Chapter 450
My Villains Episode 450
66. silver prince(5)
The passage connecting the real world and the quasi-dimensional world was full of darkness..
Ugh-
It's dark before my eyes. My senses are so tangled that I don't know if I'm falling, soaring, being thrown away, or being dragged..
That strange confusion was short-lived.
I was standing in the middle of an empty sand field..
“……What the fuck.”
Is it because I activated the dimensional seal a little hastily? The dream realm was replicating a very unpleasant space..
“Of course.”
As I clicked my tongue as I glanced at the empty playground and the surrounding brick buildings, a figure jumped out from nearby without any sign..
“Wow?”
The person who fell into the sand with a dull sound was Prince Savellard, a noble young man wearing plate armor..
As if he had the skills to be a knight, he nimbly rolled on the floor and lifted himself up. I quickly pulled out my knife and looked at the unfamiliar and strange scenery for a moment. He finally made eye contact with me and took a deep breath..
“Red knight… … . What kind of witchcraft is this?!”
“well.”
Instead of answering, I waved my hand once..
Grumble-
“omg,”
The dreary scenery of the orphanage waves. The yellowed windows, the decayed concrete, the stagnant water tap and the rusty railing of the rescue bar are distorted..
The building was crumpled and torn like a cigarette pack, but it was not sharpened with rebar or scattered with broken bricks. The cement floor bent like a rubber mat and crumbled like dust, and the rough sand flowed like water being sucked into a sink..
“••••♦•hmm?”
I narrowed my eyes slightly..
In this small quasi-dimension, the so-called ‘realm of dreams,’ I am a being no different from God. Even the slightest expression of will can go against logic, and with a single gesture the world can turn upside down. If this is not God, then what is it?.
Nine palaces, nine palaces.
But now something is strange.
Even though the command was clearly given with full will, the speed at which the dream realm changed was too slow..
Usually, if I blinked a couple of times, a whole new world would unfold. On the other hand, now I hope the scenery collapses and stops as if it is buffering.
It is repeating.
Although his control over the quasi-dimension had become strange, his perception and cognition were still god-like. Thanks to this, I was able to immediately find out what the cause of this problem was..
“What are you??”
Sabelard caught my gaze and smiled brightly even as the ground trembled and writhed..
“Did you take a branch from the world and trap it in subspace? I couldn't even imagine. “I never thought the rider of Gwangso would have this kind of talent.” Grumbling.
Before he knew it, he was holding dozens - no, hundreds - of thin, translucent chains in both hands. It was a chain spit out with fine lines drawn in black in the air..
“that.”
“I am the man who will become the master of the land of Altenburg and its people..”
He pulled hundreds of iron chains as if holding reins with his fancy iron gloves engraved with leaf patterns..
“The world of dreams is a very familiar space to me. Because it is a place where you can look into the true inner self of our dear servants..”
Geek-
A sharp metal sound that feels like tearing an iron plate. The bundle of chains was pulled taut, and the cracks floating in the air gradually widened. Whitish heads wearing helmets came out through the border of the dimension..
They are slave soldiers..
Altenberg's army, whose bodies were subdued by all kinds of elixirs and spells, and whose consciousness was also subdued through dreams..
Moreover, the things creeping into my quasi-dimension right now were not just shadows or anything like that..
“……Is it a soul??”
“Looks like the eyes aren't decorative..”
The prince, who exercised enormous control and gathered his subjects, already had hundreds of soul soldiers around him. Nevertheless, the dimensional crevices floating in the air constantly spewed out whitish shapes..
“This is the secret to obtaining absolute obedience from converted pagans..”
A voice filled with pride continued..
“The loyalty they show is on a different level from the shallow pretense shown by soldiers from other families. It is unshakable because it is rooted deep within the self, and it is immortal because it is engraved in the center of the soul..”
So many souls invaded the realm of dreams that the undulating and overturning landscape almost came to a standstill. The quasi-dimensional form has become fixed due to the souls tied to translucent chain leashes.…….
“Do you understand, Red Knight? This is truly absolute loyalty.”
“Crazy guy. They say that being a slave for a lifetime isn't enough and now they're using their souls too.?”
“Strictly speaking, it's not like I'm picking it up. It is the duty of the owner to take back those who have lost their bodies and become useless..”
“••••••what?”
It was not difficult to see the meaning behind Sabellad's words..
“Then those aren't slave soldiers fighting outside now.-”
“under. Did you really think that I would steal the souls of soldiers who were fighting just fine? This is a foolish and evil idea..”
The young prince sneered and then spread his arms as if showing off..
