Episode 123
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If he were to face the Holy Sword Count Brandenburg fairly, he would be a formidable opponent that even Dale, as he is now, could never guarantee victory. However, not all battles in this world were fought ‘fairly’.
In keeping with the oath of Geass, the Holy Swordsman plunged his blade into his heart, but the man did not die.
The world’s most noble sword sacrificed itself to protect the world’s ugliest being.
A sword imbued with the protection of the Goddess Sistine. A relic of the first White Tower Lord who brought the Holy Swordsman to where he is today.
The holy sword shattered, and at the same time, he suffered a fatal wound that made it impossible for him to continue fighting. Even if he had blocked the instant death blow that stabbed his heart, he could not be free from the shock.
“I will never, ever forgive you… … !”
Despite his injuries that made it impossible for him to continue fighting, the King of Pigs kicked the ground.
There was no hilt in his hand. He had become a beast itself, and he could no longer even be called a ‘sacred swordsman’ as he ran.
The distance was quickly closed, using the boar’s vicious fangs as a weapon.
At the same time, Dale swung the pitch-black magic sword ‘Kia’, and the shadow cloak that was in sync with him fluttered and spewed out pitch-black blades.
A baptism of blades formed along the shadows of the cloak’s hem, shooting out like bullets.
The pitch-black blades covering the darkness of the demon sword ‘Kia’ slammed down like a bomb. The boar screamed.
“Kueeeeeeek!”
It wasn’t a human scream. It was literally the sound of a pig being slit.
‘It probably won’t be a situation where we can continue fighting normally.’
When I give my all as a Holy Swordsman, it is 30%… … No, it would not be an exaggeration to say it is less than that.
But the King of Pigs, who had lost all sense of reason in his anger, paid no attention.
He didn’t care about the pitch-black blades that tore through his flesh and continued to plunge down, and he continued to charge like a beast. The distance narrowed. His horn-like fangs sank down to strike Dale, and that was it.
“It is now.”
Dale whispered softly. At the same time, the sword that protected him emerged from the shadows.
Lady Shadow.
Her sword, which had once been defeated miserably and lost her kingdom before the ‘King of Pigs’, was swung against the galloping ‘King of Pigs’.
You will never find an avatar with such brilliant gold and angel wings as that one.
There was only a pitch-black Valkyrie. A maiden of war, said to have a beauty and cruel heart beyond comparison. A black-red Valkyrie with blood-red patches between her black armor.
The blood-red Aura Blade, which was reborn through the teachings of Salgeom, was no exception.
The assassin’s sword, a mixture of black and blood, swung towards the running boar’s fangs.
“Kueeeeeeek!”
Once again the world’s ugliest scream rang out.
Leaving behind the sound of pigs being slit, Lady Shadow and Dale kicked the ground as if they were passing each other.
Suddenly, it wasn’t a fight. It was just an act of hunting a wild boar that was going crazy.
The pitch-black Valkyrie aimed her blood sword at the blind spot of the raging boar, not forgetting the humiliation and shame the King of Pigs had once given her.
Choaaaak!
The boar’s hide armor tore limply, and the blood blade plunged deep. Just then, Aurelia swung her sword to cut off his head.
“Please leave it at that.”
Dale reached out and stopped Aurelia. Her sword stopped moving, and the boar was about to turn and slam its fangs back into her, as if it could not be subdued.
“Black Barrel, Gatling-style.”
Countless shadow bullets rained down along the black barrel. They were aimed at the 《Pig King》 who was struggling desperately like an animal.
Kuung!
His massive, massive body fell to his knees, but even that was not enough to kill him.
Before he knew it, the avatar had been released, and the Count of Brandenburg was there, covered in wounds.
The ‘former swordsman’ is kneeling weakly, his armor shattered into pieces behind him.
“Ah, ahh… … .”
In despair, as if he had lost everything in the world, he groans helplessly.
After a groan, his arm moved. With incredible speed. He grabbed a sharp piece of rubble lying on the floor and slammed it down.
Not at the enemy’s throat, but at your own throat.
And before that, the shadow at the feet rose up like a skewer.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
“Did you think you could die that easily?”
Dale continued, tearing and fixing the palm of his hand as he moved to commit suicide.
“That can’t be.”
“Yes, you… … !”
“In accordance with imperial tradition, the Count of Brandenburg will survive unharmed.”
Dale sneered in a very polite tone, as if he couldn’t just kill me like that.
“I will be treated with the respect appropriate to being a ‘prisoner of the Duke of Lancaster’.”
Killing is not necessarily the answer. Even if it is the target of revenge that you hate, it is no different.
At the same time, screams were echoing.
It was the screams of the ‘Knights of St. Magdalene’ that echoed from afar.
“Are you curious about what’s happening to them right now?”
Dale sneered coldly at the irresistible Holy Inquisitor.
“Not a single Knight of St. Magdalene here will get out alive.”
“… … !”
