Episode 238
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How long had I waited for this day? No, it didn’t even feel real. The time would come when I would have to take down this man in front of me.
But the man was there.
Dale’s father, the Duke of Saxony, the pinnacle of the Black Tower and the greatest black magician on the continent.
He was a man with the title of Black Knight.
Dale’s two hearts accelerated. The seven circles and the shadow circles they cast.
Against him, the man accelerated eight circles.
The purest darkness in the world began to swirl around the two people’s feet.
At the same time, the Mother of Death and Darkness appeared there.
There was no longer any truth to hide, so Dale didn’t hesitate either.
As the Circle of Wizards exploded, the Auror Heart exploded, and Dale’s body was covered in the armor of a Night Raven Knight.
The warrior hiding under the armor raised his head silently.
Now I could understand. This armor was also a part of me. Just as the Night Raven Knights were willing to give their lives for the House of Saxony, what Dale was projecting was the very loyalty of the Night Raven Knights.
“Give it your all.”
“That can’t be.”
The man spoke, but Dale shook his head.
“Are you taking it easy?”
“I am fighting against my father only to obtain the position of ‘Black Tower Lord’.”
Dale answered. At the same time, the warrior’s avatar that had been wrapping around his body disappeared, and the dark blood armor covered Dale.
“It’s one thing to prove that you’re stronger than your father, and another thing to prove that you’ve surpassed him and are the greatest warlock on the continent.”
“… … .”
Dale’s words made the black ball laugh as if it was amused. The exploding auror heart remained silent, but his heart and shadow continued to accelerate.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Dale looked around silently.
All around were countless bone tombs and weapons piled up like mountains.
It was almost simultaneous that two corpses, each holding a knife handle, rushed forward.
Kaang!
The skeleton soldiers controlled by Dale and Black Gong clashed their swords, as if they were proclaiming themselves the champions of the two warlocks.
“If I defeat my father and stand at the top of this tower, what will you do after that?”
“Have you already reached the top of this tower?”
The black ball smiled quietly and asked back. However, apart from them who were having a calm conversation, the fight between the dead controlled by the two black magicians was not like that.
Kwajik!
The skeleton controlled by Dale collapsed the skeleton of the Black Ball, imbued with a black aura.
At the same time, the world of the two warlocks covered the room of the Black Tower.
It was a black and white winter night, and the land was filled with the twilight of the evening.
‘Death’, who was standing next to the black ball, lowered his staff.
A flock of crows swarmed across the fading sunset.
Birds carrying death.
Against him, Dale’s shadow circle spun and darkness scattered. The shroud of darkness tore apart, and birds took flight, scattering feathers.
It was a crow.
But it was a white crow, dyed as white as snow.
A flock of white crows were facing off against a flock of night crows led by a black hawk.
Dale lowered his head amidst the fighting of birds that filled the sky.
Before they knew it, the distance between the two had grown wider. And leaving behind the father who was growing further away, the gap between the two fathers was filled with the forces of death.
Immortal soldiers raised up with thoughts.
The great battle lines of the dead clashed.
Two fronts, stretching from horizon to horizon, clashed, and war began.
Arms are cut off, throats are slit, entrails are spilled, bones are broken and flesh is torn to pieces, but they never stop.
The never-ending army of the dead clashed endlessly, forming a literal mountain of corpses.
There were tribulations, but never a sea of blood.
There wasn’t even a sound.
There were no screams, no howls, no shouts as one would expect in a war.
The sound of iron clashing with iron echoed through the freezing silence.
It was the quietest war in the world.
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Dale looked up.
Under the darkness of the night sky where not a single star blinked, the dead still continued to fight.
There were no living beings there. No patriotism, no religion, no one calling out the calling they each held in their hearts.
Dead people with their flesh falling off, their entrails spilling out, and their bones exposed as pure white.
Silence followed.
In the eerie silence, only the faint sound of weapons clashing echoed.
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The Duke of Saxony raised his head.
The twilight of sunset was falling beyond the horizon.
In the distance, the gleaming sunlight illuminated the army of the dead that never rested or stopped.
It was literally a living hell where even death was not permitted.
No one can rest.
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It was just full of soldiers who had to endlessly swing their weapons, following the king of death they each served, as led by their king.
Just to continue the endless fight until the end of the world.
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The two warlocks who commanded the night and the dusk clashed, and the war finally ended.
Knights made of darkness were marching silently, toasting their victory bells.
