Episode 113
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Synchronize with darkness.
Two dark artifacts, each known as the Shadow Cloak and the Hunger, are fusing into one artifact.
Dale’s shadow prosthetic hand pretends to be a gear mechanism that meshes the two artifacts together.
The two artifacts mesh together as if gears are intricately meshing, creating a synergy that is even greater.
Furthermore, the ability to fuse and control the dark artifacts was due to Dale’s strong will, but more than that, it was because there was one solid center that tied the gears together.
Four circles encircling Dale’s heart, and pitch-black tentacles deeply rooted in the heart and circles. Another source of blackness that Dale possesses as a wizard.
It’s the ‘Book of the Black Goat’.
Dale raised his head, meshing the strength he possessed into an optimal form.
Earlier, his old favorite sword, Peacemaker, was rushing in.
A knight’s sword that is swung using the aura within the body. It is also the strike of the genius swordsman, Mikhail Lancaster, who is said to be closest to the Seven Swords of the Continent.
A wizard who gave the knight his distance. No, from the beginning, the distance between the two was enough to guarantee defeat for an ordinary wizard.
Kaang!
Nevertheless, the sound of steel clashing echoed. There were gasps of breath everywhere.
At least here in the Saxon Viscounty, no one doubts Dale’s outrageous talent. But wasn’t his opponent the Empire’s greatest swordsman, Michael Lancaster!
To confront the knight who is said to be closest to the Seven Swords of the Continent, at this distance, with his sword.
“Come on… … .”
The blades of ‘Kia’ and Peacemaker clashed, and in the midst of the struggle, Dale opened his mouth calmly. Looking at the color of the aura surrounding Peacemaker’s blade.
It wasn’t the intangible auror Dale remembered from Fight Club back in the day.
“It’s full of color.”
It was the Aura Blade of Baekjeok.
The color of brutal nobility that symbolizes the Duke of Lancaster.
“Thanks to Prince Dale.”
In the midst of the struggle, Michael Lancaster smiled.
“That unforgettable defeat that day gave me an incomparable realization.”
“… … .”
The distance between them widened, and then narrowed again. The two swords clashed, and Dale’s shadow cloak became six swords that struck Michael Lancaster.
In the shadows of the scattered blades, the Shadow Lurker lurking in the shadows emitted thorny tentacles.
Choaack!
However, the white sword in Mikhail’s hand swung like a whirlwind as Dale’s attacks swung from all sides.
Although he was unable to fully utilize the Peacemaker’s abilities, Mikhail’s sword repelled all of Dale’s shadows, as if he had no need to rely on the sword’s special ability.
‘As expected, he’s strong.’
Not as a current generation powerhouse, but as a next-generation powerhouse who is growing up with Dale. The talent that Michael Lancaster is showing is beyond doubt.
But there was something else that surprised Dale even more.
When he faced Mikhail in the Fight Club, his specialty was something close to the ‘Assassin’s Sword’, using the intangible aura and the reach of the sword to aim for the deadly angle like a snake.
But now, the Mikhail Lancaster in front of Dale was different. It was not an invisible sword, but a knight sword shining with a red-white aura.
“You’re using a new method of swordsmanship.”
“It wasn’t easy.”
He discarded all the swordsmanship he had accumulated so far and built his own sword from the ground up again. It was truly excruciating pain, to say the least.
To exaggerate a bit, it’s not much different from Dale abandoning his Black-Blue magic and learning a new attribute.
“But it was worth it.”
Mikhail said, holding the red and white knight sword Peacemaker.
“So, please show it to me too.”
“What are you talking about?”
“That day, how much the ‘Black Prince’ who defeated me has grown. The achievements he has built up as the greatest genius in the empire.”
Dale remained silent at Mikhail’s words, which were almost provocative.
The magic sword ‘Kia’ in his hand is a sword that only consumes magic. To a knight who uses aura rather than magic, it is nothing more than an ordinary sword.
But now that the two black artifacts are interlocked, he cannot imagine what cards Dale can pull out.
Besides, it’s an opponent you can’t easily guarantee victory against without pulling out that level of cards.
‘We’re going to face this opponent anyway.’
And then it won’t be as easy to understand as it is now.
So, rather than hiding your cards clumsily and losing, it is better to give it your all when you can.
In the lake of darkness that engulfs the entire area, a new shadow creature has emerged.
It wasn’t a lurker.
《Shadow Knight》… …The knights of shadow. And in their hands was the magic sword ‘Malice of Hunger’.
By interlocking the two dark artifacts, the power and malice contained in the pitch-black magic sword was applied to the creation of the shadow cloak.
A replica of the Demon Sword.
By having each of the cloned magic swords held by the creatures of the shadow cloak, they were able to instantly bring out power that rivaled that of a Death Knight.
Besides, the Shadow Lurker hadn’t disappeared either. He was still aiming his thorny tentacles at Mikhail’s gap under the dark lake that Dale was spreading.
