Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 425



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Episode 425. The Immortal Emperor (7)

Countless skeletons began to squirm and approach Isaac. There were so many of them that they looked like a sea of ​​waves. Sometimes they stepped on each other to rise, sometimes they crashed into each other and broke apart, and sometimes they gathered together and exploded.

Isaac calmly cut down the wave of bones approaching Cachulain.

Pas …

‘It’s not just calcium that’s missing.’

There was not a shred of intelligence in the movements of the skeletons. They simply flowed like a river that overflowed and surged.

The vast passage of time has taken away the rich intellect and strength they had accumulated during their lifetime.

“What do you see?”

Fortunately, the Immortal Emperor did not cast a stronger miracle or bury Isaac in his bones.

That means this ‘puzzle’ is still a work in progress.

He hasn’t given up on persuading and is still keeping the door of opportunity open for Isaac.

Kukugugugugu! Isaac’s sword technique that he released with his teeth clenched: The eight prongs devastated the area. It was a brief moment, but the sea of ​​bones split apart, giving Isaac time to respond.

“Loneliness easily destroys people?”

It is not known whether the Immortal Emperor was satisfied with the answer, but he did not respond for a while.

Isaac seemed to know how desperate the Immortal Emperor must have been. He had only wanted to postpone their deaths because he loved humans, but now he was creating a living hell on earth.

But now there is no turning back.

Because he is the rule itself of immortality.

Kwadudududu! Isaac cut down the group of skeletons while trying to conserve his strength as much as possible.

There is no need to use a sword. They are weaker than the average zombie or skeleton soldier. However, no matter how strong they are, no one believes that they can cut through the entire sea.

‘I have to get to the Immortal Emperor somehow.’

What can you do if you approach? You’ll have to think about that later. In any case, you can’t stay here forever. The Knights of Isacrea may be able to obtain the Hand of Midas in time, and even if they do, they may not do as he asks.

But no matter how much Isaac tried to get closer to the Immortal Emperor, the shadow showed no sign of getting closer.

Isaac suddenly wondered if he was satisfied with these vastly different years and landscapes.

‘Why are you trying to drag me into this?’

As he says, Isaac is a nameless agent of chaos. If he were to be led by an angel, would he be completely on the side of the Immortal Emperor?

That is impossible. There are apostates among angels, and there are those who, like the lighthouse keepers, wield their power as they please, claiming to be divine.

“What would happen to the world if I joined the Immortal Cult?”

According to the Immortal Emperor, Isaac is a being that brings uncertainty to a set future.

“Do you not like this future? Do you want to change it?”

“That’s a difficult question to answer.”

It was a positive sign, because it meant that the Immortal Emperor was not one-sided in his thinking.

Isaac discovered a weakness in the Immortal Emperor’s logic.

The Immortal Emperor seeks immortality, but he himself makes immortal life worthless.

In an immortal world where nothing changes, what value is there in eternal life?

This is the ‘contradiction of the puzzle’.

“There must have been a reason why you decided to live forever in the first place! Don’t you know better than anyone that just being alive isn’t living?”

“That doesn’t mean I want the world to end now.”

Isaac, of course, had no intention of destroying the world, but there was no way to convince the Immortal Emperor of that.

The Immortal Emperor continued speaking.

“Even if you don’t want to, if no one wins, the balance of the universe will eventually be broken. Then, nameless chaos will rush in and bring about a delayed destruction!”

The origin of the fear of the Immortal Emperor comes from the White Plague, the ritual that the nameless Chaos believers carried out to end the world.

It was natural that he had a pathological fear of the end.

Isaac gritted his teeth and stopped Cachulain. Then he even turned off the watchman’s lighthouse.

The cold suddenly engulfed Isaac.

Isaac, who had entered the realm of the Immortal Emperor, put down his sword and slowly approached. Naturally, the wave of white bones that had rushed in suddenly covered him. The undead stabbed Isaac with their sharp claws, rusty swords, and spears.

