Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 428



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Episode 428. Under the Beautiful Leather (3)

Although he was promoted to the title of ‘Gwi-gwan’, Tukhalin was not happy about the special promotion he received with just a word.

Although what Elil said is true, there is a difference between agreeing with Isaac’s opinion and following Elil’s orders.

Because it meant that the pagan god was trying to control other believers.

But even without Elill forcing it, it was already happening indirectly. The soldiers of the Dawn Army, who had encountered the overwhelming divinity of the god, were being moved to the point where even their maddening faith flowed away.

It was natural that a spirit suffering in an extreme environment would become dependent when faced with a powerful force.

“You can’t enter the Holy Land right now. The wall… … .”

[“The door will open soon.”]

Elril lifted Kaldbuh and aimed it at the Holy Land, Lua. At that moment, the pillar of fire created by the Burning Maiden burst out in a fierce explosion.

[Done!]

At the same time as the Burning Maiden’s scream, huge holes were created in the great walls blocking the Holy Land Lua. The Burning Maiden sparingly thrust the pillars of fire she had created into the holes, turning the waiting Undead Cultists and Lunar Eclipse Army into piles of ash.

The Burning Maiden was about to give orders to the Dawn Army in high spirits when she noticed that a significant portion of the army had fallen under the command of the Isacrea Dawn Army.

She saw Tukhalin and shouted fiercely.

[Burner! Lead the soldiers and defeat the enemies immediately!]

“Oh, really. Why do you all give me a hard time?”

Tukhalin muttered in disbelief.

Perhaps because she had just spoken back to Elil right in front of her, the words of the Burning Maiden did not even sound like words. She muttered softly, but the Burning Maiden could not have not heard her because her consciousness was focused on Tukhalin.

Just as she was about to become indignant, Elril raised her gaze and stared at the burning maiden.

[“Concentrate on your work, soldier.”]

The burning maiden did not respond. It was as if she had no regard for what you said, but anyone could tell that she was aware of Elril and was shutting up.

Ellie smiled at the sight.

[“Look, if every single soldier does his part like that, the war will inevitably be won.”]

‘Is everyone else but this crazy guy a soldier?’

Tukhalin put aside his pride when he saw that even the Burning Maiden was not hesitant in calling him a soldier. He didn’t think he would be upset if he was arrogant to that extent.

Now that I think about it, I thought there was something strange about Tukhalin.

If Elril had descended, it would have been understandable for the lighthouse keeper or the burning maiden to be concerned that the Holy Land of Lua would be taken away, but they didn’t seem to care. No, they seemed to be trying to ignore it.

The lighthouse keeper didn’t even look at Elril, as if what was happening inside the Holy Land of Lua was more important than the descent of the gods.

Elril took a deep breath and roared with a voice like thunder.

[“Advance!”]

The voice that shook the ground was so loud that it could be heard even beyond the horizon. The knights of Elril simultaneously kicked their horses as if they were his limbs.

They had no slogans or hymns, but they were knights themselves, following the command of God.

‘Master of Thunder, what should I do about this?’

Tukhalin’s thoughts were complicated, but there was no reaction from the Thunder Artisan. It was as if it was all his fault for coming this far, so he should handle it himself.

Tukhalin had no choice but to click his tongue and follow the Knights of Elril.

“Let’s go! We’ve come this far, so we should at least set foot in the Holy Land of Lua!”

The soldiers shouted and ran at once. The gates of the underworld were still open, and the undead within the holy land of Lua were still alive and well. However, with the appearance of Elril, the morale of the soldiers was already sky-high. If Tukhalin had not given the order, they would have followed the Elril knights as they pleased.

As Elril said, if every soldier does his part, the war is sure to be won.

However, Tukhalin was skeptical about whether Isaac could fulfill his role in such a rapidly changing situation.

***

Knock, knock.

The Immortal Emperor glared at Isaac, who was growing larger as he devoured the skeletons that came his way.

Although he was wary of the ominous beast seed that Isaac had, he valued the good will and heart that did not care for human life. Therefore, he thought that if he was well-cared for and cherished, he could become a better angel than any other angel.

But if there was one reason to be wary of Isaac, it was his violent appetite.

An appetite that eats and absorbs anything to make it its own nourishment.

Whatever gets sucked into the maw of desire loses its original form and becomes Isaac’s.

Isaac was a small incarnation of the apocalypse.

And then, for some reason, it kept expanding its size and taking on some kind of shape.

Even though he didn’t know what it was, the Immortal Emperor was afraid of the fact that he ‘couldn’t figure out’ what it was.

“Are you really thinking of having a power struggle with me?”

The Immortal Emperor spread out both hands and waved them.

Ding, ding. As if responding to the immortal emperor’s gesture, the air began to tremble. Soon, the hazy clouds in the sky burst apart, and a giant sphere began to fall directly toward Isaac.

Kkaaa …

A scream of skulls cracking apart echoed through the air.

The great sphere was a conglomerate of resentment made up of ghosts. In a world where all living beings had died, a world where there could be no more birth, the vengeful spirits, who had no flesh to possess and suffered only from want and thirst, had become evil spirits with nothing left but evil.

