Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 68



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Episode 68 Prophet of Red Flesh (4)

[Raella is no longer here. She has already been invited to the dinner party.]

The red-fleshed prophet stood, supporting his massive body only on his tiptoes, and looked down at Isaac arrogantly. No, saying I saw it was not accurate. Because there were no eyes.

There were only arms and legs writhing and shaking.

[And this will be the new banquet hall.]

A tongue came out from a place where one would not expect a mouth to be and licked the surrounding area.

Isaac let out a shallow groan at the sight of the angel he had never seen in person. It was a pressure on a completely different level from that of the ancient gods who had already shrunk and become obsolete. I could feel how different the status of angels and humans was from the fact that even this was only a part of the total power.

The cheering that could be heard from under the castle walls soon died down and the soldiers fell into heavy silence. They, too, felt the strangeness that had just occurred with their whole bodies.

All the soldiers looking at the red-fleshed prophet smelled blood. Some of the soldiers realized that blood was flowing from their noses. The red-fleshed prophet shocked and deceived people just by appearing.

If the Red Flesh Prophet had his way, it would be no problem to turn them all into pieces of meat.

However, the red-fleshed prophet did not move carelessly.

[How about it, Holy Grail Knight? The morning sunlight probably isn’t the only problem for me.]

Isaac’s strongest weapon was his tentacles. But as she said, Isaac couldn’t use his tentacles in the morning sunlight. Bringing out tentacles in front of so many people just adds one more monster to the place.

However, after revealing Isaac’s identity, we didn’t want to rush to kill each other.

When Isaac didn’t move, the red-fleshed prophet let out a dark laugh. She moved her body as if it didn’t matter since she had already exposed her true body.

bang. As he flexibly shook his legs as if he was doing ballet, Isaac’s body was pushed backwards with a loud noise. Isaac found his Sword of Judgment burning fiercely and then slowly rusting away. The miracle contained in the Sword of Judgment could not withstand the pressure and was worn away.

On the other hand, the red-fleshed feet of the Prophet had only scars that looked like solid lines. Even that healed quickly. The red-fleshed prophet seemed about to attack Isaac again, but stopped.

Her red skin was drying in the sun.

‘I can’t enjoy it too much… … .’

The red-fleshed prophet clicked his tongue inwardly.

Revealing your true form involves risk. Just revealing this appearance in reality consumes a huge amount of power, and if the body is attacked now, the main body in the afterlife will also receive a direct hit.

The red-fleshed prophet thought he had to change his body first.

She had a body that had already done the work.

Tap, tap, tap.

His tiptoe gait was quiet yet elegant. It was a very small sound, but it was clear enough to be heard by everyone in the area.

The red-fleshed prophet was suddenly standing next to Hezabel.

She was now certain that there was no one here who could stop her. You might wonder if there is a real priest or paladin who can use miracles, but what is in front of you is a fake paladin, and what you are seeing under the castle wall are just pieces of trash.

Isaac, who had lost his only means of attack, the Sword of Judgment, was watching her without moving.

The red-fleshed prophet, confident that there would be no problem if he changed into Hezabel’s body, hunched over. Then, he prepared to infiltrate Hezabel’s body.

It was clear that Hesabel, the heir to the Duke of Gulmar, would be much more receptive to her power than Raella, who was just a maid.

[…] … ?]

However, as time passed, the possession did not take place.

The moment the Red Flesh Prophet felt perplexed, she realized what the problem was.

[You bitch!]

The red-fleshed prophet forcibly grabbed Hezabel’s face and opened her mouth. At that moment, a clean piece of flesh without any traces of chewing appeared in the mouth.

Heshabel spat out the piece of flesh that was in her mouth.

***

Clap.

The red-fleshed flesh of the prophet fell like trash to the floor.

To the red-fleshed prophet, it was an unrealistic sight.

Since the creation of the Red Grail, no one who has tasted the flesh even once has been able to refuse the flesh that entered their mouth. It was not possible through simple willpower.

Ironically, the red-fleshed prophet even felt awe of Hezabel.

As soon as Hezabel spit out the flesh, she pulled out her dagger and stabbed the red-fleshed prophet. Her dagger, of course her ordinary dagger, did her no harm.

However, the dagger that pierced Hezabel’s side was no ordinary dagger.

The red-fleshed prophet froze as he saw the dagger stuck in his leg.

The very holy object that Hezabel tried to retrieve.

However, this is the very holy relic that Isaac handed over with his own hands just before crossing the castle wall.

It was a division ceremony.

[AA AA AA!]

A scream that had never been heard before came out of the mouth of the red-fleshed prophet for the first time.

The division ceremony killed Elil, who was a living god, and caused him to be reborn as a true god. This fact is of little value as just a dagger.

If Raella’s body, which the Red Flesh Prophet only borrowed, had been stabbed, it would not have suffered much damage.

However, it is a different story when it comes to mythical beings, especially angels, who are the embodiment of faith itself.

The Red Flesh Prophet suffered a more fatal blow than any attack he had received so far.

The red-fleshed prophet screamed from the burning pain in his head. She moved her body violently, striking the split ceremony and Hesabel and throwing them away. But I couldn’t help the blood rushing out and the burning pain.

Her body began to weaken rapidly.

‘We have to escape.’

For the first time, the Red Flesh Prophet felt a sense of crisis. The fear of death came. Of course, even if he died here, his celestial body would be safe, but it was clear that if he did not escape quickly, the wounds suffered during the division ceremony would leave scars that would be difficult to repair.

But Isaac had no intention of letting her go gracefully.

Sharp living.

The red-fleshed prophet found Isaac rushing right in front of him in just three steps.

In Isaac’s hand was a rusty sword of judgment.

