Episode 1177 ‘You’ – 1
The first Demon King is lurking behind the scenes, and ‘you’ are half-asleep.
During a forced ceasefire, the side that moves first is at a disadvantage. It is a structure where if you reach out rashly, the enemy catches you in the back of the hand.
Just like the Sixth Apostle of Destiny—who, after excessively intervening to resurrect the Old King, had many of the Followers of Destiny blended into society discovered and met suspicious deaths at the hands of the resistors.
Of course, this fierce battle of wits took place only among the members of each camp.
The absolute rulers remained silent.
This is because they may be able to ‘prepare’ during the ceasefire, but they cannot ‘act’.
However, there are always exceptions.
If you approach first, if you approach very closely, the greatest beings respond. You can even make it happen. If you take one step closer, they too can take one step closer.
Control Indren partially sealed off the source of the Citadel using the Tower of the Super-Rank Magic
=… … =
Feldianne felt as if the blood circulating in her heart was flowing backward. She knew that interfering with the center of the Citadel would cause ‘your’ surface will to descend. After all,it was none other than Feldianne who had devised the plan to stabilize the Citadel. She had prepared meticulously. In fact, things had unfolded exactly as she had intended.
Confronting the surface will that appeared in the Citadel was also a designed flow.
However, the problem is───time.
“Ugh, grrr…….”
According to Feldianne’s calculations, it was not yet time for the Surface Will to descend. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why did an error occur? What is the factor? A variable has appeared. A fatal variable!
Feldianne convulsed while standing in place.
Indren could not move even after seeing his descendants suffer.
Who on earth… is it.
An unknown presence behind him restrained Indren’s actions. His whole body trembled. He was overwhelmed by the intensity. It was the first time in his life he had ever felt this way.A feeling that could not be described in ordinary words. To put it as generally and easily understandable as possible… … there was a monster behind him.
Indren forced open his stiff lips.
“Are you… ‘you’?”
Before a reply could be heard, a monstrous scream was heard from the darkness from which Feldianne had come. The undead were approaching. To eliminate the impurities—the malignant tumors—the Transcendents—that had invaded the Citadel.
[Kaaaaaaaak!]
“Ah, no! Snap out of it, Feldianne!!”
An undead attacks Feldianne, who is unable to escape from her position. Indren tried to protect her, but the reactivation of the magic circuit was too late.
At that moment, an arm made of light slowly extended out from beside Indren’s head.
Tsut.
All the undead that entered the Citadel’s underground levels vanished without even leaving a dying scream. Only silence remained in the place where the screams of the dead had once echoed.
Feldianne slumped down.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh……!!”
The convulsions had completely vanished, but the lingering afterglow made breathing difficult. Clutching his neck as if to strangle himself, he desperately tried to calm himself.With tears welling up in his eyes, he raised his head and gazed at the figure standing behind the ancestor.
“Why…… the Will of the Surface, right here now……?”
Feldianne flinched.
The surface will, which should have originally been half-open, had one eye closed.Instead… instead, instead, instead, instead, instead, instead, instead, instead, instead, instead, instead, instead, instead, instead.
You opened your right eye.
Only then did Feldianne understand the cause of the phenomenon.
All variables were her own will. She had forcibly advanced the time of her descent.The resistors’ prediction that she would not engage in unnatural behavior before fully awakening had been completely proven wrong.
Poor thing
The voice of the surface will became a ripple. Among the facial features that had been obscured by light and unrecognizable, the outline of the eyes stood out.
I still couldn’t see the pupils.
Beneath the fully lifted eyelids, there was an abyss deeper than any darkness.Drops of blood flowed down from there.
At the same time, blood dripped down the cheeks from the right pupils of Feldianne and Indren.
Tuk-ok… … .
Three red tears reach and seep into the fundamental darkness of the Citadel.Before they knew it, they were in the temple.
“Ugh……!”“……!”
Warm sunlight came into my embrace.
Although there was no one in the temple, the ancestors and descendants of the Artisan Magic Tower felt at ease. They were at a level where they would be fine banging their heads against a pillar and dying right there if their master told them to leave.
