Episode 222
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The Demon King Balor’s magical book, “The Book of Cold Ashes,” finally revealed its power, and an even more powerful magical power enveloped the piles of ash scattered throughout the area.
“… … You’ve grown a lot.”
The Shadow Lord sneered coldly at the sight. It was a sight that was incomparable to when he first revealed his abilities that day at Fight Club.
But that wasn’t all there was to Ray Yuris’ growth.
A cold air began to seep through the scattered ashes of destruction.
“… … !”
It wasn’t Dale who didn’t understand the meaning.
“I, too, witnessed the ‘space winter’ there.”
The Cold of the End, the most certain proof that the world will end in ice.
Ray Yuris raised his head, the cold wrapping around his body.
“So, have you finally decided to accept the truth about the apocalypse?”
“It is true.”
Dale asked mockingly. Ray Uris laughed in amusement.
Phew!
“The greatest genius in the empire, the greatest talent in the empire… … It’s truly an excuse to fool people.”
Leaving behind the swirling cold, Ray Yuris opened his mouth. The Shadow Lord held his breath at those words.
“You don’t need to explain anything. Those who don’t have it will look at you in despair, blame their own shortcomings, and despair of their lack of talent.”
“What do you want to say, Ray Uris?”
“To be honest, I don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m just one of the many losers who despair in front of the ‘talent of the Black Prince’ and blame their own lack of talent.”
“… … .”
“But to say that it is just a difference in pure talent, your presence is too perfect. That makes it even more suspicious.”
The Shadow Lord did not answer. He never knew the truth about Dale. But vaguely, Ray Yuris’s intuition was moving toward the truth.
“What on earth do you think I am?”
“fraud.”
The answer came back without a moment’s hesitation. Dale burst out laughing at that.
“You are the true ‘Lord of Lies’, Dale of Saxony.”
But Ray Uris didn’t laugh.
“I have no way of knowing where your powers came from, or how you were able to be reborn as such a perfect being. However, one thing is certain: the existence of the Black Prince cannot be explained by words like talent.”
Only then did Dale’s smile disappear.
“I will expose your lies.”
“You are obsessed with gold and shadows, lies and truth, the end of the world, truly trivial things.”
Dale scoffed coldly.
“As I said, nothing interests me.”
“So what are you interested in?”
“… … .”
To bring down the empire. But it was dangerous to say that here. That was why Dale remained silent.
“Ah, once again you are wrapping yourself in a false silence.”
“That’s all for useless talk.”
Ray Uris laughed. After hearing that, Dale didn’t hesitate either.
Wrapped in the armor of Dark Blood and deploying the avatar of the Shadow Lord, the ‘World of Dale’ finally rushed towards Ray.
As a form of weapon to store power and eliminate the enemy.
Choaack!
The tentacles of Shuve, which formed the pitch-black fortress, swung around, and ‘cold ash’ began to scatter in front of them. A book of destruction that turned everything that touched the scattering ash into nothingness.
The “cold ash” was swirling around, carrying the chill of the apocalypse.
The endlessly swirling tentacles of Shuv were engulfing and freezing, invading Dale’s world.
Towards the pitch-black castle that stands tall in the world of white and dark winter nights, where the darkness of the ages and the cold of the apocalypse swirl.
“Our worlds are very similar.”
Ray Yuris laughed. The Shadow Lord still sat on his black-gold throne, not moving at all.
Ray just walked away, scattering cold ash, and the Death Knights guarding the Shadow Lord rose up in response.
A Death Knight made of cold and darkness rushed forward, and Ray once again scattered cold ash.
That one gesture turned everything back into nothing.
As the Demon King Balor once did.
“… … .”
The Shadow Lord glanced at the sword hanging from his waist. It was the beloved sword of the old warrior who had defeated the Demon King. Furthermore, as an Auror Master, it was Dale who had the warrior’s avatar. And that avatar was hidden by the Night Raven Knight’s armor.
‘But as long as I use the warrior’s avatar here, I can never let Ray Yuris live.’
So, here, he considered the risks he would take if he took his own life. It took him a moment to think about it.
Because the hesitation never lasted long.
The Shadow Lord finally rose from his throne. The surge of tentacles ceased, and so did the Death Knights.
Sling.
The warrior’s beloved sword, Peacemaker, finally revealed itself.
At the same time, a three-colored aura began to swirl and explode within Dale’s body and aura heart. Instead of the dark-blooded armor symbolizing the Shadow Lord, an avatar built up as a knight pursuing the path of the sword appeared there.
Breast armor with the mark of the night raven, a bird symbolizing death.
He was a pitch-black knight armed with the black armor of a night crow knight.
And Ray Yuris would have no way of knowing the existence hidden within that armor.
‘It has to end here.’
Dale kicked the ground with that thought.
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Taat!
The distance narrowed. At the same time, the cold ash led by Ray Yuris began to swirl.
