Chapter 841 Chapter
209. Temar’s Seventh Tomb – Keitam’s Painting (14)
Temar glared at Murakan with contempt.
“Am I going to destroy this month? The Padler’s Kingdom? Could it be that you used such nonsense as a justification for killing your colleagues and family knights?”
Murakan pulled out the barisada stuck in his chest. Temar tried to retrieve the blade that Murakan was holding onto, but the blade wouldn’t budge.
“Bullshit…yeah I hope it’s bullshit too. Please, I hoped so desperately that all of this would be nothing more than a beggarly dream.”
A thousand years ago, black tears flowed down Murakan’s cheeks.
Beyond the blurred vision, what Murakan was looking at was not the Temar in front of him. Murakan was facing the truth of the teenage knights he had no choice but to kill.
The reason Murakan exterminated Dranax and Kamalgar was because they were ultimately crushed by Ziple’s manipulation of history.
“Dranax versus… why are you doing this? What was the reason you slaughtered them…! Besides, not too long ago, they raided an allied family, Pyrrhus Ville Raigan, and ordered them to perish.”
Dranax’s eyes widened as if he didn’t understand why Murakan said that.
“What are you talking about? When did I say that?”
“what…?”
Outside Dranax’s camp, the blood of the civilians they killed ran rivers. Murakan had seen it just a few minutes ago and had hurriedly descended to the camp.
Even the massacres were not confined to campsites. Most of the towns and cities seen on the way were turned into ruins of death. It was all Dranax’s route.
“Damn… you don’t remember what you just did?”
“Oh let go! This bastard is already having a hard time beating up the Zipple guys, but why did he suddenly come and talk bullshit? Are you having a hard time these days? So are you out of your mind?”
“Please don’t do this, Dranax. You can’t do this… I mean, get your mind together. You’ve been coping well with the fabrication of history up until now, huh?”
“History manipulation is what history manipulation is. what is that?”
Normal conversation was impossible.
Dranax was completely consumed by Ziple’s manipulation of history. He and Kamalga continued to kill, completely unaware of what they were doing and unable to remember.
When killing people, members of Dranax and Kamal became monsters. His body turned purple and his features had been erased, and he insensitively tore people apart.
Even children became such monsters. Even children who could not hold a sword turned into monsters and roamed the city when the time for the massacre approached.
And once the transformation is over, you won’t remember anything. Even the fact that there is such a thing as ‘history fabrication’.
Rokia described the condition as ‘ghosting’.
“Those who became the specter of Murakan’s manipulation of history said that even the witch had no way. The condition will continue to get worse. The slaughter and massacre will also gradually increase in intensity, and if there is no target to kill around, they will eventually harm each other. If you can’t even do that, you’ll hurt yourself…”
Rokia caught those who were encroached on by the Wraith and had already finished some experiments.
“I even told the witch that I would find and offer any kind of sacrifice, but unless some god we don’t know is resurrected, it’s absolutely impossible to get rid of the Wraithization.”
“The others… goddamn… I don’t know about the others, but Temar is a human beyond destiny. Did he even say there was no way to come back?”
“As the head of the house is a spearhead, there may be variables that even a witch cannot predict. However, the family head has progressed not only to becoming a ghost but also to becoming a demon. Even if they all come back as before, the people they’ve already killed won’t come back to life. You have to admit, Murakan. We lost.”
“Shut up, Rokia.”
“Fadler became a vengeful demon due to the shock of the family lord destroying this month, and Dranax Violo Frey became a specter of history manipulation. Most of the remaining comrades are also in a dangerous state. Where is the hope? We must stop the war to save even the survivors.”
“Shut up!”
“Now that the householder has become a monster, you are the only one who can convince the butler and the remaining colleagues. Think carefully about what is right. While you are ignoring reality, the family lords and our comrades continue the massacre. I am destroying everything with my own hands, the land we are trying to protect, the people we are trying to protect.”
Murakan didn’t listen to Rokia any more.
I couldn’t hear it. Even if Rokia didn’t tell him, Murakan himself knew better than anyone else.
that there is no more hope.
Ten days later, Murakan visited Dranax again. For those 10 days, Dranax and Kamalga had blood on their hands that shouldn’t be spilled without rest.
Murakan felt an inescapable guilt for them and for those they killed.
