Night of the Soulless Heathens – 498



#499. Night of the Soulless Unbeliever 10

The Black Ice Citadel had four spires the easternmost of which contained the Eye of Ashajit one of the Nether’s messengers.

Its huge eyes continued to bleed providing food for vampires wights and other undead that needed to eat to survive.

Hot blood gushes from Ashajit’s eyes at the top of the spire and the blood flows down the decorative fountain made of stone and bone and down to the lower levels of the tower.

Here the White Knights led by Sok gather to drink blood and the blood that falls to the lower levels becomes food for ghouls and zombies.

Medium who was tied to the topmost pillar of the tower groaned as he looked at the horrific sight.

“Lord Sok is this the world you want?”

Death Knight Sok the one responsible for tying up Medium nodded calmly despite Medium’s accusations.

“Yes. By becoming immortal the true human awakening comes free from the desires of the flesh.”

Sir Sok saw becoming undead as an ideal situation.

Since I was an orc I always suffered from hunger.

Eating to satisfy your constant hunger can cause your muscles to grow excessively threatening your life.

He wanted to be free from this situation and for the first time he was free from his appetite when he became undead.

He who absolutized that experience believed that becoming undead was the equivalent of transcending the limitations of the body and becoming a fully spiritual being.

If we free all the people of the world from their physical bonds by turning them into undead wouldn’t the ideological virtues of the Knights Templar be revealed to all?

Sok who worshipped the ideals of the Knights Templar created the Fimbul Horde with that single-minded devotion.

“You may think so because you are an orc but most humans are not like that. Humans also have a natural desire for the flesh. Think about it. Novels poems sonnets musical performances paintings sculptures all human cultures would not have been created without the desire for the flesh. When you turn humans into undead you are destroying their culture and severing their civilization.”

“Those people will be made into whites. Whites have a lust for the flesh.”

Whites are undead but they are carnal beings… and their carnal desires lead to destructive and terrible consequences.

It’s suffocating to even think about identifying with a human being who can never be the same as the original human being.

It’s pointless to ask where things went wrong. Medium was so absurd that he was just whining.

“Oh so you’re saying that you’re going to make artists white and keep their aspirations alive? You’re going to choose who becomes an artist and who doesn’t? What kind of arrogance is that?”

If you want to persuade Sok you shouldn’t whine or criticize him. But Medium couldn’t stand it any longer and started criticizing him.

Then Sok nodded as if he understood Medium’s accusation.

“I know it’s arrogant Empress. But realistically in order to defeat Fimbulbert and fight the Nether’s men you have to be a little arrogant.”

“You’re saying that you kidnapped me by force and turned me into an undead because you couldn’t convince anyone? You’re forcing me and the whole world has to endure your arrogance. Isn’t that too much of an outrage?”

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“Because I’m an orc… I have different emotions than the average race so there are some things that we don’t communicate well with. I also know very well that I’m weak in interpersonal relationships Your Majesty. I feel truly sorry for you too.”

Sok has no intention of being persuaded at all. He seems to be thinking that his lack of eloquence is just because he is an orc and that he will continue to push through with his stubbornness.

Sok tried to cast a spell on Medium trying to turn her into an undead while still alive. Medium drew on her magic as much as possible to resist the spell cast by Sok.

At first surprisingly the two sides were tense. Sparks of magic flew between Medium and Sok creating a barrier.

however….

“Do not resist Empress. It is dangerous!”

As Sok increased his output just a little more the medium’s magical power began to be quickly crushed.

Even the clever empress of the Herald Clan was unable to come up with an answer in front of the death knight who had built this huge magical fortress.

But surprisingly it was the messengers of the Nether who saved Medium in the moment of crisis.

-Kwarrrrung!

A giant giant appeared from the southeast accompanied by thunder and lightning.

A fish-man monster with a giant fish head and tentacles made of seaweed moves along the river towards Sandokar while countless Nether minions move beneath it.

Another Nether faction the Grimthrown trees grew together to protect humanity from the Nether faction’s incoming forces but the giant monster slowly raised its leg and kicked the growing Grimthrown trees away.

The trees of Grimslowe shatter under the monster’s feet sending shards flying high into the sky.

Some flew as far as the Sandokar Ice Citadel dozens of miles away.

“This is not the time to conduct a ceremony leisurely.”

Sok left Medium behind and raised his sword pointing it north and casting a spell.

“Arise Necro Titan!”

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The giant corpse Necro Titan that the undead were creating began to move.

As countless ghosts flying through the sky are sucked into the Necro Titan’s body a red glow appears in the Necro Titan’s eyes and ectoplasm flows throughout its body protecting its muscles.

The body made by stitching together corpses slowly rises from the ground as the black magic ice fills in the parts that are still missing or are torn while moving.

-Kurururung!

Just by getting up a loud noise that shakes the heavens and the earth resonates.

