Episode 913 The Glory of the Dead (3)
“……you?”
I have never heard of Teriwen being loyal to anyone else. There was absolutely no reason to do so in his well-known past.
The position of Leader of the Iderant Alliance is not, to begin with, a position where serving others is permitted.
A leader of multi-ethnic harmony.One seat in the Senate at the World Conference.
The Iderat Confederation of the Central Continent is an undeniably powerful nation. The prestige of the Confederation’s leader is second to none.Even a transcendent being cannot force the Confederation Leader to bow his head.
However… … Terrywen’s attitude right now was just like that of a servant.
Who is the owner?
Medrant recalled the people surrounding Terrywen and quickly eliminated them one by one.He searched for a likely candidate.Although he could not pinpoint the individual, he vaguely realized what the hidden backgrounds of Terrywen and Lennon Bernard were.
“I didn’t know what Verden was secretly wary of… but it was you guys.”
Everyone knows that Verden has a secret he hasn’t revealed to anyone. However, no one pried into it.It must be information so dangerous and important that even Verden has to remain silent about it.
Invisible forces.Guys wearing masks and mingling in the world.
They are the very enemies of Verden.
“Ostea Tower Master, pay attention to the meaning. It is ‘you,’ not ‘you.’”“You are the one who should be careful about that.”“Originally, you should have lived as the lowest-ranking Tower Master and died of natural causes in old age. Even at your current age, your remaining life was not that short. However, since everyone’s future has become uncertain, you and we have been reduced to the plight of a candle in the wind, not knowing when we might die.”
Teriwen wore a pitiful expression.
“Don’t you feel wronged? To think that a life superior to others has become so unstable that it is worse than a life for a penniless slave.”“Judging by the crazy nonsense you’ve been spouting for a while now, it is clear you are a group of lunatics.”
Medrant straightened his slanted posture. Just then, Lisandro’s fruit potion healed his wounds by more than half.He was in a state where he could engage in magical combat as long as no impact hit his wounds.
“I don’t know what it was, but it looks like you’ve been taken advantage of by Verden.”“…….”“Get used to it.”
Medrant scoffed.
“I’m going to keep getting taken advantage of in the future.”
Medrant followed his master when he became the disciple of the previous Master of the Ostea Tower, but after becoming the Master himself, he served no one.Osgar and Melad, who co-founded the Society with him, were colleagues, not superiors.
The person he acknowledged as his liege was Verden, the first and last… Although he did not express it outwardly, the loyalty solidified by a single decision was certainly no less than Adrian’s.
Medrant Keden, the Master of the Ostea Magic Tower and the Guardian Sage, is the Eleventh Aspect of Eon, and the sky he serves is Verden.
The wizard inside the magic tower likely does not know that there is a sky beyond the sky. If that is your resolve, enjoy the moment. After all, when you look back, this too will become a trivial matter that will not even be remembered.
Terrywen stepped back.
Only circulation is the salvation of the world.
Teriwen disappeared into the shadow of the building created by the Pope’s brilliant divine power. There was no magical reaction, but his presence soon vanished.
Medrant let out a small sigh.
“……I’m having all sorts of bizarre experiences.”“Master of the Magic Tower!”
The wizards who were
“The situation right now, um?! The injuries…!”“We’ve taken measures. I have a rough idea of the situation. So, how is the downtown area?”“It is serious.”
Yurgeien, the only supreme elder of the Ostea Magic Tower, groaned.
Unidentified beings are mingling here and there, committing massacres, and the clergy of the Holy Kingdom are in confusion as it is difficult to distinguish friend from foe. And the First Servant of the Glory of the Dead is heading straight for the Sanctuary, confronting the Paladin Legion.
Kuuuuuuuuuung!
A loud roar erupted, and the ground shook.
It gives me goosebumps.
Jurgen turned his gaze toward the epicenter, dripping with cold sweat.
“……I never thought I would have to fight a transcendent being again in my lifetime. This is quite a serious matter. Its presence is far more terrifying than Sandir Faen.”
On that day, during the all-out war with the Bohemian Magic Tower, Adrian, Osgar, Melad, and Yurgen fought a decisive battle against Sandir Faen, a general controlled by Koljian.
I have never in my life felt death so close as I did then, except for now, visiting the Theocracy of Luas for the Magic Festival.
“The purpose of the Glory of the Corpse must be the ancient king’s body located somewhere in the sanctuary. There is no need to take the lead in a life-or-death struggle. We will simply stall for time.”“The entire capital of the Theocracy is sealed, making external intervention difficult; will reinforcements be able to arrive in time?”“They wouldn’t have shut down just the Theocracy, but do not worry. Verden is quick-witted.”
