Episode 812 Attendees (1)
When you kill one person, you are a murderer. When you killten,you are a slaughterer. When you kill a hundred, you are a victor.When you kill a thousand, you are a leader.When you kill ten thousand, you are a hero.When you kill one hundred thousand, you are a savior.When you kill a million, you are a ruler.When you kill ten million, you are a conqueror.
When you kill a Transcendent, it is the Transcendent.When you kill Transcendents, it is the Emperor.
When you kill more than that, you are a tyrant.
… … .
From negative to positive, and from positive back to negative.
As blood and death flowed across the continent, the words describing Akhand Lineage Tain Xerion changed. Oncethe hero the Kingdom of Xerion boasted, he became the Emperor of Xerion, expanding the War of the Transcendents and engulfing this world in turmoil.
The man knelt before the woman’s severed head, and the woman wept before the man’s severed head.
The parents sobbed while clutching the child’s severed head, and the child wept bitterly while gazing at their parents’ severed head.
However, Akand felt not the slightest bit of guilt. He swept away every human within his sight as if he were cleaning.It was worse than digging up anthills day in and day out to trample and kill the ants and their eggs. Because he didn’t even regard them as living beings.
Then who had to bear the responsibility for those countless deaths? Since Arkhand was also a child, his parents bore the guilt on his behalf.
Even if he did not know Akand’s hidden true nature, His Majesty was ultimately his father; and even if it was an inevitable course of events, His Majesty was the former king who personally bequeathed the throne to Akand. Andultimately, His Majesty was the mother who gave birth to Akand.
The two loved their family, their people, and their country. They loved peace, but they also knew how to love war to protect what was precious.Though they may have lacked competence as rulers, they were an altruistic king and queen.
So I could not bear the weight of the sin.
After visiting the city where the army commanded by Akand had been annihilated and witnessing the heads of nearly tens of thousands hanging on spear shafts, the Father and Mother returned to the Xerion Empire and hanged themselves.
As if to say it would no longer cling to life, the chair kicked away flew far away… and Father and Mother held hands tightly the entire time their legs were suspended in the air.
Leaving another child behind.
In fact, it was not that they turned away. It was because the two of them considered themselves sinners. Sinners who absolutely should not be forgiven or comforted.That is why they could not bring themselves to meet the second son, who was different from Akand.
I’m afraid I might want to live.
“…….”
The sinner of the fallen kingdom clutched the obsidian plate hanging around his neck tightly. He breathed silently. Beneath that hand, he could feel the gentle pulsation of the ‘ancient artifact’ embedded in the center of his chest, hidden by his armor.
The right arm, right leg, and torso are with the Theocracy of Luas. The left arm, left leg, and head are with the Glory of the Corpse. Now, all that remains is war.
I have absolutely no idea how the Glory of the Dead intends to seize the bodies in the Ruas Theocracy.
However, there is no doubt that that time is not far off.
We must stop it at all costs.
The Second War of the Transcendents must not break out under any circumstances. I cannot stand to see the current world once again stained with fear and screams.
Thump.
Your Highness, you can do it. I believe in you. I am sorry. Revenge! You must take revenge! You must tear the Emperor’s body apart! Please take responsibility, Your Highness. I am sorry for making you bear the responsibility. Our wish. The Xerion Empire… no, the aspirations of the Kingdom. Prince. Your Highness. I beg of you. Ah! It is because of you. So take responsibility and finish it! We will be your strength! Your Highness, you must be the very last to die! So never, ever crumble! Because you! Your Highness! You! You! You! You! Because you are the true Emperor of Xerion!
Countless cries poured out from within, squeezing the sinner of a fallen nation. It does not hurt. He understands everything. Because he became a sinner knowing all of this.He was a man from 800 years ago, but unlike other sinners, he was a pure human being.
I can’t help but deny that the situation isn’t good, but since the first Necromancer saved a powerful ally, it isn’t all that hopeless.
The variable is how the Glory of the Dead was able to accurately locate the bodies of the old king, but worrying about that won’t change anything immediately.The past will not repeat itself now. He harbored hope instead of pessimism.
The world conference to be held today will be a watershed moment foreshadowing such a next year.
Swoosh.
The sinner of a fallen nation raised his head. The dawn sky, where morning and night mingled, awakened the world. In the very center of it all, someone stood.
So it begins.
───!
Its presence grows rapidly.A ethereal, dreamlike elegance captivated Gargant’s attention.
* * *
Ignacia took a long, deep breath high above Gargant. The dawn air calmly moistened her lungs.
“Phew, ha.”
