Night of the Soulless Heathens – 370



#370. Call of the Throne 8

“That’s cruel.”

Jibek stuck out his tongue.

“what?”

“No I mean what you did to that friend Count. He must be in love with Midiam and rationalizing his suffering for her. But…”

Considering your status it would be a boast to say you’d torture Medium.

Azadin said that coldly.

“You were like that too Jibek. If you feel sorry for yourself and confine yourself to rules you will never know your true desires.”

While Ismail rationalized himself with the hierarchy of the herald clan and his love for Midiam Zibek paralyzed himself with the laws of the royal church and his cult of lineage from the Ya’agaz clan.

“That may be true but usually people who are caught in such a self-contradiction will not come out of their delusion even if you tell them the truth. They will just hate you for saying something unpleasant.”

“That’s true. Just looking at this arrow you can tell. This isn’t a normal expression of affection is it?”

Azaddin stuck the arrow that Ismail had shot at him into his pole.

“But I don’t have time. I don’t have the leisure to seriously think about it and resolve it.”

Azadin took a step forward.

“In this case hmm. Should we capture Sion Etar? No. Then Midiam will be in real danger. If we overthrow the Etar clan there will be no one to protect Midiam.”

Azadin knew that Midiam was held hostage because Sion Etar held real power in the Senate but that she was also safe.

If the Etar bloodline loses power within the Senate then it becomes truly dangerous.

‘But that is a really arrogant statement. Even though he is the man who defeated Griselda we are only a small number of people.’

Edir who was listening to the conversation between the two stuck out his tongue at Azadin’s arrogant remark.

‘I can avoid enemies thanks to the blood spiders summoned by that blood wizard but you want to increase the number of enemies here? No the problem is… everything he said seems like it will come true.’

But then I was surprised to find myself convincing myself of it.

“I guess I’ll have to take the throne here. The throne is calling me.”

Azadin said so and held out his hand to Edir.

Edir flinched as he took out the dry goods from his backpack like a porter.

“The throne calls? Are you talking about the Quartz Throne?”

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“….”

‘No maybe he’s just crazy.’

Although he thought it was blasphemy Edir never said it again.

I gave up on understanding Azadin.

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The Celestial Fire Knights naturally operated a reserve force.

Entering the heart fortress of Banreung Mountain is suicidal.

So they used the Wendigo’s followers as cannon fodder to take the initial gunfire and artillery fire and then charged forward at a terrifying speed starting a melee.

This terrifying speed of charge means that every sprint ends with a close encounter with enemies.

Even Celestial Knights who are several times more powerful than humans lose stamina.

It is impossible to continue fighting without operating a reserve force to rotate troops and allow them to rest sufficiently.

But… suddenly from the rear Ashajit’s followers were reinforced explosively.

The Celestial Fire Knights went from having the upper hand to being annihilated in an instant as the reserve force resting in the rear was attacked.

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“So didn’t you tell me?”

Manawidan the king of the dwarves said it was no big deal.

“I am the true king and this is the light of my kingship!”

Pale magic a distorted force stretches out from the quartz throne towards the world.

The power of the Blood God Ashajit is clear but it is also the power that allows the dwarves to defeat external enemies and protect the kingdom.

“Celestial Fire is a crude fake angel created by that unlucky Cohen. If I subdue them and reveal their secrets the Knights of Salvation will bow down to me. It would be fun to have an order of knights with angel wings under my command. Just think of angels even if they are fake bowing down to you!”

It was a truly mean and vulgar remark for the master of a kingdom but his subordinates all cheered in joy.

The dwarves who had become vampires had no self-restraint in their desires and even without that the situation in the kingdom was dire.

The onslaught of Celestial Fire was being repelled but instead the blood vessels that had transformed the bodies of the Yaegas gods were attached to the quartz throne pulsating and growing as they spread.

The throne room decorated with granite and marble has now been transformed into the inside of a living organism covered with blood vessels and muscles and the mutation continues to spread.

In this bizarre transformation no one dares to resist Manawidan.

“Accept it. I am the king and this is the light of my kingship. When a rightful king sits on the throne the light of the kingship protects the kingdom!”

Manawidan shouted towards the throne.

Perhaps he is shouting at the Yaegas gods who have mutated into Asajit’s retinue and are now blood vessels attached to the throne.

But then it happened.

An arrow flew in with a sound like the wind was tearing.

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The startled dwarf guards tried to intercept the arrow but it twisted in the air and escaped quickly like a trout slipping through a human finger.

Then it shot up into the sky and exploded in mid-air creating electric sparks.

A lightning spell that is less efficient than the lightning spell used by dwarven sorcerers.

But the moment the lightning struck the ground a chain of explosions occurred.

Magic stones were placed all over the place.

Blood spiders were moving along the blood vessels lining the floor holding magic stones and taking up positions.

