453 – Yeokcheon Trial – 16
Muri illuminated by the twilight. She melts into the darkness with her mysterious movements, literally making her body ‘melt’. She was once a famous dancer and a member of a secret assassin group. She attempted to assassinate her ancestor, Tir Khan Jharka, at his request. She caught the eye of Tir Khan Jharka and became an Elder.
Assassins receive training bordering on brainwashing from a young age. The Elder’s life was a better option for Myuri, who was a puppet who only followed orders without any purpose or will of her own. There are still many people who Myuri needs to kill and people who want to kill her, but at least she doesn’t have to live in tension where she might die.
So Muri resented her Tir Khanjaka for freeing her. Right now, her attacks from Muri are nothing more than whining.
A small crack in the broken wall. Even through a hole so small that not even a single head of her head could fit through, Murie came out like flowing water. She took advantage of the narrow, dark space behind Tir Khan Jhaka and stretched out her dagger towards Tir Khan Jhaka without any sign of her life or presence. Her Muri’s dagger, the Moonfang, was aimed at Tir Khan’jaka.
[Your dancing moves are yours. That blood is mine.]
After a small cry was heard, her huge fist swept past Myuri.
By nature, vampires do not pay much attention to defense. She would be better off just ignoring it and moving on, especially if it was a shadow made up of darkness.
However, Myuri could not downplay the terrifying power she felt from the giant. She won’t die if she gets hit, but her ominous sense causes Muri to give up her attack and she dodges the giant’s fist.
Huh. Her fist wraps around a storm and passes right in front of her nose. The hard texture, heavy presence, and blood beyond it can be felt beyond the pitch-black darkness.
“You’re full of blood-? Even if the power disappears, the power is still more than enough to fill a giant, right?”
“Blood energy!”
Bakuta caught the scent of prey and rushed at the giant. He opened his mouth like a monster and took a huge bite out of the giant’s right hand. Bakuta, who tasted the blood in the darkness cut off in chunks, frowned and muttered.
“This is a bit…” . It doesn’t taste good….”
The moment when Bakuta chews the darkness and expresses deep regret. The giant grabbed Bakuta with one hand. The giant brought Bakuta to his mouth without any hesitation, as if he wanted revenge.
Wow.
The giant’s teeth crushed Bakuta’s lower body. Bakuta, who had been eating things his entire life, experienced being eaten.
Munching, munching. The shadow chewed and swallowed one of Bakuta’s legs and muttered with blood flowing from the corner of its mouth.
[It tastes bad to you too.]
“Huh? “Mommy, you’re hungry too?”
Bakuta happily asked even though he was eaten, but Tirkanjaka’s shadow snorted and denied it.
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[Not specifically. Any means to silence your mouths was fine.]
“… It’s a shame. “I thought Mom realized her hunger, too.”
[If that’s the case, I already know. Because I’m still craving it.]
The power of a vampire is blood manipulation, the manipulation of blood. Tirkanjaka can still use blood magic. However, because he insisted on where the blood should be, he was unable to handle the overflowing power.
So Tirkanjaka ‘cheated’ the blood.
The giant’s upper body floats behind Tirkanjaka’s body. The blood from Tirkanjaka’s body flows into the giant. The giant surrounding Tirkanjaka is another body that Tirkanjaka created from his own body.
Even if it was made with power, all of its elements are the same as Tirkanjaka. The fierceness to maintain one’s position seeps into the body without realizing that it is a body that was created. It’s okay though. Because Tirkanjaka has enough blood to fill a lake.
“… “Clan leader, I have learned how to work hard.”
Watcher, Rahu Khan muttered.
Rahu Khan, the loser of the wilderness, can enhance the body’s functions by concentrating blood energy. This ability can strengthen the entire body, but since it is mainly used for the eyes, he was nicknamed the Watcher. As a watcher, Rahu Khan peered into Tirkanjaka’s shadow with his red, sparkling eyes. What tricks did he pull, how did he use his strength, and how should he be defeated?
“Powerful. That’s it. Same way as Valdamir. The blood is stronger, but… “It’s low-grade.”
Rahu Khan stepped aside and took out his bare spear.