“And the Holy Swordsman… … No, he’s not a Holy Swordsman anymore, really.”
After saying that, Dale taunted calmly. The Count of Brandenburg’s face distorted again.
“A general who has repeatedly defeated the precious Knights of St. Magdalene with his son and been miserably captured. This is truly a case of a father-son relationship.”
The Count of Brandenburg flinched at the heart-wrenching taunt, but before he knew it, he was being held captive by Lady Shadow and other high-ranking assassins of the Shadow Court.
“Cut off all the tendons.”
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Dale opened his mouth coldly, without any hesitation.
Choaaaak!
The swords were all swung down. The gears that allowed people to function as people were being torn apart one by one.
The springs that connected the body to the ankles, wrists, fingers, and shoulders were all removed.
The empire’s proud war hero, the Holy Swordsman, was no more. All that remained were cripples, struggling miserably.
Dale’s expression as he looked at him was devoid of even a hint of emotion.
He simply thought about the fate of the Counts of Brandenburg, who would lose the knights they were so proud of, lose the Holy Sword, and walk the path to ruin.
As Father Black-Eye said, it is easier than you think to prepare for death. You can escape from all the pain that is weighing you down and become free.
And as long as we live, suffering never ends easily.
That day, I remembered the pain of the holy sword stabbing me in the chest from behind.
I couldn’t wait to tell him the truth right away and see his expression as he cried out in misery.
But it was not yet time. He lost everything in this world, fell into the abyss, and figured out the path of ruin that he and his family would walk.
The hell that the Count of Brandenburg was about to endure was only just beginning.
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At that time, the man appeared in front of the isolated Knights of St. Magdalene in the city.
An unknown murderous aura descended upon them, and several knights with good intuition turned their heads away.
Choaack!
Just as he thought he had turned his head, his neck was cut off.
The neck was cut and blood spurted out, and the spurting blood finally revealed the form of the murderous intent. It was a wire, a steel wire with an absurd amount of cutting power.
Just as I realized the truth, the blood-soaked wire began to swirl again.
The threads of death swept indiscriminately toward the cavalry that were isolated and holding their ranks.
“Swords, everyone, draw your swords!”
The powerful Auror Masters who understood the meaning prepared for battle, and the knights under their command were no exception.
Death’s threads swirling like spiderwebs everywhere.
It was a web created by high-ranking assassins from the ‘Shadow Court’ who were hiding all over the city. Each assassin became a point in the web, connecting each other, and as the web moved, it slaughtered the invincible defense posture.
Bloody threads flew everywhere, and each time their necks and limbs were torn off.
An incredibly sophisticated, coordinated attack by high-ranking assassins. Assuming all the circumstances are aligned properly, it is a move that can unleash the strongest killing power.
At the same time, there was a man blocking the path of the Knights of St. Magdalene.
“Hey, damn it. Can killing all the witnesses in broad daylight be considered assassination?”
Salgeom laughed, spinning the hilt of the sword he was holding in his hand.
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“… … .”
When the noble swordsman Sepilia arrived in the small town of Poltenham with her ‘Knights of the Iron Cross’ to aid the cavalry of the Holy Sword.
The situation had already ended.
Parts of the city were in shambles, forming natural barricades, and within them was a literal slaughterhouse.
“… … This is the formation of the shadow assassins.”
“Are you talking about the assassins of the Shadow Court?”
“okay.”
As soon as she saw that sight, Sepilia the Demon Sword muttered softly. That was the correct answer.
The law enforcers of Guild City, and at the same time the successor to the ‘Shadow Church’ who have escaped the White Tower and melted into the darkness of the city.
“Why are they helping the Lancasters in a place like this?”
Although it was a one-sided massacre, the Knights of St. Magdalene were not the kind of people who would suffer so one-sidedly. At least, they would be like that in a ‘fair’ fight.
However, this city was not their home ground, and it was a surprise attack where they had not expected the presence of their opponents, and in some ways, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was the worst surprise imaginable.
Nevertheless, there was one question that remained unresolved.
Even if they had fallen into their trap, wasn’t it the Holy Sword, one of the Seven Swords of the Continent, who was leading them?
The fact that the holy sword wasn’t even visible. It was something she could guess as she didn’t know about Dale’s Geass.
Another out-of-the-box strongman fighting an out-of-the-box strongman.
“Surely not the murderer… … .”
After muttering to that point, the demon sword Sepilia did not hesitate.
“I will return to the Marquis immediately and report the situation.”
It is unclear why they are moving here for the Lancaster family, but it is not without some vague idea.
“no way…….”
That day, I thought of the ‘Black Prince’ of the House of Saxony that I had witnessed at the Duke of Lancaster’s Castle.
There was no certainty. I just knew. What the Duke of Saxony had sent was not a few hundred Night Raven knights or a few high-ranking warlocks.
The Shadow Court, known as the continent’s greatest assassin organization, is working with the ‘Black Prince’.
