Episode 426
Chapter 1
He was torturing Prince Bartomeu Tulcan.
They were using all sorts of torture techniques, starting with twisting the limbs and breaking the bones, similar to when they tortured the third prince.
Something strange happened.
Kugu-gung-!
There was a trembling in the sky.
I raised my head and looked at the sky. It was ghosts. There were so many ghosts coloring the sky.
I couldn’t count the numbers.
Because the original color of ghosts is closer to gray.
But how many must there have been for the sky to turn black?
He swept his chin with one hand.
Look at this.
If my senses are not mistaken, this is definitely Iskandar’s energy. However, it is a little different. Should I say that the concentration and feeling are different?
That was only for a moment.
There was another thud. This time it was the ground.
There was movement down there, deep down in the floor.
It’s coming up, wiggling.
Crunch.
Bones burst through the floor. Those who had been corpses, corpses with only flesh attached, rose up.
Creating ghosts and undead… … If someone saw me, they would think I was fighting our master.
That’s understandable, because this is a top-level technology.
If we look at the level of black magic, it is at least comparable to that of me and my teacher.
But I wasn’t surprised.
Because Iskandar was just like that.
Has that guy finally started to move?
He looked at the millions of ghosts descending from the sky, held the Heavenly Demon Sword in his hands, and grabbed Bartomeu Tulcan’s hair with his remaining hand.
This guy can never be killed easily. On this continent, Iskandar and this bastard will never be killed easily, even if the world falls apart.
If anyone tries to stop me or tells me to stop, I will catch them and tear their limbs apart to death. I am not joking. I am serious.
Then, the undead that was climbing up from the ground cracked and broke Bartomeu Tulcan’s leg.
There was no scream. Surprisingly, the Fourth Prince showed no reaction. It wasn’t that he had strong mental powers or anything. He was in a vegetative state. It was a torture technique that completely blocked his senses and mind and made him feel everything with only his eyes open.
That applies to him now.
I didn’t care any more than that.
He held the sword in his hands and stabbed it into the floor.
Crunch-!
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The skull of the ascending undead is shattered.
I looked up at the sky again.
The ghosts floating in the sky slowly stop moving.
And then it started to take shape. It was really quite disgusting.
Hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of ghosts writhing in the sky. This isn’t just creepy, it’s nauseating.
Now, let’s see. If I were Iskandar and were given a situation where I was dealing with a guy named Nara, what strategy would I use?
It’s simple. Just do two things thoroughly.
First, it drains your energy.
I have been cutting for about 6 days now without sleeping. It is strange that I am not tired. The second is to seal my mouth.
When I use the Wind Forest Fire Mountain, I must speak the words with my mouth. That is how the technique was created, and Iskandar knows the rules.
I think you have a chance of winning if you block it. The second half of the 4th form requires preparation time, so if you drain the first one too much, you can prepare for it or avoid it.
In other words, this current situation is exactly what Iskandar intended.
“This might be dangerous.”
I was laughing as I said that.
Ghosts were flying towards me. It was spectacular.
Slowly opened the door to my soul.
Kookung. Kook.
The ghosts coming down from the sky were formed like black strings.
A huge string rushing towards me alone.
I didn’t kick the seat or anything. There was no need to do that.
The mana from the void entered my body. It was absorbed and rotated. It was formulated and manifested.
Dismissal, dismissal.
The sound of lightning flashing rang out.
It is a soul magic that further upgrades the current, 10-circle magic Lightning World.
I graduated from magic. I just didn’t use it because I didn’t have to, but if I need to, I use magic too. Just like now.
“[Thunder].”
Lightning shot out from my body and covered the surroundings. Lightning shot out like flower buds and covered all directions.
Pazicic- Pazicic!
The sky, which had been dyed black, turned yellow. Sparks flew everywhere. Ghosts writhed in pain. But that was it.
He just struggled but didn’t die.
Lightning shot out in all directions, restricting the movements of millions of ghosts. That seemed to be all.
Light shines down on the dark sky.
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Kururung. The sound of thunder echoed everywhere.
I stretched out my hand in the lightning current.
The light warriors look up to the sky. The undead look up to the sky.
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Briefly, he recited the oracle.
“[Disappear.]”
Those simple words spread out like waves, and the sky, which had become clouds of lightning, responded.
Kugugugugugu-!!
There was a tremendous tremor. The nation of Tulcan itself began to tremble. No, it was the shaking of the continent.
The vibration soon became an explosion.
Tukwaaaa …
The black sky clears with a loud noise.
Ghostly fragments fall and spread out across the ground.
Gray dust covered the undead.
At least, right now I feel like everyone around me is shivering.
Fear, awe.
Honestly, I’m sick of this now. And since it’s dragged on like this, it should end.
I turned my head to look at the Fourth Prince who had become a vegetable, and his eyes started trembling. I was the one who was surprised.
This is almost a miracle.
How surprised and astonished must one be to move one’s eyes when one cannot move one’s body by will.
