Episode 160
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The seat of the five magicians at the top of the empire, the Black Tower Lord.
However, the one who stood against him was the one who stood at the top of the ‘Shadow Tower’, which was hidden in darkness and veil.
Frederick the Immortal.
It would not be far off the mark to say that he called Dale a ‘usurper’.
As he said, it was the Immortal himself who sacrificed his daughter to write the Book of the Black Goat, and through it, the Mother Goddess of Darkness finally descended into this world.
In fact, it was possible for Dale to obtain the title of Shadow Lord because he obtained the Book of the Black Goat with Saxon’s blood.
At least from the perspective of the Immortal, there is a reason to call Dale’s actions ‘usurpation’.
As another Saxon, and another shadow monarch.
‘You probably can’t even imagine it now. The existence of monarchs ruling a country called an empire.’
The words of Kiara, the fifth princess of the empire and sorceress of the Blue Tower, came to mind.
After the Empire officially unified the continent, only one emperor and one nation existed on this continent.
But the ‘monarchs’ who remained silent amidst the empire’s plausible cause did not think so.
The Lord of Fire and Blood, the Lord of Light and Heaven, and even the Lord of Darkness and Death who ruled over the Duchy of Saxony was no exception.
In the conflict between gold and shadow, nameless kings ruled over their own territories. Some of them claimed to be their standard-bearers, while others harbored hidden ambitions to ascend the throne themselves.
That was the reality of this world, and it was no different here.
The very fact that two empires, the two monarchs of gold and shadow, are at odds with each other… … ultimately proves that there is a ‘one throne’ between them.
《The Throne of Black Gold》.
So what was unfolding there was undoubtedly a battle of kings.
The ‘Black Duke’, the lord of darkness and death, did not hide his hostility towards another shadow lord who should be loyal to him.
Although the act was never for the sake of Black Gong’s own ambition or desire, it made no difference.
It had six wings spread out like those of a cherub, but they were black and ominous like the feathers of a crow.
Foodie!
A few crows flew up behind the black ball.
At the same time, tentacles rose from under the Immortal’s feet and rushed towards the Black Ball.
Choaack!
It was a bundle of tentacles that was dozens of times larger than the number that had been blocking and overwhelming Dale’s sword and Dark Blood’s armor at the time.
In the midst of that overwhelming force that seemed to swallow up the surroundings, the continent’s greatest black magician opened his mouth.
“Nevermore.”
A pitch-black vortex swirled around the center of the ground, and the tentacles of the Immortal King disappeared all at once.
At the same time, a flock of crows that had been filling the sky were rushing toward the Phoenix, just like in Alfred Hitchcock’s film “The Birds.”
It was a flock of crows filling the dusk sky.
“They are birds that bring death.”
Immortal Frederick laughed as he looked at the flock of crows rushing toward him.
At the same time, an uncountable number of crows all flew onto his body and began to peck at his flesh.
It preys by tearing at his flesh, ripping open his entrails, and pecking at his empty pupils with its beak.
Then the crows all flew up, and what was left behind was the corpse of a young boy, nothing but bones.
At the same time, the shadow cast by the corpse slithered like a snake and raced towards the black ball.
The galloping shadow engulfed the black ball from head to toe, and as it engulfed his body, it shed its ‘shadow’ like a snake shedding its skin.
The shadow shed its skin, and what was there was not the Black Lord, but the Immortal Lord Frederick.
Not just a boy, but a full-fledged man with youth like a black ball.
At the same time, crows began to flock again towards the boy’s corpse, which was reduced to nothing but bones.
What they had in their mouths was the flesh, blood, and bones of Frederick that they had just devoured.
And then he spat it out over the boy’s corpse as if storing up food for the winter, and the flesh and blood and bone began to squirm and fuse together.
The boy sat up.
It wasn’t the Immortal Frederick.
Dale’s father, a young boy who looked very much like the Duke of Saxony.
At the same time, the body of the Immortal Frederick, who had taken away the age of the Duke of Saxony, began to age rapidly, as if a clock had been sped up a thousand times. His body became wrinkled, his vitality drained, and he shriveled up like a mummy.
Likewise, the ‘age’ of the father, the Duke of Saxony, who had taken over the body of the Immortal Duke, also began to decrease in reverse. From twelve to five, from five to a few months old, he became the body of an infant.
Like turning back the clock.
Scenes of each other’s time speeding up or reversing at will intersected.
The black ball had grown from a toddler who had to crawl to the point where he couldn’t even roll over on his own, and was crying loudly.
Likewise, the body of the Immortal was twisted and desiccated like an Egyptian mummy preserved through time.
“The immature brain of a fetus is not a body well suited to thinking.”
The immortal Frederick, twisted like an Egyptian mummy, finally smiled.
Seeing Dale’s father, who had a body fit for the immortal years, literally turning into a baby and bursting into tears.
“Is this all that the Black Tower, which claims to be the head of the Saxon family, can achieve?”
“father……!”
