The mercenary king, reduced to a Soul Cavalry, exerted power surpassing his prime, pressuring Ludmilla and Zebeline.
BBAAAM──!!
Swinging the Bastard Sword, a blizzard roared to life.
But that wasn’t all. Each time he thrust his polearm with his opposite hand, the ground cracked, sending shockwaves.
The Supreme Martial Technique granted to the king of mercenaries. And the chilling aura of disaster spread throughout his entire body.
With gleaming azure eyes, he wielded his formidable weapon, showing superiority even against the Empire’s Red Dragon, known to have never lost in close combat.
“What kind of monster is this…!”
The Saintess with fluttering silver hair reacted in fear as she seized the Scepter of Black Night.
KOOGOOOONG-.
Black lightning gathered, forming a barrier. It aimed to somehow hinder the unrelenting advance of the Soul Cavalry.
But the Soul Cavalry shattered the barrier effortlessly with a strike of the Bastard Sword.
“Second Saintess! Bind the mercenary king!”
“Ugh! I got it, I got it already!”
Ludmilla shouted sharply. Zebeline, swallowing her words, clenched her fists.
-……!
Shards of the broken barrier, destroyed by the Soul Cavalry, erupted in unison with bolts of lightning. That lightning struck, temporarily sealing the movements of the Soul Cavalry, who attempted a reckless charge.
Ludmilla wouldn’t miss that fleeting opportunity.
WHOOSH.
The roaring flames of Tyranny directly struck the Undead. Even though the polearm blocked the direct attack, the furious explosion ignited and engulfed the Undead.
-This kind of, this kind of… attack…!!
SPLAT.
THUD THUD THUD-.
The blue eyes glowed even more menacingly. At the same time, the flames that burned the Undead began to freeze.
Strength was being seized.
The once-raging fire began to wane. In contrast, the cold emanating from the Undead’s soul intensified.
THEFT.
A unique power granted to the fool reduced to Undead.
Seeing him up close, Ludmilla’s beautiful face twisted in horror as she stepped back.
“Second Saintess!”
“Honestly, you expect too much!”
CRRRRACK. KAWAKAWAKAWAKAWAA-.
The compressed force reached its limit and couldn’t withstand the pressure before exploding.
The chilling aura of death engulfing the Undead vibrated violently.
Zebeline, who instantly grasped Ludmilla’s intentions, rained down bolts of lightning on the ground that had been battered by continuous shockwaves, creating a gateway to the abyss. The Undead, focused on unleashing its power, suddenly fell into the depths of the abyss.
“Prepare for impact! There will be aftershocks!”
“Yes!”
KUROOOOOG-.
The ground trembled.
The Undead, falling from the thousand-foot cliff, unleashed the explosion’s aftermath.
We need to get as far away as possible. Ludmilla clung to Zebeline’s slender waist and evacuated from the scene.
At that moment.
The ground, frozen with ice and snow, began to ripple as if it were a wave, and an explosion unfolded. Ludmilla and Zebeline witnessed an unprecedented phenomenon as the earth flipped over.
“Surely, the Undead stole my divine status to enhance its strength.”
“And it released the stolen divine status. It showed a weakness in that process.”
WEAKNESS.
During the process of releasing the divine status, a weakness is inevitably revealed. Theft is just seizing strength.
It cannot be used intact with its own means, leading to the cumbersome outcome of release.
Ludmilla and Zebeline anxiously gazed at the source of the explosion. Indeed, just as they expected, the Soul Cavalry crawled out of the abyss unscathed.
-Come…! The one-horned steed.
The Undead extended its hand.
Then, from the icy cliff, a pitch-black shadow surged forth.
BRRINGGG!!
The thing that responded to the Undead’s call was a steed with a sharp horn.
A cursed ghost horse, all flesh withered, left only a ghastly skeleton. In its guise as a slave of disaster, it was a chilling sight fit for a hero turned into an Undead.
The Undead mounted the ghost horse.
It was the moment it truly became a rider.
-I’ll go…!
RUMBLE.
With the sound of the horse, the Soul Cavalry began its charge, gripping its weapon.
*
Command is the power that influences the causality of reality.
With just one word—
A brief word can snuff out a life.
