I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

53 – Disciplined Apostle – (3)

Continue swinging your sword.

It was important not to give him a chance to fight back.

“Ugh, umm.”

As I continued my fierce offensive, the apostle Atral hesitated and retreated.

No matter how big you are and how thick your armor is, you won’t be able to take damage if you beat this much. If you put mana into the sword and hit it hard, the impact on the inside would be beyond imagination.

Atral was still unable to move properly due to the aftermath of the explosion that occurred between the seams.

I swung the sword in succession, and each time his armor made a roaring noise and absorbed the impact.

sh*t.

just as expected. The black smoke emanating from Atral’s armor began to subside noticeably, and small cracks began to appear on the surface.

Calling for pleasure inside, he persistently aims for that place.

With the false hope that he might be able to defeat the apostle with his single body.

“I admit it. Isgovan is strong.”

Suddenly, Atral opened her mouth.

“It shows everything.”

The next moment, black smoke began to pour out from between the cracks in the armor.

I panicked and withdrew my sword and stepped back. Atral’s large body came into view at a glance, and I was speechless.

Because Atral’s whole body was swirling with intense negativity.

I thought that the damage was accumulated by pushing hard until just now, but that was not the case.

It was simply that he wasn’t properly drawing on the power of foreign media. The reason is probably to fill the gap with me.

“I’m sorry. I can’t control my strength anymore.”

“It’s so damn knightly, it brings tears to my eyes.”

I muttered and fixed my sword.

Then, Atral struck the hand holding the great sword.

Same movement as before. However, the power contained in that single sword was on a different level than before.

I hurriedly raised my sword and tried to block it.

Close by!

The impact was so strong that it broke my wrist.

I tried to grit my teeth and hold on, but it seemed that the speed at which my sword would break was faster than the speed at which Atral’s greatsword could be withdrawn.

The moment I had no choice but to give up my sword and retreat, a black flash flashed in front of my eyes.

What I saw the next moment was the figure of Atral, who was holding her wrists and walking backwards.

“yes?”

There was a uriad right in front of me. His eyes, full of anger, were directed at Atral.

Before long, light purple mana spikes rushed towards Atral. It was Bonama or Eina.

In an instant, she pushed Atral. Eina’s thin sword twisted through his helmet and stabbed his bright red eyes.

Atral stepped back with a loud scream, and Eina smiled broadly and trotted right next to me.

“You’ve held up well.”

Nod.

Eina and Uriad stood on either side and threw out a word at a time. So did the other articles. Looking around, all the foreign news articles were oxidizing into black smoke with only their skins remaining.

What can I say, it feels strange to see two grandparents assisting me.

“Mmm. It’s not fair.”

Atral rubbed her stabbed eye and said. He braced himself with his greatsword and looked this way with resentful eyes.

Why did I feel that those eyes looked like those of a child?

“Uriad is a bastard. He fights fair and square. This is Isgovan and I fight.”

“Ha. Was it fair to raid someone’s funeral home? You should know the extent, stupid.”

Yuriard flicked his sword and made a sarcastic remark. Atral scratched his cheek, seemed to think for a moment, then shook his head.

“I am just. Everything I do is right.”

“This is enough to be an apostle of justice.”

“Arwen was like that too. I am an apostle of justice.”

Eina closed her mouth and shrugged her shoulders.

If it was normal, she would have looked cute, but thinking of her as a 140-year-old grandmother made me disgusted.

“Yes. Your sh*t is thick. Now die. Let’s end the long evil relationship.”

When Yuriard said that, Atral swung his greatsword and said.

“That’s right. My sh*t is thick.”

And the next moment, Atral thrust the greatsword straight into the ground.

Same movement as before. Are you trying to summon the foreign knights again?

Everyone shrank and paid attention to Atral’s next move.

“This is a bad uriad. Go all out.”

At that moment, the curtain behind Atral lit up.

Heaven and earth wriggled as if they were giving birth, and the mud-heaped floor moved wildly up and down.