Even the Medium had no choice but to cover his ears from the loud noise that shook his insides.

The Necro Titan that arose like that slowly walks towards the fish-man monster.

A fish-man monster also emerges from the river and heads straight for the Necro Titan.

Both of them moved slowly but with each step they took they walked dozens of steps and with each step vibrations and shock waves spread out in all directions.

And the moment he approached a giant iceberg grew on the Necro Titan’s fist.

The Necro Titan raised his hand which had turned into a block of ice and struck the fish-man monster in the face with a cool punch.

-Boom!

The ice shatters and the black magic trapped within it explodes sending countless ghosts pouring down.

A torrent of spectres released from the shattered ice pour down and attack the Necro Titan and its countless Netherlings beneath its feet.

The fish-man monster also raised the claws of its spined hands and scratched the nape of the Necro Titan’s neck.

A shock wave was created as ectoplasm and pieces of corpse flesh were torn away.

-Whooooow!

The earth’s vibrations reached the sky and thunder roared and lightning flashed scattering the shadows of Necro Titans and mermaid monsters across the world.

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It’s like a fight between giants from mythological times.

“oh my god….”

Medium was astonished at the battle of giants unfolding before his eyes.

But then a magical flame appeared in front of her and wrote words on the ground.

‘Are you alright Your Majesty?’

“oh?!”

The startled Medium turned around and saw Ismail hiding behind the fountain of blood.

Surprisingly Ismail came all the way here to rescue her.

Medium showed the handcuffs on his hands. They were not locked with a padlock but were made of Sok’s black ice so they were not easy to break.

Ismail gave up the handcuffs on Midiam’s hands and went to the chains that bound her to the pillar.

While Sir Sok was distracted by the manipulation of the Necro Titan he quietly drew up the most powerful and pure magic of the Hwajopungwol the Moon Magic.

-The flowers birds wind and moon are dark and beautiful!

Ismail pulled out a small obsidian dagger and swung it cutting through the chain without a sound.

Medium was still handcuffed but at least he was able to get free from the pillar.

Medium and Ismail carefully avoided Sok’s eyes and began to move down the fountain of blood.

The whites hanging from the fountain of blood were distracted by the fight with the Zibek party that had arrived at the bottom of the spire.

“What happened Ismail? How did you get here?”

“Of course I came to save the Empress. Try those ice handcuffs too!”

Ismail tries to unleash the Dark Moon again but his sword fails to gather magical power.

It is clear that he has lost a significant amount of energy due to the dark moon that was unleashed a little while ago.

“Okay! Let’s just put this on and go!”

“Yes! Everyone! We have rescued the Empress! Let’s escape! Now excuse me.”

Ismail said so and took Midiam in his arms.

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On his first day participating in the Messenger Clan’s joint training Ismail instinctively felt that he was superior to the other children.

He was stronger smarter and more agile than other children his age.

Even more so than his older brothers.

But because of that he became a great worry to his parents and siblings.

‘Ismail. Never never have second thoughts and be loyal to your master.’

‘We must not become messengers.’

‘If we become messengers it is only when the master wants us to be messengers.’

I remember my parents’ frightened eyes.

The eyes of a slave who is worried about what might happen because of his child’s talent rather than being happy about it.

Ismail detested such mean behavior from his parents and brothers.

But there was nothing I could do.

His family had been slaves of the Etar clan for generations.

To atone for the sins of his ancestors who had committed a great sin against the Etar clan and were captured there was no way to atone for them forever…

They have also willingly sacrificed everything to the Ethar Clan in order to obtain the various material conveniences and protections that the Ethar Clan provides.

And perhaps if the Etar clan wanted they would be willing to sacrifice Ismail.

Ismail knew it intuitively and indeed the Etar family pointed him out afterwards.

‘I will use Ismail as the West East.’

A message like that came in.

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Before leaving home and heading to the mansion of the Etar clan Ismail’s parents and brothers gave him a strong warning.

Never disobey the elders of the Etar clan.

Satisfy them like the tongue in your mouth.

If we were to create a mean lowly and humiliating soul and make it into human form would this be what it would look like?

Ismail lost all pride in his own blood.

If only he could he would have drained their filthy blood from his body but he was still young.

The weight on his back was so heavy that a child alone could not carry the load against the current and carry out his own will.

I thought about running away but I often heard stories of men becoming pregnant giving birth and dying because of the curse of service.

Even the child born that way was said to be a cursed child who had no eyes and no talent and was too shameful to be called a member of the messenger clan.

Even if I die I can’t be like that. But is it true that even such a curse is cast for the sake of the five founding families including the Etar bloodline?

As he finally set off for the mansion of the Etar clan young Ismail made up his mind.

If the child of the Etar clan who considers himself the West is a worthless person…

I will definitely make him my food.

I will do whatever it takes to build up your strength and hit you in the back of the head.

Even though he was still a child Ismail made that pledge.