Side story episode 23
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“Mother’s revenge.”
The devil in Mikhail’s guise spoke, and Dale smiled quietly and bitterly.
“You deserve it.”
As Dale once did, there is nothing strange about the karma coming back. Just as the world does not change, the chain of revenge continues without stopping, chasing its own tail.
Michael Lancaster, armed with red and white armor, rose from his throne. Looking at him, Dale asked.
“Why are you wearing Michael Lancaster’s leather?”
“I have seen countless history, from before you brought down the Third Reich to now.”
“… … .”
“Just as my brother remembers history through the Book of Blood, I am writing my own history based on the information engraved in the genes of living things.”
Michael Lancaster said.
Just because the Fourth Empire and Dale are gone, that doesn’t mean everyone from that era has disappeared. And after countless years have passed, and now that we’ve arrived at this place, the ghosts of the past have once again appeared before Dale.
“Humans are beings who cannot learn anything from history.”
“Oh, unfortunately I am not human.”
Michael Lancaster, and the devil of evolution laughed.
“The history of humanity is the history of possibility. The possibility of their seeds blooming on this barren land, the possibility of not giving up and fighting in the face of the coming end, the struggle for life itself is the beauty of life and humanity. Just as you, the king of humans and the king of monsters, have done on this land.”
“… … .”
“And I have been recording the history of life up until the Ninth Empire, waiting for the time of vengeance to come. I have been quietly holding my breath, biding my time, desperately seeking answers to become the ‘ultimate creature’ that can reach you.”
Michael Lancaster said.
“He asked me why I looked like Mikhail.”
“That’s right.”
“The other world’s warrior was strong. But he couldn’t surpass the original you.”
“… … .”
“That’s why I turned to human history. The history of possibility. Michael Lancaster is the answer.”
He remembers the power he once displayed as an ‘Apostle of Fire and Light’ in front of Dale. As he said, Michael Lancaster was a formidable opponent who would grow to be more threatening than anything else to Dale at that time.
“Michael Lancaster had potential. In the history of life, he held the only possibility that could stand against you, the one who had been reborn from the Shadow Lord to the Black Gold Lord.”
That’s why I pulled out the root early. However, the root that should have been pulled out had come back to life in this place.
“Fortunately, my brother had recorded his existence in the history of blood. That’s why he was able to remember and reconstruct Mikhail’s life information, and impersonate him as Mikhail Lancaster.”
“Are you talking about Ray Uris’s ‘The Book of Blood’?”
“Ray Yuris, and Michael Lancaster. Even you, the greatest of all, feared that they would one day grow into the greatest threat, and they actually had the potential. That’s why you struck them down without hesitation.”
“It was a story from when I was immature.”
A history of blood and life.
“We were all immature. And, unfortunately, my name is no longer Michael Lancaster.”
The demon clad in red and white armor spoke.
“Then what?”
“Michael Yuris, that’s my name.”
“Are you and Ray Yuris close brothers?”
“I have honed this sword in Mikhail’s name since the day your existence disappeared into history. I have practiced for countless eons, pursuing the limits of the possibilities that reside within this child. While you and your empire were trapped in the ice of absolute zero, isolated from the world.”
‘Michael Yuris,’ said Dale, to which he returned coldly.
“… … From the beginning, the Ninth Empire and the Revolutionary Army were nothing more than puppets to suit your fancy.”
“Our brother has been waiting for you to awaken from the beginning. And not as one who has run away from the world, but as the Lord of Black Gold, as you once were.”
“So I faced Lize and helped her revive the old empire?”
“From the beginning, the one I had to defeat was the ‘Black Prince’, the Shadow Monarch, and furthermore, the Black Gold Monarch. Not a coward who turned his back on the world and ran away.”
“… … .”
“And what I have before me is, without a doubt, the ‘Black Prince’, Dale of Saxony. I have been waiting for this moment.”
“… … This is a long story.”
After hearing that, Dale waved his hand as if he had lost interest.
“Nothing will change. What do you think the ghosts of the past can do to me now?”
The god of meaninglessness spoke, as if to turn all meaning in the world into nothingness.
“As I said, humans are creatures of possibility.”
Just then, a red-and-white aura began to swirl around Mikhail Yuris’ feet.
“In an age when magic was dying, was it still possible to use Auror Avatars?”
“You said that magic was dying?”
At those words, Mikhail Yuris scoffed coldly.
“Unfortunately, the magic of this world is not dying.”
