Episode 1186 The Sixth Apostle (10)
By arbitrarily assigning coordinates to concentrate gravity to the maximum, the space where gravity resides is compressed endlessly, shrinking the volume to near zero. Itis a simple principle, but the ultimate magic born from it was not simple.Above all, it was by no means light.
The single focal point pierced through the sky.
The moment it felt twisted, everything surrounding the sphere was swallowed by the flow.It was an empty vortex.Fragments of the massive island, which had to be shattered by super-level magic, stretched out long and long along the vortex. The light was distorted. It was a grim scene that seemed to defy the laws of physics, but in fact, it was a crystallization of pure gravity.
Astronomers who love the universe have long named this celestial body.
The End of a Star───Black Hole.
Another form of death forged by the Demonic Path cried out with a terrible thirst. In an instant, a horrific gravitational pull extended outward, accompanied by tyranny.
“Gasp……!”“Cough…….”
The Allied forces on the ground were left breathless by an irresistible sense of floating. For a brief moment, their feet floated up and then sank back down. Their legs trembled. Some felt as if their souls had been stolen, unable to muster any strength in their entire bodies.
Even though it was this far away, I just kept my eyes wide open, as if closing and opening them would suddenly suck me into that dark cavity and vanish without a trace.
“Th-this magic is.”
The Master of the Zentir Magic Tower barely managed to take his eyes off the sky and saw Elder Sheorn. There was no doubt. One of the Transcendents recorded in history.The Ruler of Space, Sheorn of Annihilation, Sheorn Kernoden, the 7th-tier Transcendent produced by the Kernoden family… … it was undoubtedly him.
That makes no sense. It’s been ages since he was reported dead.
Transcendents sometimes disappear when they approach the limits of their lifespan,just as the first Demon King did.
Therefore, generally, transcendents who had been missing for more than a decade and whose whereabouts were unknown were presumed dead, and if more time passed, they were recorded in the list of the deceased.
In that sense, Sheorn Kernoden has already surpassed the average lifespan of a transcendent being.
It was around the age of five when Zentir, the Tower Master, came across his records in a book. Gray destruction, an unidentified fleet. The appearance of a dead Transcendent… She was on the verge of a splitting headache from the continuous series of confusions.
What is happening in the world?Just how is the world turning out?
At that time, Elder Sheorn immediately withdrew the magic along with the staff.
Kwaaaaang!
A massive shockwave erupted as the black hole of the Demonic Path, having swallowed more than half of the debris that absolutely had to be destroyed, devoured itself. Anything that touched the edge of the pitch-black hole was physically annihilated, leaving not even a speck of dust behind. Light escaped the distortion and traveled in a straight line.
A large void opened up in the middle of the vast pile of debris that had been covering the sky.
I still have a long way to go, too.
Thump… … thump… … .
My heart rate slowed down noticeably.
Elder Sheorn’s mind and body were strained just by controlling the overall scale for a brief moment.
Had it been deployed with full force, it would have been possible to virtually obliterate most of the debris… but the surroundings were too crowded, so conditions were not right. Ifeven the slightest influence seeped in, it would be difficult to escape the force. It would become even more so as time passed. There was a risk that the allies might be annihilated. Furthermore, even if theycompletely dominated the space, if they were not handled carefully, even Elder Sheorn could be caught in the super-level magic
Still, with this, a way forward has certainly opened.
Verden constructed a small platform in the air to protect the Allied forces on the Citadel.Adrian, Isabella, Regrit, Acetro, and others also decided that they no longer needed to intercept, so they rescued the survivors and withdrew.
The power of the transcendents sporadically shot up from below and smashed the remaining debris. In just a few minutes, the Allied Forces projected their entire remaining strength.
Emperor Zeracl smiled and opened his arms.
“It is the most magnificent rain of my life.”
Eventually, falling debris streaked across the sky and onto the ground, decorating the battlefield. Small craters formed, and buildings collapsed, gouging out hills.Gathered beneath various shields, they covered their heads, bracing for the final impact.
Kwag
The rising dust enveloped the Allied camp.
* * *
Kugugugu… … the earthquake soon subsided.
The air was thick with dust, but no one tried to force it away.It was comfortable because we couldn’t see ahead.Exhausted by the war, even this felt cozy. As days of constant tension repeated themselves, both body and mind craved comfort.
Perhaps because the Citadel was destroyed, all the undead in the ownerless land fell.
Thump, thump.
Castian walked across the ground that looked as if it were covered in thick yellow dust. As he moved in the direction indicated by the [Lugina Horn] he held within him… … he saw the ancient king half-buried in the urban rubble of the Citadel.
“……older brother.”
Castian aimed at [Lugina Horn].
“Why on earth did you do that?”
I understood that obtaining the [Lugina Soul] through Verden’s
Castian wanted to hear the answer he hadn’t heard about 800 years ago. If he couldn’t accept it, he would die with him. From this point on, it was entirely his own choice.
“Why did you start a war?”“I wanted to… save the world…”
Akand barely managed to get up. He stood before Castian. His former dignity was gone, and there stood a battered man on the brink of death.
“Salvation….”“I believed that was right… in this cold… universe… riddled with sacrifice…”
The light in Akand’s eyes had already gone out. Red tears had dried on his cheeks. Castian, who had been gazing at him, soon pulled his lips away.
I understood that there was an unfathomable inner workings behind the two wars.
Brother Akand.