Medrant activated the magic circuit.
“If it’s Verden, he’ll find a way right away.”
Kuuuuuung!
The first servant and three high-ranking paladins clashed head-on. The shockwave generated between the sword energy of light and the sword energy of death brought the building down.
Reinforcements from the Glory of the Dead may arrive in 7 minutes and 12 seconds. Keep this in mind as you respond to the situation.
Medrant added.
“Do not die.”“I will bear that in mind, Master of the Magic Tower!”“Yes, Your Excellency!”
In addition to the mages of the Ostea Magic Tower, Eon’s execution unit obeyed the order. The forces here were by no means weak.
“Haha, you’re quite precise with the time. As if the enemies are really going to swarm in in 7 minutes and 8 seconds. My grandson needs to know how much Grandpa is suffering.”
Jurgen chuckled and slapped his cheek hard.Laughing again would come later.
Now, let’s see. Just how strong the Transcendents of the Era of the Transcendent War are.
* * *
I have risen above the clouds. The moon, slowly turning into a full moon, is beautiful. I would say it has a different scent than what I see on the central continent.
“Yes… this is truly life.”
Grimmel Gromfar spread his arms as he inhaled the crisp air.His left eye was empty.
The pain of having your eyes torn out?
How could such vivid stimulation be downgraded to mere pain? Compared to everything I experienced beyond death, even this is a blessing.
“I am not dead. I can still keep the ‘promise,’ so do not rush me. The glory of the corpse will find the body of the ancient king. For I have ‘prepared’ it for him.”
Grimmel muttered incessantly into the empty air. To others, it seemed like he was talking to himself, but Grimmel himself did not think so.
I took out a black cloth.
He wrapped it around his tightly closed left eyelid and tied the knot tightly. He took out a mirror with his mechanical leg and examined his face.
“Oh, there’s something about this. How should I put it? You’re just like a pirate from a story. Hahahahaha.”
Kiiiiing──Pshhh.
Along with maniacal laughter, a mechanical sound was heard from behind Grimmel.It was a different weapon from the magic splitter that had been brought to the Western Continent in advance… and used for testing in the city of Zantra on the Central Continent.
Much heavier.Much more colorful.
The ‘worst weapon’ that conquered the Eastern Continent during its lifetime and committed suicide along with the prisoners of massacre.It was Grimmel’s greatest masterpiece in the past.
Clang!
Grimmel broke the mirror and threw it away.
“Tsk… Still, getting thoroughly beaten has really lowered my self-esteem. If that beast saw this, he’d laugh at me. That shouldn’t happen. That really shouldn’t happen.”
He tapped the bone under his buttocks.
“Go fly away quickly. So that I may hurry and prove my greatness.”
Whoosh───!
The tattered membrane of wings cutting through the sky.
The ‘bone dragons’ carrying Grimmel headed straight for the Ruas Theocracy.
* * *
Pale, who works as an informant for Eon and is a back-alley informant for the Principality of Liviant, reported on the situation in the Western Continent.
We are completely unable to connect with Medrant’s communication device. The same applies to Eon’s execution unit accompanying Medrant. Communication with the Ruas Theocracy has been completely cut off.
───I have confirmed a failure in the spatial teleportation targeting the vicinity of the Ruas Theocracy. Lord Verden, it seems the teleportation itself is currently being blocked by something!
───I can teleport near the border of the Archenad Magic Kingdom… …but even using an airship, the distance to the Ruas Theocracy is too far. It seems like an urgent situation, but an immediate response is impossible.
Ferne, a former informant from the Kingdom of Estiria and Pale’s junior, and Keirel, a cat beastman and Adrian’s childhood friend, added their comments.
Verden crossed his arms after returning to Gargant after checking the ruins of Zantra.
To think they would actually attack the capital of the Ruas Theocracy.
Even though it has not been long since the Saint of Light was born, there are three newcomers. Furthermore, the total strength of the clergy supporting them is formidable.In the end, even the Archdemon of the Legion was defeated before the power of the world religion.
The two servants of the Glory of the Dead cannot fully handle this. Knowing this well, what kind of plan did the first servant come up with?
For starters, their biggest obstacle is the Saint.
In other words… … .
It is highly likely that Saint Ersetia is not currently in the sanctuary. Perhaps an unknown powerful being, resurrected by the glory of the dead like Grimmel Gromfar, is holding the Saint back.
Are there two normal options given to me?
