Night of the Soulless Heathens – 204



#204. Fall 2

Then another messenger standing next to Hatir jumped out and blocked her with his body.

Of course he didn’t just block it. He took up defense by blocking the incoming Black Steel Sword with his traditional Black Steel Sword and surprisingly he succeeded in protecting Hatir.

In return he suffered a serious injury having his fingers torn off but it was a very cheap price to pay for this perfect surprise attack.

“Ugh!”

“Your Majesty!”

“Tsk.”

Hathir looked in the direction the arrow had come from. Azadin appeared in the second floor window of the royal throne room.

“Ah Azadin!”

“You! How dare you approach the leader!”

The messengers were outraged that their own kind Azadin had fired a black spear at the leader but Azadin was also shocked to see the messengers throw their bodies to protect Hatir.

“Are you out of your minds? You would throw yourself for the one who bound us with the curse of service!?”

“How dare you!”

“It’s not something a traitor like you should be arguing about.”

The Aragats were on the verge of salvation. Even if it was not through legitimate means they had already been persecuted by illegitimate means so there was nothing to see.

All the clansmen aimed their bows at Azadin at once. Even Azadin could not dodge or block all these attacks. Furthermore many of them were black steel.

‘How long have you been preparing for this? This many black dragons. Damn it.’

Azadin had a premonition of death.

-Wedge!

All of their arrows flew towards Azadin almost simultaneously.

When Azadin was ready to die something strange happened.

Manja-Zadek a giant who looked more like an ogre than a human took the arrows with his body and protected Azadin.

“Your Majesty!”

Azadin who had originally been wary of the devastated nature of Manza-Zadek was deeply moved.

The entire clan was trying to kill him but the king who was not even a member of the clan but rather the clan’s enemy sacrificed his body to save himself.

“Don’t worry about it. Isn’t it the duty of someone who is a year older to protect a promising young man? This is really good for the body. Even if I get hit by an arrow I can handle it….”

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There’s no way it’s okay.

The arrows embedded in his body are black steel. Even arrows that can blow off the head of an ogre would not be able to penetrate him if he gained some weight.

However the reason why the Black Steel Sword could not penetrate Manja-Zadek’s body was because he had gathered all his spirituality and used defensive magic as much as possible as well as using occult blood magic that was not permitted by the King’s Church.

Although he was already mortally wounded he was using blood magic to move his body and stop the bleeding from his wound.

however….

“I was trying to make the remaining time as comfortable as possible but this is just too much.”

Hathir grumbled and wrenched his hands in the air.

The arrows embedded in Manza-Zadek’s body began to spin violently. Like a school of carnivorous fish squirming and biting their prey the arrows swayed together and tore at Manza-Zadek’s wounds.

“Kwaaaaak!”

Manza-Zadek screamed. Blood poured out like a waterfall as the blood magic that had been holding his body broke.

The shock of the sudden bleeding caused Manza-Zadek’s eyes to spin and convulse. If you suffer shock you will never recover.

The golden king of Bthuma who had fallen like that willingly sacrificed his body and ended his life to protect one of the soulless youths of the impious clan.

“Ugh!”

Azadin picked up the blacksmith’s bullets that had fallen around him and shot them repeatedly at the leader.

Even if you are a leader or someone with absolute power a weapon like Heukgangjeon is dangerous enough.

However… the clan members block the rapid fire of the Black Steel Sword that Azadin fired. They all spared no effort to protect their leader Hatir.

‘shit!’

Azadin did not want to kill his clan. If he could just defeat Hathir would he be able to stop this terrible desecration?

But that couldn’t be the case. Everyone threw themselves into protecting Hatir.

Even if he stains this world with the evil of the Nether if he can appease the resentment of the clan everyone will gladly follow Hatir’s will. Even if he is the one who deceived the clan and ruled them with a curse if he can destroy other races people and nations everyone will protect Hatir with their bodies.

What makes me even more angry is that Hatir doesn’t even think about evading.

‘Please! Get out of the way! Why are you doing that!?’

Azadin repeatedly fired his Black Steel Sword with tears in his eyes. In order to avoid the defenses of his clan and defeat Hatir.

However Hatir could not be even scratched because of his clan who were blocking him.

and….

-Pfft!

A black steel sword pierced through Azadin’s bow and his left arm which was holding the bow. The bone in his wrist was broken and the entire front of his forearm was blown off.

“Ugh!”

In a very short time a huge amount of blood poured out.

Azadin had suffered many minor injuries but this was the first time he had experienced such a horrific injury that resulted in his arm being blown off.

For a moment it doesn’t hurt at all. Even though my arm was blown away right before my eyes it felt like it was someone else’s business.

However to stop the massive bleeding I had to immediately tighten my armpit and press the amputated area with my right hand.

The wound is so large that if left unattended he will surely die from bleeding in less than 10 seconds. However Azadin cannot move at all while the bleeding is stopped.

This way you can’t even protect yourself.

-Wedge!

The clan’s blade flew towards Azadin.

Azadin couldn’t bring himself to draw his sword and swing it so he just had to dodge. However the wound was too deep and he was losing too much blood so his body couldn’t move as it should.

