Episode 245
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The pitch-black tentacles that tore through the sky and descended were trampling the world.
The Shadow Lord walked away, leaving behind the screams and laughter echoing everywhere.
A night of massacre unfolded.
The tentacles swung at the Imperial soldiers that filled the field of vision, crushing armor with each swoop, bursting intestines and bones, and spraying blood and brain matter.
The end of the world was there.
The gods of the other world were looking down on the earth.
Dark Young.
They were gods who did not love people, and they were gods filled with a purity that was as cruel as a child slaughtering a swarm of ants.
Countless tentacles slithered down from all over the place.
The tentacles of another world trampled the earth, and the imperial troops hanging on the tentacles were sucked into the rift in the sky one by one.
The screams of soldiers echoed everywhere. Or the laughter of those driven mad by madness could be heard.
It was no different even if they were red magicians scattering the karma of hell or knights armed with heavy armor.
The armor was completely distorted, flesh bursting, bones and internal organs twisted and crumbled like a sheet of paper.
It was better to be crushed to death.
Among them, there were those whose thin tentacles had torn through their skulls and dug into their brains, taking root. Their facial features were spurting black blood, and their entire bodies were swollen as if thousands of earthworms were crawling around.
From all the holes in his body, dark, turbid blood like coal tar poured out.
Before he knew it, the imperial army blocking the path of the pitch-black gong parted like the Red Sea, and he silently advanced across the empty land.
They just move forward calmly, not caring about the swirling flames or the hymns of the white magic tower.
It wasn’t really a fancy tactic or strategy to break through the battle lines, but just to face the opponent that had to be faced.
Several Purifiers and Templars from the Red Tower rushed to target the Shadow Lord, but they too were eaten by the tentacles rising from the sky, and were forced to ascend. Their brains were trampled by the tentacles, and they became puppets of the Shadow.
At last, no one could stand in Dale’s way.
Beyond the distance he was facing, a man appeared.
It was a man wearing golden armor.
He who stands at the top of the empire, the monarch of gold and lies.
Arthur the Great.
The Imperial Guard that should have protected him was nowhere to be seen. However, in the hell of tentacles tearing through the sky and trampling the earth, it was needless to say what had happened to them.
An otherworldly violence that tramples and shatters entire Imperial Army units.
In the midst of all that violence, Dale raised his head.
“I can’t even remember how long I waited for this day to come.”
The Shadow Lord opened his mouth coldly before the Golden Lord.
Before he knew it, the tentacles that had been slowly wrapping around him wrapped around the Shadow Lord’s body, transforming into a dark-blooded armor.
I remember when the Immortal Frederick and the Golden Monarch once faced off.
“Are you going to start this foolish fight again?”
Arthur the Great opened his mouth, heedless of the tentacles that tore through the sky and swept in from all directions.
“This tiresome fight will end with me taking you down.”
“Do you really think so, Shadow Lord?”
“Do you have any final words?”
“Even if you kill me, the golden bloodline will not be broken. No, only through my death will the golden empire shed light on this land.”
What was he trying to say? It was good, I guess.
“I don’t have time to listen to your nonsense.”
“Never underestimate the will of lies to surpass the truth.”
The Golden Emperor spoke, and at the same time, the sword hanging from his waist finally revealed itself. It was a golden sword.
“Are you still obsessed with nonsense like truth and lies?”
Hearing that, Dale coldly mocked.
“Let me tell you the truth, Golden Lord.”
After some mockery, he drew his sword. The warrior’s beloved sword, Peacemaker.
“That day, the Imperial Hound did not die. Incredibly, he survived and came here. To take down you, the Empire, and the Golden Emperor. I gave everything I had for this day, and taking down you is my only purpose. That is the truth.”
“Then what will you do after you defeat me? Warrior of the other world, and Lord of Shadow and Truth.”
The Golden Emperor asked.
“You claim to be the loyal puppet of the evil god who looks down on this world, and you plan to greet the cosmic winter that will one day engulf this continent with a smile? The fact that this world will end in ice is something that you have no interest in, and is nothing more than someone else’s problem? Did you not even hesitate to sell this world for your own purposes?”
Dale burst into laughter at those words. The Immortal Frederick had said the same thing. The Lords of Truth and Lies all rationalized their claims by emphasizing the futility and meaninglessness that would come at the end of this world.
“So, can you rationalize your actions to prevent an apocalypse of an unpredictable future?”
“Yes.”
The Golden Monarch answered without a moment’s hesitation.