The marble floor of the Saxon Duke’s Castle is submerged in a lake of darkness, and shadow knights and lurkers rise from it.
There was a ‘Shadow Lord’ who commanded an innumerable army of darkness.
“I guess my provocation went too far.”
In front of the overwhelming force of the Black Prince, Mikhail answered with interest.
He leaves behind the rushing shadow creatures and thrusts his sword vertically down at the spot.
At first I thought it was a sign of surrender. It wasn’t.
The Peacemaker, imbued with a white aura, was clearing away the ‘Lake of Darkness’ centered around Mikhail’s feet.
At the same time, the light of peace contained in the Peacemaker began to sweep across the area.
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《Forcing Peace》 that renders all attacks useless.
A world without scars, where swinging swords cannot inflict wounds, and flames cannot burn flesh.
It is not a counterfeit like a projection of ideas, but an original with unquestionable power.
Dale’s shadow creatures, swinging out of sync, passed through Michael Lancaster’s body like a fleeting illusion.
“Mediator of peace.”
Mikhail opened his mouth indifferently, spreading the power of the Peacemaker. He adjusted the hilt of the sword in his hand.
“What is contained in this sword is literally the power to bring peace to this world.”
Dale laughed at Mikhail’s words, finding them ridiculous.
“Have you forgotten how much blood that peacemaker has shed in this world?”
“Peace requires sacrifice.”
Mikhail continued.
“The otherworldly warrior who once possessed this sword taught me that fact.”
A warrior from another world. In an instant, Dale’s blood froze.
“… … You speak as if the warrior from the other world is an idol.”
“I have admired him since I was a child. He is an unquestionable hero of the empire.”
Mikhail laughed without denying it.
“And as you can see, we live in a world of peace that he has won.”
“You said it was a world of peace that the warrior had obtained?”
“He who seeks peace, prepare for war. At least the warriors knew what that meant.”
“Michael said, leaving behind the light of peace that the Peacemaker was spreading. Dale bit his lip.
“I think you are overestimating the warriors of the other world.”
“No, the warrior from the other world was undoubtedly a patriot who wished for peace for the empire.”
Mikhail said.
“And it taught me that there can be no peace without sacrifice.”
With uprightness that leaves no room for doubt in one’s beliefs.
“Peace can only be achieved through war.”
“Since when has the word peace become synonymous with a sea of blood?”
“Is it wrong?”
Mikhail asked back. Dale was momentarily speechless at his confidence.
“Is there such a thing as peace in this world that can be achieved without shedding blood?”
Inadvertently, I remembered the elder of the Red Tower who had been pouring out malice towards Dale and Sepia while staying at the Academy of the Zodiac.
Walter of the Bloodthirsty, the Red Mage of the Sixth Circle. Dale could clearly remember the maddening convictions he cried out.
──Blood, blood, only blood!
──The wheels of this world turn only through the shedding of blood!
Peace can only be obtained through war. What is the difference between that man’s madness and this? I couldn’t even laugh.
But didn’t Dale himself say the same thing while mocking King Charles VII of the Kingdom of Britannia?
“Therefore, I have sworn to inherit the will of the warrior with this sword and achieve perfect peace.”
“Oh, is that so?”
The Imperial Hound. The Butcher. Mikhail must not be unaware of the way people once pointed fingers at the warriors of the other world. Nevertheless, there was not a single hint of hesitation on Mikhail’s face.
Only then could I finally understand. The Empire of Fire and Light. The red and white aura that was embedded in Mikhail Lancaster’s sword, Peacemaker, was the very ‘color of fire and light’.
This was the justice of the Empire, this was peace, this was the essence of the ‘cruel nobility’ that the Duke of Lancaster constantly cried out for.
The Apostle of Black, against the Lord of Shadows… …the Apostle of Fire and Light was there.
“Even if you are the world’s greatest ‘Black Prince’, it would be impossible to break the ideology of this sword.”
Michael Lancaster said, scattering the Peacemaker’s power as if showing off.
The Peacemaker’s thoughts. The power of peace. This is no ordinary sword. It is a portrait sword that exerts power close to magic, as if a high-ranking magician were overlaying thoughts on the world.
‘A power close to magic…?’
Just then, something crossed Dale’s mind.
‘It’s worth a try.’
And there was no reason to hesitate. Dale stormed into the peace scattered by the Peacemaker.
Within the Peacemaker’s barrier that rendered all attacks useless, the pitch-black magic sword ‘Kia’ held in his hand was swung.
Dale remembered the power that the magic sword ‘Kia’ had once shown. It was a ravenous sword that devoured magic.
The power of the portrait displayed by Peacemaker does not come from aura. In a sense, it can be said to be a power that is truly magical.
Clang!
That’s why the sound of glass breaking echoed.
“how……!”
“It is as Prince Mikhail said.”
Michael Lancaster’s expression turned horrified.
“Do you want peace?”
Dale answered, adjusting the hilt of his sword.
“Then we will have to go to war.”