“You can’t see this even if you pay money. You’ll be happy to be treated like a VIP.”
Of course, there was no answer. He chuckled and pulled out the Heavenly Demon Sword that had been tucked into his waistband.
Slurp.
Soul Sword 2, Earth Realm.
If you’re just using the technique, you don’t need to draw your sword. However, if you hold it and unfold it, the effect is better.
I would say it’s easy to control.
It is not necessarily called a soul sword or spirit sword.
Next up, Kugu-gung!
The entire land of Tulcan shook. Martegas Square shook, and so did everything else.
Kung, thud.
Something strange was happening. The ground was moving and breaking apart.
A crack appeared from deeper than where the undead had crawled out. The huge crack spread out to the surrounding area.
Crash- It splits. The building collapses. The Black Gate, which had been collapsed in some places, also splits.
The height of the building, whether it was made of high-quality materials or not, didn’t matter. The whole thing was shaking.
He stuck the Heavenly Horse Sword into the floor.
Phew.
What happened next happened almost instantly.
Kwakwakwakwakwakwang-!!
The waves crashed and turned the land upside down in an instant as if it had become a sea.
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The undead, numbering in the millions, were slammed into the ground. The same was true for the berserkers.
Neither the surviving masters nor the cowardly soldiers hiding in a corner could be an exception.
Everyone was swept away by the crashing waves and buried under the ground.
And it was ongoing.
Kwakwakwakwakwakwang-!!
The loud noise resonates incessantly.
The earth is turned upside down, and the turned-up earth is turned upside down again. The true meaning of leveling the earth.
Despair rose everywhere. Many people gave up. And that was only for a moment.
After exactly six, exactly six, earth-shaking turns, the only people left alive were me and Bartomeu Tulcan, who was in my hands by the collar.
“Ah… … Ahh… … Aaaah-!”
Another surprise came when our Lord Bartomeu opened his mouth and let out a scream.
At this point, it’s almost like something that should be reported to the academic world.
The vegetative person has now regained his will by force. But it was possible. Because.
All that was in front of me now was ground. Just bare ground.
The capital of Tulcan has been turned upside down.
Buildings? Corpses? Undead? There were no traces. They were all buried under the ground. They were buried.
The Martega Square, the symbol of Tulcan, was gone. All that was around me was a huge expanse of land. That explains everything.
I turned Bartomeu’s head to the east.
The great imperial palace of Tulcan.
“I left one for you, thank you.”
Bartomeu’s trembling pants began to get wet. Not only that, a smell also began to rise.
I think I took a dump, but it’s a bit messy.
He patted the guy’s head and said.
“Okay, then shall we go meet that guy together?”
“… … Ahh… … Ahh… … .”
Certainly, once you start speaking, you will be able to use vocabulary little by little. Here is why I think so.
“Lord… … kill me… … please… … .”
I was begging like this.
I tapped the guy on the head again.
“I don’t expect any response, but let’s not tremble at the thought of a plague.”
Sweat was trickling down my forehead. I lightly wiped it away.
My stomach churned. It felt like blood was rising up to my esophagus. I swallowed it.
It’s a really strange situation.
My physical condition has reached this point, and the capital, the symbol, and the last bastion of Tulkan have fallen, yet our Lord Iskandar has not shown his face even once.
I shook my head roughly and shook off my thoughts. Is there anything to think deeply about?
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The energy felt in that castle is clearly the energy of Iskandar.
I moved to decorate the finale, holding Bartomeu’s hair in one hand.
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I kept walking.
I kept walking.
There was no need to increase the speed, because there were no more berserkers rushing at me.
The one who lives in the capital of this country called Tulkan is Iskandar, who can be felt in the imperial palace.
To be exact, ‘Iskandar’s Spirit’, me, and Barutomeu Tulcan, whose neck I have in my hands. And a few ordinary people.
I roughly counted them and there seem to be about 6 of them. As I said before, they weren’t mana users, but rather cooks, servants, maids, and things like that.
I didn’t care.
So we arrived in front of the Tulcan Imperial Palace.
Naturally, there was no one to stop it.
So I walked again.
To be honest, I’ve already been here once in a past life, so I’m not unfamiliar with the structure.
I walked as usual. I climbed the stairs.
How high was the imperial palace of Tulcan? Was it 400 meters?
It’s a bit ambiguous, with a few spires and such blown away, but that’s about it.
When we got about halfway up, about 200 meters, we stopped for a moment.
There was a place where I felt presence.
Headed there.
There were several rooms and I opened one of them.
“asleep-!”
At the same time, a dagger flies with a thin, sharp voice.
Let’s just lift Bartomeu up. Phew.
It gets stuck in his stomach.
“Kkung.”
“Hippup.”
The first sound of the pig being slit was Bartomeu’s voice, and the second was the voice of the woman who had swung the sword at me.
By the way, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.
When I see your face, it immediately comes to mind.
