Chapter. 14. One Empire, Three Legends (40)
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‘….Like a dog.’
The secret of a desperate battle that has never been remembered in history.
they were abandoned For the victory of humanity.
‘Did you want to show me this?’
The bridge was not cut off to stop the undead. Because there was long-view magic, you could see how their desperate battle was going and you would have known that there would be enough time to cut off the bridge even after they retreated.
What those who cut off the bridge were trying to prevent were ‘surviving refugees.’
Tens of thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands of starving refugees.
Those who barely survived were a harmless contagious disease and were no different from bombs falling on the territory.
There was no way there would be enough food left over to feed hundreds of thousands of starving refugees in a territory that was in the midst of a war.
Those who managed to escape with only the family belongings became hundreds of thousands of beggars and starved as soon as they arrived at the territory.
Imagine that a child who survived that hellish undead army is starving to death right before your eyes. As a father, what would you refuse to do? Even if there was a soldier with a spear knife guarding it, there would be porridge boiling far beyond.
Hundreds of thousands of refugees turn into hundreds of thousands of beggars who soon turn into hundreds of thousands of robbers and rioters.
From the moment the territory’s defenses are breached, they turn from survivors into another disaster that survives.
If we had time, it would have been possible to take them all in. If they had been given time to collect and reorganize the goods spread throughout the empire, they might not have gone to such extreme measures. There’s no way they would plan a massacre like this just because they like it.
But because they couldn’t afford to buffer hundreds of thousands of refugees, they ultimately made a choice.
For humanity’s victory, from a military perspective, they all have to die. The Empire herded them into the restricted Dallas territory and destroyed the only bridge with their own hands.
『To promise the next time. Like you said, I made a rational choice. As a commander and as a human being.』
What she couldn’t bear was the feeling of Roharam’s arrangement in every single thing.
The electric horse that remained for her. Just one.
Twenty Paladins were enough to break through the weak undead at the front whose battle line had not yet been completed.
A path of light that clearly guides her. Escape route.
Humans can do that. Making mistakes and moving forward. Because humans are capable of doing terrible things.
But if it’s God. Why on earth is her god Roharam?
『So… for the first time in my life. I refused to follow the guidance of light.』
With each word the witch uttered, the fantasy landscape changed.
The saint refused to escape and collapsed on the spot.
Realizing that they could not break through the strong current, they returned to the castle and found the saint and the refugees running towards her.
The undead flocking uncontrollably.
And blood. Endless slaughter.
“So… is that why you were captured by the undead lord?”
『…Everyone probably said that. After a struggle, the saintess was captured by the undead monarch and corrupted by that powerful power.』
Click.
The screen changed as if pressing the shutter.
Finally in that shape. In the form of a saint left alone on a hill of rotten corpses where she first entered the witch’s realm, and an undead monarch facing her.
『Nothing, not even the power of the so-called undead monarch, can corrupt the soul of a saint. Because it is a piece of God and is complete in itself.』
The gaze beyond the monarch’s silence could only quietly look down and pass by the saintess who had lost her light and was sitting down, just like her name.
Leaving behind only one ghostly warhorse for her to ride.
The saint looked down at the plain covered with corpses with colorless eyes.
Corpses that have already rotted away due to the monarch’s fraud.
As the blood flowed into the river that blocked them, it turned pitch black.
The guidance of light still urges her to survive.
In that strange meditation, Maria recalled the secret history of the five great religious denominations that she had once heard.
The reason why those five denominations are particularly strong among the countless good gods.
That’s because they gave up part of their integrity to intervene in the human world.
『It’s a choice. A contradiction that a perfect being cannot project its power into an imperfect world, so it cuts and inserts its own existence.』
Embracing the imperfection and contradictions, it chose to be downgraded from a perfect divine being to an imperfect being, and thus the five great good gods intervened in human life. In order to do so, it was possible to impart to the believers the divine power that was no different from a part of their being.
