Episode 190
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The time has come.
At the same time, Dale shattered the glass window of the castle and shot a red flame into the night sky. It was a magical flame used to send a surprise attack signal on the battlefield.
Despite the cold air flowing through his body, the furnace in his world was still burning. The essence of fire and bloody magic that had once consumed and absorbed countless Purifiers in the War of the Roses.
The signal rang out, and at the same time, an ominous dark magic filled the room.
It wasn’t Dale’s.
“I knew this would happen.”
“Ah, ahh… … !”
A scream rang out. The maid trembled in fear at the scream, and Lady Shadow spoke to her.
“You have nothing to fear.”
The visor of the black helmet was slowly raised, and the smile of the virgin greeted the maid.
“I promise by the mercy and love of the Sister Goddess, I will protect you.”
“Ah, ahh… …! Thank you!”
“… … .”
After speaking the name of her sister god, Aurelia lowered her helmet visor once again. The pitch-black knight clad in black armor let out a blood-red aura blade along with her sword.
At the same time, footsteps were heard from afar. They were not one, but the sound of several running quickly.
“Lady Aurelia, please protect her.”
At the same time, Dale also wrapped himself around the Shadow Lord’s avatar. It was an armor of darkness and cold mixed with black and blue, and at the same time, the Shadow Lord turned his head with the ‘Eye of Truth’.
What was reflected in the shadow of the terrified maid was what she was saying.
“Igniter.”
Hurrruk!
Dale muttered softly, and red magic overlaid an otherworldly image around his heart. The four-stroke heat engine mechanism kicked into action, supplying energy along with the rotation of the circle, and the Shadow Lord, ready, took a step forward.
Beyond the castle’s corridors, countless corpses were running around.
It’s a grill.
“Oh my, it looks like the night won’t end easily.”
Master Baro shrugged and pulled out his gimmick from his belt. Salgem, Lady Shadow, and the Shadow Lord readied their weapons to face the horde of ghouls pouring in from across the hallway.
In addition, two swords hung diagonally on Dale’s sword belt, and Dale placed his hand on the hilt of one of them. It was the pitch-black magic sword ‘Kia’. However, before pulling out Kia’s hilt, Dale lowered his arm.
Sling.
The old warrior’s beloved sword, Peacemaker, revealed its pure white blade.
“Oh, do you miss peace today?”
Master Baro, who knew the name of the sword, laughed, and Dale answered.
“He who desires peace.”
“… …Prepare for war.”
As Dale continued to speak, Aurelia fixed her grip on the blood-red Auror Blade.
“Stay behind me.”
“Oh, I see!”
To protect the terrified weak, Aurelia took up her sword with the nobility of a virgin.
The Shadow Lord stretched out his arm before the pouring horde of ghouls. Not the warrior’s sword, but a dark blue armor made of primordial darkness and apocalyptic frost.
At the same time, darkness and coldness at the end of providence swept through the hordes of ghouls.
“They are already dead.”
As Dale swept away the dead, he spoke to the maid behind him.
“The only mercy we can give them is painless extinction.”
At the same time, as if he were scolding himself.
“Do you know of any places in this castle where they perform suspicious rituals?”
“That’s the Great Hall!”
Dale asked, and the maid answered.
“Always blocking people from entering, and every night in the Great Hall there with innocent children kidnapped from the city… … .”
“All right.”
Dale nodded and walked away.
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Dale’s bloody magic scattered across the night sky, and the “Grave Walkers” who had infiltrated the Earldom moved at the signal. Among them was the High Court’s assassin, McGee, who had stabbed the Shadow Lord and Master right in the head.
“It is the monarch’s order. Move.”
At the same time, dark elves with copper-colored skin and hoods pulled down on their heads were enveloped in a blood-red aura, and their silhouettes ran forward.
“… … !”
At the same time, they held their breath as they looked at the soldiers guarding their castle.
They are the dead.
“Oh, no, this is so crap. How can I kill a dead kid again?”
McGee muttered in disbelief, and before he could finish his sentence, the mountain assassin he was working with kicked the ground.
A bloody aura swung around, and the flesh and bones of the dead were shattered and scattered.
“Aha, now I get it.”
Looking at that sight, McGee muttered softly.
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“How on earth did you survive in this f*cking hell?”
Master Baro asked the maid, and the maid swallowed her breath in bewilderment at his question.
“The blue magic tower moved by borrowing her body. It came to warn me.”
“Hey, damn it.”
Master Baro spat out a curse at the Shadow Lord’s words.
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“Rather than talking nonsense like that, it would be better to just give me a knife handle.”
And that was when it happened.
“Oh my, where are you going in such a hurry?”
A woman with blood-red hair blocked their path, wearing the mask of the “Laughing Man” with a slit in the corner of her mouth.
“Lady Scarlett.”