Everyone couldn’t control their bodies and rolled helplessly on the ground. I, too, was about to be bounced about two meters into the air, but then I fell unsightly, sticking my nose into the ground.

He rubs his nose and raises his head.

“……uh?”

The next moment we were standing in completely different places.

The landscape in front of my eyes has completely changed.

“This, this…”

Uriad looked around in bewilderment.

The light purple curtain that surrounded this space had become transparent before I knew it. However, what was visible beyond that was not the appearance of the mausoleum.

It was a vast universe. Stars twinkled through the black background. The floor is not a pile of rain-soaked mud. It is shaped like a transparent glass floor made of sparkling light.

I’ve seen this before.

over the monitor.

“I guess I’ve been f*ked up.”

It must have been Act 8 of Raising the Empress, the battle stage with the final boss.

yes. Simply put, the place where foreigners live.

It was an alien place.

An alien darkness like an abyss seen through the veil. I feel a line of gaze in it.

A strong gaze passes my back and points to a girl behind me. It was Lynchia.

Lynchia, who suddenly received the gaze of the cosmic being, trembled slightly as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders.

I didn’t even have to explain who it was.

foreign press. The final boss of Raising a Empress who seeks this world.

We ended up falling into the corner of his room.

“Yeah. It sure looks f*ked up.”

Uriad agreed with me.

*

Seeing this from a distance, Harzfeld was unable to speak in embarrassment.

This place was not truly alien. I could tell when I saw this curtain reflected on the floor. He, who had his own knowledge of ancient witchcraft, was able to grasp the fact that this space had been transferred close to the outer world.

In other words, foreign media cannot interfere with us as long as we are within this veil.

Of course, you can send some kind of energy. Like this, to the lineage of the creator god next to me, the last empress of Irn.

At first, Lynchia trembled with fear, but soon she caught her breath and regained her composure.

“That’s fortunate, but…”

Her words trailing off, Harzfeld stared at the apostle, Atral, in front of him.

In any case, it is true that they moved to a space where the power of foreign media greatly affects them.

In other words, in the case of an apostle who borrows power from him.

“It becomes strong enough to be different from the dimension.”

Literally, the dimension on which you stand has changed, so you become stronger in a different dimension.

oh oh

Black smoke billowed up and a large, dark purple knight began to run.

A charge so intense that it could be said to be a completely different existence from before. A knight and Eina hurriedly rushed out and swung their swords at once.

Kwajik!

Both swords were shattered by Atral’s outstretched greatsword, splitting them horizontally.

One of the knights could not even scream and his back was separated and his intestines were spilled.

Eina was also not safe. I leaned back and avoided it based on my intuition from experience, but the arm holding the sword was severed.

Its cross-section was rugged, as if it had been bitten by a beast.

“Umm. Eina wonder…”

“Hey!”

Seeing this, one of the nobles screamed.

She rushes out and scratches as if tearing at the curtain, shedding tears and runny nose.

Starting with this, everyone fell into a panic. The same was true of the Grand Duke. It was the same with Grand Duke Krater of Elvendel and Philias, Grand Duke of Sigrun.

Well, they’re just chaff that took over their father’s place.

Harzfeld was watching this bitterly.

The arm of my vassal had just been cut off, but he didn’t seem to care at all.

“stop!”

At that moment, a girl screamed.

Someone was Empress Hani, Lynthia Ayren.

She was holding her shoulders and trembling, but she was witnessing the battle unfolding in front of her more steadfastly than anyone else in the room.

He bit his lower lip so hard that blood flowed out of it. But I don’t care, I cry

“Cry outside! It’s crazy!”

As if he was indignant at the fact that he was of no help.

Seeing that, Harzfeld gave a slight smile that didn’t match the atmosphere.

Kwakwawang!

At that moment, the apostle moved again.

This time, he was running towards Fried. One of the knights hesitated before raising his sword, but it was already too late. The bayonet literally shattered the top of his neck.

Bone meat splattered and the son-in-law became upset. Aiming at that time, Yuriard rushed towards the apostle.

