before the soldier’s breath left his body, countless evil spirits were lurking around, struggling to inhabit his body. Peltran cut off his head so that he would not become a threat, but it was no use. As soon as his head fell off, the soldier quickly crawled somewhere, dragging his entrails.

“Unite! Only by uniting can we survive!”

Some of the knights were trying to rally the soldiers as best they could, but Peltran already knew it was no use.

He also tried to repair the damaged battle line as much as possible and create a front line, but even the knights could not tell where the rear and the front were. Especially in this kind of melee, the distinction between front and rear was meaningless.

“Don’t gather together! If you gather together, you will all die!”

Another desperate article burst out in cries. That statement is true, too.

If they are all gathered in one place and one of them is possessed by an evil spirit and starts biting and stabbing the person next to them, they will be a good target. If they get hit by just one arrow shot by an orc, they will become possessed on the spot.

“Commit suicide! You have to commit suicide to go to heaven!”

Someone was laughing loudly and shouting. This is crazy. A demon-possessed soldier was running naked across the battlefield, screaming. His bones and internal organs were already exposed, and it was enough to make you lose your mind just by looking at him.

The orcs were in a better situation. They were protected by the shamans and were fighting the Dawn Army and the evil spirits without breaking their ranks.

But even though the Dawn Army soldiers were being slaughtered unilaterally by both the orcs and the undead, the angels did not look down on them.

Kururururung.

The Sword of May was raining down attacks on Atlan. As if the Archangel Netherworld had granted him great power, Atlan was tearing a hole in the sky with incredible force. Even the Sword of May in the air had difficulty gaining an advantage in the face of the Netherworld’s power.

The Burning Maiden was creating a fierce pillar of flame against the walls of the Holy Land Lua. The pillar of fire she created was clearly heating up the Holy Land Lua, but it was of no help in the battlefield.

Even the lighthouse keeper could not stop the torn sky from falling all at once. He could only burn a few of the dead who poured down helplessly.

‘No, you’re not stopping it?’

Feltron had such doubts.

The lighthouse keeper’s power couldn’t have been all that. Having lived off of conspiracies and deception, Feltron could instinctively sense that the lighthouse keeper was plotting something. However, Feltron, who had now fallen to the level of a ‘mere human’, couldn’t even guess what the scheme was.

‘The Dawn Army has already been defeated. It’s not going to work if angels fight each other. So what are you going to do?’

Feltron looked around with a bitter smile.

A hellish situation was unfolding that could not even be described as a living hell.

A battlefield where people are killed and killed endlessly, without even a moment of rest.

Hundreds of thousands of Dawn troops will be annihilated here, and their remains, like all Dawn troops up to now, will never return home.

Considering that it was Peltran who dragged the Dawn Army soldiers into this hell, it was actually a great result of the Black Empire Alliance.

‘I’m actually in danger of dying because I’m caught in the middle of it all.’

Peltran tried to laugh at the irony, but the corners of his mouth wouldn’t move. In this situation, even running away was impossible. At least he would know where to run to, but in a situation where he had already stepped on the angel’s instep…

At that moment, a long and majestic trumpet sound rang out.

Peltrun’s gaze turned.

It was a small sound compared to the roar of the angels fighting and the noise of the battlefield, but it was a clear and magnificent sound that did not fit in this hell. The trumpet sounded repeatedly several times. And soon, the sound of horse hooves shaking the axis of the earth was heard.

A troop of troops charged, clad in a brilliant halo. Some of the Khan’s troops spotted them and tried to intercept them, but they were scattered like grains of sand hitting a river.

Feltron shuddered at the flags they waved.

There are madmen in the world who find joy in battle and find heaven on the battlefield.

They were running towards me, asking why I was discussing the war without them.

“Elir Kingdom Army!”

***

“Get out of here!”

Boom. The hammer of Tukhalin, which used the earth as an anvil, struck the ground, sending low-voltage lightning bolts crashing down through the ground to strike the possessed.

Many cultures attach sacred significance to the blacksmith’s hammering.

Among them, the evil spirits within a radius of several dozen meters were instantly exorcised and blown away by Tukhalin’s hammer, which had the power of lightning.

“D, dwarf? Huh, are you a furnace craftsman?!”

The soldiers who had been struggling to hold together and resist the attacks of the orcs and evil spirits shouted in surprise at the sight of Tukhalin. To them, the dwarves who had been hiding for over a hundred years seemed more unfamiliar than the undead who had been splitting heads just yesterday.

Especially if you’re a dwarf with a dirty, grim expression.

As Tukhalin approached with a frown, the soldier unconsciously raised his spear.

“You idiots! You can’t even recognize your allies, and you’re still holding a toothpick like that?”

At that moment, Tukhalin suddenly got angry and shouted.

“Just looking at that worthless weapon makes me angry! Get the hell out of here!”

The soldiers were startled, then something came to mind at the word ‘alliance’. They belatedly noticed the soldiers and flag standing behind Tukhalin. A purple cross on a bright white background.

“Hey, Isaac Crea Dawn Army!”

The soldiers had already heard of the exploits of the Isacrea Dawn Army through word of mouth. In particular, the soldiers who heard of the fame of the Grail Knights through the Siero Dawn Army immediately lowered their spears to the ground and cheered.

“The Grail Knight! The Grail Knight has come to save us!”

“Oh my god, the Isacrea Dawn Army has arrived! We’re alive!”

Tukhalin ended up laughing bitterly at their cries.

‘But the Holy Grail Knight isn’t here.’

Tukhalin made a quick gesture to the soldiers. The soldiers of the Dawn Army hurriedly threw themselves into the exorcism barrier that the furnace craftsmen were creating. The dull sound of hammering slowly purified their exhausted and worn-out minds.

Tukhalin looked around and stared at the Ellil Army moving in the distance.

After Isaac left, Tukhalin and Ethelred divided their roles into two. The World Furnace Cult and infantry force led by Tukhalin absorbed the main force of the Dawn Army and moved slowly, while the Ellil Army led by Ethelred utilized its mobility to disrupt the Khan’s army.

It may seem like the power is divided in two, but if the enemy is not the undead but the possessed, Tukhalin alone can easily hold them off. If the angels do not intervene, the real danger in this battlefield is Khan’s army.

And the Elli Army was a force capable of trampling the cavalry of the Olkan Discipline.

‘If I could, I would crush the heads of the orcs.’

Tukhalin looked at the dust cloud raised by the Elril army with a bitter smile.

‘At least in this battlefield, it’s not me but Ellir who can kill at least one more orc.’