Episode 159
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The entire landscape was plunged into darkness, and all that remained were the ‘two Shadow Lords’.
Tentacles sprouted from beneath the Shadow Lord’s feet and began to rush forward all at once.
In response, the ‘Shadow Lord’ rebuilt his blood-red armor like liquid metal and created blades, and the black blood sword cut through the Shadow Lord’s tentacles all at once.
He immediately grabbed the Peacemaker’s sword hilt and kicked the ground.
At the same time, tentacles rose again from under the Shadow Lord’s feet, and each time, the ‘Shadow Lord’ rebuilt his dark-blooded armor and cut off the tentacles. However, one tentacle that he could not avoid ended up wrapped around his arm.
simplicity and honesty!
A feeble sound like the breaking of a tree branch rang out.
Black blood gushed out along the severed arm.
But the ‘Shadow Lord’ paid no attention. He simply quickly moved his shadow to reconstruct the prosthetic arm and put on a black blood armor.
As the shattered armor of thought was repaired, the distance between us narrowed. No, it should have narrowed.
Another Shadow Lord… …The body of the Immortal Lord Frederick lost its substance and collapsed.
“What a futile struggle, child.”
A voice came from behind me.
The phoenix that had been in front of Dale just moments ago was now far behind him, laughing.
Once again, tentacles rose from around him and slammed down on Dale.
There are too many of them to cut through one by one. Even if you twist the armor of the Dark Blood into the shape of a blade, you won’t be able to cut through them all.
Crunch! Crunch!
Several tentacles wrapped around Dale’s body and broke it like a tree branch, and each time, blood from the dark veins splattered out. However, even in the agony that made it seem as if he was losing consciousness, Dale did not kneel.
As soon as the body was broken, he filled it with a shadow body, repaired the armor of thought and put it over it, and raised his body.
Endlessly repairing the joints and springs of broken machinery, like a patchy coat.
But nothing changed.
A fight between two monarchs.
But it was a one-sided joke from the beginning, and what Dale showed was an ugly outburst of frustration.
A meaningless struggle in the face of inescapable destruction.
“How ugly and foolish.”
Looking at that sight, the Immortal muttered as if he couldn’t understand.
“Why did Mother… … break something like a glass bowl that would shatter mercilessly with just a little force?”
It was at that moment that the Immortal stopped talking as if he had realized something and burst into laughter.
As if only then did he finally understand.
“It’s really funny and pitiful to see you struggling desperately, pretending to be your mother and daughter’s plaything.”
The Immortal smiled faintly.
“But since you are happy to see me, I too should join in the fun.”
In his view, Dale’s existence is nothing more than a glass vessel that could shatter at any moment. But why did the Dark Mother and her beloved daughter willingly choose to remain by that glass vessel? It was for this very reason.
“I will gladly watch your destruction.”
The ugliness and foolishness of desperately struggling without knowing how to give up in the face of inescapable despair.
It was to see this sight.
Choaack!
Once again, Eldritch’s tentacles wrapped around Dale’s arms and legs, tearing them off.
Finally, after the silence, a scream rang out. Black blood poured down like a shower.
At the same time, as the limbs were torn off, shadow limbs took their place, and the dark blood armor was once again put over Dale’s body.
However, the armor that should have been pitch-black, heavy armor with no water leaks had become so thin and shabby that it was hardly even possible to call it light armor.
An idea that is steadily worn out through a process of endless breaking and repair.
──And yet, he doesn’t kneel.
It was so funny and so funny that I couldn’t stand it.
This is it. The pleasure that only a human can satisfy her.
The Immortal Frederick finally understood what the old dark mother and daughter truly wanted.
The ugliness of hanging on to the rotting thread of hope in the face of an overwhelming gap that is too great to dare to approach.
That ridiculous destruction was the pleasure that the Dark Mother and her daughter so desperately desired.
That’s why it’s not easy to kill. It’s very important to control the power. So that it’s painful enough to kill, but never so painful that it breaks the vessel.
Choaack!
“Come on, child. Get up again. The fun is just beginning.”
Towards Dale, who was squeezing his thoughts to the brink of exhaustion, through endless wear and tear.
Like a child enjoying cutting off the limbs and joints of an insect one by one.
Yes, that being is a bug. And what his mother and daughter wanted was the very desperation of that bug struggling to live in pain.
That’s why Frederick laughed like a little boy abusing a bug.
He was not even worth waving at.
Frederick the Immortal, founder of Saxony.
Not only was it the pinnacle of the Shadow Tower, but it was also a display of power as an “Eldritch”, and from the beginning, it wasn’t even something that could be called a fight.
The execution of sadism has begun.
Kwajik!
Once again, the tentacles wrapped around Dale’s body, breaking his limbs and torso with the armor. Each bone was crushed into tiny pieces. The ribs and organs inside his body were twisted and destroyed with the armor, and blood poured out of Dale’s mouth.
But that was just the beginning.
Wizards and knights do not die as easily as ordinary people. In the case of beings like Dale who have a burning will to live, their obsession and will will be even more tenacious.
Kuung!
Desperately repairing and turning back his shattered body… … Dale tried to get up, but finally got down on his knees.
The posture just collapsed.
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“How are you, Mother? And my lovely daughter.”
The Immortal Frederick asked again.
Crunch, crunch!
He wrapped his tentacles around Dale’s body and carefully carved each bone in his body.
“Do you like it now?”
Fractures, and further, tentacles press on the body, blocking blood flow and causing necrosis in various parts of the body’s tissues.
