Episode 250
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Shadow and steel titans clashed.
There was a warrior who claimed to be a god in order to restore the world that could not be protected, and in response, the Shadow Lord moved his pitch-black giant.
He decides to abandon his previous life and willingly remain as Dale of Saxony.
The truth is always cruel. Even those who claim to be the monarchs of truth cannot be an exception.
He was raised as a warrior from another world and remembers the blood he shed in this world. He has not forgotten the world he failed to protect. However, there is nothing he can turn back.
The mana that filled this world endlessly multiplied and swallowed up Dale’s world.
And each time, Dale, as the Shadow Lord, stood up and spread darkness and cold.
As the warrior said, the mana that filled the land could be the power to restore the world, but at the same time, it could also be a weapon that would drive it to destruction.
And the warrior was willing to use that power as a weapon of the end times.
To reclaim the world he was unable to protect.
I couldn’t leave it like that. Even if the nanomachines engulfed this planet again and rewrote the scenery of the past, it would all be a lie in the end.
There is no such thing as a beautiful lie. Truth and lies are not beautiful or ugly.
The world of my previous life was destroyed.
That was the inescapable truth, and that was all.
“There is nothing that can be undone.”
“Oh, is that so?”
The warrior laughed. A laugh of absurdity flowed out from within the armored weapon made of steel.
“There was only one thing I wanted.”
After a moment of laughter, the steel giant continues speaking.
“What are you hoping for?”
“peace.”
“… … I wish for the same thing.”
In response to the warrior, Dale said:
After defeating the Golden Lord, I thought the last war was finally over. No. Now, here, the two of them were hoping for the same thing.
It was time to start a war for peace.
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Dale and the warrior clashed in their worlds, and the sacred sword Badel, left in the great hall of the Saxon Viscounty, raised its head.
The knight who arrived there late, following Dale and the Black Knight, was there.
She had many names: the Archduchess of Lancaster, the wife of the Duke of Saxony, but to men her name meant only one.
“Charlotte Orchard.”
“… … .”
A daughter whose face I don’t even know.
A father whose face I don’t even know.
But it was never difficult for the two to recognize each other.
“You’ve grown up so well.”
The new swordsman, Bardell, spoke calmly, adjusting his grip on the sword in his hand.
The plum blossoms were fluttering. She could tell as soon as she saw them. That was the divine sword that Charlotte had longed for.
“Why are you pointing your sword at me?”
So Charlotte asked back, as if she couldn’t understand.
“Because the me here isn’t real.”
The new sword Bardell answered.
“I hoped that those with integrity would win. That’s why I didn’t give up and kept fighting even after my delusions consumed this body. However, I was able to realize this when I saw the one who called himself a warrior.”
“What do you mean?”
“That day, in the dark and white winter night, I realized that I was already dead.”
“… … .”
Charlotte bit her lip softly.
“I, who am here, have been nothing but a ghost from the beginning.”
Because there’s no way I wouldn’t know what it means.
“Therefore, I willingly bring you my sword to slay the ghosts of this winter night.”
Charlotte’s father, the new swordsman Bardell Orhart, said.
At the same time, the world the father and daughter were living in was turned upside down.
It was a dark and white winter night.
Like Dale and the warrior, the man here also could not escape that winter night.
The petals were fluttering. They were colorless petals.
In a world filled with black and white, the new sword Badel re-took hold of his sword.
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“Oh my, I never thought I’d see Sepia Yang here.”
“… …Lady Scarlett.”
The Golden Riders fled the battlefield, but they never ran away.
Just as the two rich men of Saxony sensed the threat in the Great Labyrinth and headed towards it, they too were heading towards the same path.
The great hall of the Saxon countship.
Right there, Dale and the warrior were clashing.
Right there, Charlotte and Sir Barthel were clashing.
Lady Scarlett and Sepia were also clashing in their worlds.
Bloody slaughterhouses and crystal lands intersect endlessly across the horizon.
In one place, an innumerable number of worlds intersected.
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“… … Bloody ball.”
“Ah, I thought it was supposed to be here.”
And it was no exception for the Blood Lords, the Bloody Duke and Alan of Saxony.
The sea of blood and the land of twilight covered in a crimson twilight glow intertwined.
“Can you feel it? The worlds are shaking as if they’re going to explode over one place.”
Each world intersecting in one place. There’s no way that wizards of their caliber wouldn’t feel it.
“Every wizard has his or her own world, and the training of a wizard is the process of completing that world.”
The bloody ball continued speaking as if it was happy.
“The wizard’s ideal is the process of covering that world with reality.”
“… … What are you trying to say?”
“Aren’t you curious? Who will survive until the very end, whose world will be the last to cover this world?”
