Episode 156
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“If we die, we die in place!”
The one thousand heavy infantrymen that the Black Armor Company boasts form the central pillar of the unit, and the best of them are selected and armed with ‘artifact armor’, and the personal guard directly under Dale stands in the first line.
At the same time, the ‘hymn magic’ of countless white magicians, led by Vorenus, the 7th circle white magician, resounded.
“Praise, praise!”
“The heavenly realm of the goddess awaits you!”
Aria of Courage.
The voice of God, which seemed to echo from the heavens, filled the ‘world of light’ led by Vorenus.
The White Magicians of the White Tower are not specialized in combat themselves, but the hymns they chant have the power to revive even dying soldiers into warriors of the gods.
“Ah, ahhh, goddess!”
“The sister god’s love and mercy are with us!”
“Praise be to God, let us send all the apostates of Saxony to hell!”
And in the midst of that echo of light, the soldiers on the church side began to feel an indescribable sense of elation.
Furthermore, the Templars who were charging towards Dale began to cry like babies.
It wasn’t because he was scared in battle or anything. It was simply because he couldn’t control his surging faith and felt the presence of his sister god filling his heart.
As if watching a chant from a cult church, I cried out the name of the goddess, unable to control my overwhelming emotions.
“Ugh, euaaaah, aaaah!”
The swords of the church, crying and sobbing like children, unable to hold back their sobs, and charging forward with swords and spears in their hands.
In a sense, it was truly a scene befitting the madness of God.
“These crazy kids.”
Dale muttered softly as he watched the scene.
People need faith. This is especially true on the battlefield where life is at stake. Something that can be trusted, leaving behind one’s own weaknesses.
That was the power of fanaticism that the White Tower and the Church boasted about, but it was no longer their exclusive property.
“Now it’s time to show our god.”
That is why the Shadow Lord willingly and without hesitation became their imaginary god.
“I am Shub-Niggurath (I am Shub-Niggurath).”
Dale opened his mouth.
─ I’ve been waiting for this very moment, brother.
The most horrible and ugliest thing in the world smiled beside Dale.
Choaack!
From under the hem of her pitch-black dress, countless tentacles began to sprout simultaneously.
However, the one hundred guards guarding the ‘Black Prince’ were not shaken at all.
Dale looked up.
In the sky, there was a black Valkyrie standing alone against the ‘Master Templar’ who was made of blood.
The Auror Masters of the Church who have been reborn as Swords of Fanaticism through the magic of the White Wizard’s Hymn.
Right towards them, the black tentacles of the Shuve began to swarm. Lady Shadow volunteered to provide covering fire for Aurelia.
He lowered his head.
The spears of the Knights Templar, who had been charging right up to their noses, were pointed at Dale and the Black Armor Company.
“Now is the time.”
At the same time, Dale’s black magic spread throughout the area. It was never intended to wipe out his enemies or create shadow creatures.
His magical power was directed at the 100 elite troops of the Black Armor Company guarding Dale.
The mercenary organization directly under Dale, which has grown to a thousand heavy armored infantrymen, and the artifact armor that is armed with the most talented elite among them.
Each and every one of them was an artifact imbued with the darkness of the Demon King’s territory.
The price they had to pay was the mental strength to be able to endure while wearing the artifact, but the ‘true owner’ who controlled that power and malice was different.
The Artifact’s Malice, armed with a hundred heavily armored infantrymen, charged at once toward their Shadow Lord.
Whispers were heard from all sides. Mad mutterings of incomprehensible meaning. Amidst the malicious whispers that seemed to blow one’s mind, the Shadow Lord raised his head.
“──That’s about it.”
The Shadow Lord opened his mouth, and silence fell like a feather.
At the same time, Dale’s black magic activated their artifacts, and what they saw there were by no means a hundred heavily armored infantrymen.
There are no individual forces like knights who utilize auras against heavy infantry. However, their organic system, organized around the Shadow Lord, is no longer a ‘force within the standard’.
A steel formation that would not break its defensive posture even in the face of the assault of the Knights Templar imbued with the power of Aura.
Dale desperately searched through the Black Ball’s artifact warehouse, and further, the Demon King’s Territory and the Great Labyrinth, desperately obtaining 100 armor-type artifacts.
《Armor of the Immortal》.
Crunch, crunch!
The black armor was infused into the bodies of their mercenaries, and just like Sir Helmut, the armor and the body were becoming one. However, it was not up to them to control and manipulate the power of the artifact.
Because it was the job of the Shadow Lord to give power and at the same time bear the price.
All that a hundred heavy infantrymen had to endure was the mental strength to endure the pain.
Even if he dies in battle, he will be treated with the utmost courtesy that Saxon can give, and he will take responsibility for his entire family. Because he is not a mere superior, but Dale, who has truly earned their loyalty by sharing the joys and sorrows of the battlefield with the mercenaries.
