The Blood Knight’s Villains

My Villains Episode 450

66. The Silver Prince (5)

The passage connecting the present world and the quasi-dimension was full of darkness.

Woo woo woong –

It’s dark in front of my eyes. The senses are so tangled that it is impossible to tell whether they are falling, rising, being thrown away, or being dragged.

Wait a moment for that strange confusion.

I was standing in the middle of the bare sand.

“…what the fuck.”

Is it because I activated the dimensional seal a little hastily? The dream land was copying a very unpleasant space.

“If only.”

I clicked my tongue as I scanned the empty playground and the surrounding brick buildings, and a figure popped out of nowhere without any sign.

“Is it big?”

It was Prince Savellard, an aristocratic young man clad in plate armor, who fell into the sand with a dull sound.

As if he had the qualifications of a knight of his own, he promptly rolled on the floor and got up. It was not long before I hurriedly drew my sword and looked at the strange and strange scenery. I finally met my eyes and held my breath.

“The red knight… What kind of witchcraft is this!”

“well.”

Instead of answering, he waved his hand once.

Kurreung-

“Huck”

The bleak landscape of the orphanage ripples. The yellowed windows, the faucet with stagnant concrete water, and the rusty railings of Guryeongdae are distorted.

The building was crumpled and torn like a cigarette pack, but neither sharpened with rebar nor scattered broken bricks. The cement floor bent like a rubber mat and then disappeared like dust, and the rough sand field flowed like water being sucked into a sink.

“…. .hmm?”

I slightly narrowed my brows.

In this small quasi-dimensional so-called ‘Land of Dreams’, I am no different than a god. Even a very feeble expression of will can go against reason, and a single gesture can turn the world upside down. What if this is not God?

Gugung Guggugung.

But now something is strange.

Even though he commanded with full will, the speed at which the dream land changed was too slow.

Usually, in the blink of an eye a couple of times, a whole new world would unfold. On the other hand, now, as if buffering has taken place, the scenery

is repeating its collapse and then stop.

Unlike the control over the quasi-dimensions that had gone awry, perception and cognition were still godlike. Thanks to this, I was immediately able to figure out what was causing this problem.

“What are you?”

Savellard, who caught my gaze, smiled wryly even as the ground wriggled and swayed.

“Did you drag the branch of the fantasy world and lock it in a subspace? I couldn’t imagine. I would never have thought that a rider of light bullswould have such a talent.” Charreuk.

Before he knew it, both hands were holding dozens or even hundreds of thin, translucent chains. It was a chain spewed out by fine hatches drawn black in the air.

“that.”

“I am the man who will become the master of the land of Altenberg and its people.”

He pulled hundreds of chains as if they were holding reins with colorful iron gloves engraved with leaf patterns.

“The fantasy world-dream is a very familiar space to me. Because it is a place where you can look into the true inner world of your dear servants.”

Caught in the middle –

A sharp metallic character, as if an iron plate were being torn apart. As the chains were pulled tight, the slashes that floated in the air gradually widened. Whitish heads wearing helmets came out from the dimensional boundary.

they are slave soldiers

Alzenberg’s army, whose body was subdued with all sorts of elixirs and spells, and their consciousness was subdued through dreams.

Besides, the things creeping into my quasi-dimension now weren’t just shadows.

“…Is it a soul?”

“Looks like the color of the eyes is not a decoration.”

The prince, who summoned his followers with great control, already had hundreds of soul soldiers around him. Even so, the gaps in the dimension that floated in the air constantly spewed out whitish shapes.

“It is the secret to eliciting absolute obedience from converted heretics.”

A voice filled with pride continued.

“The loyalty they show is different from the thin flair of soldiers from other families. It is unshakable because it is rooted deep in the ego, and it is immortal because it is engraved in the center of the soul.”

So many souls squeezed into the Dreaming Lands that the rippling and overturning scenery came to a near standstill. Due to the souls tied to translucent chain collars, the form of the quasi-dimensional has been fixed…

“Do you understand, Red Knight? This is truly absolute loyalty.”

“Crazy. They say that even after being served as slaves for a lifetime, they don’t have enough, so now they even take out their souls?”

“Strictly speaking, it’s not that I draw and write. It is to reap those who have lost their bodies and are no longer useful as masters.”

“……what?”

It wasn’t too difficult to notice the meaning behind Savelad’s words.

“Then those are not slave soldiers fighting outside right now-”

“Ha. If so, did you think I would take the souls from soldiers who were still fighting? What a stupid and evil idea.”

The young prince smiled and then proudly spread his arms.

