Night of the Soulless Heathens – 440



#441. Manifestation of Darkness 4

I forced myself to come here barely having gotten out of bed.

It was obvious to everyone that Azadin was being unreasonable.

However there is no alternative to the plan established by Azadin. If we do not deal with Lord Triodana here and now Azadin’s forces will be completely destroyed.

“Well then Fimbul Horde. We need your help as well.”

“Are you asking us to ignore our operations and shed our blood for your operations?”

The Whites including Dahlia rebelled. They were aroused by the sight of Azadin bleeding and the smell of his blood.

Beneath the beautiful elven hides rage immortal beasts.

Just not rushing at Azadin right away was a testament to his patience.

But Azadin smiled at them.

“Sir Sok asked you to help me didn’t he? Then you have no choice.”

“….”

If only Sir Sok were here now he could make a decision based on Azadin’s response.

However these whites who are subordinates of Lord Sok have no choice but to faithfully follow Lord Sok’s orders.

Even if Azadin interferes with their work and even slaps them they have no choice but to follow Lord Sok’s orders.

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Although the Fimbulbert weather was briefly subdued because it was summer it was still just like an average spring weather.

At Fireglyph the gateway to the Chadra Plateau sleet was now falling.

Triodana the new Knight of Wisdom and the leader of the Wisdom Order looked up at the sky that was sprinkling sleet.

Above the sleet clouds the shadow of a great being is seen.

Every time the great being who gave the power to survive the end times to all the Wisdom Order including Triodana beckons the sleet becomes stronger.

When the rain clouds created in the Netherstrom pour down on the Chadra Plateau their blood moistens the land making it fertile.

The fertile lands of the Chadra Plateau are the power of the Nether Gods. Triodana has now reclaimed the Chadra Plateau and made it subservient to the Nether Gods once again.

“Triodhana Sir. The scouts have detected suspicious movement.”

One of the Northern Aragatha’s informants who had once been a double spy monitoring Triodana prostrated himself before him.

A man reports to him that he has transformed into a hideous monster with blisters all over his body and strange liquid oozing where his eyes should be.

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Triodana questioned after hearing the subordinate’s reaction.

“What kind of movement?”

“The Fimbul Horde defectors are moving abandoning their undead binding rituals.”

“You gave up the bonding ritual? How wise. So wise that it’s suspicious. That’s not something the undead would do.”

The disembodied wraiths are of little use to the Nether’s vassals.

Because the black magic of necromancy is close to the chaos magic of the Nether.

I think the idea of ​​dealing with the Celestials who had become disembodied phantoms was stupid.

“But according to the scout a funeral ceremony was held.”

“Funeral ceremony?”

Triodana smiled bitterly when he heard that.

“King Azadin is here.”

Triodana was also an inspector of the Order of Wisdom who investigated Azadin.

So you can see. In this world the only being who can release the souls of the corpses that are in the mouth of the Fimbul Horde without binding them to the ground and furthermore in this harsh bitter cold world where sleet falls in midsummer is Azadin.

“It’s ridiculous. The so-called soulless blasphemer is our most powerful enemy at present. Even my father who had spread his children all over the world while boasting of uniting the spirituality of humanity has fallen into corruption.”

“…….”

“There’s no point in telling you this. King Azadin will be here so tighten security and increase the number of people searching.”

“Can we tighten security and increase reconnaissance when human resources are insufficient?”

There are not many conscious people in the Wisdom Order led by Triodana.

Most who come into contact with a Great Being go mad the moment they become a servant of the Nether becoming living pain receptors that move as their superiors dictate.

They continue to have nightmares in this world and remain asleep within their bodies while their bodies move according to orders and become beings that fight.

That is why the Triodana side lacks talent to carry out active missions.

However with such a small number of personnel it is impossible to conduct internal surveillance and external reconnaissance at the same time.

“We are drawing troops from St. Mallory. Increase your guard as soon as their reinforcements arrive. And as soon as we capture the human children perform the ritual at Fireglyph.”

“We are short on angel blood and spellcasters. And we are short on children for the Celestial Reincarnation Ritual. When Prince Kalintz took over Fireglyph he prioritized the escape of babies.”

The Celestial Reincarnation ritual required a young baby to create a new body.

However most of those children escaped during the fall of Fireglyph.

“Ah. You mean Kalintz?”

Triodana smiled as he heard the name of his own blood relative for the first time in a long time.

Even though he was corrupted by the power of the Nether it was funny to see Prince Kalintz who was a mess take heroic action to rescue his people.

As members of the same bloodline they protect their people and are proud of their chivalry.

But on the other hand they were even more committed to the evil trick of sacrificing young babies.

