Night of the Soulless Heathens – 211



#211. Even if you lose the light 6

Azadin and Arael were always at a disadvantage in arguments because they were the children of the traitor Acre and their criticism of the Herald Clan’s evil customs and old ways was not accepted properly.

In this situation the support of Midiam a member of the Etar bloodline was a great help but Zion Etar seemed unable to deal with Midiam with words so he made an ambush.

Azadin kicked the ambush away and was indignant.

“You can’t win with words so you resort to force!? You should know shame!”

Despite those words Zion’s expression was calm.

“Sometimes you have to use force to guide your child in the right direction.”

“Who guarantees that you are right?”

“You are the many respected elders of our clan. Who are you to vouch for what is right?”

“The cries of mothers who have lost their children! The blood of innocent people that soaks the drains of this city!”

Sion Etar was not particularly impressed by Azadin’s answer.

But the other heralds were different. They were ashamed of themselves at Azadin’s answer. In the first place they were dragged like cattle to the slaughterhouse by Zion Etar.

Their hearts had already wavered since the Nagas had slaughtered and destroyed the city but Azadin’s confident words and Midiam’s appeal pierced their hearts. However as long as Sion Etar stood firm as an elder they had to stop Azadin.

Azadin held his halberd short like a tonfa hoping to somehow subdue his compatriots without killing them.

But… I wondered if I could safely subdue them by swinging this.

A club flew in with a sound that tore the wind. It had the shape of an elegant long sword getting thicker from the shaft to the tip.

Grimslow’s club has returned.

‘ah.’

Azadin laughed inwardly as he watched the club return to him.

When Azadin was defeated and imprisoned after losing his hand Grimslown’s followers took the scroll which was their treasure.

But the master of that club was still Azadin. From the moment Azadin awoke later and ordered it to return to his hand to retrieve the club the club had already left the Grimslow cultists who had abandoned Bthuma and fled far away and continued to fly towards Azadin finally arriving now.

“You came back just when I needed you.”

Azadin took control of Grimthrown’s club and spun it through the air. It spun rapidly and hurled forward forming a shield of light.

“What is that?!”

“Is it a magic weapon?”

“You’re talented too!”

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The Aragats retreated far away from Azadin’s attacks.

‘This is a completely different reaction from that of a regular soldier. Ordinary soldiers would be out of their minds from being beaten up.’

The messenger clan including the messengers and servants are all masters of martial arts so they are not easily defeated. However it is also a good excuse for those who lack motivation.

“What are you guys doing?”

Zion Etar deliberately denounced those who distanced themselves from Azadin.

“No it’s my first time seeing you.”

“Because I was avoiding it.”

Everyone is making excuses and delaying.

“Okay. Then….”

Azadin wanted to quickly defeat Zion Etar and free the Heralds who were fighting without much will.

But Arael who saw that warned.

“No Azadin! Ignore Zion and go to the castle!”

If we attack Zion now she will flee with her subordinates and we will be sucked into a terrible war of attrition. It was a short statement without a proper explanation but even with that Azadin understood what she was saying and retreated.

But as soon as Azadin retreated Zion stepped forward and began to take the reins of the attack.

‘It’s not easy.’

Should we really call him a member of the prestigious Etar bloodline? His ability to command people is no ordinary one.

Including the undead army of Naga and the Nether retinue they brought with them this introduction site was swarming with over a hundred monsters. Adding the Aragathas to this it was practically a death sentence for Arael and Azadin a group of about ten people.

however.

“Hey you who have ears cover them! Unless you want your soul stolen by the language of darkness!”

Arael began to shout in the language of the Nether. Then the eyes that emerged from the shadows moved and blocked the approaching Naga undead from behind.

The Nagas also commanded the Nether’s servants but they were of a different lineage from Arael. The Storm King’s bloodline and the Snow King’s bloodline used by Arael clashed and a strange noise echoed. The horrible sound of the living beings’ entrails being torn apart made everyone tremble.

“Now is the time!”

The four members of the Flower Bird and Moon quickly moved across the introduction area taking advantage of the gap in the offensive created by Arael and headed toward the fortress. The Aragas in the fortress blocked them but the reputation of the four members of the Flower Bird and Moon was by no means empty.

Seraph and Aleph swung their swords to cut through the front line and Zenith sprayed poison fog to force the enemies back.

As Dimia cast her spell vines grew forming stairs and ladders to make it easier to pass and in other places thorny vines were created to block the enemy’s entry.

These are truly amazing skills. For Azadin who could only imitate the wind and moon of the Kajas these were abilities that were enviable.

“Arael?!”

When Azadin turned to Arael he saw that she was actively using nether magic. She was spitting out horrible language that humans could not describe and summoning nether creatures but each time a part of her body would transform into a nether creature.

Each time Arael would cut off her own flesh with an obsidian dagger to prevent mutation.

