Episode 147
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“There is intelligence that the demons scattered throughout the Demon King’s Territory are uniting in unison.”
Before the main force of the Great Demon Alliance made its move, a scout unit called the ‘Winter Watchers’, which was monitoring the enemy’s movements, reported.
“It means that there is someone who has detected the movement of a large force on our side and is giving them ‘orders’.”
Only through that movement could I be certain of the existence of the remnants of the Demon King’s army and high-ranking demons remaining in this area of Demon King’s Territory.
The Demon King Balor and his followers left the Demon World early and began their journey in search of a place to live. Although most of them were defeated by the ‘Warrior of the Other World’ and the Empire, not all of them were completely lost.
“… … Does this mean that a high-ranking demon is commanding the remnants of the demon tribe in the Demon King’s Territory?”
“Because they are the only ones who can unite the demons and give orders in unison.”
A senior knight on Lancaster’s side asked back, and Dale nodded.
“Huh, you ignorant demons who do not know the mercy of the Goddess.”
Hearing that story, the Master Templar opened his mouth.
“Since the Goddess is with us, we must immediately destroy their fortress and let the land of the apostates realize the light of the Goddess.”
Remembering the ‘pillar of light’ he once sent down upon the hordes of ghouls of this land.
“Nothing will change. We will move our forces like this, root out the demons, and put up a curtain.”
At the Master Templar’s words, Vorenus, a white wizard of the 7th Circle, nodded.
“The war is about to start.”
“This is the war the goddess desires.”
In the barracks where the Imperial Army and the Demon Alliance each had dark intentions… … At least, what the Master Templar harbored in his heart was not dark intentions.
Because it was a white madness that was noble and pure, incomparable to anything else.
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The ‘Crusades’ of the Great Demon Alliance were gradually advancing into the darkness of the Demon King’s territory.
And as they advanced into the frozen soil of the Demon King’s Territory, an unknown sense of foreboding settled in Dale’s mind.
To put it bluntly, it was strategically reckless.
What should have been a slow and steady effort was suddenly changed to a policy of ‘gathering the main force and breaking through’, and moving into the dark land that was not even properly understood. Even though it was a large force comprised of the Empire’s strongest men, no… … on the contrary, it was all the more nerve-wracking.
At that very moment, the image of Modred, who regarded the Holy Sword as close as his ‘real father’, came to mind.
‘……uh?’
At that moment, Dale took a deep breath.
I thought Modred’s reckless and daring appearance was very familiar.
Only then did I finally get a hint.
The reckless behavior and reckless strategic decisions of the 7th Prince of the Empire, Modred.
From one to ten, he resembled Philip, the son of the Holy Sword, the unquestionable genius of defeat.
Just like the incomparable Bungeoppang brothers.
I had a feeling it wouldn’t be true.
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In step with the movements of the Great Demon Alliance, the demons scattered throughout the Demon King’s Territory were uniting.
As if they had been an organization operating under one command system from the beginning.
The hordes of demons began to gather one after another, and their numbers began to grow exponentially. They began to launch guerrilla operations against the main force of the Great Demon Alliance.
Strictly speaking, this was enemy territory, meaning that Dale and his unit were virtually isolated with no way out.
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“Form up! Don’t break formation!”
“Raise your shields! Tie their feet until the wizards unleash their barrage!”
As they got closer to their destination, the resistance of the demons opposing them became more intense. Just to tie up the enemies’ feet and maintain complete isolation.
They were extremely persistent guerrillas.
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“Let’s defeat the troops.”
At that time, the Imperial Army’s camp was built on the frozen ground of the Demon King’s Territory.
There, where the leaders of the Great Demon Alliance were gathered, Dale opened his mouth.
“Things are worse than I thought.”
“You came all the way here and you’re telling me to retreat?!”
There were gasps of breath everywhere. Following Prince Modred’s suggestion, the main force of the Imperial Army was quickly gathering and advancing into the deepest part of the Demon King’s territory. It would be a truly pointless decision to turn back the troops at this point.
Nevertheless, the meaning of ‘Black Prince’ did not change.
The forces here were potential enemies in a sense. I thought that even if we were defeated, we had nothing to lose.
But if the defeat was a literal ‘annihilation’, then the story would be different. Political responsibility aside, even Dale himself would not be an exception to the category of annihilation.
If you were to be isolated and defeated in the deepest part of the Demon King’s Territory, this would be a situation where even Dale would not be able to save his life. Even if a group of extraordinary strong men had gathered, it would not make a difference.
Because he knew better than anyone else the tenacity and viciousness of the high-ranking demons and shadow magicians.
“Yes. Since we haven’t seen any casualties yet, we should withdraw the entire unit immediately.”
“You finally reveal your evil intentions, Saxon apostate!”
Only then did the Master Templar raise his voice.
“Despite His Majesty the Emperor’s order to develop the Demon Territory, I now understand why this cursed land still remains the land of the Demon Tribe!”
“If we advance our troops any further, we will suffer irreparable damage.”
Dale answered blandly.
“No one will be able to return alive.”
“You… … !”
Sling.
It was at that very moment. The Master Templar’s sword was suddenly drawn and pointed at Dale’s nape. Even so, Dale’s expression was completely unmoving.
“We who carry out the work of the Goddess will never turn our backs.”
“Oh, is that so? At least my subordinates will have to turn their backs.”
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“What did you say now, this is a baby.”
At the same time, Prince Modred also opened his mouth coldly.