“I gave everything I had to prevent the death that would come to this land in the future that cannot even be predicted. I tried to find answers in the ‘world of truth’ through the blood I shed in the unification war. Even that failed. But it is not over yet.”
Filled with unspeakable madness.
“We still have time. And before that time comes, we will sweep away all the pyramids of shadows remaining in this empire and devote the entire empire to finding the answer. We will not even mind shedding blood several times to reach the world of truth. This is the reason for the existence of our empire.”
“That’s why you little punks are like this.”
Dale swore at me as if it were someone else’s business. Any further conversation would be meaningless.
With the Peacemaker fixed, the Shadow Lord finally kicked the ground.
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“Haha, the persistence of a woman burning with malice.”
Lady Scarlett taunted coldly, and Charlotte paid no attention. The Plum Knight silently kicked the ground, scattering the petals of his blade.
Lady Scarlett snapped her fingers amidst the whirling blades, and the blood in the air burned.
Even now, he pays no attention to the tentacles that tear the sky and trample the ground, and smiles leisurely in the midst of the apocalypse.
“It is truly a hellish sight, isn’t it, Lady Charlotte?”
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Charlotte still didn’t answer. It wasn’t the role of a knight to think. Dale simply took up the sword and faced her enemies.
“The end that the Shadow Lord will bring to this world is nothing more than selling this world to the devil’s amusement.”
“… …Do you really think I’ll listen to the Empire’s nonsense?”
Charlotte asked back with a sneer.
“What you have done to my family, to my country, and to the Duke of Lancaster.”
“Can that rationalize the hell the Shadow Lord will bring to this world?”
“Shadow Lord, what Dale brings is nothing but karma for your empire.”
Charlotte said, without a shred of doubt.
“No matter what scenery my lord brings, I am the sword that protects Dale.”
“Oh, what a truly beautiful spirit.”
Lady Scarlett giggled. At the same time, the petals of the blade swirled again, and the bloody armor wrapped around Lady Scarlett in front of the swirling blade.
“I guess my fun with Miss Charlotte will end here.”
“Are you planning on coming all the way here and running away with your tail between your legs?”
“Oh my god, how could that be?”
Lady Scarlett smiled, hiding herself in blood-red armor, her bat wings spread wide.
“The curtain has just risen on the stage, so the extras’ entertainment ends here.”
Lady Scarlett flew up with an exaggerated shrug of her shoulders. At the same time, a thunderous roar that seemed to tear the heavens and the earth resounded.
It was the roar of a golden dragon.
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“The time has come.”
The bloody ball laughed coldly, and Alan turned his head without saying a word.
History and death clashed endlessly across the land, and two magicians, each ruling their own world, faced each other.
“It is time for the Golden Monarch to give his all and drench this continent with his golden blood.”
“… … What are you hoping for?”
Alan asked back.
“I am just a loyal golden rider.”
“For something like that, you don’t seem very loyal to the Golden Monarch.”
“People sometimes forget that a monarch is merely the representative of what he carries.”
The bloody ball laughed coldly.
“My loyalty is only to the gold our monarch carries on his back.”
“Was an end that we couldn’t even predict when it would come that important?”
“You mayflies who live only for a moment, don’t try to understand the way of thinking of an immortal.”
The bloody ball spat out coldly. At those words, Alan also stopped talking.
“Shadow Lord, my son will not be defeated.”
“Maybe so. Maybe not.”
“As a father, all I can do is stand in your way.”
“Oh, I can definitely say that.”
Once again, bloody letters began to dance along the bloody ball’s body. History was unfolding.
A survivor of the Second Empire, an ancient historian who has been recording the history of this continent for countless eons.
The leader of the blood elves, the Blood Lord, finally began to add to his ‘memories’.
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The golden dragon was roaring.
Even the spurting blood and the swirling tentacles that tore through the sky could not tarnish his gold.
Dale looked up and saw his presence.
“Shoove.”
─ Yeah.
Dale muttered softly, and Shub smiled as if he had been waiting for it.
The tentacles of the dark spirits covering the sky began to wrap around each other.
Towards no one but Dale’s body.
The pitch-black tentacles wrapped and wrapped again, and a “shadow giant” that rivaled the golden dragon finally appeared.
Not inferior to the golden dragon… …with indescribable madness and grandeur.
Two kings standing at the top of the kingdom, the Shadow Lord and the Golden Lord, clash as their true forms are revealed.
Silence soon descended upon the land of Saxony.
In the midst of the terrifying battle between the Shadow and Golden Lords, what meaning does the fight of a single soldier have?
The battle was finally coming to an end. And it was not up to a single soldier to put an end to it.
Gold and shadow clashed.