The next moment, the wave of white bones stopped.

The Immortal Emperor sensed the change and stopped the attack.

Isaac’s body was already in such a state of tatters that the expression “wounded and bruised” was an understatement. However, Isaac did not break down and instead used Cachulin as a staff to glare at the immortal emperor.

And then, tentacles began to crawl out between Isaac’s torn skin.

***

The tentacles slowly moved, pushing away the hands, swords, and spears that had dug into his skin. But that was all. The tentacles did not extend beyond the reach of Isaac’s arms, but simply wriggled in vain.

It was an irreverent sight, but Isaac thought that this sight would be more advantageous in persuading the immortal emperor.

“If I had wanted to destroy the world, there were a hundred more radical and surefire ways to do it.”

No kidding. It’s much easier to destroy something than to protect it.

Although Isaac does not know the victory conditions of the Nameless Chaos, he could find much simpler ways to bring about the collapse of nations and the downfall of faiths. Isaac is the one who knows such ‘methods’ best in this world.

“But I, like you, want the world to last forever. That’s why I became a Grail Knight of the Code of Light.”

Knowledge is power and ignorance is fear.

The nameless chaos is an unknown fear hidden in the darkness, and the Code of Light shines light into the darkness to reveal the true nature of the fear. In this way, people gain the power to escape from fear. Isaac hoped that by shining a light into his own darkness, the immortal emperor could be free from fear.

Isaac approached closer, believing that the Immortal Emperor would not attack any further.

As his wounds weaken him, his power to maintain the Watchman’s lighthouse has weakened, but now is his chance to break the Immortal Emperor’s logic.

Finally, Isaac arrived right in front of the Immortal Emperor. The Immortal Emperor slowly moved his shadow and stroked the tentacles sprouting from Isaac’s eyes.

Finally he opened his mouth.

“Isaac, have you ever been to Urbansus?”

“okay.”

“So does this ‘now’ that we are experiencing right now seem to be the present?”

Isaac was puzzled. He had never thought of it that way.

But it was also something that should have been thought of. If you could always go back and cancel the ‘present’ and go back to the past, then the present was not fixed. Isaac had already experienced that in Lichtheim. And the world, unless you are an angel, doesn’t even notice that it has been revised.

It has already been implied that the world is Urbansus itself.

Isaac played a game called Nameless Chaos, modeled after this world, where a worldline and history were carved into the world where all faiths triumphed.

It means that the past is already recorded with all time.

“This world is originally full of chaos.”

The Immortal Emperor suddenly started talking nonsense.

“‘Order’ is nothing more than chaos flowing and fluctuating for a long time, and then ‘accidentally’ being arranged in a neat and tidy manner. We have worked hard to preserve this precious order, so that it does not ‘accidentally’ return to chaos.”

The Code of Light and the Nameless Chaos are not equal. No, they are not even on the same level. The gods knew this fact, so they created the Apocrypha to protect this small realm of order from being destroyed, and they upheld the Code of Light and protected the world.

“Before you showed up, we were endlessly repeating the point where the Holy Land Lua falls, to figure out what the best answer is, and how we can open the next chapter of the era that will be the most satisfying to both of us.”

Isaac felt his eerie premonition turning into certainty. He had been revising Urbansus endlessly until the Holy Land of Lua fell? Was he hoping that he could find better conditions?

Doesn’t that sound like a game?

“Then shouldn’t we just occupy the Holy Land, Lua?”

“That can’t be possible because everyone has different goals.”

If the Dawn Army does not rise, an unpleasant future awaits them. There must be a reason why the Code of Light risked its life and hung on to the Holy Land of Lua, and there must also be a reason why it risked its life by colluding with the Undead Cult.

Because they have already attacked the Holy Land, Lua, countless times.

“I understand your feelings.”

Isaac nodded.

“But the burden we are carrying is too heavy to be resolved through individual trust.”

