Episode 59
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Duchy of Saxony.
The night was deep, and in the darkness they moved. The hard-line elders of the Black Tower, who did not hesitate to become monsters of truth, to carry out the Black Temple.
“For the Black Tower.”
“And for the Lord of the Black Tower.”
They had only one mission to accomplish.
When he was married to his beloved woman and Dale was born, the ‘Black Tower Lord’ they knew died in the warmth of his family. And with his death, the idea of the Black Tower also died.
That’s why I will eliminate the warmth of family that weakened the Black Tower and revive the monsters of that time.
“Elena of Saxony, Lise of Saxony, and… … .”
“The Black Prince is no exception.”
Even if Dale had the greatest talent in the Empire and was destined to become the successor to the Black Tower Lord, that child was the one who had the most powerful influence on the ‘weakness of the Black Tower Lord’.
The hardliner elders of the Black Tower, who had made their resolution, opened their mouths in unison.
“The truth will set you free (Veritas vos liberabit).”
The ‘Death Knights’ lined up endlessly behind them adjusted their sword hilts. The black sword of House Saxony in the Death Knights’ hands radiated a black and pale frost towards the Duke’s house to which they were supposed to be loyal and serve.
Aura Blade of Black.
The Black Temple has begun.
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The attack began in the darkness of dawn.
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Dang, dang, dang.
The bell of the Saxon duchy, which rarely rings, was ringing. It was an alarm signaling an enemy attack.
“It’s the enemy! It’s the enemy!”
“Arm yourselves and prepare for the attack!”
“Get into combat stance and draw your sword immediately!”
Enemy. Not in Saxony, but in the center of the city, the alarm for an enemy attack suddenly rang out from the Saxony Duchy Castle. It could only mean one thing. Those who could enter the Saxony Duchy Castle without any suspicion.
They are the elders of the Black Tower.
And even the death knights they lead.
The proud Night Raven Knights of the House of Saxony took up their swords against their enemies, the immortal knights who, like them, were armed with the black armor of the House of Saxony and who never rested or stopped.
Towards my old comrades who wield the pitch-black aura blade.
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There was a girl who devoted herself to swordsmanship alone until deep into the morning.
She was a girl who was fully armed with black armor, wearing a custom-made Night Raven Knight’s armor and holding a Saxon double-handed sword.
“… … .”
When the bells of the castle rang to announce the arrival of the enemy, Charlotte felt no hesitation.
Thinking and calculating are not the role of a knight. The virtue of a knight lies solely in execution. So it was time to take up her heavy sword and execute her duty as a knight.
In swordsmanship, the girl with the greatest talent in the empire comes to test her mettle.
“Wait, Dale.”
Charlotte Orhart, daughter of the Divine Sword, whispered softly.
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Why are the elders of the Black Tower attacking the Saxon Duke’s castle while the Black Tower Lord is absent?
Why is the Death Knight, who should be trustworthy above all else, swinging his greatsword at the Night Raven Knight of House Saxony?
It’s likely that the hardliners of the Black Tower who reject the Black Tower system are staging some kind of coup.
But for Sir Helmut Blackbear, the Mad Sword of the Continent, who stands at the top of the Night Raven Knights, that was not a very important fact.
As Charlotte Orchardt puts it, thinking and calculating are not the role of a knight.
To wield his sword for his lord. To eliminate enemies and protect his lord and his blood relatives even at the cost of his life.
It’s execution.
That is why Sir Helmut the Light Sword took hold of his beloved sword, Madness. He aimed it at the Death Knights who dared to hold the Black Sword of Saxony and began to pour into the corridors of the castle, and further at the Elders of the Black Tower who were walking under their escort.
“Lightsword Helmut… …!”
“You guys dare.”
The North’s strongest knight, Sir Helmut, opened his mouth.
“You have no fear in raising the Saxon sword against my lord, and you have tarnished the honor of our proud knights of the Night Ravens.”
Sir Helmut Blackbear muttered, accelerating the black aura within his body as if it was exploding.
“How dare you, how dare you, how dare you… …!”
With a mad roar that seemed to tear the heavens and the earth apart.
“I will tear your flesh and bones to shreds!”
Crunch, crunch! Crunch!
At the same time, something began to go wrong.
Sir Helmut’s black armor began to buckle as it could not handle the rampage of his body, which was growing larger as if the steel plates of the armor were exploding. No, it didn’t buckle.
The black heavy armor also twists and distorts along with the shape of the body… … .
──Sir Helmut Blackbear’s rampaging body and black armor were merging.
There is a saying that magic is the power to turn imagination into reality, and furthermore, ‘a sword that has reached a high level is indistinguishable from magic.’ Therefore, the power to turn imagination into reality is by no means the exclusive property of magicians.
In the case of swordsmen who have reached the pinnacle of sword and aura as knights, they can infuse their thoughts into their swords and exert portrait powers similar to those of magicians.
Just as each wizard who has reached a high level has his or her own world of thoughts.