That giant literally made Tirkanjaka gigantic. This is a method designed to properly use the excessive power. Although it is certainly powerful and useful, the framework of the body still binds its power.
… However, maybe it is because he is the master of blood magic. The speed at which it accepts force is extraordinary. It’s like taking back what was originally yours.
No, if you think about it, it was originally hers. Soon, Tirkanjaka will possess the power of all Elders.
“If that power is perfected, no one will be able to return him to his original clan head.”
The observer sensed that now was a turning point.
Runken is the last remaining wild boar beast. Rahu Khan and the centaurs under him are also on the verge of disappearing. Vampires are stuffed alive. It exists forever in the time that has stopped while passing away. Rahu Khan, who had a duty to preserve the species, could not tolerate the whims of his progenitor.
Sijo had to be eternal. That way, centaurs will also last forever. Even if Rahu Khan dies because of the hatred of his progenitor, the centaurs he did not bring back on purpose will still remain and continue his life.
“Inhale!”
Rahu Khan, who was looking for an opportunity, found an opening and kicked the ground. Their hooves left deep marks in the hallway, and the four-legged animals rushed at a speed that the two-legged animals could not keep up with. The spear pierced the gap created by the body of Tirkanjaka, a straight line extending from the elbow to the hand.
The rotating window disperses the darkness. Blood flows from the broken and broken body. The giant struggled hysterically, but Rahu Khan avoided it with agile movements and destroyed the giant. The remaining giant screamed.
However, even while being injured, the giant’s eyes turn. Bright red eyes that seemed to be filled with his blood followed Rahu Khan’s movements.
“My eyes, so simple!”
Rahu Khan’s watchful eyes look upon him. The technology created by the Elder is reproduced with the blood of the founder. Rahu Khan realized when he saw the gaze aimed precisely at him.
The only thing that can stop Sijo is now. Neither Baldamir, who surpassed the progenitor by force, nor Du Lahan, who achieved victory over him. It won’t be long before he is overtaken by Sijo.
So he had to arrive before then.
Du Lahan and Baldamir. Those who have the power to win against the founders.
***
This is the most desperate situation since arriving in the principality.
Ain is five. Elder is one. If you look at the simple number, it is six, but when you consider its quality, it is equivalent to an army in the principality.
In comparison, I am an ordinary human being, and Hilde is just a six general. The six generals may not be swayed anywhere, but if you order them to go to the principality and act proudly, they will hold out their tongues. Apart from military power, it is difficult to kill even a demi-human due to immortality, but you receive support from the Elder? It’s best to just run away.
Even if running away is only possible.
“If I were to become a hostage, would you consider it positively?”
“Deal with it.”
“I have no intention of hearing it.”
They are approaching, forming a wall of blood in case they run away. If it had been just one Elder, he would have taken advantage of the opportunity and deceived him, but with the five demi-humans surrounding him from all directions, there was no time to breathe.
Damn. Now, I have no choice but to leave it to Hilde’s discretion. When I was half giving up.
“Just a moment.”
The waves of blood split and another demi-human appeared. It was Count Erte, the Ain I encountered the most in the Duchy of Fog.
I shouted happily at the sight of her appearing in a desperate situation.
“Count Erte! “You came to save me!”
“I guess so.”
Count Erte coolly admitted.
My reinforcements! You came on time! I’m almost a little late, but I’ll forgive this error! Because it’s more cathartic for the main character to appear near the end!
“Erte. “Why are you, a member of Valdamir’s family, stopping me?”
Erzsebut showed an uncomfortable look.
No matter how much she is an Elder, she cannot treat other demi-humans who are not her descendants harshly. Even though she is of low rank, she is a descendant of another Elder and is a limb. You can’t kill or harm another Elder’s limbs just because you don’t like them.
In addition, Count Erte is a demi-human trusted by Valdamir. Her actions reach all the way to Valdamir. Erzébut asked about the intention.
However, the differences between Elders and Demihumans do not go away. Countess Erthe responded politely, kneeling before Erze Butte.
“It means red blood ball. The Red Blood Prince does not wish to change the situation significantly until he arrives.”
“This is Valdamir’s will?”