“If that doesn’t work I’ll have to get in touch with those damn Telvarin slave traders. These days there are so many people who would sell their children for a sack of barley that it’s hard to beat.”

Triodana said so and headed towards the dock.

At the loading facility on the river between Fireglyph and St. Mallory ships were being prepared to carry Fireglyph’s provisions.

If you take out the grains gathered in the Fire Glyph you can buy a huge number of young babies just like Triodana said.

If you perform a Celestial Reincarnation Ritual using such young babies and angel blood…

Triodana’s plan was to solve the talent shortage.

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Despite seeing the Celestials created through such corrupted rituals degenerate into hideous monsters they continue to plan to destroy the statues of angels and desecrate the blood of angels to create corrupted Celestials.

As Triodana was lost in thought and making plans the sound of the river came into his ears.

The ship’s crew threw the anchor into the water to stop the ship from moving in the current.

Triodana’s attention was drawn there for a moment and then he sank back into his inner self…

-Pfft!

An arrow made of pitch-black steel pierced Triodana’s back and chest.

Triodana’s body staggered from the terrible blow that pierced her lungs.

Despite his plate armor the arrow pierced through it as easily as a sheet of paper piercing through Triodana’s body and starting to fill his lungs with blood.

“Uh… huh?”

The ship’s crew panicked. Someone stuck to the bottom of their ship jumped out the moment they cast the anchor and fired a surprise arrow.

“Ugh! You bastard….”

Triodana whose chest was pierced recognized his opponent and tried to draw his sword but the second arrow hit his pelvis.

The plate armor skirt was pierced with such ease that it shattered the pelvic bone and femur.

“Black River War?!”

Aragasa covered in blisters recognized the arrow and was startled.

These two arrows were already fatal.

But the assassin must have thought that Triodana wouldn’t die like this because he leapt between ships and rushed towards Triodana as if he was flying.

‘We have to stop it!’

A blistered Aragasa rushed out with a sword and a short sickle to protect Triodana blocking the enemy’s advance.

The opponent is a member of the Herald Clan and they are incredibly strong but since they came out from hiding under the cold water their physical condition is probably not normal.

Your body temperature will also be low and you will have difficulty breathing.

But the moment he thought that the assassin stepped on his shoulder and jumped over him lightly.

‘I got hit… He’s an incredibly skilled person right?’

“That’s ridiculous…..”

Triodana tried to block the enemy who was rushing towards her by swinging her blood-red ceramite longsword but she was unable to move properly due to the black steel wire embedded in her body.

-Pfft!

Instead the assassin cut off Triodana’s head with a single blow.

“This son of a bitch!”

The northern Aragasa fired an arrow.

However the assassin picked up Triodana’s body and used it as a shield to catch the arrows pulled out the black steel sword embedded in his body and put it back into his bow.

Many who were watching were speechless at the sight.

‘Are you recycling it because you feel it’s a waste?’

‘That assassin!’

Usually such a bold assassination is one where the assassin himself has no intention of getting out alive.

But the assassin calmly retrieved the black steel sword from Triodana’s body and whistled.

Then suddenly a ghost goat emitting a pale blue light appeared.

He rode it and fled as if trying to break through the still unconscious members of the Wisdom Sect.

After cutting off the head of the Knight of Wisdom Triodana and retrieving the arrow he escapes.

It was truly shocking for the victims. In the blink of an eye their leader’s head was cut off and they all watched with their eyes wide open like fools…

“Chase!”

“Stop it!”

Everyone was muttering something but the assassin had already crossed the river on his ghost goat jumping between the boats and running to the other side.

Those who had caught the horse were stopped in the river.

“Celestial! You can fly?!”

The priests demanded that the Celestials the knights of the fallen Wisdom Order fly into the sky and pursue the author.

But while they were flying the assassin was running further away.

He was running with all his might but I wondered if the ghost goat he was riding would tire since it was an undead animal.

‘Oh I missed that….’

‘It’s hot.’

The leader was assassinated right before my eyes making me lose my will to pursue him.

But then a phlegmy voice groaned behind them.

“That’s King Azadin! We must capture him!”

The voice of Lord Triodana corrected their will to pursue.

Surprisingly the decapitated Lord Triodana picked up his head with his own hands and connected it to his neck.

“The king himself assassinated him! You baseless blasphemous bastard!”

Triodana’s eyes flashed with anger.

“I will command! Everyone follow me!”

Triodana spread her blood-stained wings and flew into the sky pursuing Azadin with the Celestials.

He survived being pierced through the lungs and pelvis and having his throat cut and he chased after them with a blood-soaked ceramite sword.