Episode 244
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A battle line of indescribable scale with just two wings and one body.
The two most powerful armies in the world clashed.
Blood was sprayed as ordinary soldiers clashed. Bones and entrails were scattered as knights clashed. The magic spells scattered by wizards began to form into their own shapes and scatter.
Squeak!
But a chilling harmony echoed throughout the battle line. It was the dissonance that the blue wizards were proud of, and it was the blue barrier that the wizards of the Sorceress Council had created.
In the midst of the discordant sound that filled the sky, a red flame that seemed to burn the whole place down was struck. And soon, the flames would turn into fleeting particles of magical power and disappear.
However, blue alone is not enough to block both red flame and white hymn magic.
Likewise, the black dead were no exception as they rose from the midst of endless screams.
The two-colored towers, serving blue and black, red and white, shadow and gold, clashed.
The world’s greatest war unfolds in the dark, white winter night.
An innumerable number of other worlds were placed right over the battlefield.
The world of ideas that each of the powerful people participating in the war is unfolding.
Worlds collided with worlds, and new worlds were added on top of them, and they began to collide again.
Countless worlds merged and fused together, and before long, a single world was formed that covered the entire battlefield.
hell.
A horribly twisted otherworld that cannot even be described with the word ‘demon realm’ was engulfing the entire area.
And in that other world, soldiers clashed endlessly.
Like mythical warriors who continue to fight until the end of the world.
“Burn, burn, burn… … !”
The high-ranking purifier units of the Red Tower were revelling in the flames of karma. They were hellfires that did not care about the identification of enemies, and simply burned everyone who came near.
There were those who kicked the ground right through the flames. It is the job of the strong to stand up to the strong.
In that respect, the Grave Guard, known as the most elite of the Night Raven Knights, were by no means lacking.
They all crossed through the swirling karma, enveloping the black avatars.
The distance quickly closed, and the White Tower’s aria resounded to protect the High Purifier Force.
Almost simultaneously, a creepy blue dissonance cut in.
Kuung!
The avatars of the Night Raven Knights appeared all at once, and the guardians of the tomb advanced with powers beyond reason.
All of them had the appearance of death knights with nothing but bones between their pitch-black armor.
But there were no dead among them. That was the armor and form of their ideology as the Grave Guard.
Knights who swore loyalty to the House of Saxony both in life and in death.
It was then that they came face to face with the Red Tower’s proud High Purifier Force, and fire and darkness clashed.
Purifiers enveloping the flames of hell, white arias resounding endlessly, and night ravens taking the form of the dead and blue dissonances.
Fire and death, harmony and dissonance clashed.
“Oh, how beautiful it is.”
She was there too.
Lady Scarlett, the red witch and blood elf who rules the Red Tower.
“The last of the moths that fly into the firewood pile.”
She swung her arms, and the body of one of the High Purifiers exploded along with the bat wings.
As the explosion occurred, blood splattered everywhere and gathered together, transforming into a blood giant.
Blood Golem.
A troop of golems made of blood appeared all at once, blocking the path of the Saxon family’s proud 《Grave Guard》.
Kuung!
The blood golem’s bloody fist slammed down. It was not aimed at one of the Saxon House’s Night Raven Knights.
“Ahhhhh!”
The high-ranking purifier units of the enemy tower facing them could not be exempt from the giant’s blow either.
The bones of the high-ranking purifiers were crushed like sheets of paper, and blood was sprayed out. The tomb guardians quickly retreated before the blow, and the damage was minimal.
“Oh my, this is it.”
It was an extremely cruel blow that made no distinction between friend and foe. No, it was an extremely blatant errant shot.
Still, Lady Scarlett just shrugs and smiles.
Before he knew it, the blood golems had taken over as the breakthrough force in his line of battle and began to shred everything that stood in his way.
Even now, there were battle lines breaking through and defenses intersecting here and there. After this battle, how many troops broke through the enemy lines and defended themselves was something that could not be looked down upon.
But it was not up to the soldiers or the knights to decide the course of this battle. It wasn’t even up to the magicians.
Because it was truly the lot of the strong who could turn all the infantry here into enemies and take them down with a single wave of the hand.
“Oh my god.”
The petals of the blade flew in. It was a sword flower with the scent of plum blossoms and a cold frost.
Raising a shield of blood against the fluttering flower petals, Lady Scarlett burst into laughter as if in delight.
The knight was there.
“I never thought I’d see Lady Lancaster here.”
Charlotte of Saxony, who bore the name of the Heavenly Sword, and the Archduchess of Lancaster were there.
Armed with pure white armor symbolizing the Knights of the Rosicrucian Order of the House of Lancaster.
