Episode 76
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A flash of golden light rushed in. It was as if light itself was racing at a divine speed. The first time I faced a knight since my previous life, I was confronted by an Avatar user.
But this was ‘Dale’s World’. The world of death that projected the cold and darkness of that white and dark winter night. The arena that imprisoned the two.
The significance of the act of projecting the world of ideas when a wizard exerts his power. It is like building a ‘fortress of the wizard’.
For example, a single 6th Circle who doesn’t 100% understand the meaning… … In the case of ordinary Magic Tower Elders, they only amplify their mental images, strengthen their formulas, and increase the purity of their magical color for the purpose of optimizing their spells. However, Dale’s case was different.
The world of ideas… … Because I understand the true meaning of the ‘Fortress of the Magician’ and know how to utilize its power.
In the first place, magicians do not train with the purpose of being active in war. Even if their power is of a supernatural nature, and no matter how high their circle is, they do not specialize their thoughts in battle.
For example, like the elders of the 6th circle who were defeated by Dale after their previous life.
They were merely ‘scholars’ who had been granted powers slightly greater than those of ordinary people.
Even if the principles of the science they pursue are horrific and cruel, and even if they have acquired supernatural powers that ordinary people cannot even dream of, in the first place, a scholar cannot win against a warrior.
However, the ‘world’ shown by the best battle magicians who fell into the hands of the warriors in the past. A magician who does not hesitate to become a warrior. A high-ranking magician who has reached the level of 6th circle or higher.
Dale remembered the very form of the ‘world prepared for battle’ they had shown him.
The true power of the world, a fortress built by wizards solely for the purpose of battle.
A world of slaughter. The ultimate realm that can become a fortress in itself.
And then there were the attackers rushing in to bring down that fortress.
Virgin Aurelia, the golden valkyrie.
A battle between knights and wizards of a high level. It was a siege in itself.
A chilling cold and darkness swept in, blocking the path of the rushing virgin Aurelia.
At the same time.
Swish!
─ Kyahahahahaha!
A pitch-black tentacle sank down.
To Dale’s ears, it was the pure, unblemished laughter of a young girl.
“■■■■──!”
To the virgin Aurelia, it was nothing more than the howls of some otherworldly monster.
‘… … !’
The golden Valkyrie swung her sword. Golden light swirled. A sword that purifies the ugly, cuts through the darkness, and brings the dawn.
The sword cut off the tentacle of ‘Shub’, and a dark liquid, black as tar, sprayed out from it. Right in front of her nose.
Taat!
But as if ignoring the laws of physics, the virgin Aurelia stopped charging and kicked the ground to gain distance.
To avoid the essence of evil and impurity that even the golden armor of the Virgin could not do anything about.
“──This is my territory.”
Immediately afterwards, Dale’s ‘shadow cloak’ disguised as a black surcoat began to flutter madly.
At the bottom of the night, which was dyed pure white, a lake of darkness spread out. At the same time, the 《Shadow Lurkers》 crouching in the shadows simultaneously emitted their thorny tentacles.
At Dale’s side, a girl with black goat horns lifted the hem of her dress. A stream of pitch-black tentacles swooped down.
Tentacle Hell.
The ‘world full of malice’ was spewing out its malice without restraint. However, the virgin Aurelia was not fazed.
Leaving behind the ominous sight of the child in front of him, as if he were seeing the seed of evil.
He just swings his golden sword silently.
It is not a holy sword. It is the sword of a nameless soldier. However, in front of the brilliant gold surrounding the sword, even the light of the holy sword feels fleeting.
Like the light of dawn raising its head through the darkness of dawn.
Light swirled before the golden Valkyrie, the baptism of tentacles plunging down to r**e the maiden.
“… … !”
There was nothing left.
sweep.
Even the Lake of Darkness was no exception, just as a river dries up and becomes exhausted, revealing its bottom.
‘It’s not easy after all.’
An opponent that you can’t guarantee victory against even if you give it your all. And the ‘Three Circle Wizard’ once again began to accelerate the circle of his heart. Three circles, and the pitch-black tentacles that wrapped around those circles… … The ‘Book of the Black Goat’.
The magical power emanating from the two black sources spread throughout Dale’s world.
To transform the white and dark winter night scenery into your own fortress.
Knights sharpen their swords with the aim of standing on the battlefield thoroughly. Therefore, what knights project onto their swords, armor, and bodies is the ‘idea of slaughter’ they have accumulated. Even if it is a power they have acquired through revelation from the goddess, it would be no different.
warrior.
A mere scholar can never win against a warrior. But Dale was never a mere scholar.
“… … !”
For a moment, a look of caution appeared on the face of the virgin Aurelia. She turned her back and the golden Valkyrie swung her sword.
Kaang!
The nameless swords of the Virgin clashed. With what?
It was the Black Blade.
“… … !”
The pitch-black Auror Blade, the symbol of the House of Saxony. The sword of the Death Knight, who is armed with the black armor of the Night Raven Knight, with nothing but bones remaining. A sword imbued with enough power to block the single sword of the Avatar ability user, the Holy Maiden.
