Episode 1132 The Weight of Blood (3)
Adrian barely managed to stop the bleeding with several potions and bandaged the wound. Since healing miracles were ineffective, he applied the physical healing methods that clergy learn by default.
“Uh, how am I alive in a body like this?”
There were dozens of large sword wounds alone. If you included the smaller ones, the number was several times greater. I had never seen such sharp and heavy sword marks.The penetrating wound to the side was particularly severe. Even without a deep examination, one could surmise that internal organs had been damaged. Although it was not a dangerous vital spot, it was a level of injury that would have killed an ordinary person instantly long ago—
“This… is difficult to suture.”“Just cover it.”
Adrian sat on the box, watching the teleportation magic circle being drawn. Far from fainting, he steadfastly maintained his consciousness.Having his organs torn out was practically the same as losing a part of his body; could it really be restored through natural healing alone?The homeostasis of a Transcendent being must surely be an ability that truly transcends human limits.
However, the priest was amazed not by his transcendent body, but by his formidable mental strength in dismissing pain as mere trifles and fulfilling his duties as a legion commander.
“How much time is left until the large-scale
It was much faster than I thought.
“Establishing the foundation is the most difficult part of any magic circle. It is said that the beginning accounts for 80% of the work. This is especially true for spatial circles. Since Your Majesty has perfectly secured that foundation, it is even better than that; with dozens of magic circle experts assigned to the task, this level of speed is fully achievable.”
Ethan, a disciple of Melad, provided commentary while observing the construction of the massive magic circle. Rebecca, highly proficient in magic circles, supported the site.They accomplished the mission of blowing up the source of the Four Gates and contributed to rescuing Adrian by diverting the attention of the Undead Legion.Although their appearance was not good, their injuries were not serious.
“Your head has grown quite a bit. Compared to before.”“It was certainly bigger than when I nearly died at the hands of Lord Adrian in the Dominion of Middles.”
At the time, Adrian was being controlled by Balok’s forced magic circle,
“Even so, the number of people who can move through this spatial magic circle is limited. Even with the Lord’s spatial teleportation circle, unless it is [Einber]’s
Under normal circumstances, the severely wounded would need to be sent first; however, the punitive expeditionary force here is scheduled to be redeployed to rebuilding defensive lines.The weapons must be moved first.Next are the clergy of the Ruas Theocracy, followed by the legion’s elite troops, and then the regular soldiers. Those requiring recuperation will be left behind along with some of the forces.
If most of the undead of the Ternetia Federation have moved north, this place is actually the safest. One of the nearby cities occupied by the undead has already been secured as a base.
Whoosh.
The old man walked on the magic circle.
“I will coordinate this point.”“Understood, Principal. I’ll take care of that side.”
Ilmarion was in charge of overseeing the creation of this large-scale spatial magic circle. Having served as the headmaster of the Academy for a long time, he was well-versed in a wide range of knowledge, and indeed, he boasted top-tier capabilities in the field of magic circles, where knowledge dictates quality.
Those who had seen outside the gate how many undead Ilmarion had returned to the earth truly understood the Educator’s strength.
Red Volcano Clan Leader – Arcul approached Adrian with the short strides characteristic of dwarves.
“I have arranged for those siege weapons to move instantly onto that magic circle at the mere mention of it. However… if the defensive line is pushed back, how far do you expect it to go?”“The ownerless land. That is their limit.”
There is no future where the Xerion Empire will trample all the ownerless lands and covet them. As Adrian said this, he was filled with an ominous aura despite his extreme exhaustion.
“hmm…….”
Arcul stroked his beard.
If I go to the ownerless land, will I encounter Gharun?
Although we had already split, I was curious to see what on earth they would say upon seeing the mass-produced siege weapons from the clans, and it was also giving me a headache.Even now, orthodox dwarves in the volcanic region were shouting in the streets, opposing the mass production of tools that lacked any artisanal character.
While Arcul was lost in thought, Adrian turned his head slightly.
“We’ll leave in about 40 minutes.”“It’s good that I don’t have to wait long.”
As soon as Triton Martus was healed by the High Bishop, he came out holding a different staff.The staff he originally carried was broken.The first disciple destined to succeed the Helion Magic Tower, along with three elders and a mage, were killed by Rakdion in the process of rescuing him.
“I offer my regrets.”“In the Helion Magic Tower, where the battlefield is the primary tool of business, there is a saying like this.”
The sight of killing and being killed is the weight of war, and it is the act of measuring the amount of blood. War is a contest to see who can bear the greater weight of blood.
