733 – Multiple Stages of Death – 1

When the point of longevity arose between me and Lisianne, Lisianne’s attitude suddenly changed.

The sight of her kneeling politely and placing her hands neatly on her thighs. She seemed to have the attitude of a subordinate greeting her superior, so much so that she almost let out a sigh.

“Such a strong energy of death. He must be his apostle.”

No.

“I thought you came with Enen’s henchmen to subdue me, but you turned out to be the one who came to get me out of here!”

No.

“But it’s strange. I can feel not only the energy of death, but also the energy of Enen, and more than 10 other energies.”

Looking at Lisi Anne tilting her head, she bit her lip.

’10.’

First of all, when it comes to the divine energy that resides in me, there are three things: Enen, the eternal blue sky, and Constantina. I am clearly aware of this.

But there are more than 10 instead of 3? When we see that Lisian felt Jangsaeng’s energy, the owner of those energies is clear.

‘Anxiety and sin.’

Eleven adult animals are now fully established as pets in our home. However, during the religious wars, evil gods reigned and were called by evil names such as worry and sin.

It seems like their energy has stuck to me.

‘They say there is no godhood anymore.’

It’s strange. Eternal Blue Sky clearly said that the evil gods’ divinity had completely disappeared and that they could no longer build divinity. In fact, it has been a long time since they were reduced to ordinary creatures to the point where they serve as playmates and toys for our children.

Could it be that Eternal Blue Sky made its usual mistake? No, there was no particular reaction from the priests of the Dawn Church to say that. If I had sensed an evil energy, the Death King subjugation team would have turned into a sword subjugation unit.

So, is it because Lisianne is the priest of death who found traces of Jangsaeng?

‘That’s all there is.’

The Church of Dawn doesn’t know, but it’s an energy that only the Death King knows. No matter how you think about it, it is possible because Lisianne is a being closely related to death.

That’s a good thing. As long as Lisianne’s mouth is firmly controlled, ‘The Inspector General is an apostle of death!’ Because it won’t make the same crazy noises.

‘Let’s deal with it.’

And the most certain scourge in this world is the killer insect. If Lisian is returned to ashes and dust, the ugly title of Apostle of Death will disappear.

In the first place, I joined the army even though I was on leave in order to eliminate the Death King. It is surprising that the Death King looks ordinary and that he is a former cardinal from the Dawn Church, but this is not a reason to put the subjugation on hold.

As I raised my sword with all my might, Lisianne blinked her eyes and looked at me.

“Apostle?”

“Who is the apostle?”

I am a blessed member of the Dawn Church. You damn infidel.

I took the name Death King too lightly.

The anecdote that he was fine even when his head was cut off and his chest pierced was a record that was passed down in a purified form.

“As expected, you are an apostle who serves death closely! I have never seen a warrior as strong as you in the past! Even Berlo’s divine power and holy laws were ferocious, and his strength of arms would not be even half that of the apostle!”

Lisianne chatters with sparkling eyes even when only her head remains.

‘Damn.’

I grabbed the back of his neck at that bizarre sight.

I really, really tried to do everything I could to deal with Lisianne. Basically, they decapitated him, pierced his chest dozens of times, cut off his limbs, and tore his entire body into pieces. Nevertheless, Lisianne recovered without any problems.

He also smashed her head, wondering if it might be the source of his recovery, but the fragments of her head slowly gathered together in one place and were restored. It was the same even if it was completely ground to powder level.

So I slashed at the sky. I threw it away as if I was dealing with Khagan, Tala, or Dorgon…

‘Why don’t I die?’

Even though she was hit directly by the Sky Slash, Lisianne was fine.

To be exact, it turned into colorful powder and scattered, then began to come together again.

“How on earth did you lose?”

In the end, the more she attacked Rishi Anne, the more she let out her doubts that she had been building up.

How on earth did a saint named Berlo deal with Lisianne? No matter how much the saint is Enen’s favorite being, can he show destructive power to offset this crazy resilience? Is the presence or absence of her divine power the key to subduing the Four Kings?

“Oh, you mean that?”

Lisianne, who had already recovered to her chest, furrowed her brows.

“Honestly, I was confident that I wouldn’t lose, but on the other hand, I wasn’t confident that I could beat Berlo. In that case, I thought it would be better to give up on recovery and die and hope for the future.”

“Are you making a promise for the future?”

“Just as I chose this path to find the remnants of death, I thought that one day a junior would come out to succeed me. Then wouldn’t you have tried to revive me and open a new world together? I have to deal with two.”

Lisianne, who said that, looked up at me with a grin.

“I didn’t expect that the Apostle would come in person rather than my junior, but it’s actually better.”

‘Fuck.’

I closed my eyes to a truth that was more terrible than I could imagine. The Death King was not defeated by the church. Even the saint did not achieve victory over the Death King.

It was only because of Li Sianne’s voluntary sacrifice that she gained power.

‘How do I kill this?’

The Death King could not even kill the saint called the son of Enen. I don’t think we can kill such a Death King now.

Even the current Lisianne is mistaking me for Jangsaengi’s apostle. If she sticks to me, she sticks, but it seems she has no intention of meeting a voluntary end like she did 800 years ago.

‘…Wait a minute.’

Come to think of it, Lisianne chose to die in the hope that her junior would resurrect her, but how did she come back to life in the absence of her junior?

‘No way.’

As I looked at Lissian blankly, an ominous possibility occurred to me.

