Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 67



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Episode 67 Prophet of Red Flesh (3)

Will you risk your life against the angel, or will you hand over the free subordinate and easily achieve victory?

‘Leaving behind some of your strength would mean a piece of flesh.’

If that were the case, the quest suggested by Nameless Chaos could have been successful. Even for Hezabel, this wasn’t a bad offer. The Red Flesh Prophet was the only one to experience her humiliation and loss, but it was clear that she also did not want to take reckless gambles.

Simply negotiate, win-win.

Isaac pretended to think for a moment and then smiled.

“Shall we each swear on our faith?”

Raella also smiled crookedly.

“good night. “I’ll show you something that can serve as proof.”

Raella’s mouth opened and red flesh appeared inside it. The sweet scent wafted all the way to Isaac, who was quite far away.

Raella said, picking it up with her fingers.

“Take this. “It is a part of my body, the flesh containing the blood of the red chalice.”

Isaac lowered his knife and slowly approached Raella. Rhaella remained still with her hand on Hesabel’s head. The moment Isaac stretched out his hand to pick up the red flesh on Raella’s hand, Raella’s body moved as if waiting for her.

Puff puff puff! Flesh burst open, spraying blood all over Isaac’s body.

Isaac, covered in blood, was thrown back, feeling pain like a bee sting. Isaac looked at the spot covered in his blood. The blisters continued to swell as if he had been poisoned, but they subsided quickly.

It was probably a terrible poison. A poison that would make an ordinary person’s skin burst and melt in an instant.

But for Isaac, it stung a little.

“flaw… … Uh, what?”

Rather, the problem was Raella.

She was glaring at Isaac, her face cleft from chin to forehead. Her pronunciation was awkward because her tongue was split in two.

Isaac said as he watched Raella’s blood burn away on the Sword of Judgment.

“When we didn’t trust each other? “What are you doing again?”

The moment Raella started bleeding, Isaac also swung his sword with his left hand as if he had been waiting.

The black Raella wrapped in tentacles moved at a completely unexpected angle and cut her face in one fell swoop. She had originally planned to cut her body into pieces, but this was the best she could do.

[I mean, how are you holding on even after being covered in blood?]

A voice roared through the air. It was not Raella’s voice, but the voice of the red-fleshed prophet.

“Something as terrible as your blood already flows inside my body.”

The blood Raella sprinkled was soaked with the poison of the red chalice. It is a miracle imbued with divine power.

However, Isaac preyed on Jihillet, the plague god. There was plenty of divinity, and even the ability to resist pestilence. In addition to having already feasted on a large number of Abominations and having the ability to regenerate, it was natural that Raella’s poison would not work.

Isaac had no intention of chatting with Raella for long. He rushed straight through the castle walls before Raella could recover from her wounds.

***

Raella nervously fluttered her body and waved her arms. A long wound appeared on his arm, splattering his blood.

I thought it was the same attack again, but what appeared from the scattered blood was a huge thorn barrier. It was not simply a thorn barrier for stopping, but even grew to stab sharply towards Isaac.

[Do you think humans can stand up to angels?]

‘What if it’s not even the body?’

Isaac wanted to laugh at the red thorns that brushed his face, but honestly, it wasn’t easy.

Even if it rots, it’s okay. An angel is an angel, even if he is a red-fleshed prophet who is more of a schemer.

No matter how crowded he was, it was almost impossible for Isaac to win in his current state.

Unless the appropriate conditions are met.

Shiriririririk!

Following Raella’s right arm, her left arm was torn and blood flowed down the castle wall. The thorn barrier now bounded the castle wall like a bush and rushed towards Isaac without stopping. Instead of rushing in, Isaac calmly plowed away the thorns and waited for an opportunity.

[Your power may not be everything!]

The red-fleshed prophet roared and pushed Isaac towards the red thorn bush. She knew Isaac was hiding something from her.

That unknown power would have defeated Heshabel and the strengthened Owen.

The Red Flesh Prophet thought that there was no way he would end up like that, so he kept his guard up and attacked as carefully as possible.

Unless Isaac pulled out a real card, she had no intention of going all out.

But she was slowly feeling anxious.

The sky was getting brighter. Because it was a mountainous area, sunrise was delayed, but the sun would rise soon.

Night is the time of the Red Grail, but day is the time of the Code of Light.

[If you don’t want to go all out, I’ll just press it and blow it up!]

Wow! The thornbush suddenly swelled, firmly rooted in the castle wall. A thorn spear large enough to cover the castle wall rushed towards Isaac.

When something huge, more like a battering ram than a thorn, attacked him, Isaac realized there was nothing he could do.

His left hand moved strangely.

The tentacles protruding from his left hand wrapped around the thorn spear and bit into it, while Isaac swung his sword.

Isaac’s sword technique: In an instant, Isaac’s tentacles burrowed through the scars of the red thorns torn by the eight prongs. And then, in an instant, the huge thorn spear was torn apart along the texture of the wound. The bursting tentacles rained blood and rained down on Isaac.

The red-fleshed prophet felt chills as he looked at that sight.

[That’s it! That was it! What is your identity… … !]

The red-fleshed prophet let out a groan, revealing his disgust and anger toward Isaac.

Only now did everything make sense.

Hesabel’s submission, Owen’s defeat, and the fact that even though Isaac was a Holy Grail Knight, he never used the Miracle Code of Light.

[Was there still a body left that hadn’t rotted?]

Isaac couldn’t understand her mysterious emotions, but he didn’t want to either. The red-fleshed prophet squared her shoulders, focusing her full attention on Isaac.

