Episode 1174 The Sixth Apostle (3)
Come, everyone.
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The influence of the Second Gate of the Eastern Continent was the enhancement of the pure undead. While the individual entities remained the same, their danger level had risen by one step, or at worst, several steps.
Although it was enough to cause the World Alliance’s advance to face difficulties, ironically, the undead legions surrounding the gate had already been annihilated.
A battlefield where the original natural terrain no longer remained… …and within the rift of death situated at its center, another battlefield unfolded.
Whooooooh─────!!!
Whenever Vangelis raised his staff high and drew a massive circle, the red storm intensified.By imbuing it with magical power from the source and repeatedly amplifying it, eight firestorms large enough to engulf a small town turned the undead into ashes just as they appeared.
The gloomy sky inside the gate was helpless against the soaring light.The whole world turned red like a sunset.Crackling embers fell like a shower and like snowflakes.
Yunia trembled, stained with soot and wounds here and there.
“Uh, that is the 7th Demon King.”
The vortex of the demonic path did not linger but calmly burned the sect itself.It was truly a hell on earth.If there were a hell where one burns forever after death, this would be exactly the scene.
Within the framework of brute force, transcendent beings of the magical realm are beings suited to war rather than combat.
He single-handedly resolves the spatial instability spanning all continents and crushes the cries of thousands and tens of thousands of undead as if trampling on insects.
Vangelis’s level in the magical world is not clearly known, but most people know that he is already an 8th-tier transcendent being.
He was similar to my senior.
Not only in terms of pure realms, but also in terms of personal and unique magical abilities…
Junia knew that her innate rank was 8th, but she doubted whether she could truly stand shoulder to shoulder with them.Could she ever reach that height?In decades, centuries? No, even after thousands of years, would she even be able to touch the tips of such monsters’ feet? Was that really even remotely possible? Someone like me?
“You can’t imagine, can you?”“……!”“Ahaha, don’t try so hard to act rational. It’s not working because you’re trying to cross the limits of your species while in your right mind. I always tell you, don’t I?”
Ignacia (the main body) flicked her fingertips.
“The transcendent is a lunatic.”
The illusion was physically materialized and crushed in a way the dead could not understand. Even if they were human, not the dead, they would have been crushed in the same way.
‘Outside.’
When Junia closed and opened her eyes, Ignacia was already far away.She cackled, regardless of whether anyone was listening, and forced a terrible scream upon her enemy like a living, breathing nightmare.
Meanwhile, a sharp glint sent shivers down the spines of the space.
Master… … .
Bendie moved back and forth, wielding greatswords, spears, axes, and glaives.He accurately sensed the range of the Transcendents’ magic and exploited the gaps. Junia’s perception was unable to detect his movements. Evenif there had been dozens of Junias, they would have all perished at once the moment they allowed him to get close.
Meanwhile, a heavy roar shook the battlefield.
‘… … Mauler… … .’
Gareth crushed his enemies with spears and blades embedded in his arms and lower back.Due to the influence of the Four Gates, some high-ranking variant undead and above could undermine the Transcendent’s resistance, but they could never defeat him.His roar overwhelmed the monstrous screams. It was practically a howl. Corpses with ripped-out, crushed cervical vertebrae and upper bodies mangled by headbutts…
Paaaaaaaat!
A sacred radiance blooming on the rightmost front of the battlefield illuminated the entire army.
‘… … The Pope.’
An angel summoned by the Bible descended to purify the spirits, and the armies of the Holy Kingdom stomped their feet and drove out the undead like a moving wall.Under the command of Romanus, the light of humanity drove out the darkness of the dead.
The legions dispatched by the Xerion Empire were more than capable of destroying the nation, yet they were mercilessly annihilated without ever advancing. Itwas as if they were being crushed to death while struggling between two walls that were gradually closing in on them. In the process, the suffering they endured became the joy of the Alliance.
Kwaaaaaaaang───!
Aaaaaaaah───
Yunia involuntarily flinched at the explosions and screams that erupted in the middle of the war.
“Haa, haa…….”
Countless emotions were intertwined.
The Spirit King and the Demon King of the Great Beast Tribe, whose wildness had reached its extreme, openly displayed their violence, intending to ravage and humiliate their prey.Archbishop Joseph, who had joined them at Hastow Fortress, did not drop his staff even after losing an arm.
To the innocent light!Do not retreat! Confront!
Queen Silis defended against the surging attacks using witch magic. What she failed to block claimed the lives of the Estirian Kingdom army.
