Episode 47
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Elizabeth, the noble lady of the Zodiac, was a very lucky woman.
Of all people, it was none other than the bloody Duke… … Marquis Yuris who secretly invited me!
One of the five heroes of the empire, including the warrior of the other world and the holy swordsman, and the most handsome man in the empire. There aren’t many women who would refuse the advances of such a man.
Because Marquis Yuris was the very definition of a prince that many ladies of the zodiac could only dream of.
In a state of ecstasy, as if a prince had come to greet her on a white horse, Elizabeth accepted the secret meeting with the Marquis Julius without hesitation.
In the deep dawn when not a single star can be seen, alone with no one around.
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The wind blew.
Dale walked through the bone-chilling wind.
He left behind the silent death knights, holding the Black Sword of Saxony behind Dale.
It was a one-on-one duel between the two. In fact, it was no different from a showdown that would put an end to the battle.
“Ghaaaaaa!”
The Orc Warboss stomped the ground with a roar.
Choaack!
The double-edged axe in his hand swung, and the blood and brain matter on it scattered in all directions.
‘It has both weight and speed.’
Absurdly strong, and absurdly fast. A strength built up from the body of a fighter given to him from birth, without relying on magic or aura.
Dale easily moved the cold air currents to form a shield of ice.
Clang!
The axe slammed into his ice wall, causing an explosion as it shattered it.
Shard Magnum. But in front of the ice shards swirling around like blades, the Ork Warboss’s movements show no hesitation.
‘… … !’
The ice magic had no stopping power at all and the distance was shortened.
An outrageous recklessness that even Dale could not have predicted.
I quickly lowered my stance and dashed towards the Orc Warboss, weaving in and out of the way, trying to get into range of his axes, dodge his attacks, and exploit the gap to strike.
The icy blade of the axe and Dale’s body meet precariously. A vein is drawn along his cheek.
The shadow blades orbiting around Dale all rushed towards the Orc Warboss. A dozen swords made of darkness, without lifting a finger.
The dark sword swung from the orc warboss’s bosom. After the swing, the shadow blades shattered like glass and scattered in all directions.
Before I knew it, I had become a ‘shadow bullet’ that had been elaborately polished. The scattered bullets were fired all at once.
You could call it sword and magic, or sword and gun.
The two attacks merged and flowed together, the living malevolence of darkness plunging down upon the Ork Warboss.
Choaack!
Dark swords tore through his flesh, shadow bullets pierced through his wounds.
‘I got sucked in.’
The Ork Warboss roared again, leaving behind a stream of blood.
It was no ordinary roar. It was a cry filled with the pride of a warrior and the determination to never kneel until the very end.
“Keeeeeek!”
At the roar that seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart, the ‘shadows’ writhing within the Orc Warboss’s body were frightened. They ran away in fear and turned back towards Dale’s ‘shadow cloak’.
Dale clicked his tongue, leaving behind a crowd of shadows cowering in the shadows beneath his feet.
The Orc Warboss has no more reason left.
Going berserk.
‘It’s come.’
The Orc Warboss charged forward, burning life. With each swing of his axe blade, he could feel the burning annihilation of life.
‘fast.’
Swinging, swinging, and swinging again. Dale narrowly avoided the endless attacks and focused his consciousness.
I left the shadowy hordes cowering silently at my feet, terrified at the orc warboss’s rage.
The three circles began to accelerate endlessly.
300rpm, 1,000rpm, 2,000rpm… …as if the RPM of a motorcycle increases rapidly.
Moreover, that was not all of Dale’s ‘source of magic’.
A tentacle that has taken deep root between the heart and the circle. Another source of darkness that Dale possesses.
『The Book of the Black Goat』.
Dark magic processed and refined from two ‘black sources’.
The absurdly high concentration of black magic that Dale had worked so hard to process seeped into the terrified Shadow Cloak.
He recalls the shadow cloak’s powers, displayed by the owner of this artifact, the high-ranking demon Dale had once defeated. The shadow writhing beneath his feet was no ordinary pyramid like it is now.
‘It’s not enough yet.’
Dale steeled his resolve as he turned to the swarm of weak shadows squirming along his feet, whipping away at them with dark magic.
‘It has to be more brutal, more evil, more horrible.’
That day, Dale showed the real reason why he wore the dark artifact ‘Shadow Cloak’ without any hesitation.
It was just then.
─ Should I help you?
A voice is heard. From within Dale’s heart, whispering to him.
It was a girl’s voice.
‘It’s not your time to come out yet.’
Dale shook his head, remembering the tentacles writhing beneath the hem of her dress.
It was too risky to borrow her power in front of the Black Knight, Lord Helmut, and everyone in the North.
‘… … !’
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At Dale’s refusal, he felt as if a tentacle was squeezing his heart. Why at this time? Dale braced himself, imagining the worst that she might go berserk at any moment.