Chae Chaeng!

A few sums followed, but that was it. Before long, Yuriad was hit directly by Atral’s fist, flew far away, and fell with his head on the screen.

Seeing that his limbs are bent in strange directions, further battles will be difficult.

The last person standing is Ho Guk-gyeong alone. Atral continued to emit black smoke, like a bullfight that was about to run into it.

“Now, I’m fair again. Whoa.”

“…”

At Atral’s words, the Guardian Guard raised his sword without a word.

I don’t know what the expression he’ll be making over his back is, but he’s really smiling even now.

“Ugh…!”

Lyncia hammered her trembling fist into the floor.

Fragments of the shroud shattered and became lodged in the back of his hand, causing bright red blood to flow violently.

A few attendants tried to stop her, but she didn’t listen.

Eventually Harzfeld took her hand and shook his head.

“Your Majesty, you should cherish the jade body…”

“What is Okche! If it continues like this anyway, it’s a dog’s death!”

He shakes his hand and yells at him.

“What about those people dying over there? I can’t do anything? This is just a folding screen! I can’t do anything!”

Lynchia continued as if she was vomiting.

“I don’t want to lose again… I don’t want to lose anyone…”

The last words faded as if they were dying.

With her head down, she seemed to sob quietly.

As the empress’ heart broke, the people around her quietly buried their faces as if they had intuited death.

He let out a sigh at that pitiful smirk.

“If you die, you die. Is there anything to be happy about?”

As expected, Harzfeld was a well-rounded man.

If there was one regretful thing about him, it was that he was unable to formally pass on the position of head of household to his son. I was already worried about the dark fight that would take place after his death.

You should have written a will after all.

While looking at the empress with that thought, the action Lynceia took was far beyond his expectations.

“yes?”

Lincia, who lowered her head, stared blankly at her fist.

To be precise, the blood that flowed from that fist seeped into the veil.

Lyncia opened her eyes wide at the sight of the blood-soaked curtain bouncing around and melting like a poisoned rat.

“…”

Then, after looking at the knight in front of his eyes and his bloody hand for a moment, he hardened his expression as if he had made up his mind.

Lincia looked at Harzfeld.

“Duke Harzfeld, please give me the sword.”

“……Your Majesty? What is your intention?”

“Just give me.”

Harzfeld looked at the sword at his waist with a blank expression.

“However, this treasured sword is a symbol of the five ducal families bestowed upon by the founding emperor, and taking it is believed to mean that you will relinquish the title bestowed upon the Harzfeld family…”

“Just ask for it, old man!”

“Kko, kkondae……”

Quickly, he pulls the sword from his waist.

Harzfeld, who suddenly became a kkondae, blinked blankly.

Eventually, the action Lyncia took was unexpected.

He drew his sword and began to cut deep into his white wrist with the sharp blade.

“Your Majesty! What the hell are you doing!”

“No self-determination! I will incur the wrath of the gods!”

Several attendants approached and even the administrator opened his mouth and rushed at it, but when Lincia opened her eyes, everyone had no choice but to stop.

Those eyes were those of an infallible emperor. After reading her intentions, Harzfeld realized that he had underestimated Lynthia Ayrn.

Bleeding like a waterfall, she said.

“If I’m right… the blood of the imperial family flowing through my body will be at odds with beings from the outer dimension. I’m sure it’s because Rowan did that.”

“……Hoo.”

“If you use this… you’ll be able to offset all the power it borrows.”

Lynchia raised the corner of her mouth while holding the blood-stained treasured sword.

The black robe she was wearing was dyed red, just like her sword, and her face was pale as if she had shed a lethal amount of blood, but she was smiling.

A naked laugh that made even Harzfeld flinch.

“Heh heh…. Is that really his true self, or is it stained by the protector?”

Whatever it was, I was satisfied.

Wherever you look, is that a clumsy and unprincipled emperor?

In every way, he was the Iron Blood Emperor himself, possessing all the dignity of a monarch.

He praised himself inwardly.