Either find the Saintess somewhere on the continent and help her, orteleport as close as possible to the Ruas Theocracy and fly there in person.
Both take quite a bit of time.
Above all, it is not a suitable countermeasure to assist Medrant and his party, who headed to the Ruas Theocracy to personally monitor the leader of the Iderat Alliance.
Verden’s gaze dwindled.
In that case, I have no choice but to choose the third option.
The Glory of the Dead is an irrational group. Therefore, those opposing them have no choice but to make irrational decisions as well.
───Head of the House, the recovery of the Zantra survivors is almost complete. Kalia is currently stabilizing the people… … .
“Isabella, I entrust you with commanding Eon along with Beta until I return.”
───Huh? Now? Did you find a way to cross over to the Ruas Theocracy?
Yeah, we’ll have to test it to know for sure.
[Channel change.]
Alpha, noticing Verden’s intention, immediately operated the communication device and connected to the other side.
“Ignacia, can you hear me?”
───Uh, well.
I can hear you.
Ignacia appeared, shaking the wrist equipped with a communication device. From the rooftop of a skyscraper in the massive city, the two transcendent beings looked down upon the city.
“You were suddenly teleporting around here and there. Did something happen?”“It was an enemy ambush. A city in the Free State of Formene was destroyed just moments ago.”“Oh my, so it’s the glory of the dead? If an entire city was blown away, there must have been a huge number of casualties. The scale of this war is quite massive right from the start.”“The Theocracy of Luas has been blockaded, too.”“Wow.”
Verden continued speaking.
“The spatial coordinates are completely blocked. Judging by the circumstances, they must have used a method where
Ignacia smiled intriguedly and rested his elbow on his shoulder.
“So what is the method you barely managed to come up with? Do you want to tell your ‘friend’?”
[friend.]
If three-dimensional space isn’t possible, you have no choice but to pass through a higher dimension.
Verden asserted.
Enter the Ruas Theocracy via dimensional travel.
A unique magic circle that implements an unprecedented fourth spatial coordinate, which Balok Besias used to infiltrate the Lefragium Magic Tower…
Super-level Magic:
If you can recreate Balok’s super-level magic, you can enter the closed Theocracy of Luas. This includes Ark, Rivereas, and even the Magic Tower of Lefragium.
Since the research and reconstruction are not yet complete, Verden alone cannot implement it… but if Ignacia is here, it is a different story.An extraterrestrial. After all,she is a transcendent being of the magical realm who crosses the ‘boundary’ between reality and the virtual.
Verden briefly explained how to construct
“That’s why I need your help.”“Wow… Verden, are you crazy? That’s a seriously insane idea.”
Ignacia smiled broadly.
“That sounds fun! Let’s try it right away.”
* * *
Boom!
A piercing sound erupted not far from Gold Hill. A single collision triggered an earthquake, turning the earth upside down.
Punishment of Light
Huge spears of divine power created in the sky poured down, creating friction with the atmosphere.
Barcazel, the beast of massacre, roared and leaped with all his might.
Whoosh───Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwang!
As soon as the Spear of Divine Power touched the surface, it absorbed all the light in all directions and exploded. The canyons and mountain ranges surrounding them had already become flat land.
Barcazel dodged the
Great beheading.
Whoosh!
The moment their paths crossed, blood gushed from the saint’s face. It had struck hard. The sensation of skin, muscle, and bone being torn lingered at his fingertips.
Normally, I should be dead, but…
Barcazel bent his fingers and looked down at the saint below.
“You just won’t die.”“…….”“How can I kill you?”
Paaaat.
A noble light restored all of the saint’s injuries to their original state.She extended her arms benevolently.
“As long as the Mother of Light is by our side, our faith and sacrifice are eternal. A prisoner like you would never understand.”“Fanatic logic—”
Hiss!
Barcazel reflexively twisted his head slightly. Crack. The carapace covering his face split open slightly. It was the trace of the Holy Spear passing by in an instant.
“I have almost figured out your strengths. So, if you have any other means, bring them out.”
The saint tilted her head.
“If it’s not there, I will tear it to shreds.”“That is a vicious threat for a woman calling herself a saint.”
Barcazel displayed a relaxed demeanor, but inwardly, he gauged the Saint’s true powerbased on his experience so far .
‘With such power, did they fail to rule an entire continent? Or did they simply choose not to? If it is the former… how many beings of that caliber are there?’
Barcazel gazed at the world beyond the Saint, thinking that there were more than a few strong opponents who dared to go head-to-head with him.
What is this crazy era?