Dale swallowed in bewilderment. At the same time, shadows began to swirl beneath the feet of the immortal who was being reborn as a mummy.
As if killing a young baby was a no-brainer.
──But even faster than that, a crow swooped down from the sky and snatched the ‘baby black ball’ with both feet.
Even as the crow flew away from the shadow of the Immortal, the baby Black Ball was being reduced to a being of a lower level.
From infant to toddler, from toddler to fetus.
Furthermore, the crow swallowed the black ball, which had degenerated into a being that could not even be called alive.
He swallowed it, and at the same time the crow laid an egg.
The egg broke and what was there was a black ball in the same baby state as before.
However, the body did not become difficult, but began to grow rapidly, like winding a clock hundreds of times faster.
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Once regaining the body of a young boy like the Immortal, the Black Lord raised his head.
Likewise, the aging Immortal also regained the youth he had when he first took over the Black Lord’s body.
Those who steal each other’s bodies and freely turn back the hands of life and death.
The fight of the House of Saxony to explore the truth beyond death.
There are no clashes as intense or as overwhelmingly destructive as those between so-called ‘normal’ ‘strongmen’.
If they were so inclined, it would not be difficult for them to raise an army large enough to cover the entire continent.
As the greatest shaman on the continent, and further as a shadow shaman.
But that wasn’t done.
The truth of life and death simply becomes a weapon to clash with thoughts.
In the Saxon way, which pursues the truth beyond death.
“After all, no matter how fake it was, it couldn’t fool even Saxon blood.”
The very same Saxon patriarch, the Immortal, smiled with satisfaction. As if the madness and confusion he had shown just now had been a lie.
By taking over the body of the Black Ball and putting his own existence on it, he becomes a man with the dignity befitting it.
In comparison, the black ball that had been reborn as a boy looked just like Dale’s younger brother, and even the usual intimidating feeling had disappeared.
As it was, the man, the immortal Frederick, turned his head towards Dale.
“This child is also your descendant of Saxon blood.”
A black ball with the body of a young boy blocked Dale’s path and spoke. It was a prepubescent, childish voice.
“At the same time, he is a usurper who has taken my blood and my thoughts.”
“It was entirely ‘her’ will that she chose Dale.”
The black gong said. She, with the 『Book of the Black Goat』 in her mouth.
The immortal’s expression loses its composure once again.
“That young usurper took our old dark mother and my daughter away.”
“No, that’s not true.”
Just then, Dale, who had been silent, finally opened his mouth.
“When the Dark Mother and the young Shuve were trapped in the hell of the White Tower, it was I who reached out to her.”
“… … .”
“When you chose eternal stagnation in the darkness of the North, I willingly walked into the hell of the White Tower to continue the legacy of Saxony.”
“Child, what do you know about our decisions and how dare you talk about them?”
“It is the law of the world that the old disappears and the new takes its place.”
Dale answered.
“The throne of shadows is no exception, old king of shadows.”
Once again, the expression on the Immortal’s face became murderous. And the sight of the man, who had not the body of a child but the body of the Duke of Saxony, was imbued with an incomparable aura of intimidation.
It was just then.
Finally breaking the silence, ‘Shub’, who was by Dale’s side, appeared before the Immortal. In the form of the young girl he remembered.
“Ah, ahh… …! Lize!”
The expression on the Immortal’s face was the same kindness that his father, the Duke of Saxony, had when he treated his daughter, Lise.
However, the Immortal Frederick sacrificed his daughter Lize with his own hands and wrote the book of magic, The Book of the Black Goat. Now, the feeling Dale feels when he sees his father’s appearance is simply disgust.
─Why don’t you step back?
Shuve spoke, and the Immortal held his breath again.
─ I like you, oppa. Your world and loneliness are unbearably lovely. That’s why I want to stay by your side in the future. I can’t stand to see more of the humanity you show me.
Shub, no… …with the self of his daughter, Lize, who was once the offering offered to her by the Immortal King.
─ I don’t want to go back to you.
Lize said.
─ Because I am not your property.
“Ah, ahh… … .”
At Lize’s words, the Immortal Frederick laughed weakly. At first, very softly, but it gradually grew louder and soon burst into mad laughter, almost sobbing.
Dale watched him, holding his breath, wondering if the fight was about to start again.
But at that very moment, the darkness covering the entire area disappeared. Likewise, the twilight of the evening that the black ball was spreading also disappeared.
At the end of the Demon King’s Territory, a scene unfolded where the two armies of the Church and Saxony were clashing.
Dale held his breath, but the Immortal Frederick was nowhere to be seen.
Just then, Dale’s father, the Duke of Saxony, was there.
“Oh, father.”
With the body of a twelve-year-old boy, you’d believe he was fifteen-year-old Dale’s younger brother.
“That body… … .”
“Don’t worry, it won’t be hard to turn back.”
“My father, the Duke of Saxony, who was shorter than Dale, said:
“I think it’ll just take some time.”
At this unexpected turn of events, I swallowed a bitter smile.
It was truly a laughter that did not suit his age.