“These are those who have given their lives to the royal family and Altenberg over the past centuries. Born in a lowly paganism, only a handful can maintain their form, but those who remain are elite soldiers with tough souls.”

“Crazy. They were fathers and princes, but they were just bastards like pure necromancers.”

“You’re stupid, red knight. The people to be cursed are those whose only purpose is to defile the dead. Comparing the noble cause of purifying the souls of sins to that kind of necromancy.

”

I feel like I’m suddenly losing steam. Why do I keep talking to this asshole?

I swallowed a laugh and drew my sword.

As usual, the moment I thought I would pull out the sword, I would have the hilt in my hand, but the world doesn’t move the way I want because of the spirit soldiers that Savellard summoned.

“what the.” I thought it was unusual from the time I arbitrarily summoned my followers to someone else’s quasi-dimension, but seeing that my authority rapidly shrank, I was dumbfounded. The power accumulated by a family that had ruled a land as large as any small kingdom for many years was quite powerful.

“Anyway, I should have this subspace.”

Prince Savellard looked around and spun around as the graphics stopped like a broken screen.

“This is not an ability suitable for a mobster like you. The product of fantasy must be Al Zenberg’s…

“Damn it.”

I clicked my tongue at what he was talking about and called for reinforcements. The most powerful reinforcements you can call here in the Dream Manor…

Wriggling.

“Billion what?”

Had the power shrunken by the souls wrongly realized my will? The lizard’s head protruded from the middle of my chest.

“long time no see.”

“You bastard, why are you here?”

The artist flicked his dark red tongue, which was split in two at the end, and bent his neck. He made eye contact with me, revealing his serrated teeth.

“It’s nice to see your surprised face.”

“This dog-like lizard pup is having fun. Doesn’t it come out quickly?”

“under. I called you and you blame me.”

“You made it clear. If you act mean again-”

“Has your language ability deteriorated? I didn’t do anything.”

“Then why is this crazy bastard jumping out of here? away!”

“Ugh. Shall we sleep?”

The artist let out a scream as he grabbed the upper jaw and pulled it roughly.

Prince Savellard burst into laughter as I wrestled with the lizard head protruding from my chest.

“…Is it because of the unconsciousness of the most heinous killer on the continent? All of them are hideous.”

He looked back at the soul soldiers, who had increased by a thousand in a moment, and vigorously swung the chains in both hands.

“Go, servants of the royal family!”

The warriors who had been enslaved by Alzenberg while alive continued to charge for Alzenberg even in death.

Woo-yeah-

because the dull resentment and decaying anger were chords, the shouts that flowed from the waves of the soul were gloomy enough to remind them of Jangsonggok.

Holy crap-”

In a sense of urgency, I punched the head of the lizard rising up on my chest with my fist.

Fuck!

“You lumpy bastard, get away!”

“Heh, you idiot! I didn’t do it!”

“Ah-”

I took a step back and swung the sword wide. On the blade, the strong energy materialized by the will was blazing. The dark red blade drew a large trajectory, and the dozen or so soul soldiers exploded and scattered like steam.

Even though my authority has shrunk, this quasi-dimensional circle is definitely my domain. Even mutts tend to eat their way into the front yard of their house, so even strong souls that have survived for centuries perished helplessly with the help of a knife thanks to the quasi-dimensionality.

“Do not retreat, fight according to the will of the Lord until the end!”

The Prince of Savellard pulled the bundle of chains tighter as if tightening the reins, and the gaps in the dimension that were drawn tightly in the air spewed out dozens of soul soldiers each time.

Every time the strong wind created by my imagination flashed, whitish steam rose like mist. However, the helmeted figures rushed endlessly, and like ghosts, they flew through the sky and landed on their heads or rose from the ground, aiming for the crotch.

“Ahh- really.”

“Take me out properly when you have time to complain!”

“Shut up!”

With a shout, I fired strong energy from the tip of my sword.

.bang/ A red-hot whirlpool raged. Not only the spirit soldiers gathered around like dogs, but also the sand flowing like water and the air that came together, tilted awnings as if they were pouring forward, were finely ground in the whirlpool.

While I was taking a moment like that, I focused my will on the shitty lizard head hanging from my chest.

gurgling.

The artist’s head seemed to be pushed back into his chest, but a grotesque wriggling came from his toes. A warm, cozy sensation, as if a hot, wet, sticky mass of flesh were covering the entire body.

“…Sir. What is this again?”

Chi-chi-tsu —

Before I could react, a red mass of flesh rose from my toes and covered my whole body.