Castian didn’t bother to ask. Knowing there was no time, and hoping for the answer he most wanted to hear, he asked Akand.
“Did you love us, brother?”“Always.”
Akand answered immediately.
“That was my greatest sacrifice.”“…….”
Castian shed tears. The souls of the Xerion Empire stored in the artifact embedded in his chest also calmed their hatred.The thirst for revenge that had lasted for a staggering 800 years was finally soothed. Perhaps Castian had come all this way simply to hear this answer.
Castian bowed his head weakly.
“W-why… why did this happen to us… why to us….”“Castian.”
Akand placed his hand on his shoulder.
“You, chase the gray.”“Brother…?”“Remember this. That Oldark cannot be the alternative.”
Castian was pushed back hard.
“Survive, little brother.”
Whoosh──── Dust was swept away by the gale.
The surroundings were wide open.
The World Alliance, having regained their sight, glared at the old king. They knew his fate was sealed, but having experienced his power, they could not let their guard down.
“Your Majesty……!”“The Alliance Leader…….”
Amidst such heavy tension, Verden advanced toward the old king unhesitatingly and defiantly. Alpha was sitting on Verden’s shoulder.
thud.
Verden stood facing Akand at a distance of about three paces. Castian nodded. He had a duty to see the end of the war.
The determined gazes of the two leaders crossed.
Whoosh!
As Akand extended his broken dragon sword in an instant, Verden swung [Interis], with its gleaming dark red blade, diagonally from the spot.
Rumble!
A thunderous sound erupted.
Akhand’s head fell to the ground. The headless body immediately knelt. The dragon sword that fell from the hand let out a low scream.
The King of Death submitted to the world through death.
The old king was beheaded.Everyone saw it.
“Emperor Xerion, the former king, the tyrant, Akhand Linigea Tain Xerion, who brought tragedy upon us all, has been judged by the World Alliance.”“…….”“With this, the Xerion Empire has fallen.”
Verden declared.
The war is over.
At this very moment, it has been determined who is closest to hegemony over the continent. It has been confirmed with our own eyes which force is at the top of the continent.
It was not the Archenad Magic Kingdom built on the legend of the first Magic King, nor the Arnach Empire, the largest nation of mankind, nor the Luas religion, the mystical Lefragium Magic Tower, nor the Great Beastmen Tribe of the Steppes, nor the Elves of the Great Forest, nor the Dwarves of the Volcanic Regions.
Eon is the best in the world.
Furthermore, the Transcendents recalled the unknown power of Verden that had destroyed the Citadel. As long as that power existed, they could not help but acknowledge it.
It is the age of magic.
Verden is the pinnacle of the modern era.
Get ready to return to your daily life.
daily.
My mind snapped as if cold water had been poured over a longed-for word. There were no undead. Only then did the Allied Forces cast down or drop their weapons.They even cast off their heavy armor. A sense of liberation far greater than that drenched them. With the influence of the Old King and the Evil Dragon gone, the brightened world heralded peace.
“Waaaaaaah──────!”“Home! I’m going home!!”“I, I’m alive……!!!”
Everyone shouted for victory. I was so exhausted that tears flowed involuntarily. The desire to go home and sleep was stronger than anything else.
Aldevan, the twelfth phase of Eon, shouted.
“Long live His Majesty Verden!!”“Oh, noble Sun!!”
Verden! Verden! Verden! Verden! Verden!
And the name of Verden echoed at the end of this war. Reigner Rateon, slumped on the ground, chanted his name at the top of his lungs.Gelton of Manha, part of the adventurer party, and Galliac the Butcher joined in. Theon and Rok of the Ark were also present. This was truly the stature of Eon.
“I… once things settle down a bit, I’m going to go back to my hometown with Gaju.”
Isabella, her face flushed, clapped her fingertips together shyly. Beta was on her shoulder. She did not yet know if Zenaa, the younger sister she had been searching for so desperately, was right nearby.
“We should build the house first.”“It wouldn’t be bad to refresh the atmosphere.”
Adrian was looking at Verden with a very proud expression. My Lord is the best. Before long, the world will belong to him.
“…….”
However, for some reason, Master Bendie was being held in Adrian’s arms in a princess carry. Adrian seemed to have momentarily forgotten this fact while focusing on Verden.
It was then.
“……Verden.”
Saint Ersetia approached, calling his name. The shouts subsided. Her appearance was battered by countless battles, but she still shone brightly.
Nerga, Cain, and Eloris, as apostles, kept a watchful eye on the fanatics of light. If things went wrong, Nerga intended to immediately kill every single believer in light.
Verden welcomed her without hesitation.
“Saint Ersetia.”“…….”
The God of Light must have sensed Verden’s divinity. Even if he couldn’t see through it immediately, he must have eventually realized it. However, Verden never imagined that they would be hostile here, bringing up heretical beliefs.On the contrary, because the Saintess was present, it was highly likely that a holy war against heretics would not take place.
Because he’s a fanatic.
Fanatics are blind. Therefore, they believe only what they want to believe. Even though Ersetia recognized that divine power, she could not regard Verden as a god.How could she acknowledge the existence of another real god when she had never even seen the Goddess of Light in person?
“……Thanks to you, I was able to triumph over a long period of death like this.”
To summarize… … .
“Thank you, Verden.”
Ersetia smiled, yet the corners of her eyes trembled slightly as if she were shrinking. A heart of denial that refuses to see God as a god, even with Him standing right before its eyes.
It was so-called escapism.