“These are the people who gave their lives to the royal family and Altenburg over the centuries. Since they were born as lowly pagans, only a handful of them can maintain their original form, but the remaining ones are true soldiers with strong souls..”
“Crazy guy. They said they were vice kings and princes, but they turned out to be pure necromancers..”
“You're stupid, red knight. Those accursed people are people whose only goal is to defile the dead. spirit of sin
How can you compare the noble work done to purify the soul with something like necromancy?.”
I suddenly feel drained. Why do I keep talking to this idiot??
I swallowed a laugh and pulled out the knife..
Normally, the moment I thought about taking out the sword, I would have had the sword hilt in my hand, but the world does not move as I want because of the spirit soldiers that Sabellad has summoned..
“Indeed.” I thought it was unusual ever since he arbitrarily summoned his subordinates to someone else's quasi-dimension, but seeing his power diminished so drastically is astounding. The power built up by a family that had ruled a land as large as any other small kingdom for several centuries was also powerful..
“I guess I have to own this subspace..”
Prince Savellard looked around and spun around, the graphics frozen like a broken screen..
“This is not an ability suitable for a profiteer like you. The products of the world should belong to Al Zenberg.……
“Damn.”
Hearing what he was saying, I clicked my tongue and called for reinforcements. The most powerful reinforcements that can be summoned here, in the realm of dreams.…….
wiggle.
“Hmm, what is it??”
Did my power, diminished by the souls, realize my will incorrectly? A lizard's head popped out from the middle of my chest..
“long time no see.”
“Holy shit, why are you here??”
The artist flicked his dark red tongue, split in two, and bent his neck as far as he could. He made eye contact with me like that and grinned, revealing his packed serrated teeth..
“I'm happy to see your surprised face.”
“This lizard bastard, happy long dog. Doesn't pop out quickly?”
“under. I called you and you blame me.”
“You, I said it clearly. If you try to improve again-”
“Have your language skills deteriorated? Why can’t you understand what’s being said? I didn't do anything.”
“This crazy bastard, then why is he popping out here? away!”
“Ugh. Shut up,”
When he grabbed the upper jaw and pulled it roughly, the artist let out a scream..
Seeing me wrestling with the lizard's head protruding from my chest, Prince Savellard burst into laughter..
“……Is this the unconscious mind of the continent's most vicious killer? All of them are absolutely hideous..”
He looked back at the soul soldiers, who had numbered in the thousands in a moment, and violently swung the chains he held in both hands..
“Go, servants of the royal family.!”
The warriors who were used as Alzenberg's slave soldiers in life continued to charge for Alzenburg even in death..
Ooh, ooh, ooh-
Perhaps it was because dull resentment and decayed anger had formed a harmony, but the shouts that overflowed from the waves of the soul were so gloomy that they were reminiscent of a funeral song..
"Holy shit-”
Out of urgency, I hit the lizard's head that was growing on my chest with my fist..
Sigh!
“You lumpy bastard, get away from me!”
“Ugh, you idiot! I didn't do it!”
“ Oh, oh-”
I took a step back and swung my sword sharply. The strength that materialized from the blade burned with intention. The dark red blade drew a large trace, and about a dozen soul soldiers exploded and dispersed like vapor..
Even though my power has been diminished, this quasi-dimension is definitely my domain. Even a mutt can get out of hand in my front yard, and even strong souls that have existed for centuries were helplessly extinguished with a single slash of a quasi-dimensional sword..
“Do not back down, fight according to the will of the Lord until the end.!”
Prince Savellard pulled the chain harder, as if tightening the reins, and the gap in the dimension tightly drawn in the air vomited out dozens of soul soldiers every time he did so..
Every time the river created by my imagination flashed, whitish water vapor rose like water fog. However, the figures wearing helmets came flooding in endlessly, flying through the sky like ghosts and landing on their heads, or rising from the ground and aiming for the groin..
“Oh, really.”
“Take me out while I'm complaining!”
“Shut up!”
With a shout, I unleashed my strength at the tip of my sword..
•Bang / A red-hot whirlpool swirled. The soul soldiers gathered around like a pack of dogs, as well as the sand that flows like water, the air that gathers together, and the awning that tilts forward as if pouring in, are finely ground by the whirlpool..
While I was taking a moment like that, I focused my will on the fucking lizard head hanging on my chest..
Grumbling.
The artist's head seemed to be pushed back into his chest, and a strange writhing sensation came from his toes. A comforting and warm feeling - no, an extremely unpleasant sensation - as if hot, wet, sticky flesh was covering the whole body..
“……Fuck you. What is this again?,”
Tsutsutsu —
Before I could react, red-hot lumps of flesh rose from the tips of my toes and covered my entire body..
