449 – Reverse Heaven Trial – 12
The descendants are often compared to the limbs of the sect. That’s not just a metaphor. The subordinates are governed by the lord’s mood, will, and orders.
Let’s think about the right arm. When you give a command, it moves. When you want to grab something, you move and grab it instinctively without having to individually control the movements of your fingers or joints. Sometimes, if there is a limit or a problem arises, it may not move properly. But I don’t act arbitrarily. Unless you’re a baby with new arms.
Family members are just like that. Limb. The progenitor swept the world with thirteen limbs to fight for him, who had nothing but power. Now it has come off and is revolting.
Then… What happens to the power and knowledge that the Sioux have learned and gained? It’s entirely for the arms and legs, so if the bridle breaks, will it disappear forever?
This may be the case for most, but not all. No, the journey is much different as you have experienced and learned much more than if you had no arms and legs.
Myuri was confused after being hit directly by a huge arm stained with darkness. Of course it wasn’t because of shock.
Long ago, the most dangerous enemy of vampires was neither Seonghwangcheong nor humans. Light. A sacred power that changes all things. For vampires whose bodies died and remained as they were, the sunlight that transformed the medium of blood magic itself was a powerful poison.
The same goes for Tirkanjaka. She wore her blood to block her light. She protected the vampires by creating a shield of her blood with her powerful blood magic. The denatured and contaminated blood quickly turned black, but Tirkanjaka used even the broken pieces as a shield to block the light.
Darkness is not power. The absence of light is all. If you can block light, you can create as much darkness as you want. Tir Khan Xhaka only used blood that had turned pitch black as her tool.
However, humans who saw the vampires who always drove the darkness were afraid of it and called it darkness to oppose God.
The common perception of many people distorts the essence. This is especially true when it comes to human beings. So Tirkanjaka came to deal with darkness. It has nothing to do with blood vessels.
However, she was familiar with the darkness, and Muri, who inherited some of its power, was well aware of the nature of darkness. Crumbs and dripping blood to block light. Something that she doesn’t even properly receive the power of blood scheming jutsu. She is a false idol, and although she has become more than a lump of power, the power of the darkness is insignificant.
… However. Now, this darkness overwhelms Muri, even if only for a moment.
“Blood energy-? No, even if it’s a black knight clad in blood, this is-.”
Myuri came out of the darkness and clung to the ceiling. She looked at Tir Khanjaka with eyes piercing through the darkness.
“Progenitor-?”
Tir Khan Xhaka stretched out her arms.
It is not the arm that hit Muri. Those short, thin arms can’t reach Muri. It was Tirkanjaka’s shadow that hit Muri. A wavering darkness hovers behind her, stretching out her arms as if imitating Tir Khanjaka.
It was a shadow imitating actions that had been shown once in the bottomless pit. The only difference is that it is strangely powerful.
Tir Khanjaka opened her mouth. Following her, her shadow also opened her mouth, dripping darkness.
[Muri. Isn’t it amazing?]
“Yes-? What-?”
[Didn’t you who seemed to be loyal forever change your attitude overnight?]
Vampires do not feel fear. The heart stopped, the sense of pain died, and even if injured, it could easily be regenerated, so there was no feeling of fear.
But is it because he broke the chain, or is it because the opponent is the progenitor? Myuri felt as if cold water droplets were running down her spine. Perhaps you would call this fear.
[We lived in a world that did not change for over a thousand years. I thought loyalty, love, and emotions would be eternal, just like mine.]
The voice made by Tirkanjaka’s shadow seemed to grab hold of the space and shake it. Myuri felt a strange impulse in front of this ominous presence that aroused fear.
I want to sing.
[…] I also thought that my feelings for Hugh would never change. Even when she was spending the night, her heart swelled at the thought that this moment would continue every day. I continued to look at his sleeping face and was immersed in happiness.]
“O founder, who obtained the happiness he desired. The progenitor, who realized the joy I had never known before. Please tell us. “How are you now?”
Shadow answered Myuri’s question containing a melodious tone in a soggy voice.
[I hate it. I hate it so much I can’t stand it. I thought I would give him my all, but I resent the fact that I can’t be his everything. It’s only been one night, and I’ve only heard a whisper from you…. Was it possible for the mind to change so easily? Was the will this weak and soft?]
“The heart is a reed-, the heart is a reed-. “When the wind blows, the heart is like a weak and soft reed that lies down without any support.”
[The same goes for you too. Thousands of years of loyalty were just words bound by a bridle. As soon as the bloody bondage disappeared, he pointed the tip of his sword at me.]
“Who brought wind into the reed field? Did you see, a tree standing quietly in a slanted world? “Who blew the wind into this field of reeds?”
[…] And it’s frustrating that I can’t deny that Hugh wanted all of this.]
