Night of the Soulless Heathens – 337



#337. Heart of Destruction 3

Atop a group of hippogriffs stood a knight who looked like he had stepped out of a painting holding a flaming sword.

“I am Triodana the Hospitaller of the Order of Wisdom the Knights of the Salvation Order! I have come to save you!”

As he spoke dazzling wings of light spread from the back of the knight.

People were moved as the angel’s wings shone brightly in the dark sky.

They soared through the sky and finding no suitable landing spot landed on top of a caravan.

The sight of the imposing hippogriff and the knight with angel wings holding a flaming sword who looked like an angel to anyone made it look like a scene from a heroic legend.

Many people were excited and hopeful just by its appearance.

Taking advantage of the gap a young man with black hair and a bird mask got down on the hippogriff looked around and took off his mask.

Although he may look more plain than Celestial he is the leader of the warlord who conquered the Chadra Plateau and the real owner of this merchant group Azadin.

“Oh Sir Azadin!”

The guards of the Chamber of Commerce the men of the Azadin warlord recognized Azadin and were thrilled.

Since Azadin himself flew in on a hippogriff to rescue them they believed that at least he could resolve the situation.

The loyalty that Azadin’s subordinates had toward him was that great.

“Herald!!”

“yes!”

“Get the refugees into the caravan circle. Second row! On the right! Vermillion soldiers! Help the refugees get safely into the caravan circle!”

“yes!”

“Tell people to drive on the right side! They’re going out this way!”

The soldiers immediately began directing traffic as per Azadin’s instructions.

The confusion was alleviated when the control said they would let them into the carriage circle.

The refugees began to follow the controls without complaint when they were told that they would be allowed into the wagon yard and thanks to this the road was opened.

“Triodhana Sir!”

“Speak.”

“Come north with me. Support the warriors of the north!”

“i get it!”

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As Triodana spread his wings and leaped into the sky he soared high enough to easily leap over a house or two. Azadin jumped on top of the chariot and ran after Triodana.

“Wow you really have become a knight. Azadin of Mu-an…”

Delia was amazed as she watched Azadin quickly sort out the situation and run towards her.

She was looking down on the refugees and was furious at their unrestrained and ungrateful demands but Azadin quickly and concisely resolved the situation. Of course everyone was silenced by the impact of the appearance of the angel-winged knight Triodana…

Even so it cannot be said that it is not an outstanding crowd control ability.

‘It really… has the power to make you want to believe.’

Delia found herself cheering for Azadin and smiled bitterly.

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In Hybris a cultist is a general term for those who have undergone physical mutation due to their obsession with black magic the forbidden sorcery of the Kurt pantheon or nether magic.

In other words the emergence of a cult meant that humans had been discovered to be consumed by the power of the alien.

Baron Jerrod’s army was facing off against bizarre humans with thorny tentacle arms the very power of these cultists.

Once human they crawl on the ground in grotesque forms brandishing fearsome tentacle whips.

The startled knight fends off the tentacle with his shield and spear but the tentacle sparks against his shield and smashes his horse’s head.

The horse screams spits blood and falls down.

“Ugh!”

The knight’s arm which was blocking with a shield was also broken.

“Damn it! What kind of power is this….”

Killing a horse with one blow and breaking the arm of a knight in plate armor with a single blow. I absolutely must not fight him.

Baron Jerrod immediately drew his pistol.

“All hands fire simultaneously!”

Perhaps because they were knights and servants of the Banreung Kingdom they all had pistols.

The knights took out their pistols which they had carefully kept to avoid getting wet from the rain and began shooting all at once.

Half of the shots failed to fire because the powder plates were soaked with rain but when the other half fired a thunderous roar shook the earth.

-Pop!

The monsters of the cult are falling.

The power of gunpowder weapons is truly absolute.

But then the cultists came again.

“Grrrrr.”

“Huh!”

Once a pistol has fired it takes too long to reload.

So the cavalry of the Kingdom of Banreung uses the tactic of shooting the caracol pistol retreating reloading and then re-entering but when it rains on the battlefield like it is now there is no place to reload the gun.

“We have to fight here! There is no way back anyway!”

Baron Jerrod put away his pistol raised his sword and encouraged his soldiers.

But when you think about the sheer strength of those monsters hand-to-hand combat is suicidal. There is no place to retreat so you have to fight but what should you do? That was when I was worried.

“Witness!”

A winged knight landed in the sky.

“uh?”

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“Oh my god you are an angel!”

Everyone was horrified at the sight.

Celestial Triodana arrived at the rear before Azadin.

He conjured a flame with his ceramite longsword and ran his finger along the blade.

Then he moved the sword’s flames to his hand created a sacred letter of flame and drew it in the air.