“Ugh, turn it off.”
The pleasure rising up my crotch hits my solar plexus hard and then vomits out of my bulging mouth..
Heheugh.
A feeling of greater security than plate armor and a warmth resembling a mother's embrace surrounds the entire body. A sense of omnipotence overflows from the body, which has grown to about a couple of spans, and the self, now complete, steps into transcendence..
I let go of the knife I was holding.
With ten blades sprouting from each hand, there is no reason to obsess over one sword..
“……Um, what is that? monster-”
Colorful emotions can be seen among the meaningless crying slaves..
“Heo Eok.”
Prince Savellard, who made eye contact with the bright yellow light, trembled his chin and hit his buttocks. I licked my tongue at the feeling that shined brightly in the colorless world..
“Stop it. kill it!”
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-
I kicked off the sandy field that flowed like water and flew towards the souls who had let their leashes go..
Hee hee, hee hee.
The pale blades of the eternal slaves grazed the neck, sides, and thighs, but not a single scale fell off. I swung my tail in the air to balance myself, while swinging my claws in all directions..
Sooooooooo-
The hook-like fingernails suddenly had a bright red glow..
The Prince of Altenburg and the Red Knight appeared on the battlefield as suddenly as they had disappeared..
“trunnion-!”
The first to spot them was the woman in black. She hid in the shadows beneath the blazing flames, but as soon as she noticed a black figure appearing in the air, she leapt out of the darkness..
“Uh, huh- wow!”
“Hot, why? why are you like this?”
When Poynix started to gag, Lannon supported him as if he was clinging to his side. At the same time, I looked at his hands behind the eerie mask that resembled white bones..
“Twist••••••
The young prince's neck was being held in his right hand, with blood foam at his mouth..
A white glow flowed from the other forearm, and a chain-shaped wave wavered very faintly through it..
-Lannon, that can't be right?
The woman in black looked up at the bandit rider, leaving the young shaman's voice ringing in her ears..
“……What, what happened?.”
“Eh, yes? As for Poi, it's okay.?”
“No, not at all.”
“at all?”
“huh.”
Phoenix smiled weakly and stood with balance. He tangled the hair of Lannon, who was looking up at him with his neck bent as if it might break, and raised his left hand high..
The next moment, dozens of thin and thick chains protruded from his arms..
Grumbling.
Is it because of the scene unfolding before my eyes? The woman in black seemed to have heard that sound..
-also… … . I guess you succeeded.
Thanks to the senses provided by the spirit shaman lurking in the background, Lannon was able to figure out what was happening..
The chains originating from the red knight's forearms were spread out across the entire battlefield. The ending continued to the commanders who led the slaves of Altenburg, including the senior commander of the slave army and the head of the magic unit. It also extended to soldiers who had lost their non-commissioned officers or non-commissioned officers who represented their commanders..
Frowning at the strange connection transmitted through his left arm, Phoenix muttered quietly..
““Drop your weapons and lie down.” It didn't take long for Altenberg's loyal slaves to carry out his orders..
As as many as 3,000 slave soldiers and magic soldiers collapsed in their place, not only the Elector Count but also the army following Prince Ulkar were taken aback..
“This, this- what are you all doing?!”
“Crazy, stand up! take up arms!”
Altenburg's imperial knights and Strom family officers shouted in panic, but the slaves did not move..
The Elector's army, whose strength had already been weakened by the enemy reinforcements that appeared one after another, lost 80% of the troops due to the surrender of the slave soldiers and magic soldiers..
Even the soldiers led by the silver prince, the thunder giant, the devil in the eye, the giant knight, and the red dragon outnumbered the resisting electorate army..
“retreat - retreat!”
“Serve His Royal Highness the Duke!”
The leaders of the Strom Army noticed the situation and began a desperate flight. At that moment, the resistance was completely over, and all the soldiers except Alzenburg's slaves began to scatter in all directions..
Prince Ulkar attempted to chase them with a small force of cavalry, but the horses, having endured an arduous forced march, missed Duke Avilambus and his vassals as they rode up the eastern hills..
The silver prince climbed up the hill and lifted up his silver prosthetic hand while soothing the war horse, which was losing strength and drooling from its mouth..
“Until here. There's no need to overdo it..”
Ulkar took off his lion-shaped helmet and sighed deeply as he faced the dawn..
“It's finally over.”
And with a faint smile, he looked back at the knights gathered around him..
“Victory. Thank you all for your hard work.”
That simple declaration was carried through my mouth and on the wind..
And to some extent. The kingdom's soldiers looked at the rising sun and the silver prince and let out thunderous shouts..
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