Despite this, Dale’s body never stopped moving.
He endlessly stretched and stretched his broken body, desperately wriggling his tattered body.
“Honey, not yet?”
Frederick asked again, inflicting pain on the writhing insect.
But in his questioning, there was no answer.
Frederick turned his head away. He was now lying face down, struggling desperately, unable to even think about getting up.
“Mother? … … Lize?”
The Immortal opened his mouth again, as if to say that the game was over.
“Do you still want to play some more, Lize?”
But it was never the name used to refer to Dale’s sister.
The name of the daughter that the Immortal Frederick offered as a sacrifice to write The Book of the Black Goat.
Dale burst into laughter at the name. A sound that could hardly be called laughter escaped his lips.
Even in a situation where you can’t move a single finger, you don’t stop your ugly and foolish struggles.
“What’s so funny?”
Frederick asked coldly.
“Still, you haven’t… …come out of this delusion?”
Dale muttered in pain, lying face down on the floor.
“A mistake?”
Kwajik!
Once again, the Immortal’s tentacles trampled Dale’s body.
“Let’s stop playing with this.”
After the play was over, he had no doubt that ‘they’ would return to him.
“Isn’t this world still full of toys for you to play with?”
The tentacles that rose along the bottom overlapped in a bundle, and their tips emitted a sharp, cold blast like an awl.
The final blow to put an end to this game.
Before that blow, Dale burst into laughter again.
After laughing, Dale said,
“──Are you done playing now, Shub?”
─ It was so much fun!
“… … !”
At the same time, a voice was heard. To Dale, it sounded like the girl’s innocent nod.
But that wasn’t what Frederick heard.
“■■■■──!”
The most terrible scream in the world rang out. It was not the mother’s voice, nor the daughter’s voice.
“Why… … ?”
Only then did Frederick tilt his head as if he couldn’t understand.
“Mother? Lize?”
Like a frightened little boy, Frederick muttered.
He turns his head as if the wind is escaping from him, towards Dale, who is laughing weakly.
“The fun ends here.”
The Immortal’s tentacle plunged down toward Dale’s heart.
Phew!
A tentacle with a sharp tip like an awl pierced Dale’s heart and emerged.
A fatal blow without a doubt. Dale’s body, which had been resisting by twitching his fingers, finally stopped moving.
And that meant only one thing.
Inevitable death.
It had to be done, and it was then.
Foodie!
At the same time, another sound rang out.
─ Caw! Caw!
A few crows flew up, flapping their wings. Their feathers fluttered in all directions.
In the midst of the black feathers falling dizzily, my father was there.
Next to my son, a tentacle sticking out of his back, piercing his heart.
──Dale, who should have died, smiled quietly.
As if I knew it would be like this from the beginning.
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‘Lord Black’ was there.
In front of the founder of Saxony, who was once called ‘Immortal’, the successor who inherits the legacy of that clan.
“Why… … .”
Frederick swallowed softly at the sight, like a child who couldn’t accept what was happening in front of him.
“Why?”
Just then, the black ball also opened its mouth.
“Why did you do such a cruel thing to my son?”
At least in Dale’s memory, it was a voice filled with a cold hatred unlike any other.
“O great ancestor of Saxony.”
“… … .”
After a moment of silence, the Immortal Frederick raised his head. His empty black pupils stared unfocused at the father and son.
“I can’t see… … it.”
Frederick muttered softly.
“Neither our old dark mother, nor my lovely daughter. I can see nothing.”
Without any regard for the descendants before him.
“Why can’t I see it? Why is the world so dark?”
He turned away from the black bandages lying at his feet and asked incomprehensibly.
“You still don’t understand?”
Dale answered that question.
Dale, who should have died just before, with his body torn to pieces and broken, and even his heart pierced by tentacles.
“What are you talking about?”
“Why isn’t she visible and why isn’t she answering?”
Dale was there, unharmed and unscathed, escaping the death that should have come to him.
At first glance, it was a sight not much different from the healing magic of the White Tower.
However, even though the ideology pursued by the ‘best black and white magicians on the continent’ is different, their form is the same. Just as the two black and white magic towers were once one.
Control over life and death.
As the absence of life is death, the absence of death is life.
That is why the Black Ball appeared there ‘just in time’ and erased the death that should have come to the son.
‘Do you still not understand? That I did not permit your deaths.’
As the greatest black magician on the continent, capable of manipulating the very concept of death, and the pinnacle of the Black Tower.
How could it possibly appear at such a coincidental timing? Dale had no idea. But he was still certain.
Because I promised that to Shuv.
“Don’t try to overcomplicate the silence of Shuv.”
That’s why Dale said.
“She is not hiding and keeping silent for the complicated and difficult reasons that the Immortal thinks… … .”
The truth that the Immortal Frederick is trying to turn his head away from.
“──It’s just better to have you by my side.”
That the ‘Book of the Black Goat’ chose to be by ‘Dale’s’ side rather than the author’s side of its own free will.
Upon hearing that answer, the Immortal Frederick burst into laughter.
At first it was just a small laugh, but soon he threw his body back and burst out laughing like crazy. It was a laugh full of madness.
“How dare you, how dare you, the false usurper of Saxony… …!”
At the same time, the air in the area began to shake madly.
But it was no longer Dale’s turn to face the world’s oldest monster, the Immortal.
“Back off, Dale.”
Another ‘Duke of Saxony’ stood in his son’s way, opposing Saxony.
Six black wings spread wide along the back.
Against the immortal monster, the Angel of Death was there.