[Just like that!]

Wow! The prophet’s red-fleshed arm clashed with Isaac’s sword. Unexpectedly, the blade slightly dug into the skin. The reason the Sword of Judgment worked so well was because it contained a miracle. But now this sword has no miracles. It’s rusty, so it’s no better than an ordinary sword.

Even if you used tentacles, you couldn’t cut down an angel with a weapon like this.

Again, she expected Isaac to be thrown away or smashed with the sword.

But that didn’t happen.

Blah blah blah!

As loud roars rang out one after another, the sword gradually dug into the skin of the red-fleshed prophet. We only collided once, but it was as if we had been struck with a sword dozens or hundreds of times in the blink of an eye.

As Isaac’s sword began to penetrate, the skin, which had already begun to weaken and crack, began to violently break and tear, splinters flying out. The Red Flesh Prophet did not realize what was happening, but he realized that it would be dangerous to continue like this and tried to retreat.

However, the blade followed the arm as if it were biting.

‘It works as expected.’

Isaac smiled at the sight.

When Goluwaru, the god of wealth, was killed in Soeur.

At that time, Isaac had no means of attacking Goluwaru, so he had to drag him deep into his body. Isaac thought that he needed to find an attack that would work not only against physical beings but also against conceptual beings. But it was a difficult task for Isaac, who could not handle miracles.

Meanwhile, Isaac found a solution through none other than swordsmanship.

Advanced swordsmanship physically embodies the form of the image.

It was clear that Isaac’s advanced swordsmanship, ‘Isaac Swordsmanship’, was shaped like a tentacle.

He succeeded in opening the next level of Isaac’s swordsmanship by feasting on the bodies of Owen and Baxter.

Isaac Swordsmanship: Saw blade tearing.

Isaac’s sword vibrated violently. Inside the blade, tentacles so fine that they could not be seen were rotating and striking the red-fleshed body of the prophet like a whip.

Countless saw blade tentacles steadily ate and tore apart the body.

The image Isaac imagined was a chainsaw.

A chainsaw made of tentacles and teeth.

It contained the nameless chaotic divine power that Isaac had gathered.

Although it was a weak energy, it displayed tremendous power when attacked hundreds or thousands of times.

Blah blah blah!

[AA AA AA!]

With a crashing sound, the prophet’s red-fleshed arm was cut off. The red-fleshed prophet belatedly used her other limbs to push away her Isaac.

At that moment, Isaac activated the Sentinel’s Lighthouse as if he had been waiting.

A brilliant halo surrounded Isaac’s head.

Even the dawn that had just risen was fading under the halo above Isaac’s head.

The light emanating from the watchman’s lighthouse reduced the thorn bushes surrounding the castle walls to ashes and destroyed them. The unclean and corrupt things were expelled and only the upright things were established.

Isaac was at the center of it all.

The soldiers of Hendrak Fortress came to their senses as their heads were washed away, and the soldiers of Lehart watched the birth of a new myth. Hesabel was astonished as she saw the blade approaching and eating into her flesh.

[Watcher’s Lighthouse? Why is there another one in this era…? … .]

She muttered in confusion.

Even if it is a sentinel’s lighthouse, it cannot influence the angel itself.

Because separate rules are established for angels who are made up of faith itself. However, it made it impossible for the Red Flesh Prophet to strengthen himself further.

Isaac’s sword gained momentum in the flash of light and cut her down even faster and stronger.

Quad deuk, quack, quack, quack.

It was closer to digging into it rather than striking it with a sword. The red-fleshed limbs of the prophet were cut into pieces, as if cutting down a tree. Amid a deafening roar, the red-fleshed prophet was instantly thrown out, losing five of his limbs.

***

[What, this doesn’t make sense… … .]

The fallen red-fleshed prophet gasped. She was having a hard time even breathing, like a fish out of water. It started to dry beyond her skin and into her throat.

I’ve been revealing my true self for too long. If I couldn’t find a body to possess, I would have no choice but to dry up and die like a fish out of water.

She stumbled and belatedly found her discarded flesh. If you force feed it to anyone and change your body now, you might be able to buy time to escape.

[Aaaah!]

But what she saw then was Hezabel picking up a piece of flesh and politely offering it to Isaac. The red-fleshed prophet lunged toward Isaac as if making a final struggle.

[No no!]

But Isaac grabbed the piece of flesh in front of her as if showing off. The tentacles on her left hand shot out and instantly crushed the flesh.

The screams of the red-fleshed prophet echoed horribly over the castle walls.

After Isaac finished eating, he slowly walked forward.

The red-fleshed prophet was struggling to maintain his balance with his few remaining limbs, but was collapsing one by one. Now she has no will or energy left to fight.

It was barely able to maintain its form with only a handful of pride.

Now unable to find a body to possess or a piece of flesh to serve as a medium, it was only a matter of time before she disappeared.

[You probably think you won.]

The red-fleshed prophet whispered a curse even as he was falling apart.

Although mortally wounded, this is only a small portion of the angel’s power, and the main body will grit its teeth and vow revenge in the afterlife.

Angels very rarely reveal themselves except when summoned or when they appear as messengers from God. Therefore, most cases end with the death of the agent or possessor. In particular, this was the first death for the red-fleshed prophet who enjoyed intrigue.

[you… … Do you even know exactly what you have done? You will regret today later.]

Her words were not bravado or a warning. Angels are agents of God’s will. He is powerful in and of himself, but if you hit him enough to cause damage to his body, there will always be a cost.

So much so that his life could be threatened if he were not protected by the blessings of a fairly strong god.

However, Isaac raised the corners of his mouth and looked at the red-fleshed prophet.

“Do you think this all happened by chance?”