“Was it all your doing?”
Alan asked coldly, and the bloody ball responded with his usual exaggerated smile.
“History is a canvas on which the powerful endlessly rewrite their world.”
The wizard who was carving the history of blood into his own body said.
“The world of the losers disappears, and the world of the winners is superimposed in its place. That is why, throughout my life, I have longed for the final painting to be drawn on the canvas of history. A masterpiece by a master that will not fade even in the storm called the end.”
History is a struggle between worlds.
And the final world that would be created at the end of that endless struggle, Bloody Ball spent his entire life exploring it.
That was the truth that the Bloody Ball was pursuing.
“There is no such thing as a world of truth. The world we believed we had reached that day was also, in the end, one of the fleeting scenes that was engraved and disappeared into the history you speak of.”
“Even if that were true, I wouldn’t mind. At least the might of that world itself was beyond doubt.”
The bloody ball answered.
“We can learn from history. By exploring the endless worlds that have been engraved and disappeared on the canvas of the universe, we can learn from the past and only then confront the apocalypse that will come in the eternal future.”
Hearing that, Alan smiled bitterly.
“There is one lesson I know about history.”
“Oh, I really want to hear it.”
“The only thing we can learn from history is that we can learn nothing from history.”
The black ball spoke. Suddenly, ‘Death’ appeared next to him.
“It seems like our worlds don’t quite match up.”
Looking at that sight, the bloody ball smiled coldly.
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Eggs are the world of birds.
Whoever is about to be born must destroy a world.
For Charlotte Orchardt, this was an egg. And in order for her to be born, this world had to be destroyed.
The ghost of a winter night, her father rushed forward with his sword in his hand.
In a world of colorless black and white, the ghost of a winter night scattered the petals of the blade.
However, the petals of the sword that Charlotte Orchardt unfolded against him were imbued with a purple color that shone so brilliantly that it was mind-boggling.
“You’re strong.”
Against the swirling purple petals, the divine sword Bardell spoke. Charlotte did not answer.
“Why do you have to die by my sword?”
After a moment of silence, he asked again.
“Is it real or fake? Why does it matter?”
“… … Please don’t forgive this father.”
“Why shouldn’t I forgive my father?”
Charlotte asked pleadingly.
Despite this, her sword never stopped. The same was true for the divine sword, Badel.
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Just like the New Sword Bardell, the ghosts who couldn’t forget that winter night were clashing.
The shadows surrounding the two ghosts and the steel giant clashed and collapsed.
The two naked ghosts clashed head-on.
In the primordial darkness, the Shadow Lord pulled out his ancient sword, ‘Peacemaker’, and the warrior from the other world also stretched his arms into the air.
Likewise, the Peacemaker in Dale’s hand shone brightly.
Two swords began to interlock, yearning for peace.
Tick tock.
At the same time, two Peacemakers scattered the light of peace, and the world stopped. That’s what I thought. No. It was Dale now, so I could understand.
All it took was for the nanomachines to penetrate the molecular structure of a large area and stop its movement.
That is why Dale, without hesitation, scattered the cold aura of the apocalypse that was embedded in his body. The entity that stops time is, after all, the nanomachines and mana in the air. That is why the cold aura that Dale scattered froze the nanomachines and stopped their operation.
Ice that will swallow up the universe at the end of this world.
“Look at yourself.”
The warrior taunted, watching Dale use his power.
“After all, we are the same.”
“What is similar?”
“You say you’re going to protect this world, but you’re nonchalantly spreading the cold that’s coming to the end of this world. Isn’t that ironic?”
“… … .”
Dale didn’t answer. At this point, he didn’t care whether it was true or false. Dale just had a world he had to protect.
And as a warrior would do, destroying a world to protect it was a risk worth taking.
At least the world won’t freeze over tomorrow.
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Lady Scarlett spread her bat wings and swooped down from the sky toward the ground.
In response, Sepia split the frozen ground and scattered shards of cold air.
The Book of Absolute Zero, embedded in Sepia’s heart, was emitting a cold aura.
Lady Scarlett’s bloody slaughterhouse burned brightly against the swirling cold.
“Ah, I really hate the cold.”
In the past, in order to protect her younger brother who should have died, Sepia reached out to the winter of the universe. The art of absolute zero. She barely saved her younger brother’s life by trapping his heart in ice through that cold, and was banished from the land of crystal as punishment for breaking the taboo.
Strictly speaking, what was in Sepia’s heart wasn’t even a grimoire. It was a curse.
Something not unlike the apocalyptic cold Dale was accepting within his body.
“The day is near when this world will burn. And burning you, daughter of the Crystal Queen, will be the beginning.”
Lady Scarlett’s expression as she spoke was colder than ever.