As you can see, my shoulders are heavy enough.
Triton just waited quietly for the spatial teleportation circle to be completed.
So I will simply repay you in proportion to that weight.
* * *
The landscape of the Citadel looked as if the capital of a historical empire had been transplanted there. It was familiar to the eye as it resembled a modern city, yet felt unfamiliar due to differences in architectural styles and other features.
[Grrrr… …]
A bizarre-looking undead creature staggers through the street.
The sky was wide open, but the city center was dreary.
In the pitch-black silence, only the cries of the异형종 (abnormal species) born of death could be heard.
If you get caught, you won’t even be able to keep your bones intact.
The new earring Indren was wearing swayed silently.
[Barche’s Silence].
It was one of the treasures of the Artisan Magic Tower that forcibly contained all vibrations occurring within a radius of 2 meters of the wearer, and concealed one’s appearance and presence by changing the form of sound to form a mirror-like shield.
Even though he was borrowing the power of an ancient artifact, Indren moved while hiding his body as much as possible.
It was not the time to act like a transcendent being.
If you are surrounded by that many deformed undead, you cannot escape the Citadel.
This is the main base of the Xerion Empire, where the former king might be right now.
I honestly have no idea why Feldianne took advantage of the chaos to infiltrate the Citadel. The descendant Indren knew was annoyingly overflowing with curiosity, but she wasn’t the type to be reckless enough to risk her life.
Moreover, the concealed artifact possessed by Feldianne was something even he was seeing for the first time.
I passed through the buildings one after another.
Since the artifact was in use, I could not identify Feldianne with my eyes, so I trusted my intuition. I relied on the blood ties of family rather than intellect.I cut through the horde of the undead.The undead were found not only in the streets of the Citadel but also throughout the buildings.
Indren stopped in the middle of the alley.
“Surely you didn’t go underground?”
A staircase leading to a basement untouched by any light lay before my eyes. There was no evidence that Feldianne had gone down, but I had no choice.
Between the buildings… the Imperial Castle of the Xerion Empire was visible in the distance. Beneath the Citadel, the sounds of battle explosions were echoing.
Indren glanced at the Imperial Castle for a moment and slowly walked down the stairs. Soon, a darkness indistinguishable from one another enveloped him. Apitch-black darkness unfolded, making it impossible to tell whether he was descending or walking on flat ground.
‘Can a space like this really exist… For some reason, it feels unpleasant.’
Indren did not stop walking, despite feeling an instinctive sense of revulsion. If there was anything precious to him, he could not leave out his children.There were no exceptions, even for descendants more distant than his grandchildren; having witnessed Feldianne heading toward her death, he could not simply let it pass.
“You are my bloodline, but you were special to the other descendants in many ways. You were especially wizard-like, and especially bold. Unlike me, who seeks stability.”
Indren shifted his gaze.
“However, this eccentric act is not the restrained boldness typical of you.”“I am no different from usual, Ancestor.”
Feldianne was five steps away from him.
“And as a descendant of our ancestor, I, too, am pursuing stability in my own way. It is simply that my method differs from merely watching.”“Then I will listen.”
Indren asked.
“Why did you infiltrate this Citadel alone?”“Hoho, with my ancestor with me, I am not alone.”
Feldianne smiled.
“Do you remember the conversation we had in Gargant before the World Conference? When you frowned deeply, saying the world would be thrown into chaos again?”“Of course I remember.”
“Our ancestor always intensely disliked variables beyond what was necessary. And he believed that the whole must remain stable, even if parts are chaotic. Isn’t that right?”
“Huh? Right, gradual change is indeed the most ideal form of development. But why are you suddenly asking that?”
“—Our ancestor’s ideal that change must be controlled. Do you know what the world calls that?”
Feldianne said.
“Fate. Back then, Ancestor drew a clear line, stating that his ideals were entirely different from fate. Naturally so. After all, his very essence stemmed from resistance.”“……What?”“Fate has always had an antithesis, and since ancient times, that has been called resistance. The conflict between the two ultimately became the oldest war since the dawn of the world. One that has not ended even at this very moment.”
The information was vague and difficult to understand immediately, so Indren listened quietly.
“Do you remember what Lord Thearel repeatedly said at the World Conference?”“That… the Seed of Resistance?”“If there is a traitor to humanity in fate, there is a seed in resistance. The Seed of Resistance. I named it myself. Because that patience waiting for the right time felt like a seed buried in the soil, waiting for the day it will sprout into a beautiful shoot.”