“For Saxony and Captain Dale!”
An unbreakable black formation unfolded.
The white cavalrymen slammed their spearheads right into the black formation.
thud!
A shock came over me as if the world I was standing on was shaking.
The battle lines of the two sides finally clashed along the border where heaven and winter night intersect, and the sound echoed.
The sound of iron clashing with iron, screams, curses heaped upon the enemy and the belief that the Goddess would be with them.
Blood Angels, Lady Shadow, and Aurelia fill the sky. The Black Armor Company, the Knight Templar, the Knights of the Blue Rose and the Rosicrucian Knights are entangled on the ground, and the nobles and soldiers belonging to each faction.
In it, there was a shadow lord.
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In a situation where it is difficult to maintain the world of the cold and dark winter nights against the 7th Circle White Mage who is expanding to devour his world and the elders who are assisting him… … .
He uses his magical power to activate one hundred dark artifacts, and furthermore, he bears the evil alone, pouring black magical power like water into a bottomless pit for Shuve.
It was by no means an amount of magical power that a single 4th circle wizard could handle. Even considering the advantages that the Demon King’s land gave him, it was the same.
“Igniter.”
Despite that, nothing changed.
In the four circles surrounding his heart, flames burned. It was a red magic that blazed like magma.
A heat engine that converts thermal energy into mechanical energy to generate power.
Assuming his own existence as a mechanical device, Dale began to project otherworldly mechanisms into his heart and circle.
In addition to the dark power of this Demon King’s Land, he is the greatest genius in the empire, far surpassing the realm of a single 4th Circle.
The world of the white and dark winter night began to swallow up the heavens.
‘This, this can’t be happening… …!’
It was impossible. Unlike Vorenus, who focused his power on a single magic, Dale was currently fighting on the front line of the battlefield!
Blood was sprayed and flesh, bones, and internal organs were scattered in a mess.
In the hell of the battlefield, the Shadow Lord raised his head.
Leaving behind the blood that simmered like magma in the armor of the dark blood.
He fixed the warrior’s beloved sword, ‘Peacemaker’, that he was holding in his hand.
This is the end of Dale’s activities as a wizard. However, that was not all that Dale had accomplished.
The Avatar, known as the ultimate knight, projects the martial arts he has built up as a warrior of the empire.
With the unmistakable sword in his hand, the Shadow Lord stomped the ground.
Into the black and white battlefield where those desperately trying to maintain their formation and those clashing to break through it.
The Shadow Lord surged through the ranks of the Black Armor Company’s heavy infantry, clad in the armour of the Immortals.
At the same time, the world of the white and dark winter night began to expand beneath his feet, swallowing up the edge of ‘heaven’.
The world was eating the world.
A mere engineering student, SSS-class monster hunter, another world’s hero, and the eldest son of the Saxon family.
Dale’s power is unleashed by fusing the essence of knowledge and power he has accumulated throughout his life.
For the first time, the current Dale was truly reborn as a ‘strong man beyond the norm’ that the world revered.
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“Why don’t you reveal yourself, dragon child?”
The Mass of Madness came to a close, and it was there that the Immortal Frederick asked:
Towards the golden bloodline before him, the 7th Prince Modred.
“Is this all you have to do to lose your mind?”
He was in a miserable state, foaming at the mouth, laughing or crying, as if he was regressing to childhood.
Seeing that, the Immortal asked back as if he couldn’t understand.
“Oh, this is it.”
And it didn’t take long to understand what it meant.
“Wasn’t it a dragon… … . That wouldn’t be bad either.”
After a moment of thought, the Immortal brought his head closer to Modred.
Just open your mouth.
“Cough, ugh!”
At the same time, a bundle of strange tentacles of unknown origin began to sprout from the mouth of the Immortal Frederick. It was a disgusting creature that looked like a giant writhing leech, and it soon entered Modred’s mouth and slid down his throat.
“The silence of the shadows ends here.”
The Immortal Frederick spoke. And at those words, which he muttered as if talking to himself, Modred’s expression hardened for an instant.
The color drained from his pupils. His dark, unfocused eyes turned to the other Shadow Lord before him, and soon Modred bowed his head in obedience.
“Go back, child of shadows, and bide your time for us.”
“… … I will follow your orders, my lord.”
Modred had not been driven mad by madness until just before. As the ‘child of shadows’ who was carrying out the orders of the new monarch, Modred bowed his head.
“Wait, my daughter.”
Immortal Frederick turns his head. After that day’s humiliating defeat, he lost his grimoire in the agony of his heart being ripped out.
“I’ll pick you up soon.”
Deeply feeling the existence of the 『Book of the Black Goat』 wriggling on this land.