“What are you doing Azadin? Go away! Even I can’t stop this army alone… Thud!”

Arael spat out blood again.

Every time she uses Nether magic her body also takes damage. However without Nether magic she cannot stop the Nether retinue of a hundred or so messengers and servants and three times that number of Naga and Undead Naga summoned by herself.

“Huh!”

Azadin quickly took Midiam and Ismail across the introduction area while watching Arael struggle. Midiam and Ismail whose skills were inferior to those of the four members of the Flower Bird and Moon kept falling behind so Azadin had to protect them.

Azadin also passed the fortress blocking the arrows pouring down like rain and absorbing the magic spells with his own unique magic resistance.

“Arael!”

“okay!”

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Arael also turned around and flew across the introduction area as if flying breaking through the fortress. Her movements were just like a swallow flying across the water.

However Arael’s condition was not good to even say the least. Her entire body was covered in blood. It was not because she was attacked by enemies but because she had used the power of the Nether herself.

“Hoo. Is everyone okay?”

“yes!”

In contrast to Arael the four members of Hwajopungwol and the servants they brought are all fine.

“….”

Azadin looked at Arael who was covered in blood.

“It’s okay. It’ll get better soon.”

“You’ll get better soon…?”

But surprisingly it was true. The wounds on the flesh cut by the obsidian dagger were quickly healing before Azadin’s eyes. It was similar to the green magic used by Shati.

“Whew. You saw it?”

“Are you okay? The wound looks better on the outside but it looks like it’s been worn out a lot.”

“That’s why I need you Azadin.”

“what?”

“Azadin. You are the one who will kill the leader. I will open the way for you to get there. But you must kill the leader.”

“That’s ridiculous. Leave that to us.”

The indim of the moon flared up.

“Killing the leader is the greatest honor! Even though Azadin is Lady Arael’s brother it is wrong to give him such an honor when he has not contributed much to us.”

Arael smiled bitterly at Indim’s claim.

But then Azadin felt a creepy sensation as if his hair was being pulled. It was the Emperor’s voice giving him a warning.

[Danger! Azadin! Coming from the castle!]

“What?!”

At that moment birds flew up from the trees near the palace all at once. The Emperor’s urgent voice possessed the surrounding birds and they formed a wall of bullets.

-Pfft!

The feathers of birds flutter in the rain.

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The leader Hathir did not just sit back and wait in the castle. When they learned that Azadin and Arael were approaching they went out to intercept them themselves.

However even though they used expensive black steel they did not expect the Emperor’s voice to be mobilized to protect them. Having lost the advantage of surprise Hatir escaped from the castle with the elders and greeted Azadin and his party.

Then this time black steel balls flew towards the elders. Azadin and his party counterattacked the elders with the black steel balls they had picked up earlier that had fallen on the ground.

“Sanctuary expansion!”

Hathir used the magic of the king. He used the power of white magic from the church of the king who serves the god king Yaegas….

“The sandalwood under the moon!”

Using the magic of flowers birds wind and moon…

“….”

Using the language of the Nether they blocked all the flying blacksmiths. As both sides used up all their blacksmiths they approached and the distance between them became close enough that they could now see each other.

“It’s funny to hear this. You guys are talking about my life.”

Hathir smiled bitterly as he watched Arael and Azadin’s group approaching him with the daring intention of killing him.

I had deployed a considerable number of clansmen to the location but I didn’t expect that so many Heukgangjeon would be left behind. Normally I should have been standing in front of him with my Heukgangjeon completely bruised after having consumed a lot of it and continued fighting.

Nevertheless the fact that he is still in good health is proof that his clan members intentionally sabotaged his work and did not follow his will.

‘There’s nothing we can do about ordinary things.’

That was when Hatir thought so.

“Azadin…..”

Elder Kazas who had been standing next to Hatir frowned as he watched Azadin return with his hand restored.

“You’re talented. To restore a hand. I guess cutting off an arm won’t stop you.”

“Master.”

Azadin’s party was able to avoid the baptism of the Black River thanks to the Emperor’s voice.

These arrows were difficult to see in the air because of the darkness surrounding them but as they neared their target their presence was revealed.

A perfect surprise attack. It was an attack that even the Heralds could not have predicted but they were able to avoid it thanks to the Emperor’s voice blocking it.

“Why Master?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Why are you willing to kill me for Hatir? Am I all you need?”

Azadin was blunt in his questioning. He asked her like a child suffering from favoritism who questions his parents asking why they love others more than themselves.

It was a novel experience for Kazas.

‘He wasn’t like that originally.’

Azadin was a child who always felt that he was more than he deserved. He would accept the graces of Aldis and the teachings of Kazas as if they were not his.

Perhaps he was so humbled by the abuse he received from others that he felt inferior to them.

Azadin who was then making a bold demand

That he was worthy of his master’s love.

‘That is exactly what you said disciple.’

Azadin was his beloved disciple. But….