The wind of ashes. No matter how excellent a knight you are, you cannot stop each and every pile of ashes.
But to the ‘Warrior of the Other World’, that wasn’t very important.
Tick tock.
The ultimate peace pursued by the peacemaker, the mediator of peace, was spread there.
The identity of eternity.
The world stopped. The swirling winds of ash, each grain of dust, stopped in its place. The only one who could move freely in it was the warrior.
Phew!
Dale’s sword swung at Ray Yuris. He tore through his heart and swung the sword back. Then his neck was cut off.
Choaack!
Blood was sprayed. And the world that had stopped began to move again.
It was a literal instant kill.
But that was by no means the end.
Ray’s body, cut into pieces and shattered into pieces, began to crumble into ash. At the same time, the scattered ash began to condense toward a single point.
I can’t let him escape. That’s why the otherworldly warrior has now stretched out his arms as the Shadow Lord.
One of the arms, armed with the armor of the Night Raven Knight, was engulfed in magical power and reborn as the ‘Armor of Dark Blood’. A pitch-black biological armor with magma surging through it.
The two avatars coexisted, and the cold aura of the end began to spread from the Shadow Lord’s avatar.
But equally blocking the surging cold air of Dale was another ‘cold air’ that Ray Uris possessed.
The two cold energies symbolizing the winter of the universe were intertwined. However, neither of them was able to fully draw out their power.
However, of the two, Dale was the closest to perfection.
The cold was swallowing up the cold, winter was swallowing up winter.
The dark and white world of Dale began to swallow up Ray’s world, where pale ash and sparks were flying.
It was literally overwhelming.
Ray’s broken body was later sublimated into ash, forming flesh and bones again, and he quickly flew away.
“How on earth… … !”
What happened? I couldn’t figure it out. In the blink of an eye, his body was slaughtered. If he hadn’t borrowed the power of the Grimoire, he would have died instantly.
But at least, as long as he had the Demon King’s Grimoire, Ray’s body wouldn’t die easily. Dale knew that fact, so he didn’t hesitate.
Tick tock.
The world stopped again. He kicked the ground and rushed forward, and an arm made of blood-red armor grabbed Ray Yuris by the nape of his neck.
Swish, swish!
The cold air swirling from his fingertips engulfed Ray’s body.
The stopped second hand started moving again.
As the world began to move, Ray Yuris’ eyes were filled with the sight of the Shadow Lord rushing up to his nose and freezing him.
It was fast. Fast? No, this wasn’t even the concept of speed.
As a young vampire descended from a great bloodline, he is so fast that even his own body cannot be detected.
He desperately tried to turn his body back into ashes, but Ray’s body, already frozen by the cold, was unable to move.
It was just then.
Hurrruk!
A flame burst out. It was the flame burning inside Ray Yuris’ body.
The flames began to melt the ‘still unfrozen’ body of Ray Yuris. The parts that remained from burning himself with his own hands melted away.
As if he had melted away, the remaining parts of his body sublimated into ash and spread out.
But when Ray Yuris’s body was formed again, it was nothing more than a pitiful thing ‘in the shape of a man’.
The skin was torn, an arm was missing, the scalp was completely peeled off, and the facial features had melted away, leaving only a portion of the skull. The gaping eyes stared at Dale.
The mechanism itself is like cutting out a part of a rotting body. It must have survived by desperately ‘cutting out’ its own body before the cold of the apocalypse engulfs it all.
“The match ends here.”
The otherworldly warrior, the Shadow Lord, spoke.
“You can’t beat me.”
“Not yet, not yet… … !”
All he could do was maintain a human form. But Ray bit his lips and raised his head.
“Really? Then you should die.”
The Shadow Lord did not hesitate. He had no time to show mercy or engage in petty talk in front of his enemies.
In an absurd world, the ‘black prince’ was always the winner. Nothing changed.
Dale kicked the ground as Ray Uris resisted.
It was a desperate struggle that bordered on despair.
‘There is no need to abuse the ability to stop time any further.’
The ultimate peace that Peacemaker possesses is the ability to bring about a massive overload of the sword and consciousness. If this ability is used any further, it will not be possible to guarantee the safety of both the sword and the warrior of the other world. However, the balance of victory was clearly tilted.
The sword that held the aura rushed forward, and further on, Dale’s arm covered in dark blood armor emitted three-colored magical power.
In front of him, Ray Yuris gave up his body and struggled in resistance.
Just as his two legs were cut off and he was about to turn to ashes, he was swallowed up by the cold apocalyptic air unleashed by Dale.
Kuung!
Ray, now unable to stand, crawled on the floor with only his upper body left. Dale looked down at him without saying a word, and then he held the warrior’s beloved sword in his hands.
Embracing the pale, cold air of the apocalypse.
Kaang!
The sword was thrust down.
At the same time, a blue butterfly flew up.
