460 – Escape from the Principality no.2
The founder sat in the castle of the full moon, the darkest and deepest place in the duchy. Sijo, who had obviously headed to the villa with his mistress, somehow found himself alone when he returned. Due to Tirkanjaka’s fearsome yet pathetic spirit, no one dared to ask where his beloved concubine had gone. I can only guess that she just ran away.
Progenitor Tirkanjaka, who came back after changing into a different dress to see what had happened, sat down on the throne and looked at the Elder with expressionless eyes.
Erzébut, Dogo, Du Lahan. The elders in front of her now were all those who had plotted or participated in the rebellion. Like those who had been subdued by Baldamir, as well as the Elder, her body had already been completely regenerated. In fact, they were no better than the remnants of the defeated army, waiting for the ruling in front of the founder.
Dogo and Erzébut shook their heads even at this humiliating moment.
Although they only briefly succumbed to power, they are elders. It neither dies nor gets tired. A little while ago, we were ambushed by Valdamir and each one was defeated, but now that we are together, if we gather our strength, we can achieve our goal….
No, there was.
[Bring him.]
If it weren’t for that ominous shadow floating behind Tirkanjaka’s back. Erzébut felt how powerful the shadow was.
The progenitor Tir Khan Xaka put all her knowledge and power into her.
The founder, who possessed absolute power, never wondered how to use that power. Instead, the progenitor had her limbs, Elder and Ain. The power and experience that Elders and Ajin brought with them like worker ants. Those skills and realizations remained intact in Sijo. It’s just that I couldn’t write it as if it were my own because it was an enlightenment I gained.
So, the founder ‘created’ a vessel to contain the power and authority accumulated over a thousand years. Instead of her body, which was difficult to change at will, she imbued all her experiences and powers into a new body created with darkness and blood magic. As a result, a monster was born, covered in darkness, possessing the progenitor’s blood magic, and capable of using all the powers of the Elders.
[Only the elder who brings him will have his sins forgiven.]
Erzsebut realized this painfully. Now, the Elder cannot defeat Tirkanjaka. Only Valdamir, who has learned and mastered all the powers of other Elders, can rival him…. He has no intention of betraying his founder.
Now that things are like this, there is only one way to survive. You must lie down as flat as possible and please the founder. When Erzsebut tried to follow her orders.
“I refuse.”
The gloves flew towards the founder. It was the glove that Du Lahan threw. The glove, thrown with tremendous force, stopped high in the air before reaching Tirkanjaka. The shadow, which cleverly snatched the gloves, naturally tried to put them on.
Puong. The gloves could not withstand the shadow’s large hands or its powerful power. The tough leather gloves lined with iron burst like a balloon. I was depressed when I saw the pieces with broken shadows.
However, Du Lahan and Tirkanjaka glared at each other as if the tragedy of the gloves was none of their business.
“I am not defeated yet! “If the cowardly Valdamir hadn’t made a surprise attack, we wouldn’t have been defeated so vainly!”
It would be his last conscience not to say that he would have won, but it was true to some extent. Even Valdamir tried to deal with Du Lahan before joining other Elders.
Tir Khan Xhaka asked after seeing the knight from the past who still refused to acknowledge her defeat.
[What do you mean?]
“It’s a duel, Sijo. On behalf of all the knights you have killed, and for myself, who has been used by you to slaughter humans for hundreds of years! “I challenge you to a duel!”
Du Lahan placed his porcelain head on his neck. Like putting together a broken statue, Du Lahan turned his head this way and that.
His headless knight, Du Lahan, would carry his head and use it like a mace. If he had an enemy he fought in a way that directly compared his brains to his strength. People saw it as a symbol of cruelty, but surprisingly, it was Du Lahan’s mercy. Dullahan fought against constraints that made his head spin.
… However, what even he didn’t expect was that this stubbornness gifted him with a power that was close to power. Dullahan’s insistence on swinging his head, combined with his fighting sense, gave him a sense of balance that reached a state of perfection. No matter what bizarre position his head is in, Dullahan can distinguish between his top and bottom and clearly perceive his own and his opponent’s positions.
The strength and skills that were outstanding even before his death combined with his sense of balance brought Dullahan to a new level. If it weren’t for Valdamir, he would still be the strongest Elder.
[Is that what you mean?]
“Well, that’s right. I am not afraid of immortality. I’ve already died once, so why not do it twice? But you can’t give in without even fighting the progenitor! “The reason I couldn’t let go of my miserable life even though I was dead was for this moment!”
After finally attaching his head, Du Lahan clenched and unclenched his free hands. His blood and energy condensed into his hands, and he formed the shape of a large mace.