The knight with the black sword rushed forward and swung his sword towards the virgin.
It is not a corpse that was revived as the ‘material’ of the Night Raven Knight. In this world, such restrictions had no meaning.
This is a world where wizards project their own thoughts, and Dale is the god of this world.
Dale had the capacity to make it possible.
A level that even a mere scholar, a 6th Circle elder, would not dare to dream of.
──A white and dark winter night.
In that place where light sleet was falling and the cold and darkness was swirling, the immortal army was gradually revealing itself one by one.
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The Death Knights, who hold the Black Sword of Saxony, protect their lord and ‘Master of the World’.
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Death Knights built up with the power of thought. What is projected on each of them is the inaction of those who were once called warriors.
After raising Death Knight, he became the captain of the Black Armor Company and accumulated endless data. The essence of the sword, accumulated through countless trials and errors while training with the sword genius Charlotte.
The ‘formula’ that melted that very essence was overlaid on top of the Death Knight.
“Automatic formula”.
Although it is still at the test level, it is a perfect opponent to use in the first real match.
‘How far can you stand?’
For the first time, he was facing an unconventional strongman with all his might. Against him, Dale was now displaying more than 100% of his power without any reserves.
In the overclocking of the circles that seem to burst the heart, each circle is accelerating at thousands of RPM. As if that wasn’t enough, the pitch-black tentacles are claiming to be another ‘black source’ and are injecting power into the heart and circles.
Now, Dale was the master and god of this world.
However, he is neither omniscient nor omnipotent. In order to exert power, he must expend a corresponding amount of magic power.
And raising a Death Knight of this scale and projecting the automated formulas into each of them while imbuing them with the warrior’s powers isn’t free.
His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst. But regardless, Dale raised his head.
At the same time.
─ Ah, brother… … .
A girl with black goat horns wrapped her arms around Dale’s shoulders as if she couldn’t stand the love.
As if her thin, white fingers were caressing Dale’s cheek.
“… … !”
But to the virgin Aurelia, it simply looked like a swarm of hideous tentacles wrapping around Dale.
A scene of a disgusting otherworldly monster with tentacles coiling around it, dripping a dark, black mucus like coal tar.
I turned my back on the nauseating sight and grabbed the hilt of my sword.
“──I guess.”
Aureliagam kf, shining the golden frost of her sword, attacked the knights of the Black Sword who were rushing in from all directions.
“It seems like it would be difficult to deal with Confucius ‘appropriately’ any longer.”
“I don’t care about that much.”
“I do not wish to betray the favor of the prince who handed me over to Rangs.”
The golden Valkyrie spoke.
“If you continue to exert your power, I will not be able to guarantee your life, Your Majesty.”
“I was prepared for this from the beginning.”
Dale answered.
“But before that, there’s something I want to ask you.”
“Please speak.”
“Whoever becomes the king of the new kingdom of Britannia, do you think he will be a good king?”
“… … !”
“It is so sad to see the Virgin trying so desperately to hand over the throne to Charles VII.”
Dale asked blandly.
“He must be a saintly king beyond reproach.”
“… … .”
“You must care about the people suffering from the tyranny of the empire, know justice, and truly care about the future of the kingdom.”
Dale said.
“Is it worth it?”
And the virgin Aurelia could understand the meaning behind that question. It was not a question. The young eldest son of the Saxon family already knew the answer.
The true identity of the man called Charles VII.
“Just because that man was born into royal blood… … .”
Everything else seems to be fine.
“Do you, Holy Virgin, intend to give up all of this country to that man?”
“It is not my role to think.”
“No, Lady Aurelia, you will have to think about it.”
That’s it again.
“About the meaning of the words ‘I will save the Kingdom of Britannia’ as desired by the Sistine Sisters.”
“As I said.”
But the virgin Aurelia didn’t care.
“I am simply carrying out the ‘will of the Goddess.’”
To save the kingdom from the tyranny of the empire and hand over the throne to the most worthy. And Charles VII was worthy. He was born with royal blood and was born with the gift of nature.
“Are you calling yourself a puppet of heaven?”
Puppet of the sky.
Although her expression was obscured by the golden helmet, it was impossible to read it. However, even in this world where the cold air swirled around, I could feel the air in the area freezing.
“Our destiny is not our own.”
Said the virgin Aurelia.
“That is so true.”
Dale nodded without denying it either. It was very similar to what Dale had said to Lord Yoness earlier.
There is no such thing as destiny that we can change with our own hands.
“But just as destiny is not ours.”
Nevertheless, Dale said,
“Likewise, it is not ‘heavenly’ either.”
As if you could never become a ‘puppet of the sky’.
“… …Is that so?”
At those words, the virgin Aurelia silently nodded. She then fixed her grip on the nameless sword.
“Then, I guess the conversation ends here.”
A golden vortex swirled around her feet. Six wings made of light spread out.
Suddenly, it was no longer even the golden Valkyrie. The executioner of the god was there.
Seraph, the angel of wisdom.
“■■■■■■■■──!”
At the same time, a girl with black goat horns let out the most terrifying scream in the world.