“Eh off.”

Pleasure that rises up the crotch hits the pit of the stomach hard and then vomits out of the protruding mouth.

Heheh.

A feeling of strength that is stronger than that of plate armor and a warmth resembling a mother’s arms surrounds the whole body. A sense of omnipotence overflows from the body, which has grown to about two spans, and the perfected ego sets its feet on transcendence.

I let go of the knife I was holding.

Ten blades sprouted from both hands, so there was no reason to cling to one sword.

“…What is that? A monster-”

You can see colorful emotions among the slaves who wail meaninglessly.

“Huh billion.”

Prince Savellard, who met his eyes with the bright yellow light, trembled his chin and stomped his butt. My tongue flicked at the emotion shining brightly in the achromatic world.

“Don’t stop. Kill!”

Woo-ah Ah-Ah-

I spurred the sand that flowed like water and flew towards the loose souls.

Hee hee.

The pale blades of the slaves of eternity grazed their necks, flanks and thighs, but not a single piece of scale fell. I swung my claws in all directions while swinging my tail in the air to balance.

Suuuung-

Her nails, which resemble hooks, were tinged with a brilliant red light before she knew it.

The Prince of Alzenberg and the Red Knight reappeared on the battlefield as suddenly as they disappeared.

“trunnion-!”

The first to spot them was the Black Woman. She hid herself in the shadows beneath the blazing fire, and leaped out of the darkness as soon as she saw a black figure appearing in the air.

“Uh-uh-wook!”

“Hot why? What’s wrong?”

When Phoenix vomited, Rannon supported him as if he was hanging on to his side. At the same time, he inspected his hands through the eerie mask resembling a white bone.

“Kwuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu000bclasped

the neck of the young prince with blood frothing at the mouth in his right hand.

A white glow emanated from the forearm on the other side, and a chain-shaped wave waved very faintly through it.

-Lannon, can that be?

The black woman looked up at the bandit, leaving the young shaman’s voice behind her.

“…what happened to what happened.”

“Eh yes? Poi, are you okay?”

“No at all.”

“at all?”

“huh.”

Phoenix smiled weakly and stood in balance. She tousled Rannon’s hair, who was looking up at him with his neck bent as if it would break, and raised his left hand high.

The next moment, dozens of thin and thick chains protruded from his arm.

Charreuk.

Is it because of the scene unfolding before my eyes? The woman in black seemed to hear that.

-As expected… you seem to have succeeded.

Thanks to the senses provided by the soul shaman lurking in the background, Rannon was able to perceive what was happening.

The chains that came from the red knight’s forearms spread across the entire battlefield. The end was followed by the commanders leading the slaves of Alzenberg, including the slave corps’ superior commander and the magician’s leader. It also extended to sergeants acting for commanders and soldiers who had lost even sergeants.

Frowning at the bizarre connection transmitted through his left arm, Phoenix murmured softly.

“Put down your weapon and lie down.” It did not take long for Altenberg’s faithful slaves to carry out their orders.

As many as 3,000 slave soldiers and magic bottles collapsed in place, not only the electorate army but also the army following Prince Ulkar were taken aback.

“This is—what are you all doing!”

“Stand up madness! Raise your arms!”

The imperial knights of Altzenberg and the officers of House Strom screamed in bewilderment, but the slaves did not budge.

The Elector’s army, whose momentum was weakened by the enemy’s reinforcements that appeared in succession, lost 80% of the total force due to the surrender of the slave soldiers and magic soldiers.

Even the soldiers led by the silver prince and the thunder giant Jaan’s demon giant knight, the red dragon, etc., outnumbered the resisting electorate.

“Retreat – retreat!”

“Take His Highness the Duke!”

Sensing the situation, Strom’s leaders began a desperate run. At that moment, the resistance was completely over, and all soldiers except the slaves of Altenberg began to scatter in all directions.

Prince Ulkar tried to pursue them with a small force of cavalry, but after an arduous forced march the horses lost sight of the Duke of Avilamber and his retainers as they rode up the eastern hills.

The silver prince climbed the hill, soothing the war horse that was drooling out of strength and raised a silver prosthetic arm.

“So far. There is no need to overdo it.”

Taking off his lion-shaped helmet, Ulkar sighed deeply as he faced the dawn.

“It’s finally over.”

Then, with a faint smile, he looked back at the knights gathered around him.

“A win. Everyone has suffered.”

That simple declaration was carried through the mouth and through the wind.

And after a while, the soldiers of the kingdom shouted like thunder as they watched the rising sun and the silver prince.