Chapter. 15. Can someone who has seen the end of the world plant an apple tree? (28)
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Fear comes from imagining the unknown. When standing on a cliff, one imagines oneself falling from there, and one walking down a dark path imagines something in the darkness and trembles with fear of one’s own making.
Therefore, people cannot easily feel fear when encountering a being that exceeds the boundaries of imagination. Just as I marvel at the Milky Way or the endless sea, my heart trembles at the encounter with the unknown.
The moment of awe that touches you is the moment when you discover something similar to yourself in someone who cannot even imagine the gap.
The two eyes that appear in natural objects mean that they can observe the objects in front of them like me.
The hostility in those eyes indicates that the other person is a living being that can judge and be hostile.
When the moment comes when an unknown being walks into common sense, all the trembling and awe that we have felt up to now are replaced by fear of a similar magnitude.
A fear that burrows deep into our hearts, rising from the surface of our inner selves to the abyss we are unaware of.
A dragon is such a being. People called that feeling of fear, which was almost like awe, the fear of a dragon.
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‘….Did it leak?’
[A little?]
‘Damn. I’m sure it will be a big feature in the community again.’
[are you okay. The warriors next to me are relatively invisible because they are so flooded.]
At this moment, the professor was thankful that he was a character that focused on physical abilities and not a pure magic character.
If he hadn’t been a warrior who could perfectly control his own body, he would have been completely exhausted like the warriors and shamans of Kauladi next to him.
‘I guess all my hard work wasn’t in vain.’
The reason the professor was able to stand upright on his own two feet, unlike the many warriors over there, was purely because of his past experience.
I saw a thunderstorm hit the dry sky, and the corpses of the dead’s souls gathered together to create an evil sound above my head.
Isn’t it possible that a mountain of sand would rise up with the momentum to absorb all the sand in the desert? As always, this is just another hardship that has been recklessly thrown in front of my eyes by this crazy GG.
….Called.
I felt like my legs would stiffen if I didn’t think about it that way, so I just forced myself to repeat it over and over again.
The professor looked around at the magical imprints and catalysts scattered around him as he looked at the desert rising up and gathering in one place as if he were being sucked into it.
The first thing that caught my eye were the blood letters drawn with raw blood and the shamans with blood on their hands. What’s so happy about this is that he’s crying and putting his hands together in a bizarre way.
The remains of a creature as smooth as marble were disassembled and piled up, so I can’t imagine what they looked like before they were assembled, but the smell of putrid protein still stings my nose. It was easy to distinguish what was piled up at the source.
‘Royal blood. Are they the fallen descendants of a clan that was once a dragon?…’
The condition was so dire that it was difficult to open my eyes and look at them. The smell of stretched skin, layers of rotting bandages, and magic reagents.
It seemed like they had probably mummified the dead a long time ago and kept them there. It was taken out again and summoned to a specific drug.
The terrible tower, made by removing all the bones and boiling the dried carcasses to a mushy pile, reminded me of what the hatchling Aldarshax had said in self-blame in the watchtower.
[It means that we are a legacy of the past that is useless and only protected.]
A legacy of the useless past. A royal blood race that is similar to the Lizardmen but is completely different in appearance, showing that only the body that has lost its strength and wisdom is a trace of the glorious race of the past.
Ssaaaaaa-!
As the rising sand grew in size as if it would swallow up everything around it, sand began to flow down onto Kauladi’s flagship from the sinking slope.
The shamans, filled with joy, were praying, ignoring the fact that their flesh was melting into the boiling sand.
The sand swallowed the slave warriors who were lying prostrate and unable to move in order to have a final audience with the great lord.
After swallowing the tower made of the putrid corpses of royal blood,
he finally collected all the white and gigantic remains in his arms and buried them in the sand.
powwow. Worship that ignores life is a symbol of divinity.
Warrior. Forced sacrifice symbolizes sacrifice.
Bloody corpses collected from all over the desert. Their bodies are literally no different from the flesh of a dead dragon that has lost its strength and wisdom, and the dragon’s steel bones have not even been worn down to the dust over hundreds of years. The dragon’s bones and flesh are put together to form the dragon’s symbol.
And the supreme leader of the desert who brought it all together and rebuilt it with the power of ministering to the desert. The symbol of the king is made with the living blood squeezed from the heart of Kauladi, who is considered to be closest to the King of the Desert.
Couuuuuuuuuuuuu!
Gather all of them and create a spell to call the [Dragon King of the Sacred Desert].
As a wizard, I analyzed each meaning one by one.
…..At this point, I was almost laughing out loud.
“Yah. “That’s it.”
[That’s really it.]
“I could smell it right from the beginning of the desert, but I had no idea it would really come out.”
A mountain of sand so big you have to tilt your head back to see the tip. One mound of what was thought to be a mountain of sand split open, revealing a vertically slit yellow pupil within what was assumed to be an eyelid.