Just then, a spine-chilling wind blew.
With a single blink of an eye, corpses were scattered throughout the massive temple. The bodies were not intact. Most were dismembered and strewn about haphazardly.Crimson organs pulsated incessantly in deep red pools of unknown depth. Large and small ponds of blood pooled in every curve held gentle waves.
On both sides of the path leading to the center of the temple, perfect crosses deviating from mathematical units stood at regular intervals from each other.
On each perfect cross hung beings, some intact, others in gruesome forms. Indren did not know who they were, but Feldianne could vaguely guess from what she had heard.They were gods.The divine beings spoken of in the world had been reduced to mere parts of a temple. From the peaceful sky, monstrous birds descended upon the perfect crosses, letting out indescribable cries, and pecked at the bodies of the gods.
[Aaaaaaaah─────!]
[Ughh
Someone swayed endlessly with their head bowed,while someone else screamed for them to leave.
The sounds emitted by the gods embedded in the true cross formed a dissonance.That in itself became a hymn.
Daeng.
A beautiful, soul-stirring bell sound echoed throughout the entire temple. As sounds from all directions intertwined and mingled, it felt as though my mind were drifting away.
Two wizards lay between the crucified crosses.
“Feldi, Anne…….”
Indren crawled on the floor. He gritted his teeth and dragged himself desperately. He approached the terrified Feldianne and wrapped her in his small arms.
“Feldian, n.”“Ah…”“Feldianne!!”
Indren shouted with the dignity of a transcendent being and shook the descendant’s shoulder hard. At that stimulus, Feldianne barely managed to regain her senses.
“What is that?”
Indren pointed ahead and spoke.His voice trembled.
“Feldianne…… Answer me……! Just, just what is that……!!”“The Will of the Surface…… It is the will that, in place of the sleeping main body…… turns the wheel of fate, fate, countless times…… and tunes the errors of that fate…… The Will of the Surface…… Literally, the will of the ‘surface’…….”
Feldianne continued speaking with difficulty.
“But…… the moment ‘you’ fully open your eyes…… even imperfectly…… not just the exterior…… but even your inner will…… will awaken…… from sleep…….”
The eyes are the windows to the soul.Look.I, too, will look at you.
“S-Sir… Ancestor… Ancestor…”
Feldianne could not smile. She clung to Indren like a child. Sweating profusely, she somehow managed to answer him.
It is ‘you’.
In a temple that was both heaven and hell, there was a single throne. At the end of the sacramental path, where sacrificed gods praised with agony and screams, a unique and unrivaled divine throne sat high.
The woman seated on the throne gazed down intently at the two men with her head tilted slightly, maintaining an unwavering posture, whileincessantly shedding tears of blood that had begun at an unknown time.
Creator of destiny.Absolute God.
Oldark is
‘Your’ deep will said.
Feldianne wailed.
“Aaaa
Blood gushed from the eardrum like a waterfall.
Indren was in the same situation, but he endured it with the will of a transcendent being, opened the magic of Zeyu, and hurriedly placed a protective shield on Feldianne.
How are you doing?
It was no use.
Feldianne writhed in agony and gouged out his own eyes. Indren tried to stop him belatedly, but he was almost out of control.Feldianne was a resistor, yet he was human. An ordinary human could not withstand an absolute divinity. Indren spoke up as he somehow managed to prevent Feldianne from pulling out his own brain through the eye sockets.
It felt like I had to do it.Otherwise, it felt like I wouldn’t be able to escape!
“They say she’s doing well! Isn’t it because she’s doing well that Feldianne and we are here?!”
Is that so?
Feldianne exploded.
Brain fluid splattered.Blood splattered.The brain turned into a pulp and lay there, while the pounding heart rolled and hit the knee.
“……uh?”
Indren opened his eyes wide as he witnessed the death of his descendant right before his eyes. He was out of breath. Uncontrollable rage filled his pupils.
“─────────!”
