Episode 111
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A pitch-black castle standing alone in the dark, white winter night.
The lonely lord of that castle was there.
The gloomy Flamboyant Gothic cathedral.
It was a castle filled with a gloomy grandeur, like a medieval Gothic cathedral.
And there, a black-gold throne appeared, towering high enough to overlook the entire area.
The ‘Black Prince’ was right there.
Not on the land filled with cold and darkness, but as the lord of the castle.
The citadel of solitude.
A new world of thought overlaid as the ‘Ruler of the Demon King’s Territory’.
The rampaging dark artifact and the warlock it was hosting were also there.
And to keep that intruder out, Dale’s world began to shift.
A fortress of solitude built on a blank land, in other words, this was the ‘Empire of Dale’.
“Arise, my knights.”
At the monarch’s command, the immortal knights, who never rest or stop, rose up.
《The Order of the Dead Knights》.
At the same time, the pitch-black sword in the black magician’s hand was swung, and black flower petals scattered again.
But the scattered black petals did not add anything to Dale’s world.
The cold and darkness that stretched endlessly outside the castle began to swirl into the interior of the Great Hall.
The surrounding temperature dropped rapidly, and a white frost covered the entire indoor area.
This was the world of the ‘Black Prince’, an empire, a fortress.
The world that fourteen-year-old Dale had built was one that no runaway dark artifact could touch.
Dale’s ‘shadow cloak’ disguised as a black surcoat began to flutter madly.
The dark artifact has gone berserk, and there is a puppet under its control who has become its host.
So there was only one decision Dale could make.
Choaack!
Death Knights, projecting the warrior’s inaction through the “Automation Formula”, rushed in from all directions.
The arm of the warlock holding the sword was cut off from the shoulder.
The pitch-black magic sword, which had lost its host, was thrust vertically toward the marble floor of the Great Hall.
“Ah, ahhh… … !”
The warlock who lost his arm finally regains consciousness while screaming.
And before he could even look around in his agony, Dale opened his mouth.
“This is not your place.”
Dale spoke, and the warlock’s presence was thrown ‘outside the thought world’.
Forced expulsion.
It will be the job of those outside to heal the wounds on his severed arm and restore his body.
Just turn your head away.
A pitch-black sword that has lost its host and is stuck vertically on the floor.
Dale took a step towards the sword.
Without even a moment of hesitation, Dale grabbed the hilt of the sword he was holding.
“Keeeeeek!”
The shadow cloak flapped wildly and screamed.
Suddenly, a headache so severe that I lost consciousness hit my head.
Just as when he first donned the cloak of shadows… …no, even more so, the malice embedded in the sword began to rampage, seeking to engulf Dale as its host.
‘This is definitely not ordinary.’
Yet there was not a shred of agitation on Dale’s face.
“Do you want to subdue me?”
Dale opened his mouth.
As if you were talking to someone you could have a conversation with.
The artifact’s hilt began to shake madly once again.
“I’ll give you a chance, so try to make me submit.”
Dale said amid the trembling of the sword hilt.
He thrust the hilt of the sword he was holding down onto the black and white marble mosaic tiles.
At the same time, he fluttered his shadow cloak and created a lake of darkness that seemed to flood the area.
and.
From within that dark lake, an arm rose.
A ‘human figure’ made of shadows rose up, grasping the hilt of the magical sword that Dale had thrust down.
Shadow creatures, shadow walkers.
─ Height, keyhihihi.
The shadow creature grabbed the hilt of the demon sword, and an energy that was incomparable to that from before surged forth.
The ‘Shadow Knight’ was in front of Dale.
Instead of being a creature that obeys Dale, he is reborn as ‘another host’ that moves according to the evil will of the demon sword.
For that demon sword, it was the best host, incomparable to the body of a single wizard.
For an artifact filled with malice, it provides the best possible state to unleash its full power.
A truly reckless act.
But Dale didn’t care.
‘There’s nothing better than this to understand the power of an artifact.’
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Rather, what filled Dale’s heart was the sense of triumph that he could stand up to the strong.
A sword forged in the darkness of the demon tribe.
The term ‘Majok’ does not refer to a specific race, but is a general term for monsters with a certain level of intelligence, such as orcs.
Among these, what distinguishes the common demons from the ‘high-ranking demons’ is whether or not they can use magic.
Just as the people of this world build their magical systems using fire, water, light, etc. as the foundation of their ideas… … .
Even high-ranking demons have their own system for using magic.
Taking ‘shadow’ as the basis of thought.
The reason people fear and look down on the wizards of the Black Tower is because they have accepted and inherited the ideas of the high-ranking demons.
Shadow, darkness, absence of light.
Strictly speaking, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was the ‘Demon’s Thought’ that created the current Black Tower and the House of Saxony.
It was in this context that all of the Demon King’s artifacts were based on the ‘power of shadows’.
Assuming that the Demons are able to build a magic tower in the empire, the magic tower they build will probably be a ‘shadow magic tower’.
Just as the wizards of the Magic Tower are called by their colors: Pyromancer, Wizard, Necromancer, Cleric, and Druid.
Dale clearly remembered the notoriety of the high-ranking demons known as ‘ShadowCasters’.