Phew!
Below the exposed eyes, the nasal passages where the first breath is taken are revealed. Beneath the predator’s teeth, which sparkled like obsidian, were golden scales that were so beautiful that they contrasted with its ferocious appearance.
She is strong and beautiful, and everyone can’t help but look up to her.
He looked like the king of the desert that Kauladi and the shamans had longed for.
‘No, really…’
I’ve been thinking about the legend of the desert. In this game, ‘No way?’ Because most of what happened happened. I thought we would eventually meet once.
There’s no way the real dragon will come out, so he’s either swallowing the dragon’s power or using the dragon bone buried in the desert to summon something like a skull dragon and make a big show of killing it. Call for support in advance as a disaster-level undead has appeared in the Gwangmyeong Church. Should I let it go, etc… I did make some plans.
that. Run. place.
When I saw the dragon that appeared before my eyes, I felt painfully how foolish and vain my assumption was. The crying of the birth of
Kwangwoo Woo Woo Woo-Woo
was more like a volcanic explosion or an earthquake than the birth of a new life.
From the highest sand dunes to the bottom of an oasis. The huge sound that fell on every grain of sand in the desert was the sound that announced that the owner had returned to the desert that had lost its owner and was flowing aimlessly.
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‘Is this… me?’
Kauladi’s consciousness was swimming in a vast space, almost like space.
It was a moment of competition for time. In an unfortunate incident, the two hatchling siblings were handed over to the enemy, and as a result, years of collecting royal blood bodies from all over the desert were almost in vain.
The thought of not being able to collect everything was established as ‘incompleteness’ in the mind of the caster, and Kauladi had to add a long and complicated ritual to the spell to reinforce the image of the imperfection that was driven like a wedge.
Tsk tsk!
Ujikkeun!
The sound of cracking the wood of a military ship that had been soaked in salt water for over two years and dried could easily be heard in his ears as he concentrated on his consciousness.
A great battle prepared by the enemy. Saladin does not use weapons.
‘I guess I’ve already reached a point where I don’t feel anything special about my own body and weapons.’
The fleet he had spent his entire life preparing was falling apart so easily. Each time a line of defense was breached and the explosion that split ships and warriors advanced towards him one by one, Kauladi gritted his teeth even more and concentrated on his consciousness.
Because it felt like fate was approaching step by step to punish him for going against the natural order of the desert.
Revolting against the fate that had created a desert filled with nothing but war and starvation, Kauladi did not stop his magic until the moment the black monster, approaching like death, approached his eyes.
‘There’s no way I wouldn’t risk my life in planning a comeback.’
Appearing without completing the ritual.
As he pulls out the obsidian dagger, the sound of something large cutting through the wind is heard in his ears.
The moment when sharp claws tear the flagship’s shade covering the sun.
Phew!
Kauladi lost consciousness with a sharp pain.
His soul, entangled in a spell as if a dream seeped into a long sleep, traced his past that had hardened rather than worn away.
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‘I will become king.’
The dry land constantly encouraged fights among those living on it. Young Kauladi hated it. We could just grow more trees like the people living in the countryside. If we planted more date palms and everyone had more, we wouldn’t have to fight to steal from each other.
‘I will place everything on this earth under my feet, not even a single thing.’
Even the most capable shaman shook his head. Although he prepared everything necessary for the word fertility, Kauladi despaired that even the small garden in the oasis could not produce new life. Even though the cool breeze and only the necessary sunlight filtered down on the soil brought in from the inland. I realized that peace cannot coexist with a people who are full, seeing that the seeds cannot survive even if they are revived by magic and mysticism.
A desert that provides only enough food to survive. The sight, as if inciting a fight, reminded Kauladi of an old curse.
A curse that started from two ancient gods who disappeared and the death horse of one of them. An endless battle with arid land.
The brush used to scrub the mast came out with oil mixed with sand. The sailors who sank with the broken ship. This is because their fat boils in the sand sea of martyrdom and blows mixed with the sand wind.
Kauladi, who saw this, returned to his residence without saying a word.
He ordered that all books containing ancient secret history be brought in.
Someone has to break the curse.
I’m the only one who wants to do that, so even if it’s a little off the human path.
‘I will save the desert.’
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Kuuuung –
and Kauladi’s dream was now before his eyes.
‘Was the world this small?’
The whole world seemed to be under his gaze. The momentary change in the dragon’s gaze was only a part of a larger trend.
‘Was the desert this wide?’
However, even under such heightened gaze, the desert was wide and vast.
It’s his now.
Since the land of the martyrs is all his, he will now be able to lift the old curse with his power. Wasn’t it originally said that this land had too much water in the past and a lack of places to live?