After resisting the absolute deity, it rose and unleashed a barrage of unique magic. Boom! The divine throne was engulfed in a demonic light. The light of magic soon subsided. Thedeep will, the true nature and essence of ‘yours,’ did not even change its posture.
It was then.
Daeng.
As the sound of the heavenly bells rang out once again, the sound of breathing came from behind Indren. Feldianne, who had just exploded to death, was fumbling her body.There was no trace of Feldianne’s death anywhere. The path to the temple where he was sitting was clean.
“S-Seonjo?”“What is this…….”
That is the form of death.
God, hanging on the True Cross, spoke. He was speaking on behalf of the Deep Will. ‘You’ encouraged them to converse through God.
[Since Feldianne Piercia Rate cannot withstand my divine power, I ask Indren Piercia Rate to understand that I am borrowing her voice like this.]
As I looked into Feldianne, I felt a life that could never be deceived.
My emotions cooled down in an instant.
Indren’s mind became even more confused. He could not understand ‘your’ reaction at all. He would have easily accepted it if she were merely hostile, but he could sense absolutely no ill will from her.
Feldianne is a member of the resistors, but is in a state where she cannot think properly… … .
Indren asked on behalf of the descendants.
“Are you not going to kill us?”
[Why must I kill him?]
“Well… isn’t it an enemy?”
[enemy.]
Deep Will smiled faintly.
Then the gods who had become one with the cross and the corpses scattered around the temple laughed.
Haha
And, snap.
The laughter stopped in an instant.
[My arch-nemesis is Oldarc. There is no one but Oldarc. Although Feldianne, who follows Oldarc, could undeniably be classified as an enemy, I will not do so for your sake. Besides, this position is not meant for him.]
“You said it was for my sake…?”
[The Transcendent is an unwanted resistor… a victim caught in the war between me and Oldark. I regret this. Regardless of what choice you make, it is also my fault.]
The tears of blood from the depths of the will grew a little thicker.
[I’m sorry I couldn’t kill Oldark.]
Indren swallowed hard and forced himself to clench his fist to suppress the trembling in his hand.
It was twisted.
I sensed an unfathomable madness emanating from her. Especially the sincerity embedded in her apology. Even Ignacia could not compare to this.
Nevertheless, Indren responded to the conversation.
“If you are not going to kill us, why have you appeared before us? Is it to protect the Citadel? Furthermore, to change the course of the war?”
[I will not allow any intervention. This is solely my destiny.]
“……!”
It was the voice of the old king.
[My sixth apostle said so. So I do not intervene. I never even intended to intervene from the beginning.]
“Then why…?”
[I am…….]
The voice of deep will sank deeply.
[I came to see him off.]
* * *
Buildings collapsed one after another from the shockwave spreading through the city center of the Citadel.Akhand and Verden collided as they raced through the streets.
Sword energy and magic were chaotically intertwined.
thud.
He fed the technique to Verden’s heart. He gritted his teeth and suppressed himself with gravity. Enduring all the repulsive forces, he swung [Interis] in place.
Boom! Roar…
Akand was buried under the building debris.
“Haa, haa…….”
Verden charged straight forward and crushed the Dragon Sword. Their forces clashed. At that moment, Vendie burst through the building and thrust his ultimate sword.Pierced through the abdomen, Akand laughed desperately, his mouth watering with blood.
“Come, everyone.”
He let out a shout, blasted Verden and Vendie away, and headed into the Citadel.
To the old king’s audience chamber.
The blood he shed left a trace.
* * *
Seeing off Akand?
Full of incomprehensible noises.
Indren didn’t know what to say, so he involuntarily closed his mouth. The reason that a wizard boasts of is useless here.
“That can’t possibly be all.”“Feldianne, are you alright!?”
Just then, Feldianne, having regained some semblance of her senses, parted her lips.
“If he revealed his deep intentions, surely, there is another purpose besides this…….”
[Are you curious?]
The chair of the depths gestured. The gods nailed to the true cross stretched out their arms diagonally in unison. Countless drops of blood fell upon Feldianne and Indren.
[If so, please come closer.]