Light illuminates all people, but always leaves a shadow behind those on whom it shines.
The indomitable courage took away from them the ‘courage to let go’ of those who choose to live a life of letting go of what they are holding in their hands.
In order to have a good harvest one year, we experience a bad harvest somewhere else.
The more wisdom accumulated, the more it blinded the wise man.
and. The mercy that faced all that remained a mercy that did not take action.
『There was no corruption from the beginning. Because a saint is not a being that can be corrupted in that way. It’s just that I made a choice like them. The choice to face the contradiction hidden behind blindness.』
The saint just made a choice at that moment. Ignoring the guidance of light. The undead lord was so interested that she mounted her ghostly steed and rode alongside him, even though all his servants cleared the way for her.
Because she chose her, all the souls abandoned by God, the souls who were stained with death and would not become stars and would be left behind on earth, along with the rotted corpses of the twenty people, were all embraced in her arms.
With that twisted love, they swore to return everything that had been taken from them and to correct this contradictory world of gods.
『It was all my choice.』
The witch said as she hugged all the fallen heads in her arms in the fantasy of Corpse Hill.
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After that, she became a member of the undead army. He acted faithfully as the monarch’s right hand man.
Originally, it was like a medium between humans and God, so it understood the soul at a level that humans could not reach, and its noble soul was like a banquet for powerful demons.
Just as white drawing paper becomes stained with ink, her black magic increased in level day by day. Even though she offered a cruel living sacrifice, she did not hesitate at all.
Because it was just an act of accepting them into her arms, not sending them away.
『As a saint. As someone who was once a saint. I do not want to acknowledge a world in which those chosen by a contradictory god become stars and those who are not chosen wander the cold earth and disappear. If there is no star for them, I will be the star. A huge star that embraces all the souls in the world. The ark heading towards it. Although it may not be as bright and warm as the light of Ro Haram, it may be a cold, gloomy planet full of corpses! A star that can embrace everyone!!』
Passuseuk-
『For that. For them, I… would do anything.』
Every time her touch passed, the rotten corpses of the fantasy seeped into her body.
This wasn’t just a fantasy. It symbolizes the oath of someone who was once a saint and was clearly a small but broken piece of God.
‘The witch’s sacrifice produces cursed souls. According to the Battle of Light, a soul that falls away from grace cannot become a star. And the souls that were not chosen and left on earth… are all held in the arms of the witch.’
And after decades of effort, the Twisted God Piece succeeded in making part of the Emperor’s power, which had prospered the empire, into its own.
For only one goal. To become a star for everyone and a ‘fair god’ that cannot exist in the world.
All the illusions were sucked into the witch’s body, leaving the professor and the witch alone in the dark and damp space.
『I really wanted to talk to you once I heard that a saint who reached God’s will has finally appeared.』
Sabak.
A bare foot covered in poison and pus took a step closer.
『What is ‘he’ saying?』
Absolutely.
The saintess’s appearance shed like skin, and the princess’s face opened her mouth.
『After talking about me, I finally offended him, so he said to send you to punish me?』
Patter patter!
The princess’s appearance also shriveled, and new flesh grew and decayed endlessly within her, increasing in size.
The witch’s true face is finally revealed. Its inner essence.
『Is it because I am still not worthy of His attention that He sent you, who has no shred of divine power, to me under the false name of a saint to convey His contempt…?』 The
mother of the abandoned, who embraces the corrupted souls covered in curses.
In the curse that penetrates my mind dizzyingly with that breath.
Stinging!
There was a hand that pinched his insides, as if waking him from sleep.
[This is the end of the shell. If you go any further here, you’ll go crazy too.]
‘….Okay. ‘I’ve heard enough.’
While I was listening to her story, I was suddenly caught up in a fantasy, unable to move due to the separation between my real body and soul.
In return, he was able to read the witch’s innermost thoughts, so it could be seen as an appropriate exchange.