And one of the artifacts that the ‘shadow magicians’ had empowered was Dale’s favorite, the ‘Shadow Cloak’.
Furthermore, the pitch-black magic sword in front of me is no exception.
‘He who will bring down the Empire of Fire and Light, and bring about the Empire of Shadow.’
‘The Apostle of Black, and the Lord of Shadows.’
I inadvertently remembered what the saint of the ‘Shadow Church’ had said to Dale.
‘… …Why is everything around me so black and dark?’
That was the extent of my lost thoughts.
The ‘Shadow Knight’ controlled by the pitch-black magic sword rushed forward, and Dale also drew his sword and fought back.
Kaang!
The warrior’s sword clashed with the pitch-black magic sword, projecting the Peacemaker’s thoughts along the blade.
The “Force of Peace” that rendered all attacks useless exerted its influence by distorting the laws of the universe.
But just like the monsters in the depths of the labyrinth, the power contained within the pitch-black magic sword did not surrender easily.
Clang!
A sound like breaking glass rang out, and the magic sword in the shadow knight’s hand slid forward.
‘Well, that’s what a fake is, I guess.’
The distance between them narrowed, and Dale quickly distanced himself, swearing.
At the same time, the shadow cloak fluttered and a hail of dark bullets poured down the black gun barrel.
But that blow never reached the Shadow Knight.
The pouring dark bullets were being sucked into the demon sword.
Just as a black hole pulls in all the light around it, the gravity of the magic sword swallows up Dale’s ‘Shadow Bullet’.
Immediately afterwards, the Shadow Knight swung his pitch-black magic sword in the air.
Dozens of ‘Shadow Bullets’ that had been swallowed by the black hole were fired back at Dale.
Taang!
Several bullets tore through Dale’s body, narrowly avoiding fatal wounds, and his flesh crumbled.
Ghostly.
Dale’s body, which had lost its substance and collapsed, quickly grew distance as it became a dark fluid.
The dark blue magic swirling along the ground once again turned into magic and struck down towards the Shadow Knight’s ‘magic sword’.
But that magic was no exception.
‘It’s absorbing all my magic.’
Just like a black hole.
That wasn’t just a shadow.
A devilish sword of greed that devours all thoughts.
‘Hunger… … .’
The Shadow Knight kicked the ground to close the gap.
The pitch-black magic sword ‘Kia’ in his hand was swung.
Kaang!
But there was another black sword blocking the rush.
No, it wasn’t just one black sword.
A dozen black swords, and the death knights holding them.
After silence, they moved to protect their lord.
The Death Knights, each imbued with the warrior’s martial arts, surrounded the ‘Shadow Knight’ and rushed forward.
‘It seems like it can’t even absorb the Aura Blade.’
Although the Death Knights that exist in Dale’s world are not real, they are merely ‘the embodiment of imagination’.
However, when a high-ranking magician unfolds the world of thought and uses it as a ‘weapon form’ to thoroughly eliminate enemies.
Depending on their abilities, wizards can exercise god-like powers in that world.
It is no exaggeration to call the fight between high-ranking magicians a ‘clash between worlds’.
In the midst of the freezing cold and darkness of the frozen ground, the fortress of solitude built on the empty land was the very ‘symbol of power’.
Dale’s Empire.
A single knight cannot win against a nation.
Even if what he was holding in his hand was a ‘sword that devours magic’, nothing would change.
You can eat magic, but you can’t eat the world.
In the world of Dale, immortal knights are endlessly deployed to protect their lord.
The Death Knight’s army, the countless Black Swords of Saxony, were rushing towards the pitch-black magic sword.
This was the Empire of Dale, and all that stood against it was ‘a single knight’.
The pitch-black aura blade slammed down on the shadow knight, and Saxon’s black sword tore the shadow’s body apart.
Without shedding any blood, without even breaking any bones.
The pitch-black magic sword in his hand was once again thrust down onto the marble mosaic tiles of the Great Hall.
Dale took a step forward and grabbed the hilt of the magic sword ‘Kia’.
I couldn’t even feel the slightest movement.
It feels like a petty malice, like being pricked by a needle, as if you were a scared child cowering.
Surrender without question.
‘A sword that absorbs magic.’
It was clear that it was definitely worth getting my hands on, even if I didn’t know how much I could swallow.
After releasing the world of thoughts, the scenery of the labyrinth city returned to the surroundings.
“Now, His Majesty the Count of Saxony, please take the artifact… … .”
At the sight of Dale holding ‘Kia’, there were gasps from all over.
however.
“The artifact’s rampage has been stopped.”
He twists the hilt around, holds it in reverse, and slams the sword into the floor.
“As expected, you are the Viscount of Saxony… … !”
“An artifact that even a 5th or 5th circle warlock can’t handle!”
Son of the Black Duke, heir to the House of Saxony, who could dare doubt his name?
Dale turns his head.
An innumerable number of people had gathered in response to the sudden commotion, and among them, I happened to see someone I couldn’t pass up.
“Sir Drake, the monster catcher.”
With his hand on the hilt of the Demon Sword ‘Kia’, Dale called his name.
“… … Did you call, Your Highness the Count of Saxony?”
‘Monster Catcher Drake’ bowed his head politely, and Dale continued speaking with a smile.
“How much will you sell this sword for?”