A knight can transform into the ultimate fighting form by projecting his thoughts solely onto his ‘sword, armor’ and ‘body’.
The armor of thought.
Avatar.
Like a man whose pitch-black steel armor, his rampaging body, and the great sword he holds in his hand have all fused together, transforming into a ‘black, heavily armored monster’.
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There was a heavily armored tank in human form there, emitting a pitch-black aura, the hilt of his black greatsword ‘Madness’ and his arm fused together.
“Even death will not forgive your foolishness… …!”
The black-armored monster kicked the ground and roared. The ‘black greatsword’ that had been reborn as a part of its body was swung.
Phew!
“I will kill you, I will tear every bone in your body apart!”
The pitch-black light warrior shouted.
Kwah! Kwah!
It felt like a ridiculous sense of intimidation, as if a large tank had taken the form of a human being. It was an overwhelming sense of intimidation, as if an armored vehicle was charging and trampling a single infantry unit.
It was no metaphor. Sir Helmut’s body was an armored car itself, made of black armor.
The Death Knights, boasted by the elders of the Black Tower, were being slaughtered like mere soldiers.
Sir Helmut’s greatsword ‘Madness’ was swung, and each time, the Death Knight’s flesh and bones were torn apart beyond recognition, leaving even his brother unrecognizable.
“The mad dog of the Duke of Saxony… …!”
The elders of the Black Tower clicked their tongues at the sight.
Even the endless barrage of Death Knights could not do anything to him, and even the dark magic poured down by the elders of the Black Tower could not dare to penetrate his black heavy armor.
A body clad in black armor that is not easily affected by even the magic of the 6th Circle Elder. Even wizards who have reached the pinnacle of magic are just ‘mere wizards’ in front of a knight who uses an avatar.
Moreover, the ending that would occur if a single wizard gave way to a knight was needless to say.
Blood was splattered.
The black armored berserker roared, covered in splattered blood.
Even the Black Tower Elders of the 6th Circle could not help but feel fear in the face of that awe.
A black-armored monster that runs, destroying everything that blocks its path.
In front of him, the elders of the black tower simultaneously unfolded the ‘World of Thought’.
The greatest monster in the North, guarding the Duchy of Saxony.
The role of the elders here was to tie the monster’s legs, and they had no expectation of being able to survive and win.
Just pour in your utmost power to tie up this monster’s legs until their comrades finish their mission within the castle. Be prepared to become martyrs for the Black Crusade.
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Dale was running through the halls of the castle, guarding the things he had in his hands.
It was just then.
In the castle hallway, a familiar shadow blocked his path. The adopted son of the Bloody Duke, the successor to the Red Tower, was there.
‘Ray Yuris… …!’
Why at a time like this? Dale clicked his tongue inwardly and asked coldly.
“Are you here to block my path?”
“Why do you think so? Aren’t we friends?”
Ray Yuris asked back, as if he couldn’t understand.
“It seems that the elders of the Black Tower have divided their forces into several groups and entered the castle.”
“… … .”
“It looks like it will be Sir Helmut Blackbear’s job to stop the main force… … Meanwhile, there will be three or four people trying to infiltrate the upper floors of the castle.”
After assessing the situation calmly.
“And I am willing to fight for my friends.”
Revealing his bio-fusion artifact, the Dragon’s Jawbone, with two circles revolving around his heart.
‘A mere 2nd circle wizard can stop the elder of the Black Tower?’
It won’t even be a match. But being the son of the Bloody Duke is not a title that was given to him for free.
‘I guess there must be a corner that believes differently.’
Anyway, that wasn’t something to think about right now.
“……thanks.”
There was no reason to hesitate any longer. I simply left Ray Yuris behind and crossed the hallway, generating a dark blue magic power centered around my heart.
Things Dale must protect. For Dale’s mother and younger sister.
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At that moment, the red dome of the zodiac.
At the very top of the tower was the man. The one who reigned at the pinnacle of the Red Tower, the Bloody Duke, known as the Empire’s greatest red magician.
“Is Ray doing well?”
The woman next to the bloody ball opened her mouth, sipping the bloody liquid that was overflowing in the glass. She was a beauty with red hair.
“We shall have to wait and see, Lady Scarlett, my lovely sister.”
“Oh my. Sometimes, I worry that my brother’s expectations of Ray are too high.”
At Lady Scarlett’s words, the Bloody Ball silently sipped the bloody liquid in his hand. It wasn’t wine.
“Well, it tastes pretty good.”
The top floor of the Red Tower. Lady Scarlett turned her head and saw chunks of flesh hanging upside down like a pig slaughterhouse.
Blood was dripping from the body hanging on the hook, and underneath it was a bottle of wine containing blood.
At first glance, it might seem like a nobleman’s bad taste in taking the skin of an animal.
But the beings hanging from the metal hooks in the ceiling were not pigs at all. They were not even dead.
To the two siblings here, they were no different from pigs being slaughtered by humans.
Just as it is not so strange for humans to eat cows or pigs… … it is not strange at all for predators above humans to eat humans; it is the law of the food chain.