If the curse is lifted and new life will sprout, and the greenery of the interior will return to this dry land. The strife caused by hunger, the hatred brought about by strife, and this hellish desert where people spilled each other’s blood, pretending that the hatred was due to necessity, will finally find peace.
So much so that the countless people who have been killed in the name of Kauladi seem like dust. More lives will be restored to life.
I stumbled –
coooooooo –
lost my balance and fell. This may be because the dragon’s body and his soul have not yet properly blended together. Perhaps it could have been the effect of a hastily concluded ceremony. I could see the golden scales appropriate for the Supreme Being splitting, turning into sand, and then regaining their original appearance.
‘It was not completed.’
Supreme Being. It was only natural that the spell created with the image of a completed creature was placed in an imperfect body.
After being shaken for a moment, I became calm. It’s not that difficult to fill the gap.
There must be a piece of the dragon that was not with you in the military ship that is so devastated that the eyes of the battlefield dragon are looking down on it now.
If he were in this body right now, if he had the body of a dragon and the power of the sun in one body, even if he sent down just a single ray of sand…
‘….nothing…?’
There was clearly no sign of the two royal bloods that had been confirmed to be on Nulak’s flagship before the ceremony.
The fear that he might remain an imperfect being shakes Kauladi’s composure as the dragon’s eyes pierce the desert.
[You seem to like your new body.] A
familiar yet unfamiliar voice penetrated his mind.
[Falcatus. Is it you?…]
His helper. The one who found the most important item that would be the key to his long-cherished wish, which had been wandering around in the same place without knowing the answer.
A tactician of a different race whose true intentions are unknown.
At the dragon’s growl, it showed its insubstantial laughter as always.
[Thank you very much, Kauladi. Witchcraft is amazing. In order to make a being like this come again, it is impossible with magic, and if you use divinity, you would have to gather a level of divine power that would make even a god come down. To create such a handsome dragon with less than half that power.]
[….Don’t be mean. Isn’t it you who first approached me after finding out about my preparations? Even if I built up a spell based on the power of the desert, I came here with the power to become the center of my magic, which was impossible.] It
goes without saying that the other person was suspicious. The creature that appeared at his feet as he came out for inspection was not a human, let alone a desert monster that could easily be seen, and the fluent human language that came from the mouth of such a monster only caused discomfort.
However, the offer the monster made to him was attractive enough to put an end to all his doubts and discomfort.
‘A piece of the fallen sun. If you had a piece containing that power, would you be able to complete the spell?’
I couldn’t figure out how on earth he reigned as the number one person in the desert and destroyed the entire great desert, but an item of which not even a trace could be found ended up in the hands of that monster.
For Kauladi, who studied ancient legends and traces of history in depth, it was the only hope.
A mystery intricately engraved on a silver disk.
Dozens of symbols expressed in five-colored bands were planted on the green space that was carved out neatly as if God were creating a garden, and it truly had the power to be called a relic of the sun.
Using that power as a catalyst, Kauladi succeeded in bringing the ancient Dragon Lord back as a catalyst.
It had seeped into the dragon’s body along with his dead body, and was still emitting its power.
[….Wanghyeol. You hid it.]
[I’m just keeping it for a while because I have a place to use it.]
….It’s a puzzling thing.
[Do you want compensation? As I have said before, do you hope that there will be a place for your species in this resurrected land? Are you acting like this because you are afraid that I will not keep my promise?]
It laughed again at the angry voice of the dragon. A sound like the muffled laughter of a child.
[That kind of thing… isn’t something someone like you can give in the first place? The person who gave me my head is too great to be a fool who places expectations on the promise of giving me something I don’t have.]
[What?]
[Take a good look at your body. Not as Kauladi the dragon, but Kauladi the shaman.]
At Falcatus’s words, Kauladi focused her consciousness on his unfamiliar body. I felt a body with unimaginable power and a presence that matched it. And even his soul, which cannot easily blend into it.
It’s not just that they can’t mix, it’s that the spirit and body are opposing each other.
[This…. What?]
Falcatus’s laughter broke over Kauladi, who had finally lost his composure, trying to somehow hold on to his consciousness that was drifting away from his body.
[Ah, Kauladi, who could have been great. Have you forgotten the legend? The king coveted the moon and threw it down, and the angry sun destroyed the dragon kingdom with its final days.]
Why is that?
[You still don’t know. Why did the power called the power of the sun appear as the power to manipulate sand rather than the light and heat of the sky? How did the ‘Sea Kingdom’ of dragons swimming in the blue waters of this land once called the sea come to be like this? Are you still really not sure? Still?]
Falcatus could not help but sigh in familiar frustration. Conversations with people with poor thinking skills made him easily tired. How can you tell someone everything except the correct answer from beginning to end and still not arrive at the answer? His father always went ahead of him by reaching the correct answer before he even opened his mouth and going beyond that with his own solution.