The Immortal Emperor slowly raised his shadowy hand and placed it on Isaac’s neck. In an instant, strong pressure began to tighten around Isaac’s neck.

The Immortal Emperor whispered lazily.

“Did you really think that I would, even by chance, hand over the chapter of a new era to you?”

Isaac knew what the Immortal Emperor was thinking.

He had no intention of winning. He intended to keep Isaac here forever, if possible, to save the world from chaos.

But Isaac smiled crookedly.

“Of course… … No. If I give in to my stubbornness, I am not a god. How can I… … break the will of a god?”

The Immortal Emperor did not ask why Isaac had volunteered to die. He realized that Isaac was up to something.

Isaac looked up at the sky in pain.

He cannot defeat God.

God is not an opponent that can be defeated by personal logic and reason.

But illumination by light is not the only way to overcome the fear of the dark.

Another way is to jump into the darkness and face the fear head on.

“That’s right… … It’s impossible for ‘me’ alone.”

By the time he reached the Immortal Emperor, he was more than halfway to his goal.

As the Immortal Emperor said, everyone pursues different things.

There is a crazy god in the world who tells everyone to go out and die rather than live in peace and comfort.

Suddenly, the world created by the Immortal Emperor split in half, and a hot breeze and heat surged in. The Immortal Emperor opened his eyes wide and saw grass sprouting on the frozen permafrost and fallen leaves scattering.

Isaac’s fist struck the Immortal Emperor in the face. The Immortal Emperor took a ‘hit’ and let go of Isaac.

At that moment, the Immortal Emperor realized what had interfered with the order of this world.

“Ellie!”

***

“your majesty!”

Kwadudududu! Lyanna shouted as she saw the arrows flying fiercely from the underworld. It was clear that she would be swept away no matter where she ran. However, Ethelred held Kaldbuh tightly and struck the arrows from the underworld in one breath.

The arrows of the underworld made a loud noise and missed the intended destination, leaving great wounds in the Khan’s army.

“Sister! Are you okay?”

Even though she had managed to avoid the Netherworld, the aftermath was not small. Even though Lyanna was a skilled swordmaster, it was a shock that was hard for her to endure right next to him. However, she did not let go of the reins and kicked her horse.

“Don’t worry about me and focus on Khan!”

The blood vessels in Lyanna’s eyes burst and blood flowed from her mouth, but she showed no intention of stopping. If she stopped here, she would not be General Georg, nor the guardian of the holy land of Elyon, and above all, she would not be worthy of being a knight of Elril. In fact, countless knights of Elril were following behind her.

“Protect His Majesty Aldeon!”

“Ellie! Ellie! Ellie!”

Aethelred, who noticed the unstoppable momentum, kept her mouth shut and looked at Atlan. Atlan was once again measuring the bowstring in the underworld.

From the moment he laid eyes on Atlan, Ethelred knew that unless he could subdue him, the Isacrean Dawn Army would be in danger of victory. The long-range interception from the underworld was overwhelming.

Considering that an angel can only be dealt with by another angel, Atlan was naturally to be subdued by Ethelred.

“Knights, follow me!”

At the same time, Aethelred, who had gained the power of the Lion Knight through Kaldbuh’s ability, literally tore apart the Khan’s army. When Aethelred broke through, the Elril Knights would follow behind him, causing damage that was difficult to recover from for the Khan’s army.

Of course it’s crazy.

The overwhelmingly large number of orcs compared to the Elril knights was pressuring the Elril knights with their numbers and mass alone, forcing them to take damage. The further they went in, the greater the damage would be. However, Ethelred could not stop even while thinking that countless knights would die.

“Ellie! Ellie! Ellie!”

Because his knights want it.

Already the sound of a horn was heard from their throats, and instead of screams, the knights cried out for Ellil as they fell. They had come to this land in search of honor and courage. And now, at last, was the opportunity to prove it.

‘Do you want this, Ellie?’

Aethelred felt her mind burning amid their cries.

‘How is it? Are your followers dying in a desirable and wonderful way?’