Episode 214
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The air that had been stretched taut finally exploded. The Archduke of Lancaster, the new sword, pulled out the sword hanging from his waist. It was a movement as swift as lightning, and before he knew it, the tip of his blade was touching the nape of the Bloody Duke’s neck.
“Oh, that’s a surprise. Why did you stop your sword?”
Seeing that sight, the Bloody Ball coldly sneered.
“Shouldn’t I just swing my sword and cut off his head?”
But the Duke of Lancaster’s sword did not cut into his flesh. Because they understood the weight of the blood flowing through each other’s bodies. Just as Michael Lancaster had done before the ‘Black Prince’.
“… … Was this your Red Tower’s trick from the beginning?”
“Please, don’t misunderstand.”
Bloody Ball shrugged his shoulders and answered.
“I was merely fulfilling the foolish wish of His Majesty the Grand Duke’s second son, Mikhail.”
“… … !”
As soon as he heard those words, the Duke of Lancaster’s expression froze.
In any case, the truth will be revealed through the continent’s greatest black magician, Black Gong. That’s why Blood Gong struck first. That was all.
“Really my son, Mikhail… … .”
York and the ‘Black Prince’ were right.
The Duke of Lancaster muttered weakly. He could not believe that his son, so trustworthy and proud, had such a portrait of a monstrous monster. But he could not help but believe it.
Four Tower Lords and a Shadow Lord, but soon they were not all gathered there.
The Holy Swordsman Aurelia, the Holy Swordsman Archduke Lancaster, and his adopted daughter, the Heavenly Sword Charlotte, are by the side of the Heavenly Swordsman.
Finally, the Shadow Lord and the Swords of Saxony, Sir Helmut the Lightsword, Master Baro the Sword Master, and the Wandering Sword were there.
Masters of swords and magic who stand at the pinnacle of the empire.
“I am truly sorry about what happened to your sons.”
Bloody Ball smiled without losing his composure.
“But you have mistaken who you are holding responsible.”
“… … .”
“How dare you hand over His Highness the only precious daughter of yours to the one who should be held responsible!”
The Blood Lord shrugged again and laughed. The Shadow Lord, Dale’s expression froze.
“Do you know why Prince Mikhail fell into such a reckless ‘path of evil’?”
“Do you intend to come all the way here and blame me?”
“I am simply stating the truth. That day, Prince Michael must have felt a deep sense of jealousy and inferiority after being defeated by the greatest genius in the empire, the ‘Black Prince’!”
The Bloody Duke laughed, spreading his arms exaggeratedly. The Archduke of Lancaster, the Sword of the Holy Sword, also remained silent.
“The despair and frustration felt when faced with an insurmountable wall for the first time led the brilliant Prince Mikhail to twisted evil!”
“That’s as far as I can go with listening to nonsense.”
The Shadow Lord opened his mouth coldly.
“Your Highness the Bloody Duke has now confessed to assassinating the eldest son of the Lancaster Duke. Even if he is the Red Tower Lord who is favored by the Empire, he must take responsibility.”
“It’s responsibility.”
At those words, the bloody ball laughed with interest.
“How do you say that?”
“… … !”
At the same time, all emotion disappeared from the bloodshot eyes.
“Do you intend to go to war? Do you intend to fight me to the death?”
The strongest of the empire, the bloody Duke who does not know the weight of their clash. The divine sword is no exception. But this man. This man whispered the devil’s whispers to the sons of Lancaster, and in front of the Lancaster Archduke’s eyes wide open, he assassinated the eldest son of the Lancaster family.
“It doesn’t seem like conduct befitting of the most powerful noble in the empire.”
It was just then.
“Charlotte Orchard.”
The new sword Lancaster turned his head slightly. His adopted daughter, but the surname Charlotte was leaking from his mouth was that of the new sword Barthel.
“Charlotte Lancaster, and from now on Charlotte of Saxony.”
“Your Highness… … .”
Charlotte, armed with the armor of a Night Raven Knight, took a deep breath.
“I had no choice but to watch my friend die. That was ‘behavior befitting the greatest noble of the empire.’ Taking you in and teaching you the Plum Blossom Sword was nothing more than an escape from my past cowardice.”
“I don’t think so.”
Charlotte shook her head at those words.
“Your Highness taught me how to use my father’s sword because it required courage that could not be exchanged for anything else.”
“Yeah, that’s good to hear that.”
As he said that, the Archduke of Lancaster laughed.
Just turn your head away.
“The Lancastrians have, for generations, behaved in a manner befitting the nobility of the Empire.”
“I remember very well the loyalty of the old Lancaster lords.”
The Bloody Duke laughed quietly. Even as countless Lancaster lords passed through the generations, the man had watched their rise and fall with keen eyes.
As a member of the Blood Elf clan, a vampire who has attained immortality.
“This is the result.”
The divine sword finally drew his sword. The sword of the blue sky, once known as the sword of heaven. The sword’s blade, as clear and transparent as the crystal-colored sky, was covered in frost.
“Hoo.”