『You rush in blindly following the will of the gods without any divine power or special powers… You were also a child abandoned for the contradictory plans of the gods… You are pitiful. are you okay. It’s okay. I can embrace everyone. “Come here…”
The witch’s embrace filled with twisted affection approached the professor who was unable to respond. An embrace that is both beautiful and erotic, and at the same time imbued with a benevolent curse like a mother’s embrace, making them one being.
Dalssak.
It was at that time that I felt something on the tip of my hardening tongue that felt as if an unbearably dense taste was being pulled towards my tongue from my toes to the top of my head.
….Okay.
It was as if every cell in my body had escaped the commands of my head and focused on them. The body, worn down to its last days and even its soul imprisoned, bit it, felt the pulsating elasticity, and dug in until its teeth were crushed, finally revealing its inner flesh.
Wow –
my eyesight is coming back. The boundary between reality and fantasy becomes clearer, and my left hand, which has grown before I know it, repeats growth and contraction as it tears off the rotting corpses wrapped around my body.
Crack, crack, crack!
There I am, mindlessly eating something. White flesh. Smooth and elegant white curves and blood-red solid lines that penetrate and spread between them like the deadly venom of a poisonous snake. It is a sight that is sensationally beautiful and mouth-watering.
Final arrangement. For the sake of the future, there would be no future if I faced the final boss with my tattered body anyway, so I saved and saved until just before I died! Final fighting power.
A reward of unknown meaning received at Wuthering Heights.
Edeorna’s severed arm.
Even though it has been a long time since it was separated from the body, it retains its vitality as if it were alive. The moment I took it out of subspace, it was the moment I finally put it in my mouth.
“Aaaah… Ratura. I really enjoyed the meal.”
I could tell without having to test it separately. A body that regenerates when it drinks Mute’s body blood. That strange body completely regained its strength by ingesting the most excellent cells called the Queen’s clone.
No, beyond recovery, that overflowing energy is running rampant all over the body!
[Take a deep breath, take a deep breath! My mentality was caught by a witch and I fell to the lowest point, but in an instant I became so high! The taste is gone! Hold on tight!]
“Whoa whoa, I know that much!!!!”
Heat rising to the tip of my head. If we leave it like this, we will go crazy like we did during the time of the Margrave’s territory.
‘If excessive recovery is the problem… just use it up!’
Tap, tap, tap, tap!
According to the professor’s will, the regenerative power that was overflowing throughout the body converges into one right arm, and the arm begins to split due to the uncontrollable force.
Phuwag, growl!
His white flame, of unknown origin, burst out through the crack.
『Divinity… is not. Aura and magical power are infinitely mixed….』
“In the first place, haha, let’s say that guy’s voice, fuuuu-! “I’ve never heard of it!”
Creep, boom, boom….!
Moving huge forces as efficiently as possible.
In accordance with the method of handling his own strength and the knowledge of martial arts engraved in his head, his body lowered itself to the point where it was close to the ground.
Like a catapult before ejection. Using his strong left hand stuck in the ground as a brake, he moved his right arm, wrapped in white flame, back further.
“So, if you want to ask something about his gaze or something that bothers you… go ahead and ask him directly.”
-Suddenly.
And to the critical point.
As if he was throwing his body or throwing a javelin, his arm broke through the critical point and was sucked into the witch’s realm surrounded by fog and curses.
This was the only way for him as he had no faith and did not have the ability to understand the pain of a witch who had endured for over 100 years.
To forcibly end the witch’s despair that will never end before she devours the entire world and destroys herself.
The fog dispersed, the curse became blurred, and a small amount of light the size of millet leaked into the Tower of Curse Flower.
“…Saint Ratura. I’m sorry. This is the only way I have.”
[Ahhhh….]
It took a few seconds for a faint moan to flow from the witch’s body, which had been pierced by that small light.
A huge trail of light flew through the cursed fog that covered the capital.
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