She said it so nonchalantly that I almost let it slide. Feldianne was sayingthat she was the seed of resistance.
“Feldianne Pearcia Reit.”“Yes.”“What is your relationship with the Lord of the Lefragium Magic Tower?”
Feldianne reached out her hand.
There is still plenty of time before the Citadel becomes the tomb of the ancient king. We will need to stay in the Citadel for at least several weeks, so please take your time with your questions. I will tell you everything except for what I cannot answer.
For a moment, sadness flashed through Feldianne’s relaxed gaze.It was guilt.
“So, will you help me?”“I see now that you were the one who lured me here. Then again, if you had possessed such an artifact, you could have easily deceived my gaze. Sigh.”“I apologize, Ancestor.”“It is fine.”
Indren sighed, feeling deceived, but didn’t mind much. What use is it for an ancestor to get angry at a descendant? It is also the ancestor’s role to accept the descendant’s stubbornness.
“Then tell me. What exactly lies lurking behind the war with the ancient king? And what do fate and resistance truly mean?”
* * *
Verden lowered his center of gravity and tilted [Interis] diagonally from top to bottom.
Night
A curtain of flowers enveloped him.
Kwaaa
A dark green vortex struck. Verden was soon pushed back significantly by a blow so wide that he could not escape it with
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A fault line that deviates from the aftermath of magic.
He pierced through several irregularly rising walls of the earth with his body. Verden, having fallen in a curve, spun repeatedly on the ground to slow down.
An impact force exceeding the annihilation of the 8th rank. It is practically meaningless to defend against it.
If you had been unable to resist Nekbael’s deadly venom and were poisoned, you would have suffered greatly. The higher your resistance, the more quickly your body produces antibodies to fight the venom, but Nekbael’s venom changes its properties moment by moment.
Is it the power of the Dragon Language?
The tragedy that occurred in the Kingdom of Maren is nothing compared to this.
It was obvious what kind of damage would result if Necbael ran rampant across the continent like a madman.A tragedy far greater than the one a century ago, when the Red Dragon destroyed several cities, massacred many lives, and then leisurely vanished into the demonic realm, would be repeated.
Quinter Casting:
A black flame meteor fell from the sky.
Kwagwagwagwagwang!
Vantoreon, transformed into lightning, relentlessly kicked through the air to strike Necbael, and Vantoreon increased his concentration to target the creature’s wings.
Are you able to breathe?
Of course!
Verden mounted the Andes like a Dragon Knight existing only in stories of the past and unleashed magical power.
Although Nekhbael unleashed intense murderous intent, the Transcendents did not fall for it easily.A special Bone Dragon of the Magic, capable of directly damaging souls, and three near-perfect 8th-tier Transcendents held the Evil Dragon back to prevent it from reaching the Citadel.
And so—the moment a short but dense amount of time passed.
“……!”
Massive changes occurred in the space.It was a harbinger of a shutdown.The Ternetian Federation had completed a large-scale spatial teleportation circle. The moment that change ends and the
At that moment, the darkness of the Citadel spread.
It was an uncomfortable aura, enough to make me instinctively feel repulsed and step back.It must surely be a power stemming from the authority of fate.
[I will definitely kill you next time.]
Nekbael judged that he could no longer continue the fight and gradually withdrew his morale. Soon, the gravitational pull of fate began to drag Nekbael in.
The air current was very rough.
[I could easily get caught up in this… …!]
Andes flapped his large wings and immediately retreated with Verden.
Verden conveyed his intention.
Is the Citadel trying to
During the shutdown period, the Citadel, like the Alliance, cannot cross space. So, we have no choice but to move to a safe place before then. It would be too burdensome to keep our main base here.
Are you saying we should send the Citadel like this?
Transference caused by power cannot be prevented. So, I have already taken measures.
Deus spoke as if giving advice.
That Citadel is the final objective. You surely know that retreating now is the best course of action.
───… … .
I agree with the suggestion to send the Citadel.We cannot settle this immediately.However, there was one thing Verden could not tolerate besides the Citadel.
───Can the plan you prepared keep Nekhbael tied up in the Citadel?
───It is impossible.
───So you’re saying Necbael will run rampant somewhere on the continent again. More secretively, and more violently, than in this Kingdom of Maren.
Verden asserted.
I will hold him captive. Until the World Alliance closes almost all the other gates.
Deus blinked, thinking he had misheard, then furrowed his brows deeply.
───The Alliance Leader is going to pull off such a stunt? Are you crazy? Don’t talk nonsense.