The mana in the air was fading, the magic towers were losing their color, and the knights’ auras were no longer as brilliant as they once were. That was the era when magic was dying, or so I thought.
“… … !”
As an apostle of fire and light, an absurd light exploded as if facing the corona of the sun.
“no way…….”
Like the sun, it illuminated this world, and a flame of destruction rivaling the heat of the sun began to engulf Mikhail Yuris’ body.
An aura of an absurd level that is difficult to imagine even in Dale’s world.
“I have devoured the mana of this world without fail every single day, accumulating it in my body’s aura. Just like my brother. Even as countless empires have been built and destroyed over countless years.”
“… … .”
“While my brother, Ray Yuris, was devouring the colors and magic powers of all the remaining magic towers in the world, I was devouring the swords and auras of all the remaining knights in the world.”
The endless hunger and longing of the vampire clan, the Yuris clan, was manifested there in the form of a ‘sword’.
And perhaps Ray Uris too, satisfied that hunger and longing in the form of ‘magic’.
The sight he had shown Dale, that ominous premonition, had come true.
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“Meanwhile, the people of the world began to mistakenly believe that magic was dying out.”
Ironically, the one who claimed to be a member of the vampire clan was wearing the armor of dawn that illuminated the darkness of dawn.
The demon of evolution.
Throughout the history of life, the ultimate creature that could defeat the Black Gold Monarch has been sought after, and now its form has finally been revealed.
The one who had the potential to defeat the ‘Black Prince’, possessed Mikhail’s body and pursued the end of possibility that he had to reach.
So, just as Dale is not the ‘Black Prince’ of his immature days, Mikhail is no different.
Mikhail Yuris, the Lord of Fire and Light.
Against him, the Lord of Black Gold, Lord of Gold and Shadow, Dale, stretched out his arms.
Nothing would change.
At his feet, pitch-black tentacles squirmed, and a lake of shadows unfolded. Darkness descended upon the world.
Even in that darkness, there was a knight of dawn shining brightly. Burning like blood, sometimes scattering the light of dawn that burned pure white.
The pitch-black tentacles surged forward, and the aura of dawn wrapped around Mikhail Yuris engulfed the darkness.
“Hoo.”
At that sight, Dale finally smiled with interest.
In this world, for the first time, there was a match who could match his strength. That fact began to ignite an unknown flame in Dale’s heart.
“I have waited for this day, without even a single promise, to fight you.”
“Then I too should join in on the fun.”
Dale replied coldly, saying so.
At the same time, the bones of knights made of darkness rose from the lake of shadows.
Abyss Knight.
Knights made of the darkness of the abyss rushed forward all at once, and Dale stretched out his arm. A chilling coldness swept from his fingertips, and bullets of ice scattered.
He couldn’t even remember when he last projected and scattered magical decorations. Nevertheless, Dale was willing to stick to his old fighting style in front of Mikhail Yuris.
Dale couldn’t tell whether it was proper etiquette to show in front of an old rival or just a momentary entertainment.
An ice bolt imbued with the coldness of the apocalypse was fired, and the Sword of Dawn in Mikhail’s hand blocked it.
It wasn’t the old warrior’s beloved sword, Peacemaker.
“Did you get your hands on a new sword?”
“It took a lot of work to sharpen this sword.”
And then Mikhail fixed the hilt of his sword, showing off the frost shining along the blade. And he could see that the magic embedded in the sword was no ordinary thing.
“What is the name of the sword?”
“Lucifer.”
The ghost of the past, the era of Asura where Dale once fought against unfathomable powers. The powerhouse of that time has once again appeared before him.
At the same time, Mikhail Yuris kicked the ground. The Sword of Dawn, ‘Morning Star’, in his hand swung, and in response, Dale scattered the primordial darkness and created the ‘Black Sword’.
“Does that sword have a name?”
“despair.”
Dale answered, blandly, as if denying the light of the Morning Star of Hope.
“I, too, know a lot about possibilities. The darkness that the old dark mother gave me is proof of that.”
In the beginning there was darkness. Not light. There was darkness that could have been anything, and by shaping that darkness the world was born.
That is why darkness is the first possibility.
To say that humans are creatures of possibility is ultimately no different from saying that humans are creatures of darkness.
There was a demon of hope who held the Sword of the Morning Star and pursued the only possibility against an opponent he could never defeat.
And to face that demon, the king of men took up the pitch-black sword. The apostle of despair, who covered the primordial darkness that could become anything, and denied all forms of meaning and possibility.
The morning star of hope and the sword of despair clashed.