Falcatus saw his father confronting the staggering dragon through the gaze of the flying type Mute that had been placed in the sky of the battlefield.
Look at how different he is from this lowly imbecile. The little water droplets in the ear may be the message magic he likes to use. Judging by the shape of his mouth, he seemed to be talking about hatchlings and running away. He is probably instructing the shadow guarding the two hatchlings to take refuge.
As always, this time too, the answer is correct.
As my father noticed, this dragon’s body cannot be completed unless it completely devours all the royal blood, including the two surviving hatchlings. At their current level, they are close to a living disaster, but they cannot become great beings who roam the sky and control the world like they did in the past.
As an imperfect being, his soul, once shaken, will be separated from his completely new body due to a wrong spell from the beginning. Once the dragon’s pressure is gone, my father will join Nulak’s flagship, defeat my struggling brothers, and win this battle.
‘My father, who was unfamiliar with magic, arrived at it through just a moment of observation. The others… are all miserable, imbecile creatures.’
How can you not doubt it at least once? Even though he showed us using someone else’s body right before our eyes, does he always take Nigmi with him in the name of escort? Did you not know that repeated hints and whispers, even brainwashing such as witchcraft or magic, are not necessary to induce human behavior, and that tickling festering desires is enough?
No matter how much Nigmi had the ability to read others’ minds, I never thought he could be blinded so easily.
‘Perhaps his long-cherished wish, which has been lingering for several years, has blinded Kauladi.’
Impatience. The impatience of someone who became a tyrant with the heart of a saint.
He must have been so broken and easily deceived because he is a man who cannot count the number of people who have died and become idiots at his hands.
Falcatus spoke with sympathy to Kauladi, who was in shock.
[This desert you are treading on. This desert, which continues to boil even after hundreds of years, is the remains of the ‘sun.’ Kauladi.]
It will soon disappear without a trace. Even though he was an imbecile, he had the generosity to give him a little truth.
[The body of the dragon you have summoned is that of a dragon lord who received the wrath of a vanished god, and its axis is the power of the sun born from that wrath. Isn’t it natural for two seemingly opposite forces to repel each other?]
[Yes, this guy…you…deceived me…!]
[What’s new? Aren’t we facing each other with smiles because we both want something? There is no way you would want to allow our human-eating species into your paradise. The fact that I accepted it so easily probably meant that I had no intention of listening to it.]
[Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…]
[You have the strength to approach an impossible dream. I am an imperfect dragon body that will be separated from my soul and remain as a lump in my predestined failure. If you are created with a perfect dragon body, there is a risk that even if your soul is thrown away, the ego of the world will remain inside it. Such imperfections are the most suitable for our species to deal with. You made it well and satisfactorily. I really like it for a bit of extra income. Thank you, Kauladi.]
[Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu….Aaaah!]
Kauladi struggled in his fading consciousness. The dragon’s body could still be moved. The dragon’s clear vision was able to pierce the desert sand and clearly glare at the presence of Falcatus sunk below.
An insignificantly small creature that seems to be dying and bleeding fresh blood through cracked skin.
That’s when I use the dragon’s power to take that guy away while I can at least move this body.
Kauladi’s gaze caught the sight of a warrior flying towards him.
The appearance of a warrior clad in black armor all over his body, just like when it interrupted his consciousness.
[It’s such a shame, Kauladi. You’ve been attached to this body longer than I thought, so I was worried that the scary sand might be grabbing my leash.]
[No. The only way it could end like this is because I ran away and gave up everything just for this moment! It can’t end like this, it can’t end like this!!!!]
The warrior approaches. Leaving behind the fragments of the military ship that had been shattered by the force of the spur, the white flames burning on the black fuselage were heading towards him, overflowing with power that seemed to embody violence.
I read the warrior’s doubts in the dragon’s eyes. The warrior, who had seized the perfect, unexpected opportunity, was wondering why this had happened even as he was attacking with all his might.
A monster’s voice applauds as he watches it.
Kuung –
The warrior’s fist broke the dragon’s bone, and Kauladi’s spirit, which was struggling to hold on, finally let go of its grip on the body due to the impact.
[every. From then on, everything…]
[Thank you for your hard work, Kauladi. Your role is exactly from this point to this moment where you leave questions to your father.]
The dragon’s body is also nothing more than side income.
Falcatus left a final greeting to Kauladi’s disappearing soul and then transferred his consciousness to his original body.
widely.
The hand he was holding put down the smooth words.
“….Buddy, please listen to me. I have to get ready.” As if
he had been waiting for those words, Buddy
carefully picked up Falcatus and placed it into his body fluid.
The place they left.
Among the numerous pebbles lined up in a dizzying manner, Falcatus’ last words stood at the center of it all.
A finished picture. A plan. One goal.
Falcatus was smiling brightly as he left the horseboard behind.
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