Engraved on her armor were the red and white roses, along with the Saxon emblem, the night raven, which symbolizes death.
Charlotte didn’t answer. She just readjusted her sword in silence.
In a different world where worlds are intertwined and twisted, ‘her world’ unfolds, clearly refusing invasion.
The blade’s petals scattered and it began to slaughter the towering bloody giants like a crusher.
“Haha, won’t your loved one be sad?”
“… … .”
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“Imagine my beautiful and lovely wife being covered in blood on the battlefield and becoming unrecognizable… … It breaks my heart so much.”
Lady Scarlett taunted Charlotte coldly as she watched her plum blossoms flutter. Charlotte did not hesitate after hearing that taunt.
Taat!
The Plum Knight stomped the ground and charged forward. Lady Scarlett flew up, spreading her bat wings to meet the blow.
The blades crossed precariously, and Lady Scarlett spun around in midair and charged.
Blood-red claws shoot out like blades to tear Charlotte’s body apart.
Kaang!
Flowers and blood collided.
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“I absolutely cannot allow this to happen!”
The light sword, Sir Helmut Blackbear, was roaring.
The armor covering his body was shattered into pieces, leaving him with injuries that would not have made him kneel at any moment.
“It is truly a futile struggle.”
The continent’s greatest red magician coldly sneered at the sight, projecting the history of blood endlessly engraved upon his body.
A strong man that even Sir Helmut, the leader of the Night Raven Knights and the one with the name of Seven Swords of the Continent, could not dare to stand against.
Despite the fierce, almost desperate resistance, the Bloody Ball’s expression was extremely peaceful.
“I can’t let you go ahead… …!”
And Sir Helmut never knelt before that man.
There is no way he wouldn’t know the weight of the act of breaking down and opening up the path beyond.
A knight’s duty is to protect his lord. And now, there was no telling who the lord he was supposed to protect was.
“Oh, is that so? Then I should die.”
The bloody ball snapped its fingers, mocking coldly.
Once again, history unfolded beneath his feet. The mighty men of history emerged, and to face them, Sir Helmut once again took up his sword.
“Step back, Sir Helmut.”
“… … !”
Just then a voice was heard. It was Alan of Saxony, his former master.
“Ha, haona!”
“It’s not your role to confront this man.”
“Ah, you finally showed up.”
There was a man named Black Ball there before. Blood Ball finally smiled as if he had been waiting for it.
“I don’t even know what to call you anymore, Black Prince.”
“… … .”
“You came down from the top of the Black Tower, and even the title of Duke of Saxony and the greatest black magician on the continent was taken away. I wonder what I should call you now, who is so pitiful.”
The bloody ball sneered, and Alan remained silent. But the silence did not last long.
“The dead have no voice.”
After a moment of silence, the black ball opened its mouth. Before he knew it, ‘Death’ had lowered his staff next to him. Six black wings spread out.
“It remains to be seen which one will be the one to die.”
The bloody ball laughed as if it was someone else’s business and began to fix the bloody book.
History and death collided.
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It was a dark and white winter night.
In the middle of that winter night, the Duke of Saxony looked out over the endless clashing battle lines.
A battlefield where ordinary soldiers and knights, the strong and the strong, and the strongest of the strong clash.
And then, the pitch-black gong, who had been silently looking down at the battlefield, finally got up.
The time has come.
He finally accelerated his circle and stretched out his arms. Darkness and cold air scattered around his feet, and he walked calmly through it.
“Shoove.”
“huh.”
At Dale’s words, the old dark mother smiled as if she had been waiting for it. With that smile, Dale extended his arm.
A single world covers the winter night where each world is intertwined.
It was a world filled with pitch darkness.
“Dark Young.”
─ Run and play to your heart’s content, my children.
The old dark mother whispered, and the pitch-black gong began to walk without saying a word.
Alone and indifferently, towards the battlefield that fills the horizon.
At the same time, there were those who were looking down from above the sky, from beyond the torn heavens, towards the earth.
The gods of the other world blink their eyes with curiosity as if looking down at bugs through a magnifying glass.
In the midst of the torn winter night sky, the lambs of darkness are finally beginning to break free.
Beings that cannot be understood by the common sense and norms of this world.
A heaven-shattering roar echoed through the air, and within the roar, the children of the other world began to extend their tentacles.
The winter night sky was torn apart, and an endless number of tentacles were pouring down from outer space.
A madness that seemed to be the end of the world began to spread like a plague.
It literally felt like I was seeing the end of the world.
And in that hell, the Shadow Lord finally rose from the dead.
Behind him, he leads an army of dead men whose numbers are too numerous to count.
Above the sky, black lambs’ tentacles spread out, covering the entire land.
The night of massacre has begun.