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The throne room corridors were covered in veins so even the dwarf guards couldn’t help but notice something suspicious.

-Pants squeak!

The magic stone explodes amplifying electricity and spreading it in all directions.

The dwarves swept by the magic stone’s magical storm screamed as they were shocked.

“Kwaaaaak!”

“Eww!”

“Your Majesty!”

As he watched the dwarves fall Manawidan looked in the direction the arrows had come from.

“Hmm.”

But this time the arrow came from the opposite direction.

The arrow that had first flown in from the eastern passage then flew in from the western passage deflected towards the throne and then flew straight down exploding among the guards.

This time the magic stone set on the floor exploded and swept away the guards.

“You bastard!”

As Manawidan struck the armrest of the throne the impact spread through the ground causing the blood spiders that had turned into the size of ants to burst out all at once.

The blood spiders created with blood magic were absorbed into Ashajit’s blood vessels.

“You’re quite the assassin! Who are you? Celestial Fire… or is that soulless blasphemer?”

Manawidan noticed who was doing this.

Guardian of Sandokhar and Margrave of Naisandokhar.

And the person who stole Asajit’s heart from Griselda. There was no other way to explain it than as Azadin.

“Oh I see. You said you had Ashajit’s heart right? It seems you were able to evade our surveillance and enter here with it. Very well. Offer Ashajit’s heart. Then I will give you the titles of Sandokar and Coxhal Visen.”

It was a truly arrogant statement. Even though he was a king he demanded that Azadin who already harbored a lot of hostility offer him treasure and join his army.

Moreover in this situation seeing that Coxhal who had already been destroyed by the Sandokar vampires and dwarves who had asked for protection from Azadin was betting on the Visen region which was in a similar situation makes me wonder if he had a guilty conscience.

Azadin offered Ashajit’s heart as a reward hoping that she would surrender.

“I tried not to answer but you really are an annoying personality. I feel sorry for Griselda who had to serve you as her superior.”

Azadin’s voice lingered in space. The Heralds had the ability to project their voices so Azadin’s voice could not be used to determine his location.

“Are you going to continue to use such tricks? If so I will show you the light of the king’s flower!”

“The light of the King’s Flower? Your guards just now were helpless…”

However when Manawidan placed his hand on the throne pale magical power emanated from the throne.

Suddenly a small heart appeared from the ground.

The blood vessels on the floor clumped together to form a heart shape then spurted blood like a fountain.

No it should be called a fountain shaped like a heart.

As the blood touched the bodies of the dwarf guards who had apparently been struck by lightning and fallen they recovered and began to rise.

The blood supplied to the already vampire-ized dwarves regenerated their wounds.

“Where in this place is there anything that could be called the light of the King? It’s full of disgusting monsters.”

“Hmph! He protects his people. Isn’t that the image of a great king who is a role model for others?!”

Manawidan was indignant at Azadin’s remarks disparaging his ‘Light of the King’s Flower’.

It seemed as though he truly believed what he was saying.

“Are you serious? Was he always like that? Or did the magic of wishing distort his mind? Either way it would be pointless to continue talking….”

“hmm?”

Suddenly Azadin’s words were cut off.

Manawidan who had been on edge because he couldn’t figure out Azadin’s location suddenly felt a chill.

-The flowers birds wind and moon are all in one!

A figure appeared behind Manawidan. The man who had not run from anywhere but simply stepped on his shadow swung his sword without even looking back.

-Whew!

Aurelia Dawn an antique warsword with a golden blade sliced ​​through the vampirized Manawidan’s jaw from bottom to top of his head.

Even for a vampire with regenerative powers losing half of the head is a fatal wound especially when the weapon is Aurelia Dawn.

A golden dawn that burns vampires forever.

And above all the magic of flowers birds wind and moon that easily penetrates the guards’ encirclement.

It was an exquisite technique that made it clear why the Herald Clan was feared as assassins who could even kill kings.

However Azadin was not satisfied with that and swung Aurelia Dawn again completely cutting off Manawidan’s head.

“this guy!”

“your majesty!”

The surprised dwarf guardsmen rushed in.

“Originally it would have been resolved with a magic stone storm!”

Azadin aimed his bow at the guards resurrected by Manawidan’s bloody heart and then he casted Aurelia Dawn.

‘What? Are you crazy?’

‘That big sword with a bow? It must be a hundred times heavier than an arrow?’

Firing a warsword with a bow seems like nothing more than the actions of a madman.

The dwarves here had little experience dealing with the Heralds so they didn’t understand when Azadin placed Aurelia Dunn in the Moon Palace.

Even though he had been dealing with the Herald Clan he seemed unaware that they had the skill of throwing large swords using bows.

If you don’t know you have to be right. It was an eternal truth.