The man who had lost all his soldiers stood silently.
It was at that very moment that the dark knights surrounding the man began to part as if the sea were parting. Like a unit conducting a parade.
Meanwhile, the Shadow Lord was walking silently.
As a conqueror who has achieved victory in the face of a defeated general who has lost all of his troops.
“It is my victory.”
“I only won one battle.”
Looking at that sight, the black ball laughed quietly.
“And the war is not over yet.”
The man stretched out his arms, and darkness swirled around.
As if everything they had shown so far was nothing more than a game of soldiering.
A swirling storm of darkness engulfed the area.
Death descended like a feather.
The god of death was there, with his black wings spread out.
Those who should not have died finally met their end, and the only ones left were the defeated and the conquered.
“What do you plan to do after this war is over, Father?”
Dale asked, and the man smiled bitterly.
“I don’t know because I haven’t thought about it.”
“… … I am ready.”
Dale said.
“Please, let me take up the burden you are carrying.”
“Then please take it.”
The black ball answered indifferently. At the same time, six black wings spread out, and jet-black feathers fluttered.
At the same time, Dale’s body froze.
He collapsed, gasping for breath as if he had a heart attack, and his cold, corpse rolled across the floor.
But not so with the flock of white crows that soared out of Dale’s shadow.
The ability to manipulate the concept of death itself.
Just as the Bloody Ball deals with ‘history’, the five magicians standing at the top of the Five-Colored Tower have powers that match their abilities.
And the power that Elena, the Blue Tower Master, gave to Dale cannot be used here.
It’s not just about strength, it’s about being qualified to stand at the top of the Black Tower.
But just as life and death are intertwined like a Möbius strip, ‘death’ was by no means an incomprehensible concept to Dale at the time.
The world was born in darkness, and when it dies it will return to darkness.
The one who is with Dale is the old dark mother.
The pure white crows rose up all at once, and Dale appeared in the shadow of the flock of white crows.
Looking down at his own body that had collapsed and become a corpse.
“No one can escape death.”
Dale, who had fallen to the ground, melted into another Dale who was looking down at him.
“But in the race between life and death, life always outpaces death.”
“Hoo.”
The black ball smiled as if it was happy.
“I can escape faster than my father’s death can reach me.”
Once again, ‘Death’ next to the black ball swung his staff down, and crow feathers struck down like arrows at his feet.
But the darkness that swallowed the falling feathers was that of the ‘Old Mother of Darkness’.
In that darkness was the potential for anything, the possibility of creation.
“I have found something that even death cannot kill.”
Seeing that, the black gong nodded as if he finally understood.
Under the protection bestowed by the ancient Dark Mother, the Shadow Lord stepped forward.
Each time, the death unleashed by the black ball descended upon Dale, but it could no longer kill Dale.
That was the power that resided in Dale’s shadow, as the Shadow Lord, and as one with the old Dark Mother.
Because you can’t kill something that hasn’t been born yet.
That was the possibility of creation, that was the reality of the shadows and darkness that Dale possessed.
Because it was not born, it could not be killed. But at the same time, that darkness contained the possibility of becoming anything.
Bringing the Empire of Shadows into this world was by no means to return the world to nothingness.
“I have been searching for the truth all my life.”
Seeing that sight, Father Black Gong knelt down.
“That which even death cannot kill, that which does not vanish even in the face of death.”
“… … .”
“It’s right here, in front of me.”
The black ball spoke, and Dale laughed quietly.
“I will establish an empire of shadows on this land.”
It is not the gold of lies. It is a world that is nothing and at the same time contains the possibility of becoming something.
“Thank you for your hard work, Father.”
As he said this, Dale stretched out his arm, and the kneeling black ball took his son’s hand.
“Alan of Saxony.”
Holding his son’s hand, the father spoke in a voice that was more proud, more pleased, and more serious than ever.
“… … I respectfully greet you, the lord of our black magic tower, Chilheukgong.”
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The Imperial Diet was convened, and at the Imperial request, ‘the Duke of Saxony and the eldest sons of the Duke’s house’ participated.
But once upon a time, the man with the name ‘Black Gong’ was only guarding his territory.
The man was no longer the greatest dark magician on the continent, nor the pinnacle of the Black Tower, nor even the lord of the Duchy of Saxony.
As a result, it did not violate the contents of the emperor’s edict.
It was time for the new head of the Saxon ducal house and the pinnacle of the Black Tower, the Black Duke, to reveal himself to the world.