It was just then.
─ I like my brother’s world.
The Book of the Black Goat answered.
─ I will never do anything that my brother hates.
As if to tell you not to worry.
─ So, play with me as much as you want.
The voice of an innocent girl is heard, with a malice that is almost cruel, yet untainted by any trace of dust.
Phew!
“Keeeeeek!”
At the same time, the shadow beneath my feet began to scream.
It was not the roar of a warrior, full of determination, like that of an Orc Warboss.
It was just the most horrible scream in the world.
Choaaaak!
At the same time, a shadow began to spread out along Dale’s feet. And it wasn’t just a shadow.
It was a wave of darkness that swallowed up the area beneath my feet.
A dark lake spread out beneath the feet of Dale and the Orc Warboss, flooding the area.
There were gasps of breath everywhere.
“Oh, Your Majesty… … !”
“What the heck is that!”
Even the Duke of Saxony and Lord Helmuth were no exception. To the others, the shock shown by Dale’s appearance must have been indescribable.
Even the elders of the Black Tower were no exception.
On the dark lake with rippling waves, the Orc Warboss stomped the ground. However, Dale watched the opponent’s rush without moving at all. He was aware of the ‘dark realm’ he could feel under his feet.
‘This is my territory.’
I waved my hand.
Choaack!
Beneath the Lake of Darkness, after a period of silence, the ‘lurker’ began to raise his head.
Breaking the gently rippling waves of shadow.
What came up?
It wasn’t even in the shape of a sword, magic, or bullet. It was just a tentacle that was sharp and pointy like a thorn.
《Shadow Lurker》.
Shadow Lurker. A dark creature that lurks in the shadows, awaiting its prey.
And the dark lake that Dale had spread was the ‘habitat of the Shadow Lurkers’.
The Shadow Cloak’s ability and third form. Shadow Creature.
The countless spiked tentacles released by the ‘Shadow Lurkers’ sank down on the Ork Warboss. They sank helplessly into the flesh of the Ork Warboss, far above his steel armor, like a fork being thrust into a tender steak.
“Ghhhhhhhhhh-!”
There was no escape for the Orc Warboss. Not even movement was allowed. No matter how much he struggled and struggled, he would not be able to escape the spiked tentacles of the Shadow Lurkers that were emerging from all directions.
Right here, on the Lake of Darkness.
Crunch! Crunch!
Shadow tentacles continued to strike down. With a thud, a double-edged axe swung toward Dale.
Dale remained silent, not even moving, as the axe blade swung right in front of his nose.
With the double-edged axe swinging in front of him, the dark tentacles rose again and pinned the orc warboss’s arms. Binding the arms, binding the legs, binding the torso and shoulders. After binding, they stabbed him with sharp, thorny tentacles.
Like some grotesque object, countless tentacles tore and grabbed the Ork Warboss.
Green blood splattered everywhere.
The Shadow Lurker’s barbed tentacles dug in, tearing the wounds and causing intestines to spill out.
Dale looked at the orc warboss with an emotionless expression.
Suddenly, the roar stopped. All that was left was an empty sound, like the wind being let out.
The Orc Warboss looked helplessly at Dale.
The great migration of demons.
In order to survive, he led his group out of the ‘Demon King’s Territory’ and crossed the White Mountains… … and right here, in the upper reaches of the Saxony River, his struggle for survival finally came to an end. Together with his compatriots.
The end of the journey.
The orc horde was defeated not because they were evil, but because they were simply weak.
It is not the survivors who are strong. In the first place, the weak cannot survive.
Survival of the fittest. That’s the law of this world.
The Demon King, the Divine Sword, and even his past self eventually died and collapsed because they had no strength. The Orc Warboss is no exception.
I turn my head away, leaving behind an inexplicable bitterness.
Among the corpses of the orcs strewn everywhere, countless northern warriors could be seen looking at Dale.
The nobles and knights of the North, and the people of Saxony, who had just watched the battle.
Silence followed.
Because in the midst of Dale’s overwhelming powerlessness, no one dares to raise a voice.
Sreung!
At that very moment, the Death Knights of Dale, who had just slaughtered the elite Orcs, all knelt down, slashing the black swords they were holding vertically into the floor.
Kuung!
At the same time, the nobles and knights of the area began to kneel one after another, thrusting down their swords.
“His Majesty has defeated the Orc Warboss!”
“The victory of the Black Prince!”
“Prince Dale has won!”
“Wow!”
As if the silence until just now had been a lie, a deafening roar of victory rang out.
The notoriety and fear of the name ‘Black Prince’ was given a new awe.
As the guardian of the North who defeated the leader of the Orc horde against the great migration of the Demons, and as the rightful successor to the Duke of Saxony.
The battle ended like that.