[Sorry, Dranax. As for me… I can only do this…]
“Everyone suspected you of being a traitor, but I trusted you. Even when your younger brother and family members said they wouldn’t trust you anymore, you got mad and almost knocked them all down. But in the end, it hits the back of the head like this.”
Murakan thought it would be better if Dranax met his end while blaming him.
He said that it would certainly be better than dying remembering the massacres and horrors he had unknowingly committed.
More than anything, Murakan thought he deserved to be resentful and cursed. Even with such strong power, he couldn’t stop his comrades from becoming specters. Because dying is the only thing he can do.
[Dranax, don’t forgive me.]
“Even if I close my eyes or open them. I can’t forget the hateful eyes of those guys. Like you now, they must have really felt that I had betrayed them.”
Temar continued to raise his strength to retrieve the sword. The aura and spirit energy condensed on the blade exploded several times and pierced Murakan’s hand, but Murakan remained motionless.
Violo Runcandel.
When he came to avenge Dranax, Murakan was burying the dead at the hands of Violo.
Violo did not react even when he saw the dead bodies everywhere. It acted as if the corpses didn’t even exist.
“No, forget us. Anyway, even if we die, we can’t forget you. I don’t want to be remembered by you. Even if I become a specter, I will curse you again and again. The future that Solderlet wants will eventually come to a dark end, drenched in curses and blood.”
Murakan’s heart was breaking.
Even while Violo poured out the bitter words he wanted, Murakan silently dug the ground and buried the bodies for a while.
After taking Violo’s life.
I couldn’t bear to bury him there. Murakan flew to an island far away and buried Violo. The tombs of Dranax and Kamalga, which had been made before, had already been found and destroyed by Ziffle without leaving a trace.
Violo’s tomb also did so shortly after. Murakan did not have the strength left to protect the tomb where his comrades were buried.
Sak…!
Eventually, Barisada’s sword body escaped from Murakan’s grip. Temar widened the distance and prepared the spiritual sword again, while Murakan muttered to himself.
“Yeah, like you said… what I did is not justified. Whatever the reason, I couldn’t protect my colleagues. I abandoned those who believed in me and depended on me.”
The reason why people no longer live near the Murakan Mountains.
It was because those who became the specters of history manipulation of Temar and the Teenage Knights were committing a massacre.
Refugees were pouring in not only near the Murakan Mountains, but also throughout the Hufester Union.
And Frey was guiding them every day. It was to the point where I couldn’t close my eyes for a moment because I was commanding the battlefield so that the refugees would not get hurt in the attacks of the jiples that continued from everywhere.
when it’s night
The refugees who believed in Frey and followed her died at the hands of her who turned into a specter. When the Wraithization was lifted, Frey thought that all the corpses scattered around had been killed by Murakan.
Like Dranax and Violo, she was driven by a sense of duty to somehow save more innocent people than by resentment against Murakan.
That’s why when Murakan came looking for him, he fought and somehow escaped. To save even one more person from Murakan. In fact, without knowing that he was the subject of the massacre.
Murakan was able to kill the fleeing Frey as much as he could.
Each time, Murakan couldn’t follow her all the way. I couldn’t bear to chase and trample on that desperate heart to save the person in her eyes. Even though he knew that if he let go of her, more people would eventually die, his already broken heart was lost.
“All I’m going through right now… is… you… Zipple’s manipulation… Say yes…”
[That’s Frey. All of this is manipulation. I’m crazy about Zipple’s manipulation of history and you’ve saved so many people from me. So now… take a break.]
“If I had known this, I wouldn’t have liked you… If I had known I would hate you like this.”
The black smoke escaping from Murakan was once again cut by Temar’s spiritual sword.
The Murakan of a thousand years ago no longer felt pain.
It was because there was no more heart left to suffer. The already ravaged mind was thinking of only one duty.
It was a sense of duty to give Temar and his colleagues rest. Only the sense of duty to stop their slaughter and protect the rest was what made Murakan move.
was making a fight.
“You are the last, Temar. I hope you will be the last. And I have already visited you over ten times. Believing that you will be able to cut through this terrible fate once more. I’ve really done enough Still, I just can’t help it. Today, I will definitely kill you and end the war. We will be completely erased from history.”
Murakan transformed into his true form and spread two pairs of wings. All the black smoke absorbed by the Spirit Sword quickly disappeared into the darkness of Spirituality.
