Episode 216
57. An Unchanging Future (2)
‘Forest of Oblivion’ with a thick fog.
This was the great forest formed in the northern part of the Arhalten Kingdom.
As it was originally a race living with nature, more than 90% of the land was in the Arhalten Kingdom, which was a forest area.
Among them, the Forest of Oblivion was considered a strictly forbidden area.
This was because not only was it bordered by the mountain range of the abyss where all kinds of chaos families were sleeping, but the forest itself was considered cursed.
Once you go in, you can’t come back.
The moment an illegal person enters, it immediately turns into a terrible corpse.
Because of these rumors, the Forest of Oblivion was a taboo area that not only Artel, but even humans did not even come close to.
Baeksanwoo stood casually in front of the border of the forest.
“Come here.”
A boy with black hair that is rare to find in the territory of the Arhalten Kingdom.
Judging from his height and body, he must have been around fifteen? It was at a level that could not be called an adult even with empty words.
Besides, the figure wearing a grayish-colored robe was also not very conspicuous.
Of course, the boy did not enter the forbidden forest alone.
There were three other Inyeong standing next to him.
One was Artel. The silver bow hung on his back was a high-quality weapon for anyone to see.
A symbol of ‘Ranger’, which means the most elite among Artel’s scouts, hangs around his neck.
And the other was a strong, muscular man. In each hand, there were swords forged as if they could cut through anything.
The ‘Black Dragon’, which is called the continent’s best adventurer’s party, painted on the arm was impressive.
And the last one was a vampire.
She once had a lot of infamy as a vampire lord, but now for some reason she was wandering away from the estate.
But it never rusted as strong as it was.
As she wriggled her hand, a bird perched on a tree exploded and spewed red blood.
It is sucked into the vampire’s mouth like blood that floats in the air in the form of a drop.
Contrary to the pitiful and naive Baeksanwoo, they are all talented people who made a name for themselves on the continent.
If a third person had seen it, Baeksanwoo would have been mistaken for a porter of the party, or a lost child the party was protecting for a while.
But Baeksanwoo was neither a porter nor a lost child.
Rather, he was closer to the leader of this party, no- ruler.
“Sieri.”
As Baek Sanwoo pulled his hand, a black chain appeared from the empty air.
Crackle!
In an instant, she was caught on a leash and staggered forward.
“Yes, Master.”
“Remove the forest barrier. Never leave any traces of our coming here.”
Siri nodded her head. The gun-filled eyes were already dyed empty.
A model for the Artel Ranger.
She was thought to be the reincarnation of the great hero Arin, a great hero 300 years ago, but now she is nothing more than a prisoner of the Baeksan-woo.
“The rightful forest dweller has returned, open the forest door.”
As she raised the Ranger’s token and spoke, for an instant, a gentle breeze blew.
The barrier of the forest has been lifted, and the road has been opened.
“Go ahead.”
At Baek San-woo’s order, Siiri moved forward. The chains hung around his neck drooped backwards.
Cursed Forest.
As the saying goes, this place was full of beings greedy for life. Therefore, Sierry, who is good at retrieval, was put ahead.
just as expected.
Shortly thereafter, a terrible scream was heard.
Gargoyle.
A terrible, half-human, half-horse existence that is said to have been created by the fusion of demons and humans.
The guy who sensed the presence of an uninvited guest quickly flew towards the Baeksanwoo.
flash!
Shieri’s arrow, which was fired in an instant, pierced the gargoyle’s head.
Hard skin like stones were not a problem either.
The gargoyle with a hole in the center of its face fell and went silent.
It’s not called a shrine for nothing.
Her bow skills were the highest among the archers Baek San Woo had ever seen.
The end of those who came out after that was the same.
There was no need for a warrior or a vampire to follow in the footsteps of Baek San-woo.
how far did you walk
Ruins appeared at the edge of the forest.
Huge ruins that look like thousands of years have passed.
It is full of traces of broken stone pillars and crumbling statues.
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Most of them could not withstand the winds and waves of the years and were in a state of tremendous damage.Baeksanwoo was able to detect the faint magic remaining in the structure.
