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-distance magic, you could see how their desperate battle was going, and you would have known that even after they retreated, there would be enough time to cut off the bridge.
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 a bomb 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 their families and 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? 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, which soon turn into hundreds of thousands of robbers and rioters.
From the moment the territory’s defenses are breached, they are not survivors, but are transformed into another disaster that has survived.
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 resorted 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 to win, from a military standpoint, 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. As you said, it was a rational choice. As a commander and as a human being.』
What she couldn’t bear was that she could feel Roharam’s arrangement in every single thing.
The electric horse that remained for her. Just one.
Twenty Paladins, enough to break through the weak undead at the front, whose battle line is not yet complete.
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 the light.』
With each word the witch spoke, 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. They found the saint and the refugees ran 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 struggling, the saint was captured by the undead lord and was corrupted by that powerful force.』
click.
As if pressing a shutter, the screen changed.
Finally, in that shape. Where she had first entered her witch’s domain, with her saintly maiden alone upon a hill of her putrid corpse, and her undead lord 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 silence, just like its name, quietly looked down at the saintess who had lost her light and sat down, and only passed by.
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 through the river, it seeped into the river that blocked them, turning it 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. Because a perfect being cannot project its power into an imperfect world, it is a contradiction that cuts and inserts its own existence.』
Embracing their imperfection and contradictions, they chose to be downgraded from a perfect divine being to an imperfect being, and so the five great good gods shared with their believers the divine power that was no different from a part of their being so that they could intervene in human lives. It is now possible to give.
Light illuminates all people, but always leaves a shadow behind those on whom it shines.
Indomitable courage took away from them the ‘courage to let go’ of those who choose life, 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. However, I just made a choice like them. The contradiction hidden behind blindness, the choice to face it.』
The saint just made a choice at that moment. Ignoring the guidance of light. As the undead lord took his interest, she mounted her ghostly steed, and though all his servants made her way before her, she rode her steed to his side.
Because she chose her, she embraced in her arms all the souls abandoned by God, all the souls who were tainted by death and would not become stars and would be left behind on earth, along with the twenty rotted corpses and all the souls of sorrow.
With that twisted love, they swore to return everything that had been taken from them and correct this contradictory world of gods.
『All of that was my choice.』
The witch said this as she hugged all the heads that had fallen in the fantasy of the corpse hill into her arms.
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After that, she became a member of the undead army. She acted faithfully as the monarch’s right hand woman.
Because it was originally like a medium between humans and God, 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 wasn’t an act of sending them away, it was just an act of accepting them into her arms.
『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, dreary planet filled with piles of corpses! A star that can embrace everyone!!』
Passssseu-
『For that. For them, I… will do anything.』
Every time her touch passed, the decayed corpses of the fantasy seeped into her body.
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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 left on earth that were not chosen… all fall into the arms of the witch.’
And the twisted piece of the god, after decades of effort, succeeded in making a part of the power of the emperor who had prospered the empire, a god without an owner, and only that power remained.
For only one goal. To become a star for everyone, 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.
『When I heard that a saint who had finally reached God’s will appeared, I really wanted to talk to you.』
Sabak.
A bare foot covered in poison and pus took a step closer.
『What is ‘he’ saying?』
Clap.
The saintess’s appearance shed like skin, and the princess’s face opened her mouth.
『Speaking of me, did you finally say that I was offending in his eyes, so send you to punish me?』
Patter, patter!
The princess’s appearance also shriveled, and new flesh grew inside of her endlessly, repeatedly decaying and increasing in size.
The witch’s true face is finally revealed. Its inner essence.
『Still, I am not satisfied with His eyes, so He sent you, who has no shred of divine power under the false name of a saint, to convey His contempt to me…?』
The mother of the abandoned, who embraces the cursed, corrupted souls.
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.
[Shell, that’s it. If you go any further here, you too will go crazy.]
‘….okay. ‘I’ve heard enough.’
While 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 God without any divine power or special power… 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 twisted embrace of affection approached the professor, who was unable to react. A hug that is both beautiful and erotic, and at the same time kind and gentle like a mother’s embrace, tinged with a curse and turning them into one being.
Dalssak.
It was at that time that I felt something on the tip of my hardening tongue, an unbearably dense taste that felt like it 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 out and with its soul imprisoned, bit into it, felt its pulsating elasticity, and its teeth dug in until it was crushed, finally revealing its inner flesh.
Wow-
Vision returns. The boundary between reality and fantasy becomes clearer, and my left hand, which has grown before I know it, is tearing off the rotting corpses wrapped around my body, repeating growth and contraction.
Crunch, 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 was no future even if I faced the final boss with my tattered body anyway, so I saved, saved, saved even until I was about to die! 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. Mute’s body, a body that regenerates when it drinks blood. That strange body completely regained its strength by ingesting the most outstanding 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 has gone! Hold on tight!]
“Whoa, whoa, that much, I know!!!!”
Heat rising to the tip of my head. If you leave it like this, you’ll go crazy like you did during the time of the Margrave’s territory.
‘If excessive recovery is the problem… just use it up!’
Tap, tap, wood tap!
According to the professor’s will, the regenerative power that was overflowing throughout the body converges into one point, the right arm, and the arm begins to split due to the uncontrollable force.
Boom, boom!
His white flame, of unknown origin, burst out through the crack.
『Divinity… is not. Auras, magical power, infinitely mixed…』
“In the first place, haha, that guy’s voice was heard once, haha! “I’ve never heard of it!”
Crunch, crunch, crunch….!
Moving enormous power as efficiently as possible.
According to the method of handling his own strength and the knowledge of martial arts engraved in his head, his body lowered itself, lower enough to touch the floor.
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, and even further back.
“So, if you want to ask something about his gaze or something that bothers you… go and ask him directly.”
-Suddenly.
And then, to the critical point.
As if he was throwing his body or throwing a javelin, his arm broke the critical point and was sucked into the witch’s realm surrounded by fog and curses.
Since he had no faith and no ability to understand the pain of a witch who had endured over 100 years, this was the only way for him.
To forcibly end the witch’s never-ending despair before she devours the entire world and destroys herself.
The fog dispersed, the curse blurred, and a small, millet-sized light leaked into the Tower of Curse Fire.
“…Latura, saintess. I am sorry. This is the only way I have.”
[Ah ah ah ah ah….]
It took a few seconds for a faint moan to flow from the witch’s body that 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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