If one says, “Disappear,” the village would crumble to dust in an instant. And if a more intense will is expressed, such as “Disappear without a trace,” even a city could be wiped out in a heartbeat.
Great power always comes with dreadful consequences.
Beatrice, who learned the realities from a young age, refrained from using her command except when healing critically wounded soldiers on the battlefield. She hid her command as a strict taboo.
BREAK.
But the monster that imitated Beatrice’s form was different.
It spewed forth only malice, like a pure embodiment of evil, dominating the mind.
“Gah!”
CRACK!
His left shoulder, bound by the power of command, shattered.
Edanant responded with a barrage of artillery, using his divine status to recover his broken left shoulder.
“Don’t defile the miracle of the Saintess with the form and voice of Beatrice!!”
The miracle of the Saintess.
It symbolized Beatrice, the heroine of the Romance Fantasy.
She had overcome numerous crises. And she had saved countless lives.
To humanity devastated by the Demon King’s Army and cultists, the pure white Saintess offered hope. The actions of the monster that wielded her command solely for killing were nothing less than a disgrace to Beatrice’s reputation.
-I’m going to forcefully drag it out.
The armor of disaster was summoned.
At that moment, the air rippled, and numerous missiles deployed.
Surface-to-air missiles.
Weapons that pierced through the dragon statues guarding the Demon King’s Castle.
The monster, witnessing the sudden appearance of bizarre metallic objects, showed a moment of confusion. A pointed cylindrical structure mounted on the missiles was an unidentified entity that did not exist even in Beatrice’s memories or the knowledge stored within the disaster’s essence.
EXPLODE!
BOOOOM!!
As the monster shouted, the missiles detonated on their own.
This is not good. It must be a hidden trump card laid by Edanant.
Thus, the monster invoked its command without hesitation, attempting to nullify the attack’s source.
SQUAWWWK!
But there were too many incoming missiles to counter with the power of command.
Only about ten self-destructing weapons.
As it was a brief command, it naturally lacked the restraining power to influence reality.
Edanant seized the moment within the short exchange, exploiting the gap in her command and summoned a barraging artillery strike, making sure not to give the monster any opportunity for counterattack.
*
───────!!!
Scores of surface-to-air missiles all struck their target.
Even if he couldn’t end it at once, it must have rendered the monster combat ineffective.
Edanant lifted his gaze, staring at the scene of destruction filled with ice, snow, and gunpowder.
“Ughhh… AAAAAHH!”
The monster roared sharply.
In response, a fierce icy wind slammed against the interior of the Demon King’s Castle.
-What the hell is that…?
As if the moon intervened to darken the sun, the surroundings were engulfed in shadows, rapidly turning dark. The shadow that had blocked the explosions of surface-to-air missiles soared upward, transforming into a ghastly giant.
With sharply protruding horns, glowing azure eyes like goblin fire.
With every breath, a white cold emerged.
Blocking the falling shells was of utmost importance, so the summoning ended in an incomplete form. As if to show this, the giant only existed in its upper half, creating a chilling wind.
-Is that the disaster of death? Its consciousness sealed, only an empty shell emerged.
TREMORS-.
The tyrant took the form of a three-headed dragon,
famine morphed into the shape of a blind fallen angel.
And death appeared as a giant mixing features of a demon and an undead.
THUD THUD THUD-.
As the giant extended its arm, cold air concentrated, forming a spear of ice.
“Edanant….”
The monster with flowing white hair let out a chilling voice as it raised its head.
The swirling black and white flames within its left and right eyes blazed with ferocity.
“Die right there.”
This was different from the command he had just faced. The monster mobilized even the power of the disaster of death, unleashing the command of death.
Instant Death.
The command imbued with the divine status of disaster seized Edanant’s life.
Reality manipulation. Coercive force tearing causality apart.
Condemned to death, Edanant bowed his head and coughed up blood. But somehow managing to evade instant death, he staggered a few times while desperately maintaining his balance.
-Using command and the divine status of death simultaneously…! Cough! What a filthy trick!
If the divine status of war hadn’t moved of its own volition, he would have lost his life just moments ago.
His vision swirled.
Edanant sent gratitude to the goddess of disaster for the help as he clenched both hands.
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