“Erzebet, are you here?”
“Yes that’s right. You are confused.”
To Baek San-woo’s words, the vampire politely bowed his head and answered.
“In the interior, you can lead, Chiron.”
“I see.”
This time it was the turn of the dual warrior. As Chiron stepped forward, a chain appeared, just like Sierry.
Unlike Shieri, who was hung like a leash, Chiron’s chain was tied to both arms.
‘Chains of the Soul’.
It’s not a chain that actually works physically.
A constraint that binds the souls of the family members.
By weaving the rituals of the captive opponent and the Baeksan-woo, this chain perfectly dominates the ritual.
It allows his family to use some of Baeksanwoo’s powers.
of course.
It was also a very easy ability to simply take a life when she was young.
“Ah!!”
Chiron, connected to the chain, snorted and entered the ruins.
It was completely underground with no sunlight coming in, but the visibility was not dark thanks to the luminous moss growing everywhere.
As we descended down the stone staircase, a huge cavity appeared.
“It’s a golem.”
Baek Sanwoo found something huge that was sitting all over the cavity and said.
It was a colossus made of wood.
As the party entered the cavity, the giants who recognized the intruder raised their heavy bodies.
“Goo… … .”
Green seedlings that have grown all over the golem’s body. At the same time, he felt a different kind of magic.
Baek San-woo was convinced that he had arrived at his destination only then.
“It is the dwelling place of the ancient Artel. Chiron, get Erzebet together.”
As soon as the command was issued, the warrior’s body accelerated rapidly.
As he swung two pairs of long swords, the arm of the golem that was swinging his fist was shattered into pieces.
It is a sword that once used to subdue dragons alone.
No matter how ancient Artel’s creations, even the guardians of the heathen, could not withstand Chiron’s sword.
“The moonlight fills.”
Erzebet also started singing. A creepy red magic circle spreads throughout the cavity.
With the earthquake that shook the entire ground, black awls pierced the ground and soared.
It was black magic.
Among vampires treated as high-ranking demons, she possessed overwhelming strength.
For Erzebet, who could easily deal with one legion alone, an unconscious golem was just a good target to hit.
The battle was over in an instant.
The guards, who were once built to protect their dwellings, failed to make a proper attack and collapsed into pieces of wood.
“I was surprised at how hard it was made of wood and harder than steel.”
“Because it’s a golem made by processing Sephiroth’s wood.”
Chiron and Erzebet exchanged words.
The two, who would not have had any contact in the first place, developed a kind of companionship after being tied to the existence of Baeksanwoo.
Baek San-woo didn’t pay much attention to that fact.
After all, it was all just entertainment.
Among the numerous people on the continent, the reason I chose these three was not just because of their strength.
“Then, keep going.”
“All right. young master!”
Chiron patted my chest.
There was nothing but murderous intent toward the enemy and a longing for battle in their hazy eyes.
So the group kept moving forward.
Follow the road made a long time ago, and arrive at an unknown space that looks like an altar.
There was someone sitting cross-legged.
Dumpling! With the bizarre sound of bones and joints aligning, his head was raised.
“Stop. Chiron.”
Baek Sanwoo’s chains grabbed Chiron, who was about to rush at him. The warrior’s arms trembled.
“It’s one of the reasons I came.”
The boy pushed his family behind his back and approached the creature with a strange aura and said:
“Voice of the Cursed, chaos has come.”
“Ahh… … You are finally here.”
Baek San-woo made eye contact with him.
Eyes sticking out like a fish, ears much longer than Artel’s Sieri.
He has a skinny, zombie-like appearance, but the madness in his eyes is indescribably frightening.
An ancient Artel said to have been cursed by the tree of the creator god Sephiroth in the past.
Tergogh Jarl Grace.
The forgotten race, the last priest of the ancient Artel.
“What have you come to see? Are you planning to relive the nightmare of 300 years ago? Are you planning to shake up the continent?”
Baek Sanwoo answered Tergogh’s question.
“no.”
“Then what are you moving for? For the maintenance of the Demon King?”
“Neither is it.”
Baek San-woo’s eyes lit up. Black magic flowed from his mouth and filled the floor.
