Episode 149
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“Even the sister god’s love and mercy will not be able to save your defiled soul and body!”
Following the bloody wings of the Master Templar, countless blades of blood began to fall.
But in front of the endlessly falling bloody blades, the Shadow Lord did not even flinch.
I just stretched out my arm, and the ‘black blood armor’ wrapped around my arm began to wiggle.
Realizing the true meaning of bloody death and the armor of dark blood.
Towards the ‘blood’ of the Master Templar, who is swirling towards the Shadow Lord, Dale.
“… … !”
The Master Templar gasped in amazement as he watched the scene unfold at the Shadow Lord’s fingertips.
Even Lady Scarlett, who was watching the duel between the two, was no exception.
The bloody blade that was supposed to tear apart Dale’s body began to turn dark like the Shadow Lord’s armor.
After being dyed in black blood, it slammed down onto the Shadow Lord’s armor.
It wasn’t a bloody blade that should have torn apart Dale, but it was melting as if it had been a part of the armor from the beginning.
“Yes, you dare… …!”
The Master Templar of Blood Plated once again turned his blood into projectiles and struck down.
However, no matter how many times he attacked, the blood blade never touched Dale. Each time, the blood would rot and turn black, and he would be reborn as a part of the Shadow Lord.
“how……!”
“Every time we spill pagan blood, our spirits become more noble and pure?”
Dale walked forward, not even thinking about closing the distance by kicking the ground, with the ‘Black Death Armor’ wrapped around his body.
“Then every time I devour your blood… … .”
Dale stretched out his arms. At the same time, pitch-black tentacles like those of Shub began to sprout from the dark-blooded armor that wrapped around his body.
“All the spiritual and physical nobility and purity you have built up with the blood of pagans will become nothing but a fleeting waste of time.”
“Don’t make me laugh, you damned apostate!”
Choaack!
“… … !”
A tentacle of black blood surged towards the Master Templar, who swung the blood sword in his hand.
But as his blood sword collided with the swaying tentacles… … .
The blood-filled blade that made up the Master Templar’s sword began to rot and turn black.
Starting from the tip of the sword, moving towards the hilt, and wrapping around his fingers and wrist that were holding the hilt.
“Ah, aaaah!”
In shock, he put down the sword handle and distanced himself from her. But it was already too late.
“Ahhh, ahhhhhh!”
The blood armor that wrapped around his body began to rot away, turning black. Just like the corruption magic that wrapped around his body. It was changing just like the dark blood armor that had wrapped around Dale’s body before.
“Looking at your appearance, covered in that damned blood, it seems you are not destined for salvation.”
“Hey, you damn apostate!”
In agony, the Master Templar stretched out his arms again, as if he were literally squeezing out his last ounce of strength.
“Goddess, please give me the strength to fight against evil!”
Immediately afterwards, an unknown flash of light emitted from within Scarlett’s world of thought.
A pillar of light descended from the sky towards the ground, directly facing the spot where the Shadow Lord was standing.
The heavenly bombardment enveloped the Shadow Lord’s presence, and the ‘black blood’ that was eating away at his blood armor stopped multiplying.
“ha ha ha!”
The wrath of the Goddess, who turns everything she touches into a pillar of salt. It was this wrath that punished the Shadow Lord, that wicked Saxon apostate.
“Praise be to thee, thou cursed apostate, who know not the lovingkindness and mercy of the sister God!”
Master Templar shouted as he rebuilt his armor of blood in agony. It was at that moment.
A silhouette appeared in the midst of the pillars of light that poured down endlessly like a satellite bombardment.
The Shadow Lord was there.
He, who should have been turned into a pillar of salt before the wrath of the goddess, stood there indifferently, without even a hint of a wound.
“Uh, uh, how… … !”
The Master Templar held his breath at the sight.
“For armor to be armor, it must act like armor.”
Dale muttered blandly. They would not understand. The meaning of the ‘black death’ that was engraved on the Shadow Lord’s armor.
Within the pillar of light, the Shadow Lord stepped forward. He was looking at the blood-stained angel, who was terrified and unable to hide his shock.
“I guess… … .”
Looking around, the Shadow Lord opened his mouth.
“It seems the goddess has decided which side has the ‘right argument.’”
Towards the attendees who could not hide their shock at the unbelievable sight of the ‘Black Prince’.
“Master Templar, the Lord of Lusignan, has willingly made the voice of the Goddess heard through his ‘martyrdom’… … .”
Dale turned his head again.
“We will never forget his noble sacrifice, will we?”
Towards the frozen knight in blood armor who had no will to resist.
“Ah, ahhhh… … .”
It was just then.
“──This martyr’s duel is invalid!”
The 7th Circle White Mage, Vorenus, who had been keeping silent, finally opened his mouth.
“That Saxon apostate has by his wicked craft mocked the faith of the Lusignan brothers and the will of the Goddess, and therefore I declare his spirit unworthy of martyrdom!”