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The blade struck Azadin’s body. The blade did not cut through his armor but the strong impact knocked Azadin down.

Normally he would not have fallen from that blow but Azadin was in a terrible state right now due to the great shock.

“Die! Traitor!”

The clansmen raised their swords to kill Azadin.

But then the body of the person approaching Azadin with a loud noise was suddenly thrown away.

A blast of stone debris rained down into the castle with a loud noise.

It was a cannon that fired by cutting stone shells. Surprisingly the siege cannon was turned towards the castle and fired.

“your majesty!”

Soldiers and knights flocked to the audience room.

Even the Cheonggeun Party soldiers were coming in front of them and they were all excited and had yellow lights shining from their eyes.

The heralds showered them with arrows but surprisingly they did not die even after being hit in the head with an arrow and continued to approach.

Those who became Grimslow’s followers were rather gaining power as the throne of Yaegas was being defiled by the language of the Nether.

“Huh!”

“What should we do?”

“The objective has been achieved. Let us step aside.”

Hathir who had already finished defiling the throne had no intention of remaining here any longer.

Someone could sit on the throne in place of the Golden King and restore the throne of Yaegas by breathing the Book of the New King once more but the power of the Golden King’s children the princes is not as great as that of the Golden King.

Now that the light of the king has faded Btuma will be a beacon in the wind.

“How about a traitor…..”

The messengers looked at the fallen Azadin and asked Hatir about his intentions.

Hatir coldly glanced at Azadin who lay unconscious with his left hand cut off.

“If it’s that wound I’ll die anyway. Even if it’s not what good would a messenger be without an arm? Better hurry. The moment you say “Ah” you’ll be surrounded.”

The messengers jumped out the windows to escape the rushing Btuma soldiers.

The soldiers tried to chase them but they had no way of catching them as they moved quickly over heights more than twice the height of a man as if they were on flat ground.

“this.”

Karchen who commanded the returning soldiers clicked his tongue as he watched the messenger clan running away.

The king was assassinated and the perpetrators escaped.

Although some remain killed or wounded by Azadin’s arrows… the death of the Golden King Manja Zadek in Bthuma will bring about great catastrophe.

furthermore….

As the light of the king’s flower faded the ominous shadows projected across the sky grew stronger.

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When Azadin opened his eyes he was lying on the damp dirt floor. When he looked around he saw that the room was surrounded by bars and Azadin was left empty.

“The arm…..”

About an inch of the left hand and the upper part of the wrist were cut off.

The cut surface was covered with amber sap preventing bleeding. It was Grimslow’s sap. This had stopped the bleeding by plugging Azadin’s wound. If not he would have died.

“Am I a prisoner?”

Azadin muttered absentmindedly.

[Yes.]

The Emperor’s voice answered instead.

“What’s going on? Where am I?”

[This is Amun-Zadek’s prison.]

“Amun-Zadek?”

[The son of the Golden King Manja-Zadek and the current most powerful heir to the throne.]

“Hmm.”

Azadin sat up and turned his head. His physical condition was not as bad as he had expected.

“How did things go?”

[As the light of the king’s fire faded and the attacks of the Nagas led by the Nether monsters intensified the Btooma army lost its center of gravity. Fortunately the efforts of the Qing Dynasty Party which consisted of Nether’s followers allowed the Btooma army to retreat from Btooma in an orderly manner but the Btooma army lost the royal capital and took refuge in nearby farms and fortresses.]

“So how is the atmosphere?”

[The people are angry at the Heralds. They are the ones who killed the king they respected and loved and started the Jupiter era. Of course you fought against that clan but they can’t tell the difference between individuals.]

“Well the Golden King is dead.”

Azadin recalled the last appearance of the Golden King.

He the King of Yaegas who was not even a member of the clan threw himself into Azadin’s quest for him who had been abandoned by his clan.

Even though he seemed to be driven mad by despair he was truly a great king.

Since the clan killed such a person it is inevitable that people’s hatred towards the clan will build up.

A soulless blasphemer who slays the new king.

The significance of the label that follows one’s clan feels heavy once again.

“What about the Emperor’s voice? Is the contract with the clan still valid?”

Does the Emperor’s voice still recognize the Aragathas who have abandoned the Emperor’s mission and relied on the sorcery of the Nether?

When Azadin asked the Emperor’s voice answered.

[The contract with Aragasa has been terminated.]

“….”

I know it’s the natural order of things but hearing that the contract was really broken makes me dizzy. So the curse of service was not placed by the Emperor but by the Senate under the leader Hathir?

Was this a contract that could be broken so easily?

“Then me?”

[You are the only messenger left now.]

“okay?”

Azadin looked at the severed hand.

With this wound he won’t be able to draw his bow properly. And yet Azadin is the Emperor’s only remaining messenger?

A bitter smile came out.

Thanks to Grimslow he was in pretty good condition despite losing so much blood.

“Ugh…..”

Is it because I saw the wounds with my own eyes?

Suddenly my lost left hand started hurting. Funny enough my hand no longer existed but it felt itchy and throbbing.

There was the pain of the cut but more than that the itching and prickling pain of the lost part was unbearable.

The pain and agony of not being able to scratch despite the itchiness driving me crazy coexisted.