When Jangsaengi, who was buried in a seal, came out into the world, Jangsaengi at that time was still maintaining the deity of death, albeit barely. Could it be that the spirit of death that spread through the world at that time stimulated the dead Lisianne? Is it because her energy was so minimal that she was revived only now?

It is a hypothesis that I hope is not true, but at the same time, it is the most likely hypothesis. It wouldn’t be surprising if Rishi Anne was resurrected if it was her her death her her her her her her her, and not just her her her her juniors her her her her.

‘Jangsaeng is this b*stard.’

I thought of Jangsaeng being washed by the triplets in the mansion.

You damn b*stard. This happened because you didn’t manage your energy properly.

“Hey, Apostle.”

“I’m not even an apostle.”

“Then, Senior Senior?”

For a moment her head felt dizzy. Who could have imagined that someone from 800 years ago would be called a great senior? Since entering this damn dungeon, I have been experiencing many unimaginable things.

“It looks like the ability verification has been completed. Can I also serve death?”

“What?”

“As you just saw, there is no servant more useful than me. Even Death would be satisfied, so wouldn’t everyone be happy if I went to him?”

With those words, Li Sianne’s head was made into her hair again.

How crazy is this?

***

As soon as we entered the Death King’s dungeon, something strange occurred. Count Tyglehen, who was next to me, disappeared.

In a situation where a key figure in the empire and the core force of the punitive force disappeared, Brother Tanian and I quickly moved the punitive force. We gave rest to the corpses that stood in our way, and we forcibly broke through all the terrain that impeded our march.

Fortunately, the Count’s military power is low, so there is little chance of anything going wrong, but this is the home of the Death King, who has reappeared after 800 years. If you are away for a long time, you never know what will happen.

So I set out to find the Count at maximum speed,

“Are you here?”

“Your Excellency?”

The count was found holding a half-broken head with a haggard complexion.

“It’s Death King. Perhaps because he was just resurrected and had just created such a large-scale dungeon, I was able to defeat him alone.”

At those words, I hurriedly looked at the head the count was holding.

A woman with light blue hair and red eyes? Because the damage was so severe, we cannot be sure of the gender, but surprisingly, it looked like an ordinary human being.

Did Death King look like that? Since he was the king of death, I thought he looked like a tangle of corpses or was made of bones?

‘Amazing.’

Without realizing it, I let out an exclamation mixed with sighing.

First of all, there is no way the Count would lie, and there is no way there are civilians in the Death King’s stronghold. In that case, it would be true that the Count defeated the Death King alone. It would be a lie if I said I didn’t have respect for him as a fellow warrior.

However, as the cardinal of the religious order and the commander-in-chief of the punitive force, he was unable to protect the count, his second-in-command, and forced him to fight alone. We came in large numbers and only dealt with the novices, and the Count alone took care of the Death King.

‘What a shame.’

I didn’t have the shame to look at the count, so I lowered my head. It seems like the church that rang the bell five times has turned to an outsider, the Count. It’s as if the church has handed over the work that should have been done to secular nobles.

Even the title of Knight Commander of Saint Togra and the praise of the Sword of the Sun felt shameful right now. It’s too much for this incompetent guy—

“Thanks to the punitive force, we were able to focus on suppressing the Death King.”

“Yes?”

I raised my head again at the count’s words.

“As you said, the Death King is a being who leads an army that is more difficult than his own strength. But look at this place. Isn’t there only the Death King?”

“Yes, I see. It is indeed a strange thing.”

“Death King’s forces were rushing to block the punitive force, so there were no troops to actually protect him. Thanks to that, we ended up fighting him one on one.”

Eventually, the Count bowed towards me.

“It would not have been possible without the church’s dedication and justice. Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“…That is too much to say, Your Excellency.”

I also bowed to the count’s consideration.

Thanks to the count, the punitive force and the church were able to establish the minimum level.

***

While the punitive force was investigating the space where the Death King was, they quietly moved to an unoccupied corner.

“Come out.”

“Yes.”

Mini-sized Lissie Anne, who was hiding in her arms, stuck out her head.

‘Is this right?’

I sighed at the sight of Lisianne, who had become Death Thumbelina instead of Death King.

An entity that cannot be killed even if not only I but the entire subjugation team join forces. A being that whines and says it wants to see death. A vicious being who doesn’t know what he might do if his eyes roll over.

Thanks to you, I made this choice with tears in my eyes. If you continue to refuse, Li Xianne may take the entire punitive force hostage, and since she was revived because of Jangsaeng, Jangsaeng may be able to kill her.

Of course, I don’t have high expectations because I am a Jangsaeng who has lost his godhood, but I have to have hope where there is even the slightest possibility.

‘If you decide to hide, you won’t even be found.’

I looked at Lissian bitterly and washed my face dry.

She created a corpse that looked exactly like herself and stole her body, completely hiding even her unique fraud. So much so that not even Tani An and the Cardinal who were near me noticed.

‘This is the best.’

Yes, this is best. If you refuse Rishi Anne’s request and Rishi Anne takes her punitive force hostage, or if you decide to turn the punitive force away, a huge disaster will stalk the continent.

So this method is the best, it is definitely correct…

“Apostle. You seem to be still young, but if you walk around with that frown on your face, you’ll get wrinkles.”

“Be quiet.”

Instead of Lisianne’s provocation, she took Lisianne into her arms.

‘Should I at least go see Attellius if I have to?’

Since it is a dragon that has lived for a long time, it seems to know how to deal with undead that do not die.

I hope so.