The brilliant eyes held a luminous world where deep darkness and the light of the sun, gradually pushing that darkness away, coexisted.
World conferences require a special venue unique to the world conference.
If the Arnach Empire had been the host, the Imperial Household would have erected a separate, massive structure. The same would have been true for other nations.In that sense, the way Ignacia prepared the venue for the World Conference was different.
Time is relative.
Compared to a few minutes, a few seconds are like a moment;compared to a few hours, a few seconds are like a fleeting instant;compared to days, a few seconds are like a blink of an eye.
Compared to the years that will continue to flow ceaselessly, the time of the World Conference is merely a brief moment. Therefore, it is no different from a dream dreamt just before waking up.
No matter how urgent it may have been in a dream, once you wake up, it is already in the past. And by the time you eat breakfast, most people have forgotten it.Everyone in the world who dreams eventually lives forgetting their dreams.
That is why it is an illusion.
Even the World Conference, which the continent is watching with such interest, will eventually be regarded that way. Furthermore, even his own existence will be forgotten in the same manner.Lost in such fantastical thoughts, Ignacia soon brought his hands together.
Except for the thumbs, I overlapped four fingers on each of my left and right hands. The first joints of each hand wrapped warmly around the other.
Whoosh.
Her unique magical power surged. Ignacia’s eyes and hair shone brilliantly. It was as if a small Milky Way was flowing across the empty dawn sky.
“……I guess this shape is best, right?”
A question that seems to seek agreement from the world.
Ignacia, having determined the concrete form of the illusion through her mind, raised the corners of her mouth. She pushed both elbows outward to the left and right.It was the moment when the fingers, which had been rubbing against each other at the first joint, were pulled, touched the fingernails, passed the fingertips, and completely separated.
Super-level magic.
Manifestation of the Boundary:
The boundaries of reality crumble. And from that gap, a structure of colossal size slowly begins to reveal itself.A shadow of immeasurable scale enveloped the center of Gargant.
It was in the shape of a three-dimensional rhombus—a rhombic dodecahedron.
───Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Four iron chains extended from the four vertices in the center of the rhombus. The sharp tips decorating their ends were firmly embedded in the air.It looked as if they were fixed to a transparent wall that was invisible to the eye.
This is a super-level magic that manifests something that does not originally exist in reality.Historically, there were several transcendent beings of the illusion magic realm, but Ignacia’s illusion was fundamentally different in concept.
To this, some say.
An auspicious dream from beyond the realm becomes an auspicious dream of the continent, anda nightmare from beyond the realm becomes a nightmare of the world.
Did you enjoy it?
Ignacia wore a mature smile as she descended from the sky.Silis, who had been sitting on an illusionary sofa suspended in mid-air, belatedly came to her senses and hurriedly nodded.
“Yes, yes! Of course. This is the first time I have actually witnessed super-level magic. It was a glorious sight I will never forget in my lifetime, Lady Ignacia.”“And your understanding?”“……I could not have dared to approach it.”
Silis hesitated for a moment, then created an illusion using the ancient witch’s unique magic. She tried to imitate Ignacia, but naturally, she failed.Silis understood not even a fraction of it, not even vaguely.
“Haha, that’s enough.”
Ignacia licked her lips.She looked a little excited.
“Every intelligent being has their own fantasies. But anything vain is ultimately just vain. Just like how countless humans dream of transcendence yet fail to become transcendent beings.”
Ignacia sat on the sofa and put her arm around Silis’s shoulder.As she waved her hand toward the sky, the thick clouds cleared from the massive structure, and countless stars began to twinkle.
“Is that real starlight? No. It is merely false starlight that I created. But to someone who is completely unaware of that fact, it becomes real starlight. That is the very pinnacle of true illusion. And when you transcend the extreme and reach the transcendence of true illusion, that realm expands. From existence to non-existence.”
Ignacia whispered.
“It is literally deceiving the world. Because then, every being belonging to the world will inevitably come to realize every illusion.”“Ah…”“A difference in perception. As such, the difference between truth and illusion is just a fine line.”
A soft touch gently stroked the platinum hair.
Why did Verden send Silis, who had been acting as a behind-the-scenes power broker, to become the King of Estilia? Why did he just stand by and watch Silis meet him?
Over the past three days, Ignacia naturally had no choice but to understand.
Verden, you devious fellow.
The past flashed through my mind.
Ignacia was special from the moment she was born, as she was destined to be a transcendent being. To her, dreams felt like reality, and reality felt like a dream.
Who could understand that innate sense?
One day, a magician of the illusion lineage, whom his parents had gone to great lengths to recruit, taught Ignacia, who was merely five years old, with the utmost devotion.