Tir Khan Xaka, who poured out his emotions in the melody of Muri’s song, dropped his hands and lamented.
[Perhaps, if you hadn’t started the rebellion. I wish I had stayed with him longer. This resentment has become a sharp thorn and is heading in all directions. I want to stab anything. I want to make a hole and make it bleed. But I know. The person who brought in all these winds was none other than Hugh.]
As soon as Tirkanjaka finished speaking, the shout moved. Because he poured blood into the bricks, Erzébut is able to manipulate each and every brick of the castle with blood magic. Erzhebut, who found Tirkanjaka, opened the road leading to Tirkanjaka.
At the end of the road on the other side, there was an Elder who came with his own wish. Erzébut, who was ambitious, Rahu Khan, who wanted an unchanging lineage, Runken, who wanted endless struggle, and Kabila, who had twisted loyalty. From hungry Bakuta to singing Muri.
“O progenitor.”
“Clan leader.”
“Sister.”
They were just like Tirkanjaka who wanted a heart. Those who came with an affair were trying to get something from Tirkanjaka. Tirkanjaka muttered as he felt the wind blowing through the spacious space.
[…] Phew. This is the sight you wanted. I think I understand a little bit now.]
Until now, Tirkanjaka had not had to think about anything. Because she had her limbs to move for her.
Now that he had lost all of his limbs, Tir Khan Xakhar used everything he had experienced and seen so far.
Elders may be more skilled in combat. But her blood magic belonged to Tir Khan Xhaka. Even if you don’t understand the battle, the blood magic used in it is all under Tirkanjaka’s authority.
All powers converge to one point.
Black darkness gathers to form a body. Her pitch-black shadow that resembled her came to mind.
[I was a corpse at that time, and was itself a principality and ancestral deity. It was the land that supported you.]
Like a shadow, it exactly resembled Tirkantyaka, and was probably ten times her size. The only thing that was different from the shadow was that it had a clear substance.
[Because you do not want a living, breathing country, a land that moves as it pleases. You reject my existence…. That is your wish.]
With a powerful intention, the blood that filled Tirkanjaka’s body flowed into the giant made of shadows. With Tirkanjaka as the heart.
The shadow stretches. Both red arms scratch the walls of the old castle. Suddenly, the walls of the old castle are being torn apart without any resistance.
Substance, power, and… The giant who has gained emotions and a heart is no longer just a shadow. It surpassed the level of a doll made of darkness. That is Tirkanjaka’s body itself.
If the blood does not come out of the body, the category of ‘flesh’ is increased. Create a giant with power and blood magic. A giant who looked exactly like Tirkanjaka, only dyed black, rose up behind Tirkanjaka.
[Then I will ask you with power, not qualification. Are you ready to face a tyrant?]
In the face of blood burning like lava, the god who regained his heart asked his former subjects.
A tsunami is coming.
Island whales and stingrays. The two sea creatures are gigantic beings comparable to natural phenomena, but they are somehow life forms that roam the ocean. She warned that stingrays would not always look down on island whales blocking the ocean currents and filling their ships, and that they would break the ocean to make a “Legitimate protest.”
Valdamir was so surprised that he was at a loss for words. It was not because the content was unexpected, but because of the fact that the ‘prophecy’ was written for vampires. Until now, the saint’s prophecy had only been used to oppose vampires, so Baldamir doubted the prophecy and even thought about catching the opponent and interrogating him.
There are two reasons for not doing so.
One was that there was nothing wrong with preparing for prophecy. Even if people are temporarily removed from the coast in time for the low tide at night, it will only be a bit of a nuisance to humans and will not cause significant damage. The lack of opportunity cost was very important to Valdamir.
And another one.
This is because it was impossible to estimate the strength of the other party.
Each of the saints of Seonghwangcheong has strange abilities. A representative example is Perel, the Saint of Steel. A saint who foresees her own future and realizes it is invincible. Even Valdamir cannot harm him directly.
If ‘that’ is also a saint, she can never be looked down on. What do you know, how did she get her two treasured swords? There were too many unknowns, so it was too risky to just touch on it.
First of all, I heard that she was injured by a doggo, but she appeared unharmed, giving off such a strange aura…. If she fights for no reason and wastes time, it is a loss for Baldamir, who has a lot of work to do.
Especially.
“Ah, Valdamir.”
Especially since I had to go meet Du Lahan, the jet-black knight in front of me.
“What a welcome face. You too, right? I don’t have a face though. Hot hot hot!”
Lord Lahan, with his severed head at his side, laughed heartily at what he said. Instead of smiling like a vampire, Valdamir asked stiffly.
“Rahan. “Are you awake?”
Du Lahan, the jet-black knight who was the strongest warrior before becoming an Elder, shook his head happily at the sight of his old enemy and old friend.