The Shadow Lord spat out coldly, and at the same time, the Eye of Truth he possessed began to illuminate ‘Lady Scarlet’s Shadow’.
To get a glimpse of the truth she holds as one of the rulers of the empire.
Hurrruk!
─There was Lady Scarlett hanging on the cross. Her limbs were fastened with large iron nails, and her blood flowed out in a torrential stream onto the pyre.
Lady Scarlett was sobbing in pain, crying out the name of the Goddess, desperately claiming her innocence. But no one would listen to her.
‘Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust… … .’
The crowd spat, pointed, and shouted, “Kill the witch, burn her!”
But there were no people among them. They were all elves. Lady Scarlett, hanging there, also had the appearance of an elf, with longer and thinner ears than before.
The fire broke out.
It was a mad, burning, crazy fire that danced like crazy.
The mad flames that climbed the mountain of firewood opened their hot, blazing mouths toward the woman.
‘I really never cursed anyone. I’m definitely not a witch. Please believe me.’
‘You look great, you damn witch!’
Hurrruk!
The flames flared up again. In those flames, the Shadow Lord’s consciousness finally returned.
“Oh my, what were you looking at so seriously?”
Lady Scarlett asked. At the same time, in the shadow she saw, third-degree burns and horrible blisters began to cover her body. The dermis where the nerves pass was exposed, and the fat under the skin was burning. The skin was peeling off and oozing pus.
That was the truth about Lady Scarlett.
“O Lord of Truth, I asked, ‘What are you looking at so seriously?’”
At the same time, a hostility unmatched by anything seen before flowed out.
“… …I was looking at your shadow.”
The Shadow Lord answered. The color drained from Lady Scarlett’s face.
“Was that attitude of blasphemy and mockery toward God the reason why you were abandoned by the Goddess?”
“… … .”
The mask of the Laughing Man still has a crescent-moon-shaped smile. But Lady Scarlett behind the mask will not.
Bats flew up behind her, and at the same time, a bloody magical power unlike anything she had ever seen before began to swirl.
Dale adjusted the hilt of the Peacemaker’s sword. Still, nothing changed.
No matter how terrible and miserable her past was, she was no exception.
It was just a time of preparation for war.
Taat!
Lady Scarlett kicked the ground and charged forward, her speed unbelievable for a sorcerer.
Before she knew it, her fingernails had taken the shape of blood claws, like blades of blood.
A sharp blade was swung, and it was Master Baro’s job to block the blow.
“Oh my, damn it. This girl is really strong.”
As the blood claws swung, the flames of karma swung out in sync. Master Baro quickly kicked the ground to open up some distance, and Dale took advantage of the gap to spread the cold air of the end.
At the same time, the bat’s wings spread behind Lady Scarlett’s back, and she flew up, twisting her body in a truly acrobatic manner.
“The devil was here.”
The Shadow Lord muttered as he watched the sight, and Lady Scarlett looked down at Dale with a cold expression.
“I guess… … it looks like a little blood has risen to my head.”
“It’s not that I like seeing shadows.”
Dale answered.
“But since you are fighting me, I have no choice but to use my ‘eyes’.”
As he said that, he adjusted the handle of the sword.
The world’s scenery seen through the eyes of truth. Even the movements of Lady Scarlett that were just shown could not escape the field of vision of these eyes. An absurd power that was incomparable to anything that had been seen so far.
“… … .”
Lady Scarlett was silent for a moment, her bat wings fluttering.
“Unfortunately, my amusement here seems to end here.”
At the same time, she threw away the mask of the “Laughing Man” she was wearing.
“Are you giving up the ritual of Kangma?”
“Oh my, that can’t be true.”
Lady Scarlett smiled serenely. At the same time, the scene of truth unfolded again in her shadow.
“… … .”
Dale gasped at the sight. There was the most horrific sight in the world that could not be seen without nausea.
“A man who spies on a lady’s secrets, that’s truly the worst.”
Lady Scarlett fired back with unconcealed hostility for the first time.
Dale looked at Lady Scarlett, unable to hide his nausea.
Towards the ‘seed of evil’ that resides in her stomach.
“But as you can see, I have already conceived ‘a devil’ in this womb.”
Lady Scarlett smiled, patting her belly lovingly.
“As for what will happen to the remaining ‘three demons’ and the organization that needs them, to be honest, I’m not interested anymore.”
“Wasn’t it the rule of 《The Alliance》 to cooperate with each other?”
“Oh, I have given them more than enough.”
Lady Scarlett spoke, and at the same time, flames swept in. In the midst of the raging flames, Lady Scarlett had already disappeared.
“Oh my, damn it. Now you’ve suddenly become a demon mother.”
The remaining Master Baro muttered as if it were someone else’s business.
“……let’s go.”
Dale pretended not to hear those words and walked away.
To the great hall of the Count of Wallachia, where a ritual is performed to summon the remaining three demons.