Although they hadn’t measured her limit hierarchy at the time, it was evident that her talent was overflowing; therefore, instead of needlessly attracting the attention of the magical world, they quietly raised Ignacia as a mage in a secluded village.Having spent a considerable amount of time together, their bond was as strong as that of a close teacher and student.
However… the moment Ignacia pioneered the path of magic, their relationship soured.
Talent beyond understanding.The master became an insect.
Whether it was an instinctive judgment or a rational decision, the master, consumed by fear and jealousy, tried to kill his disciple before being trampled upon.
Wizards are narrow-minded.Sorcerers are even more so.
The end of those whose own worlds have collapsed is usually ugly and miserable. Ignacia’s mentor was nothing more than such a figure.
The master, having thus opened the illusion-type magic, was instead overwhelmed, and soon his mind was completely crushed, turning him into a doll.In the end, he threw himself off a coastal cliff following Ignacia’s command.
A 6th-rank mid-level mage was defeated by a 5th-rank low-level mage despite a surprise attack and was erased from the world without anyone knowing.Her mentor, who was highly renowned in the magic world, thus disappeared forever.
At that time, Ignacia was not sad.Nor was she happy.The emotions her master felt while invading her mind seemed insignificant. On the other hand, she wondered if there was anyone in the world who could understand her.
However, as expected about 80%, there was no wizard with the potential to ultimately understand the concept of true illusion.As always, Ignacia stood aloof and alone in his own domain.
But not now.
“Silis, your mental strength and teachings are woefully lacking compared to your talent. You feel like a strong child who is just swinging their arms. The blood flowing through your veins is too much for you right now. But do not worry.”
Silis swallowed hard.
I will open your boundaries.
Ignacia’s small laugh was filled with endless madness. Her eyes sparkled as if gazing at a very precious treasure.Having made a quiet promise to Silis, Ignacia raised her right arm high.
“Alright, shall we start the world conference now?”
Bang───!
I snapped my fingertips hard.
The entire Gargant woke up from its sleep.
* * *
The crowds came out onto the streets when the morning sun was halfway up. Even those who had been sleeping just moments ago were wide awake and staring blankly at the sky.
“That’s…… the World Conference Hall!”
Overnight, a truly jaw-droppingly massive structure appeared above. The sunlight was blocked, making it quite dark all around.The world of the people in the center of Gargant below the building was still night.
“Ooh…….”
Gelton of the Mithril-grade adventurer party was truly amazed. This magical power, this sight. As a mage, he felt an indescribable sense of emotion.
However, there was something else he truly wanted to see here.
I couldn’t help it during the General Assembly of the Magic World because I wasn’t in a position to go to Virente, but this time, I will see you no matter what. Even if it means coming from this far away!
Gelton came to see Verden.
He recalled the memory of learning the theory of multiple continuity in the Kingdom of Estiria and the memory of fighting against the Bone Dragons and the demi-human hordes in the Republic of Beldirn. Nomatter when he recalled it again, it was truly a heart-pounding moment that would never happen again in his lifetime.
Gelton, who had decided to leave his origins in the Zentir Magic Tower and live as an adventurer, was a blessed mage.He thought of himself that way.Having received direct instruction from a Transcendent being was an eternal source of pride to be passed down from generation to generation. Of course, he was not a Transcendent being at that time, but that was not important.
I wonder when they will come…
Gelton had asked his colleagues for permission to stand in the spot closest to the road. He intended to enthusiastically wave his arms if he saw Verden.
At that moment.
Bang──────!
The ground shook violently. It was enough to be believed as an earthquake.Ordinary people looked up, wondering if there was a problem with the building, but those with more sensitive senses cast their gaze in the same direction.
The axis of the earth keeps shaking.
From a distance, he could feel the crowd surging as people moved in large crowds. A sound that was hard to tell if it was screams or shouts was gradually growing louder.Even amidst this, Gelton did not take his eyes off the street until the very end.
Gelton opened his eyes wide.
That being is none other than… … .
Goosebumps covered my entire body. My body trembled .My consciousness was clear and unwavering, but my body would not obey. I felt like prey. It was the first time since I encountered the Bone Dragon.
No, it clearly surpasses the fear of that time.
King of the Beastmen!
The strongest beastkin who dominates the Lower Beastkin Tribes of the Eastern Continent, the Central and Upper Beastkin Tribes of the Central Continent, and the Great Beastkin Tribe by force.
King of Beasts, Antias.
Bang──────!
With deafening footsteps, a massive tail resembling that of a dragon shattered the road.