Same as Valdamir’s great sword. The warrior wears qigong on his weapon. When you reach that level, you can feel and use the weapon as if it were your own body. The commonly referred to state of unity between the gods and the sword.
And the warrior who became a vampire creates a weapon with the same blood as his own body. Weapons made in this way are as powerful as the flesh of a vampire.
“You are a man… Although not! “If you know honor, accept the challenge!”
Du Rahan has already been defeated once. There is no reason for Sijo to accept his challenge. Because it can be handled at the Valdamir Line, the founder’s first sword. However, Tirkanjaka motioned for Valdamir to step aside and looked at Du Rahan.
[I don’t know about that. I will respect your will. Your realization of your will must have been the result he desired.]
“… “I don’t know who he is, but he must be quite a romantic man.”
[Not only that, but it is also barbaric.]
Tir Khan Xhaka smiled faintly while sitting on his throne. Du Lahan clashed his two maces and aimed at Sijo.
“So. When are you going to stand up? “You’re not saying you’re going to sit on the throne and be challenged, are you?”
[That would be good too.]
“What?”
Tirkanjaka did not move. Instead, the shadow that had been standing behind her stretched forward and she stuck her upper body out. Sensing hostility, the shadow stretched out its hand toward Du Lahan as if trying to grab a toy.
Du Lahan muttered as he swung his mace loudly against the giant hand of the shadow.
“You’re a monster! “He’s a good opponent to loosen up!”
He was a good opponent to loosen up his hands.
From the perspective of the shadow.
Jeokjeok, Jeokjeok.
The shadow was chewing Du Lahan intact. A broken mace is lying on the floor, and limbs pulled out like chicken feathers are writhing miserably. The limbs seem to want to find the body, but to become one again, they will have to come together in the belly of the shadow.
Du Rahan did not back down and fought valiantly against the shadow of Tirkanjaka, but the shadow was no longer something the Elder could deal with.
The shadow is the entire species called vampires. A vampire lord who possesses all power and technology in one body.
The progenitor who spread his blood and darkness to the species called vampires and to the entire country called the Principality of Fog is no longer there. Instead of God, a tyrant sat on the throne and began his cruel rule.
[It was only after I gained heart that I realized why examples are necessary. In the end, history repeats itself. Human nature has not changed even after becoming a vampire.]
Even as the shadows were devouring Du Lahan, Tirkanjaka was sitting calmly on the throne.
It is said that a vampire cannot feel emotions, but she does not want to disappear from existence. So it makes sense for her not to confront him like Du Lahan at this point. Dogo and Erzébut kept their mouths shut and followed the rationale.
In other words, they were both afraid of death. Enough to put aside my pride and bow my head.
[Anyway, there is one less competitor. It will be good news for you.]
And Tirkanjaka learned how to use fear. Like an ordinary monarch.
[Bring Hugh. If you want to run away, I won’t stop you…. In all future times, you will have to hope not to run into me.]
The two surviving Elders bowed their heads humbly.
***
“Stop. I am Baron Zenryu, the demi-in of Lord Du Lahan who guards the canyon. Human, reveal your identity!”
“The founder’s mistress.”
“!”
The news that the founder had a mistress had also reached Baron Zenryu on the border. He looked at my expression and asked cautiously.
“… “Where are you going?”
“Military state.”
“You probably have a pass, right?”
“There is no such thing.”
After hearing my shameless answer, Baron Zenryu shouted resolutely.
“You can’t pass without the ancestor’s pass! “There is no way to prove whether you are my mistress or not, but even if you were my mistress, it is the same!”
It is a principled and natural response. To vampires, humans are livestock. To prevent them from escaping arbitrarily, checkpoints were set up here and there. As a human, you cannot leave your residence at will, and if you must move, you will need a vampire’s pass.
Sheesh. I wanted to sneak by, but he was a vampire. I guard you day and night.
The good news is that a vampire’s vision becomes blurred during the day when the darkness and fog are light. Like now!
“Hilde! “Now!”
“Yes~.”
Baron Zenryu’s head was cut off. Baron Zenryu’s head fell to the ground, stained with astonishment. No matter how loyal and sincere he was, he never expected that a soldier would suddenly hit him in the neck from behind.
This surprise attack was possible because it was midday with the sun shining brightly. After defeating Baron Zenryu, Hilde snatched his horse, rode on it, and stretched out her hand.
“Father! “Run!”
I also suddenly kicked off the ground and got on Hilde’s back. Hilde spurred me on as soon as I got into position. The horse, as if unaware of the sudden change of owner, immediately ran away.
If anyone sees him, he might swear that he cut off the head of his official and stole his horse and ran away. But that’s common sense only when the other person is an ordinary person who dies when their head is cut off.
“Catch them!”
Baron Zenryu suddenly started chasing us, holding his severed head in his arms.