At the same time, the seven circles surrounding his heart began to rotate. The area known as the ‘virtual peak that magicians can reach’, excluding the white magicians of the Seven Circles and the five magicians standing at the top of the Five-Colored Tower.
At the same time, the pure white earth began to encroach on the ‘Scarlet World’ at Vorenus’ feet.
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A scenery that looked like heaven above the clouds enveloped the entire area.
It was just then.
“Haha, people’s imaginations about heaven are always so trivial and boring.”
It was quite unexpected for him to claim to be Dale’s ally against Vorenus.
Lady Scarlett sneered coldly at the sight.
“A world of eternal life where birds chirp, a golden sun shines, and people recite trivial hymns under the watchful eye of a goddess… … Isn’t that the real hell?”
Lady Scarlett began to unleash her bloody magic at the Shadow Lord’s side.
“Compared to that, our imagination of hell is truly magnificent and unfathomable.”
Leaving behind the iron hooks that lined the ceiling and the chunks of meat hanging from them.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have the energy to be fooled by the church’s nonsense any longer.”
Lady Scarlett opened her mouth coldly.
“In addition, I agree with Duke Dale’s opinion that it is right to defeat the troops.”
“… … .”
“Oh my, are you finally able to see me again?”
The Shadow Lord glanced back. Lady Scarlett asked with amusement, and Dale remained silent.
“Yes, so the apostate from the Goddess has finally revealed her ugly true nature, you cursed red wh**e!”
Vorenus shouted, and at the same time his white magic began to envelop the ‘Master Templar’.
It was just as the second battle between Dale and Scarlett, Vorenus and the Master Templar was about to begin.
There was a snapping sound of fingers.
“Didn’t I tell you, this is where the church’s nonsense ends?”
As Lady Scarlett’s presence crumbled, an uncountable swarm of bats began to swarm.
──The liquid tissues in Lady Scarlett’s bloodstream began to stir, drawing out the memories and powers dormant in her blood.
The younger sister of the Bloody Duke, the leader of the great clan that reigns at the top of the Red Tower. At the same time, there was a being that could not be called human, ruling the empire.
Vampire.
“Ahhh, ahhhhhh!”
Just then, the Master Templar began to scream. The blood armor surrounding his body was being absorbed as if by an absorber.
Towards the bloody vampire that had suddenly appeared behind him.
Kwajik!
The blood armor, and even the blood within his body, was being absorbed all at once. Shocked by the sight, Vorenus tried to generate white magic again.
But before that, the Shadow Lord stormed forward, kicking the ground.
Taking advantage of the moment when Lady Scarlett was distracted. Even if he was a 7th Circle White Mage, it would be no different.
Sling.
“Brother Vorenus, please stop.”
Before he knew it, the pitch-black magic sword ‘Kia’ was aimed at the nape of his neck. A wizard who does not perform his duties with the premise of being active in battle. Of these, the case of a white wizard who has the advantage of assisting knights goes without saying.
“Ahh, ahhh… … !”
Lady Scarlett was sucking the blood of the Master Templar, screaming, as if she was devouring life itself. The blood drained away, and what was left was an empty shell of a human being.
Once again a swarm of bats began to flap their wings as if engulfing the area.
A swarm of bats fills the celestial world that Vorenus is unfolding.
In it, there was Lady Scarlett.
“Oh, this tastes so disgusting.”
He showed off his fangs protruding from the corner of his mouth and licked the blood off his lips.
“There are few foods as tasteless as a pure soul and body. I feel like I’ve become a vegetarian.”
As if evaluating the meat of pork or beef.
“Then it seems that the curtain has fallen on the duel of martyrs. Our ‘Black Prince’ has triumphed over Brother Lusignan… … There were a few minor commotions, but that’s all for the best. Don’t you think?”
“Yes.”
“Now, would you please get rid of that boring, tedious ‘heaven’?”
Lady Scarlett coldly mocked the world of thought that Vorenus was unfolding. Furthermore, none of the initiates here dared to go against her words. Vorenus was no exception.
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Immediately after that, after hearing the ‘Voice of the Goddess’ through the Martyr’s Duel… …the entire force of the Great Demon Alliance turned their entourage.
The flag of Lusignan was remembered for its sacrifice as a martyr for the will of the goddess, and was blessed in the name of the priest Vorenus.
That was the fleeting conclusion to what was officially recorded as the ‘First Crusade’.
Shortly thereafter, a proclamation was issued throughout the empire to reinforce the power of the Great Demon Alliance in the name of God.
The 7th Circle’s white magician, Vorenus, passionately emphasized the importance of the Great Demon Alliance at the White Tower, and the Heavenly King accepted his intentions and personally declared a ‘Crusade’.
Under the pretext that God desires it, the silent strongmen of the empire began to gather one by one towards the ‘Evil King’s Lands of Saxony’.
It was the beginning of the Second Crusade.