“I have lost two sons, and my daughter Charlotte Lancaster is now under the protection of Saxony, not me. What do you think I should do now as a great noble of the Empire?”
“Please speak.”
The bloody ball waited for an answer, and an answer came.
Taat!
As the distance narrowed, the Sword of Heaven held in Shingeom’s hand swung, not caring about the weight of the blood flowing through each other’s bodies.
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This was his answer.
“… … !”
Choaack!
The bloody ball’s neck was cut off and blood gushed out. However, the divine sword’s blow did not stop there, and he swung his sword to slaughter his body.
Kaang!
But the sword was never swung.
The blood pouring out from the severed neck spurted out like a living snake, writhing and gushing out as a stream of blood. It blocked the sword of Changcheon that was swinging around.
Marquis Yuris, the Lord of Fire and Blood.
“Oh, this is… … .”
At the same time, the blood that flowed endlessly from the severed neck coagulated and formed a human shape.
It was another neck.
At the same time, the severed head of the bloody ball rolling at his feet melted into blood, and that blood was absorbed along his feet.
“You made a really stupid decision.”
The bloody ball answered. For the first time, it felt cold and unfeeling like it didn’t even have a shred of emotion.
“And it’s time to pay the price for that foolishness.”
At the same time, the world around the feet of the bloody ball was turned upside down.
What he had once shown Dale was the unforgettable ruins of an old Earth.
But now, the ‘world of ideas’ that the Bloody Ball was unfolding had another form.
Just as a knight’s avatar can take on various forms depending on his ideology, the world of magicians does not necessarily have to have just one form. This is especially true for high-level magicians like the Bloody Ball.
As a weapon to thoroughly defeat the enemy, the continent’s greatest enemy wizard unfolds his world.
“It’s strength.”
Nothing like a flame was burning.
“There is only one thing that rules this world, absolute violence that no one can resist.”
And the world of the Bloody Ball was not devouring just one divine sword. It was pulling in everyone gathered in the area, showing off its own world.
The Heavenly King and the Black King, the Blue Dark Curtain and the Shadow Lord, and even their riders and the Seven Swords of the Continent, were no exception.
“Those who have power take away from those who do not. And those who are taken away bleed. History rolls only on the wheel of blood, and every time it does, the sound of the bones of the weak being crushed and broken resonates.”
It was a sea of blood.
A sea of blood that stretched endlessly beyond the horizon. Marquis Yuris, the Bloody Duke, was standing right on top of that river.
“In other words, the wheel of history is the history of violence. And this world is made of the blood of those who were crushed, broken, and crushed to death by the wheel of empire.”
“I don’t have time to listen to the nonsense of a red madman.”
In it, the Archduke of Lancaster, the new sword, re-held his sword.
It is indistinguishable from black magic that has reached a high level, as Charlotte Orchard once did.
As he had once said, the sky was spread out there.
But the sky that the Duke of Lancaster unfolded had nothing like the celestial holiness, gold, or wonder of the world of thought unfolded by the priests of the White Tower. It was not a sky filled with the mercy and loving-kindness of the goddess.
It was just a sky as clear and clean as crystal.
The Archduke of Lancaster, the Divine Sword, was standing in the very sky above.
And against him, standing on the blood-red river, was the red-topped Marquis Yuris.
“Then, from now on, let the trial by combat begin.”
The Bloody Ball laughed as he spoke. A match where the legitimacy of a claim is determined by force, as stipulated by the laws of the Empire.
As he said, it was a fight where the winner takes everything and the loser loses everything.
At the same time, it was also a stepping stone to prevent other strong forces from interfering with the fight.
“I accept your will.”
The Duke of Lancaster answered. It had only been a few short months since he had acquired the name of the Divine Sword.
That is why even though he still has the name of the Divine Sword, the path of the sword he pursues is only one.
Sword of the Sky.
The place where the two worlds of the sky and the blood sea intertwined was extremely strange.
A bizarre sight, as if one were walking on the heavens and at the same time stepping on a river of blood.
No matter what, the existence of the Archduke of Lancaster, the Sword of Heaven, is one of the strongest forces on the continent.
Even if the opponent is a red magic tower, it would be no different.
The divine sword, the sword of heaven, struck the ground and surged forward. And with its movement, the heavenly world began to expand and devour the world of the bloody ball.
“Ah, the pitiful struggles of man.”
Looking at that sight, the bloody ball coldly spat out a mocking remark.
As the greatest red magician on the continent and the one standing at the top of the Red Tower, the eight circles in his heart began to accelerate.
“The Book of Blood.”
At the same time, Marquis Yuris finally recited the name of the grimoire he possessed.
Choaack!
A sea of blood swept over the area like a storm, engulfing Marquis Yuris.
And then the blood-covered red ball finally raised its head.
She was naked, not wearing a single thread, and there were cut marks on her skin.
As if carving a relief with a carving knife, he began to carve marks all over his body, densely writing ‘letters’.
The writing was like it was tearing through flesh, and blood began to flow down the writing.
The Book of Blood.
As the name suggests, it was a book that used flesh as pages and drew with blood.