That figure could no longer be called a human.
“The Demon King has failed. Even with that level of power, I was confined to Paradise Island and was subjugated.”
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Magi, thickly spread on the floor, climbed up Baeksanwoo’s body. Its shape is swaying and it is overlaid on the skin.“I will not. I have no intention of repeating it and I have no intention of continuing the maintenance.”
“Whoa… … Oh ho ho ho.”
Tergogh was genuinely happy.
Baek San-woo didn’t seem to even care about that, and he just kept on talking.
“I will be the only chaos. A chaos that no one can control.”
“The end of this world has been born! It marks the end of an age of peace.”
The ancient Artel raised his hand in a flash. Seeing this, Siri shudders and backs away.
Even though he had been completely brainwashed with the Demon King’s pendant, it seemed that physiological fear was working.
“If so, what do you want from a failed race?”
Baek Sanwoo took three marbles from his pocket and threw them in front of Tergogh.
“Azetos, Thanatos, and the Demon King… … I want all that power.”
“Ugh, heh heh heh.”
Tergogh let out a smirk. He gets up from his seat and approaches Baek San-woo.
“You want Thanatos.”
“okay.”
“But as you know, Thanatos is an imperfect Godhead. As long as Yiruil exists, you will not be able to fully absorb his power.”
“That’s why I came to you.”
“Ugh… … ?”
“I will hand over Sephiroth. If the status of a creature is enough to separate the deity of the creator god, there would be no problem in transferring the deity that originated from him.”
Baek San-woo said calmly.
If Sephiroth falls into their hands once again, the Baeksanwoo will be able to absorb Thanatos’s divine nature based on that power.
Perhaps by corrupting Iruril, the god of Artels like Sierry, he could make the entire race belong to Baeksanwoo forever.
“Interesting. Very, very interesting.”
Tergogh nodded. Unlike those who failed, Baeksanwoo, born with a human body, was not a creature of anything.
A human being can be anything.
Neither the hero nor the villain, nor the new killer, nor the apostle of light, nor the observer of time and space.
Unlike themselves, who were mere creatures of Sephiroth, limitless possibilities exist for humans.
And the longing for chaos that began to bloom in that consciousness.
It will never disappear unless he returns to earth or another spirit and consciousness takes over the body.
“I will accept the offer. If you bring back the Sephiroth Tree… … We too will be able to come back to earth.”
Tergogh turned around and said. His gaze turned to the other side of the altar, to the huge ark placed on the ground.
“But it’s impossible on my own.”
“Don’t worry. He also prepared it.”
Baeksanwoo caught the air once more. Chalkadang! The chains are pulled and Ciri falls in front of Tergogh.
“Ugh… … .”
“Oh, pure Artel. A strong soul, a strong will, and even a trained body and mind. What a coveted fatigue.”
Ancient Artel slowly snorted. At that eerie gaze, her face was dyed with fear.
An energy that overwhelms even the brainwashed consciousness.
Baek San-woo raised Sierry, who was shaking, and dragged him to the altar.
She was showing signs of resistance, but as long as she was connected to the chain, there was nothing Siri could do.
“young master… … ?”
Siiri, who was almost forcibly lying on the altar, looked at the Baeksan-woo sadly.
“Your mission ends here.”
Baek Sanwoo only looked down with a cold gaze.
pooh!!
At the end of her final words, red blood gushed out of Siiri’s mouth.
“Wow… … Whoa… … .”
Tergogh’s hand pierced Artel’s body. She could not even scream and died.
To Sanwoo Baek, the existence of Siiri was just that valuable.
Had he not found and attacked the white mountain cows in the first place, he would have avoided such a miserable situation.
Rather, her sensitive senses led to the worst outcome.
“Oh oh oh!!! The family I missed, my close friends. Welcome!!”
The air around the altar, soaked in Sierry’s blood, shook.
Cursed beings were returning. The cursed Artels who were forgotten along with Tergogh.
“The day Sephiroth reappears, we will visit. Only then will chaos deal with death.”
A promise like a prophecy.
Baek San-woo listened to the oath and only smiled lightly.
“Please.”