There is no way Ain could impersonate the Elder’s will. This is especially true if it is Baldamir. Erzébut asked what she was wondering.
“Did that ‘situation’ include whether her mistress was alive or dead?”
“You didn’t specifically mention it, but it’s probably true.”
“Why?”
“How can we guess the great Elder’s intentions? “I just followed.”
“… Tsk.”
‘Valdamir is an essential force. He probably has his own thoughts, so I’d like to follow them if possible….’
However, there is one thing overlooked. The current elders are fools who have even broken their bonds. Erzébut moved impatiently.
“There was no mention of saving her mistress. “Let’s clean it up quickly and deal with the rest later.”
“Erzebut, wait a moment…” .”
“Don’t worry about it, just do what you do.”
Erzébut’s descendants are her limbs. The meaning of the other elders is unknown. Despite Erte’s attempts to dissuade him, Ain created a wave of blood and attacked Hilde and I. Although Hilde cut through the first wave with her holy sword, she was gradually pushed back by the waves that followed.
Well, there is no way the Elder who betrayed her progenitor would have heard that she was the Red Blood Lord. What we need now is not words, but strength.
“Madame Erzébut, please stop!”
“I’ll be late later.”
“No. The Red Blood Lord has arrived!”
Along with Count Erte’s shout, the sound of someone running was heard from afar.
Da da da da da da.
Just hearing it made me want to check if something urgent was happening. The sound of footsteps gradually getting closer to this place, getting closer to the corner. Count Erte knelt down in front of him.
And then the reinforcements I had been waiting for arrived.
“Huh. “I was almost late.”
The being who ran without any dignity was none other than the red-blooded Valdamir. He stopped exactly in front of Count Erte, handed the cloth in one hand to Count Erte, and looked around him.
Ersebut. Her descendants. And Hilde and I were surrounded. Baldamir, who grasped the situation in a short time, headed straight for Erzébut without hesitation.
Erzsebut welcomed him without much caution.
“It was almost late, it was already late. Baldamir. “Where did you go on such an important day and are you coming back now?”
“I came to wake up Du Lahan.”
“I know. Taking that into account, I’m asking why it was late. Looking at the way he ran on his own two feet, it doesn’t seem like he was lazy…. Rather, didn’t you go aboard Ralion?”
“Ralion ran to the progenitor first, leaving me in the middle.”
Blood Demon Ralion is her ancestor’s rottweiler. No, it is the first descendant created by her progenitor, and the last trace of her time as a human being. Although Tyr may be clumsy, Ralion, who created Ralion with all his care and strength, never betrays Tyr.
Erzébut reminded of that fact.
“Keep Ralion away from his progenitor. “That was your plan, right?”
“No. “The reason I accompanied Ralion was not to separate myself from the progenitor.”
“Then why?”
Baldamir answered Erzhebut’s question as if it were obvious.
“Because Ralion is fast. I felt like I was running out of time, so I borrowed my strength. “I felt sorry for borrowing Sijo’s horse for personal reasons, but I had no choice because I had unavoidable schedules.”
Of all the reasons for riding a horse, it was the simplest and most one-dimensional. Erzébut looked at Valdamir in bewilderment for a moment and argued with him.
“How long does it take to wake up Du Lahan…” . By the way, where is he? Did he follow Ralion and run towards the progenitor?”
“He is here.”
“Here?”
He spoke as if he was accompanying him. But no matter where I looked, Valdamir was alone. He just brought a wrapping cloth. Only then did Erzébut turn his gaze to the cloth that Baldamir had brought.
Yes. There’s a big gift inside that heavy wrapping cloth.
I lived, I lived. As I approached Count Erte, I motioned for him to unwrap the wrapping cloth. Count Erte looked at Valdamir as if waiting for instructions, and as soon as permission was given, he unwrapped the cloth tied with blood thread.
The heavy wrapping cloth began to flow and reveal itself… It was someone’s head. A human head full of anger and resentment, glaring at Valdamir with bloodshot eyes.
The head, which seemed to still be alive, shouted in a voice filled with blood.
“… Foot… all… Mir… !”
The head of the Dark Knight, Du Lahan, appeared in a truly unexpected place.