The Tower Master of the Volcanic Island was forming a squadron with the Elders when they were intercepted by a special entity and plummeted. Lord Beltroa! Descend immediately! How are you injured?! I don’t know! For now, bring the Archbishop—no, the Cardinal!!
Upon hearing the news that his master, the Darkwarton Tower Master, had gone missing, Haldirn scattered black magic filled with murderous intent with an even more expressionless face.
The Knights of the Word Spirit and the Highlandia Elite took the name of Yurion—who had disappeared after the gate was closed and was practically dead in the eyes of others—as their motto and channeled their desire for revenge into their swords.
Osgar demanded payment from the Xerion Empire for Cain’s death. He desperately advanced, extending his half-broken golem prosthetic arm.
Duke Esperensa roamed the battlefield filled with rage as he thought of Kalia, who was trapped inside the closed gate along with Yurion, Blue, and Dreadmere.
Revenge follows one after another.
Emotions chain together to create an eternity that seems like it will never end.
‘Cain… … what do I do now?’
Yunia deflects incoming spearheads with gravity magic and crushes the enemies in front of her. Then, while dodging dozens of chain nets formed by dark magic, she is pierced through the thigh by a straight sword that rushes in unwittingly.
Crash!
Even as he fell, he stirred up a storm and knocked down the undead in question.Upon checking, he recognized its appearance. It wasa creature that was more agile than a Death Knight, a higher-tier undead, but slightly taller. It was a special individual that had plunged a sword directly into the neck of Ruler Rateon in the southern part of the Eastern Continent before the war broke out.
What should I hope for next?
Junia unleashed a massive magical energy as she launched the magical satellite. A shadow rushed forward with crossed arms amidst the pouring starlight of magical energy.
‘Cain, in the world after… what do you think I can do?’
Yunia clashed with a special entity after breaking through the hierarchy of magic.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Cain is dead.
Of course, she never doubted that her senior would save her somehow.She trusted him without a doubt.However, when Junia thought about what lay beyond the end of the war, she felt as though her knees would involuntarily give way. Because if a greater danger were to arise, she wouldn’t be able to protect Cain even if he returned alive.
Everyone will wallow in a sense of loss or suffocate with a thirst for revenge, burning up their lives.
Then what remains at the end?
If we keep taking and taking until everyone loses everything, what will be left in the world? Is there any value to existence in an empty world where not even the residue of emotion remains?
It might be better to die early.
It is better to feel nothing than to prolong life addicted to emptiness and despair. Perhaps there is a heaven in the afterlife. Cain might be waiting there, without even needing to be resurrected.
Boom!
At this, Junia resisted fiercely.
You won’t die.
She never learned such a shallow mindset. Neither the three sages nor Senior Verden ever taught her to be so insignificant.
There are so many things I want to do, so why should I die? Why should we die?
Even if I die, I will die at the very end.Even if I die at the end, I will stretch out my arm further before I die.If anyone stands in my way, I will kill anyone.
Kwagwagwagwagwagwang!
You die.Everyone die.
To ensure the life Cain saved would not go to waste, she must never stop moving forward. Indeed. It was a form of madness. An obsession with life. What she now lacked was a unique framework upon which that obsession would depend.
“Ugh…….”
Yunia was pushed back sharply after being struck squarely by a sharp heel. The flesh inside her robe was torn by the bumpy metal shoe, and blood gushed out.
The special entity held the sword straight with one side of its face blown off, and Yunia clutched the wound tightly and calculated magic.
and.
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A chilling wave swept across the region.
An aura of death strong enough to disrupt the balance not only of the World Alliance but even of the Undead. As the special entity turned its head, Junia also shifted her gaze.
“……What is that again.”
Light leaked out from several cracks etched into the source body, and soon hatched like an egg.
Pow!
The world within the sect began to change.
Centered on the location where the source of the Four Sects was situated, other lands and skies cast their shadows like twilight. It was a sight that looked as if spaces were merging.One wondered if it was a new Four Sect that the World Alliance had failed to detect, but a desperate war was already raging there.
The battlefield of the World Alliance and the Xerion Empire.A battlefield where a massive, dark sky island is fixed in the sky.
Yunia flinched.
A Citadel? And on top of that, ownerless land… …?
It was a familiar background that could not possibly be mistaken for a mistake, even if they rolled their eyes.The Transcendent Legion where Unia was and the Transcendent Legion of the Central Continent recognized each other. Perhaps due to the great bewilderment, a brief silence fell between them.