“Holy Flame!”

A gust of fire rose in the cold night rain. As Triodana swung his sword the gust of fire surged forward sweeping away the rushing monsters.

“The monsters caught in the flame storm rose from the ground and burned. They let out terrible screams that were beyond description but to the soldiers whose lives were in danger they sounded sweet like a heavenly hymn.”

“Triodhana Sir!”

“I will help you!”

“We have arrived!”

The other Celestials who were Triodana’s subordinates also revealed their wings and began to fight the monsters.

When the knights in the form of angels appeared the people were moved as if they had seen a ray of light in the midst of destruction.

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As Triodana and the Celestials passed Azadin gave way to them and cautiously looked around.

Many monsters are swarming in from the darkness. Because of the road the attack is currently concentrated on the rear but as more troops arrive troops that have naturally bypassed the flanks will arrive.

We had to either cleanly cut off the enemies from the rear or use a separate force to expand the front line.

‘Certainly the Celestial looks better.’

Azadin was secretly amazed at how the Celestials instantly captured people’s hearts.

Although the ritual of reincarnation as a Celestial is a blasphemous act those born that way were certainly beings who gave hope to people in this age of destruction.

As a member of the universally hated messenger clan he was called the Azadin of Mu-an and was despised for his hideous appearance but he feels complicated when he sees the Celestials who are loved by everyone just for their appearance.

Should I call it jealousy… or self-pity?

Of course this doesn’t apply now that I’ve taken Arael’s form but that makes me feel even more empty.

‘Where can we see Triodana’s skills?’

Not only Triodana but also his subordinates the Celestials rushed in with their ceramite longswords drawn and fought the cult mutants.

Among the cult mutants some still have humanoid forms while others have already mutated into giant tentacle-like creatures.

The Celestials fought very well against them.

They swing their swords with such great strength that it seems as if they were connected by a machine cutting and burning everything that touches the blade. The tentacle attacks of the cult mutants that could kill even a horse with a single blow were countered by the Celestials with their swords.

“Wow!”

“The angels are truly amazing!”

“We are alive now!”

It is difficult to see the soldiers happy and joyful. When you think about the Northern Qi’s ambition behind the Celestial manufacturing process you wish people would not cheer for them but you also understand that they are in an environment where they cannot help but be fascinated.

[It is an honor that you deserve Azadin. Are you not the chosen one of the angels?]

Arael’s voice spoke to Azadin.

‘Well I’m not sure. I’m sure that I’ve been blessed with divine power and I’m sure that I’ve welcomed some higher being but that doesn’t mean that I’ve been chosen by the angels.’

[No matter what you deserve to be loved Azadin. Haven’t you been persecuted since childhood yet you have strived to save people and defend virtue and justice? Even when others insulted and persecuted you your convictions never wavered. But now the truly impious made by grinding down angel statues have taken away the glory you deserve just because you have wings. They call you a soulless impious.]

‘I don’t know that either.’

[What do you mean you don’t know?]

‘Because I want to be loved so badly.’

[…….]

‘Yes. I envy the worship and love that the Celestials enjoy and the unwavering trust that is poured into them. Even though I became a member of the Salvation Knights and grew into a warlord on the Chadra Plateau people still looked at me with suspicion and distrust just because I was a member of the Herald Clan.’

[….]

‘I want to be loved. I want to give and receive trust and I want to be able to communicate and interact with someone not be alone on this earth. However the more desperate my desire is the more I suspect that I hate them. If I hate the Celestials beyond justified anger I’m afraid that my jealousy and desire will lead me to make the wrong choices.’

[Stupid… to that extent.]

Arael’s voice said that Arael felt sorry for Azadin.

In Arael’s voice the Celestials are scum who usurp the glory that should belong to Azadin the rightful agent of angels.

But Azadin who has lived a lonely and miserable life stands aside from the Celestials who commit wrongdoings in order to uphold justice.

‘Rather than that do some reconnaissance. How far do these monsters extend?’

[I don’t know.]

‘I don’t know?’

[The cold wind in the sky is a powerful magical storm making it difficult to fly and scout the surroundings. However the entity causing this wind is approaching and can be seen even from this height.]

Arael’s voice shared the vision with Azadin.

Above Azadin’s head where Arael’s voice was flying a snowstorm not rain was swirling about two towers high.

A blizzard and thunderstorm were coming down from the north and its source the source of the wind was getting closer.

[This is a great opportunity to see the stupid Celestials self-destruct. They’ll die if you leave them alone. It’s not your fault.]

‘Then I guess I should go help.’

[You stupid guy.]

Arael’s voice lamented knowing that Azadin would not let the Celestials die.