“As the representative of Saxony and leader of the Great Demon Alliance, I have decided that I can no longer continue fighting.”
“As the prince of the empire, do you dare to disobey the orders of this body?”
‘I understand the feelings of the knights under Philip.’
Dale answered as if it were someone else’s business.
“Yes.”
“Ha, this damned bastard dares to disobey the imperial command… …!”
But Dale didn’t back down either. It was inevitable to make sacrifices for a purpose. But that didn’t mean he would risk his own life.
“That is correct.”
Hearing Dale’s words, the Master Templar immediately adjusted his grip on the sword.
“The eldest son of the Saxon family and the ‘Black Prince’ colluded with the Demon Tribe and attempted to destroy the Great Demon Tribe Alliance from within, while also attempting to commit treason against the prince’s orders.”
“There is no such thing as ridiculous nonsense.”
Dale sneered coldly, and the air in the barracks where the leadership was gathered became tense.
“I will only make the best decisions to win this battle.”
“As long as the goddess is watching over us, do not doubt that we will win this battle!”
“Is that so?”
At those words, Dale, as if he couldn’t give in, raised his hand to the hilt of the sword at his waist.
“That’s a good thing.”
After uploading it, Dale said.
“Then let us decide right here which of us the goddess will listen to.”
“What did you just say?”
“I said I would request a Trial by Combat.”
Two people would risk their lives and volunteer to become martyrs, and the goddess would grant victory to the one who presented the ‘right argument’. Those were the simple rules of the martyr’s duel.
To put it simply, it was a product of the old church law that said the winning side was right, but it would be the best way to sort out the current situation.
“Are you talking about a duel to the death?”
The Master Templar burst into laughter, finding it ridiculous.
“Have you forgotten that there is no Champion of Saxony here to fight for you?”
“You don’t have to worry about that.”
Dale smiled in the taut air.
“I will fight myself.”
“Ha, hahahahahaha!”
At those words, the Master Templar burst into laughter again.
“How dare you, Saxon darling, commit the ‘Seven Deadly Sins’ without knowing how high the sky is!”
“Which one is committing the gravest sin will be determined after the duel is over.”
Dale muttered blandly.
“Then, let us once again offer our oath to those who will participate in this duel.”
He turned his head and headed towards the leaders of the Great Demon Alliance within the barracks. Towards Prince Modred, Lady Scarlett, and the high-ranking knights of Saxony and Lancaster.
“If I win, the goddess will agree to not care about this fight and will withdraw her troops.”
However, if the Master Templar wins, the opposite will happen.
“Even if I am defeated and die here, my death will be a martyrdom to convey the will of the goddess… … I promise that the House of Saxony will not be held responsible for this duel.”
“good night.”
“Then it’s your turn now.”
Just then, Dale opened his mouth.
“Guy of Lusignan, Master Templar. If you are defeated and killed in this duel, promise me that your act will be a martyrdom for the sake of the Goddess’s will and that the House of Saxony will not be held responsible in the slightest.”
“You dare… … !”
Dale spoke as if he had no thought of his own defeat. The Master Templar’s expression froze again at that action.
A duel between martyrs who risk their lives to discover the ‘will of the goddess’.
“That’s really interesting.”
Only after hearing those words did Lady Scarlett of the Red Tower open her mouth.
“What do you think, Prince Modred? Don’t you think the duel between the two of you would be quite interesting?”
“joy.”
At Scarlett’s words, Modred snorted as if it were someone else’s business.
“Very well, there is nothing more certain than cutting off one’s twig to hear the voice of the Goddess.”
After laughing, Modred said:
“Do you agree that if I win, you will surrender your troops without a doubt?”
“I promise you.”
The Alliance leaders volunteered to witness the duel between the two men, and with their assurances, Dale turned his head.
There was a Master Templar there, wearing a bloody cross on his pure white surcoat.
Just then, Dale snapped his fingers, trying to cover the world of the white, dark winter night.
“No, wait.”
For a moment, Modred’s voice was heard, stopping the duel.
“Do you dare to unfold the world of thought while engaging in a ‘martyr’s duel’?”
With a bitter sneer that said, “I knew it.”
“I am a wizard. And it is inevitable that a wizard will spread his world to fight.”
“Yes, but this duel is a sacred duel that will be held under the presence of our initiates.”
Modred answered. Only then did the white wizard Vorenus, who had finally grasped the meaning, intervene.
“Yes, Your Highness! Unless you watch the entire process of the duel, there is no way to know what the ‘Black Prince’ of Saxony is up to. This duel should be thoroughly and transparently disclosed. In other words… … .”
“It means to either bring everyone here into Confucius’ ‘world’ or to fight without expanding the world of thought.”
Lady Scarlett took the words. Red and white surrounded her on all sides.
In it, Dale let out a bitter smile as if he had known this would happen.
“Okay. I can’t help it if you say it like that.”
After laughing, Dale whispered softly.
“Shoove.”
“… … !”
Before he knew it, pitch-black tentacles had wrapped around Dale’s body, spraying dark blood.
To prove his talent in front of everyone, and to further develop into a strong man beyond the norm.
Keeping silent is the only way to go, and it is a power that will eventually have to be revealed anyway.
“Uh, uh, how… … !”
The white magicians, including the Master Templar, held their breaths in shock. Even Prince Modred and Lady Scarlett of the Red Tower were no exception.
The Shadow Lord’s avatar, armed with a dark-blooded armor, was there.