What broke the silence was a dark red beam of light pouring down from the other side and a thrilling explosion.
“senior?”
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In the world inside the Prohas Gate, where no snow fell at all but a cruel wind raged ceaselessly, stealing away vitality and warmth, a single set of footprints followed.The corpses of giant undead lay scattered all around.
“…….”
It changed just before destroying the source body of the Four Gates.It would be fair to say that it hatched.
In any case, as the space surrounding the source body was colored by another space, a strange world was formed where the cold Four Gates and the continent of summer coexisted with a boundary line separating them.
Ownerless land.
It seems the source has been destroyed by this.
Lugart grasped the region at a glance, took a step forward, and then paused.The Four Gates and the Continent connected by the hatching of the Source Body. Was it my imagination that it felt like an invitation? It was probably not a baseless fear.
Snap, snap.
Lugart simply sorted out his thoughts and crossed straight over to the continent.After all, there was no option to stay, whether it was an invitation or whatever.
Now the Ark’s fleet will arrive.
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Why didn’t I think of that from the beginning? No, actually, I had been guessing for quite some time. I was just ignoring it because I wanted to leave a corner of my mind open.
The Apostle’s Adversary.
The first Demon King has been preparing means to deal with ‘your’ apostles for quite some time.
At the time, I didn’t know about that title, but… the first adversary I encountered was Telor Krendros, the first Tower Master and one of the four Kirondars.
───If you were so superior… …why didn’t you enlighten us?
Under the influence of the first Demon King, the Kirondars succeeded in perfecting the magic cultivation method that forms a magic circuit mechanism in humanity.
The subject of this experiment and the very person who became the first Hierarchical Mage is none other than Deus Widen.
However, not satisfied with their feat, they established their own method of cultivating magical power through large-scale human experiments and dreamed of continuing their lives forever by transferring their minds into the magical bodies of others that they had arbitrarily transformed.However, they were discovered by the first Demon King along the way and received a horrific punishment.
The first magic tower,
Telor went completely insane as the price of survival, and by absorbing the remains of ancient gods deep beneath the Desert of Silence, he was reborn as a new being and reached the point of escaping the restraints of the first Demon King.
He seized the foundation of the citizens of Tuhar’s faith through mental corruption. The mind. He robbed the faith of those who believed in Ishur.
“Even if it hadn’t been for me, Ishur would have clashed with Telor and mutually destroyed each other. Even if they had won, they would have lost most of their followers.”
Verden closed his eyes.
‘That was the First Demon King’s arrangement…’
Ishur, the god of the desert who should have been completed as the 7th Apostle and advanced into the continent.Telor Krendros is the adversary of the 7th Apostle.
In the last Arcadium, it was revealed that Tearel is the Adversary of the Third Apostle Host. It was also revealed that Deus Wieden himself is the Adversary of a certain Apostle.
As such, there are beings, or entities, corresponding to each of the first through seventh apostles.
and.
The first Necromancer and the three sinners are characters who prepared for the Second Transcendental War against the Sixth Apostle, and among them, Castian is the Sixth Apostle’s adversary.
It is not strange.It was consistent to the point of being reasonable.
The First Demon King was secretly laying the groundwork for a comeback. He must have learned a great deal from his defeat in the previous Battle of Destiny.
However, there was no dialogue or persuasion that should have naturally been there.Nor did any lines that should not be crossed exist.
Deus may have volunteered, but Thearel, Telor, Castian, and others knew nothing. Without knowing, their entire lives were thoroughly exploited.
“Resistor…….”“…….”“What is the dignity of the intellect to you?”
When Verden asked firmly, Deus answered with an indifferent expression.
“luxury.”
Vanity beyond one’s station.Excessive greed.Desire unaware of one’s place.
Bang.
Verden roughly grabbed him by the collar.
“Then how are you different from ‘you’? Do you think there is meaning in a victory obtained in that way?”“Victory is victory, nothing more, nothing less. It is your immaturity to try to find some other noble meaning in it. As your senior, I will teach you.”
Deus grasped the front collar of [Einber] neither fast nor slow.
“There is no next time.”“…….”“It is impossible to seal ‘you’ again as before. We can no longer prevent the appearance of the Apostles. Defeat means the end. This is your last chance. Do you understand? Now that you have barely managed to grasp this lifeline, there is no option to let it go or switch it.”
He emphasized firmly.
I’m saying there is no next time.