The demons poured out on Isaac every word of curses, swear words, begging, pleading, and resentment that had ever been engraved on history from the beginning to the end.

You killed me! Because of you, we have to die! This is not the immortality I wanted! Why do we have to die? Mother, Mother of all! Give me a body! Pain and death will come to all living things! I want to live!

Hundreds of billions, maybe even trillions, of evil spirits poured out their curses at Isaac all at once. The pressure was enough to make a normal person’s brain boil over and burst, and even an angel go mad.

But such mental attacks had no effect on Isaac.

[Nameless chaos watches you.]

To Isaac, who was ‘objectified’ by the nameless chaos, all of those curses felt like nothing more than thousands of lines of swear words passing through the chat window. This means that he didn’t even have a chance to look at them one by one.

But despite his immunity to psychic attacks, countless spectres swarmed over Isaac, like falling moons. The evil spirits even pierced through his exoskeleton and rushed towards Isaac’s body like hungry ghosts.

Give me your body! Give me the feeling of being alive!

“okay.”

Isaac whispered softly to the rushing demons.

The next moment, the evil spirits that had been sucked into the exoskeleton disappeared as if they had been sucked in all at once. The immortal emperor, who had been watching the situation, stopped thinking about the impossibility of this.

‘Did evil spirits take over Isaac’s body? No, how could that be?’

The horde of demons, as large as the moon, disappeared as if they had bitten Isaac when they struck him. And the same thing happened again and again. The Immortal Emperor waved his hand again to find out what was happening.

His shadow sword that had cut through the celestial belly moved again. The Immortal Emperor’s sword cut through Isaac’s exoskeleton with a sharp edge, like a surgeon performing delicate surgery.

Crunch, crunch! The exoskeleton, which had been compressed into an octopus-like shape, began to break apart and the body began to expand. It was as if a plant trapped in a narrow seed had sprouted and grown into a sapling in an instant, and then into a giant tree.

‘It’ was firmly planted in the ground where no life could sprout, and its thousands of arms were spread wide. Evil spirits passed between its tentacles, but they only swayed leisurely as if they were a gentle breeze.

In a posture of worship towards the heavens, Isaac opened his thousands of eyes and gazed upon the immortal emperor.

The Immortal Emperor knew what that unholy beast was.

“Praying white tree… … .”

***

Beyond the outer world, in the nameless realm of chaos in Urbansus, lies an ominous forest stretching endlessly.

The ‘praying white trees’ that worshipped the nameless chaos and turned into tree-like forms gathered together to form a forest. Unholy monsters and nameless chaos followers who had no organized form wandered through the forest.

What sets it apart from real trees is that dried flesh, bodily fluids, and human body parts are exposed in a haphazard manner.

Isaac was creating a body that was far larger than the size of a typical praying man.

By using the followers of the Immortal Church as nourishment.

And it was still growing.

The Immortal Emperor saw the fruits sprouting from the praying white tree. And he felt a familiar aura there. The fruits swelled as quickly as Isaac, and soon he was born, tearing the fruits with his claws.

Like babies born from their own stomachs.

And the Immortal Emperor was once again astonished at the sight.

Those ‘born’ from the fruit were Night Stalkers with bat wings on their heads. Representative members of the nameless chaos.

Isaac created a body using the followers of the Immortal Emperor as nutrients, and placed the souls of the followers of the Immortal Emperor into the realm of chaos.

Meeeeeeeeeeeee─!

The first born brood let out a cry like a lamb. Curses and resentments were washed away and they returned to the original form of pure chaos. Starting with that cry, thousands of fruits were torn apart and bodily fluids flowed out from all directions.

Climbing, flying, jumping, hanging… … .

The bodies that were born were like clay dolls roughly put together by a child’s clumsy hands, and they were without rules and staggered in awkward forms. However, the newly born nameless Chaos Forces seemed to be happy with their birth and danced and flew around Isaac as if they were worshipping him.

The rush of bones only adds to his nourishment, and the evil spirits are only the pollination of the flowers that help him bear fruit.

The Immortal Emperor was horrified to see Isaac preying with such outrageous power.

“You’re crazy, you’re crazy!”

The Immortal Emperor eventually vented his anger on Isaac.

I was finally convinced that Isaac had revealed his true colors, that he was an incarnation of evil, wearing a beautiful skin to bring about the end of the world.

But Isaac whispered through the thousands of lips sprouting between the branches.

[I can give your followers the life you couldn’t give them. What can you do but stand there?]

“This is not life! This is blasphemy! There is no reason for humans to live while being reduced to monsters or beasts!”

Snap.

The moment the Immortal Emperor’s roar rang out, the sound of the world splitting apart was heard.

The Immortal Emperor turned his head.

The imaginary world he had created was beginning to crack.

Isaac spoke before the Immortal Emperor realized the problem.

[You’ve just denied yourself.]

It was the sound of the Immortal Emperor’s rank collapsing.

It was the moment when Isaac’s puzzle came together.