Now that Isaac has revealed his true identity, it is her turn to give it her all.

[I didn’t know that among those with brains, there was one who inherited the seed! The seed was even hidden under the lighthouse keeper?]

Instead of saying anything, Isaac walked towards Raella. The red-fleshed prophet tensed and gathered his strength. She watched Isaac’s tentacles closely. But Isaac didn’t use his tentacles. Instead, he quickly retrieved the tentacle and retracted it into his body.

Instead, he raised his sword.

The red-fleshed prophet was momentarily speechless at the sight as if he would fight him without using his tentacles.

[what? what… … .]

At that moment, she felt pain stabbing her eyes. The morning sun finally rose.

The searing pain made her frown, but she didn’t make the stupid mistake of not focusing on Isaac. She closed her eyes, pretending that she had let her guard down.

As expected, Isaac rushed forward with the morning sunlight as if he had been waiting.

The red-fleshed prophet also raised thorns all at once from the blood sprinkled on the castle wall. She laughed at Isaac’s hasty move. Did I think you didn’t know that I was waiting for the morning sun? Even if the sun rises, you… … .

But why did they put the tentacles back in?

The moment the Prophet of Red Flesh’s doubts passed her by, she realized that her thorns were not able to pierce Isaac’s armor at all and instead were bent or bounced off.

‘what?’

The red-fleshed prophet was astonished at the sight. And he belatedly heard some voices.

“Look at that! “I am the Holy Grail Knight!”

The red-fleshed prophet saw a place he had not paid attention to because he was concentrating all his attention on Isaac: the lower part of Hendrak Castle, which was still dark and hidden under the shadow of the valley.

Count Lehart and his soldiers were there, waiting and watching, as Isaac had instructed in advance.

The red-fleshed prophet felt his power weakening under the countless gazes.

The Red Grail encourages intrigue, seduction, and assassination. Naturally, her power is strongest in darkness and secrecy. The light that reveals everything weakens all its power.

Exposed to this bright dawn and the gaze of countless witnesses, she was unable to exert even half of her original strength.

The red-fleshed prophet lashed out with all his might to struggle. But Isaac’s body moved strangely.

The new skill Isaac learned after absorbing the Abomination was the advanced swordsmanship used by Owen.

Isaac’s body moved in two directions at the same time. The thorn pierced one of them but failed to stop the other.

The blade sparkled in the sunlight.

Tongue.

Before Raella had time to dodge, the blade of the sword decapitated her in an instant. The red-fleshed prophet realized that before her sword even touched her, she had already been decapitated.

I felt a burning pain.

Isaac stared at Raella with eerie purple eyes and opened his mouth.

His voice smelled of blood.

“Now let’s see who will suit the crushed mosquito.”

***

Raella stumbled and landed on the castle wall. At that moment, his head tilted and his head fell down the castle wall. His throat cleared and he tumbled down the castle wall.

Lehart’s soldiers waiting under the castle walls were silent at the sudden incident. But soon, I realized everything when I saw Raella’s head rolled up to my feet, Hendrak Castle wrapped in red thorns, and Isaac standing proudly on the castle wall.

“Ooh, wow! Holy Grail Knight! “The Holy Grail Knight!”

“Isaac, the Holy Grail Knight, decapitated the witch!”

An old legend became reality before the soldiers’ eyes.

A corrupt lord, an evil witch, and the Holy Grail Knight who appears to punish them.

Of course, there was no evidence anywhere that the lord was corrupt or that Raella was a witch, but they already recognized Hendrak Fortress deep in their bones as their enemy. It was because of the knight charge ordered by Owen.

Therefore, Isaac, who single-handedly brought down the fortress, was the hero of legend.

“Holy Grail Knight! Long live Isaac, Holy Grail Knight!”

Cheers praising Isaac were heard from all over. As the child heard that sound, he felt something warm growing inside his body.

Isaac quickly realized its identity.

‘faith?’

A faith that was incomparable to when I preached to the Barbarians was permeating me. People’s pure praise seemed to give Isaac strength. Of course, he had previously achieved the feat when he wrote ‘The Watchman’s Lighthouse’ in Soeur, but he was not frankly praised.

At that time, I just made him come to his senses and scolded him.

‘After all, it’s better to show once than to preach a hundred words.’

That is why the gods also give miracles to their believers.

But Isaac felt that the soldiers’ praise was premature. Because even Isaac couldn’t put down the knife yet. Isaac stared straight ahead, holding the sword tighter than before.

In fact, the real fight should start now.

Raella, whose head was cut off, did not fall but stood crooked.

Fresh blood continued to gush from the severed part of the neck.

Soon, the throat of the cross section of the neck bulged like lips and let out a voice.

“It’s already late.”

A low laugh was heard that made the air tremble.

[What did you expect from cutting off your head?]

Raella’s skin was now moving uncontrollably like a deflated balloon. I felt like something inside it was just covered in leather, and was moving around at will, without any regard for the bones, muscles, or joints inside.

Soon the skin came off, and a red figure began to crawl out of it, twisting its skeleton. Raella’s body was lying around like a broken doll. What emerged, shedding her skin and gushing out red blood, was a strange figure nearly 3 meters tall.

It had human arms and legs, but no torso.

Three arms, three legs, and three unidentifiable appendages constantly changed roles.

It was complex but elegant, grotesque but beautiful.

That is the angel who represents the divinity of the Red Grail on earth.

He was a red-fleshed prophet.