Radiant Dragon’s Otherworldly Reincarnation - Chapter 293 : Chapter 293

Chapter 193. O, Foolish and Pitiful One (1)

The world of Pangemonia, created and established by the two creator gods.

Around the time the world’s development had reached a certain orbit and the world had gained sufficient self-reliance.

An Outer God came from beyond the boundary.

And the Outer God, who arrived in the world after crossing the dimensional wall, waged a war to take this world.

The retainers of the Outer God who followed him tried to destroy the existing order of this world and restart everything to seize the rights of the world.

In the end, Yupinel and Kalaron created a new race to stand against Outer God and his retainers.

A body stronger than steel.

Magic power more powerful than any other race.

Wisdom sufficient to handle that power.

The race created by incorporating all of that.

That was the race called the guardian and coordinator of the middle world.

The Dragons.

“Wait? I learned in my childhood that Dragons were the first creatures made in the creation of the world.”

Patrick questioned, interrupting the Pontiff’s words.

At that, the Pontiff readily nodded and said.

“That is a lie.”

“Huh?”

Look at this old man being so confident.

As Patrick looked at him with a dumbfounded gaze, the Pontiff sighed and said.

“It couldn’t be helped. The existence of the Outer God had to be kept top secret, and to do that, we had no choice but to twist and distort the existing creation myth.”

Patrick scratched his head.

It was a bit suspicious, but it wasn’t something this old man decided, and it seemed to have been done that way for generations, so what could he do by questioning the person in front of him?

“Alright. Please continue.”

“I will. The war with the Outer God was fierce and long. But in the end, our world succeeded in defeating the Outer God and sealing him in a deep place.”

“……”

“And Lady Yupinel herself spread a barrier on the land where the Outer God was sealed to prepare for his possible resurrection, and ordered her followers to build a city.”

“Don’t tell me…”

“Yes. That is this very land.”

The Holy City, Promis.

He was saying that the Outer God was sealed right here in the capital of the Holy Theocracy.

“Can I perhaps see that seal?”

“…Only the Pontiff and his direct successor can enter the seal.”

The Pontiff said, looking troubled.

In fact, even telling this secret history was originally not allowed.

But since the young man in front of him had saved him, and furthermore, had saved the Holy Theocracy, he was specially telling him.

Any more than this was absolutely….

“I beg you.”

It was at that moment.

Patrick stood up from his seat and politely bowed his head, making a request….

It was an attitude so earnest, unlike the usual Patrick.

“Look here, Double Dragon.”

“……”

“Please consider my position as well. If word gets out to the Cardinals that I took you to the sealed land, whether I’m the Pontiff or not…”

“I beg you.”

“Why are you so interested in the sealed land?”

At the Pontiff’s words, Patrick, still with his head bowed, said.

“There is something I must confirm.”

“……”

“I implore you.”

At his earnest appearance, the Pontiff thought for a moment, then let out a heavy sigh and said.

“I have no choice.”

* * *

The central hall of the Holy Theocracy.

The Pontiff, who arrived at the place that was only opened when he performed important rituals, stood in the center of the hall, raised the Pontiff’s scepter, and said.

“In the name of Anonius Saint Baust XVII, I open the gate to the sealed land.”

At that, the space on the floor split, revealing a staircase leading down.

“Follow me.”

The Pontiff led the way, and Patrick followed him down the stairs.

A deep underground where not a single ray of light entered.

The stairs were so dark that one couldn’t see an inch ahead without the occasional glowing orbs that dimly lit the way.

After descending for a long time, what was revealed was a huge cavern.

It wasn’t natural; it was an artificially carved stone-walled cavern, and in its center was a giant spear, faintly glowing.

The giant spear, which seemed to be well over 100 meters long, was so large that it was difficult to take in its form at a single glance.

But what was more surprising was the power emanating from that spear.

Divine power?

No, it was different.

It was similar, but the very presence of this power was different.

This overwhelming and lofty power that seemed to mesmerize you just by looking at it, what in the world was it….

“It is the spear of Lady Yupinel. It is sealing the Outer God with this.”

“The power… of a god?”

“That’s right.”

Only then did it make sense.

The great and overwhelming presence felt from that spear was because it was the power of a god.

And the Outer God being sealed by this power was….

“I can’t see it.”

Looking at the part pierced by the spear, he couldn’t see anything there.

This way, he couldn’t confirm what the Outer God was.

To the disappointed Patrick, the Pontiff approached and said.

“If you wish to see the traces of the Outer God, look there.”

“Where do you mean?”

The Pontiff created a sphere of light with divine power and illuminated the ceiling of the cavern.

“It is a text left directly by the Outer God before he was sealed. Unfortunately, no one has been able to read it.”

“……”

“We too have long researched the identity of the Outer God, but we could not understand the meaning of that sentence. We thought it might be the characters of another world we do not know.”

“……”

Patrick stared blankly at the characters on the ceiling.

Patrick could read those characters, which were scrawled in a single stroke.

That was…

“It is Sanskrit.”

“Yes. That’s… what did you say?”

The Pontiff was astonished.

Patrick had spoken as if he knew the identity of those mysterious characters.

Those characters, whose rules and connections countless theologians had attached themselves to and researched, yet had found nothing.

“How… how? No, more than that, can you tell what kind of characters those are? Can you read them?”

“…I can.”

Originally, Patrick didn’t know Sanskrit well.

Sanskrit was a language used by erudite Confucian scholars or monks who studied Buddhism academically.

Why would a martial artist of the Murim study such characters?

But he knew those.

Even if he didn’t know Sanskrit, he knew that sentence.

Probably not just Patrick, but any Murim-in would know it.

Because every time that sentence appeared in the Murim, a storm of blood would blow.

Patrick said, as if spitting out the words.

“…The Heavenly Demon Descends. …Ten Thousand Demons Bow in Submission.”

It was at that moment.

Kugugugugugugugu….

The sealed land shook violently.

As if something underground was responding to the call.

* * *

The vast, open sea, far from the continent of Pangemonia.

There, space split, and people began to appear one by one.

Their appearance, in black robes and holding staffs made of skulls, was unmistakably that of black mages to anyone who saw them.

But the problem was not their identity, but their number.

One, two, three…. Ten, twenty… a hundred….

The number of black mages continued to grow, and it only stopped after becoming an enormous number exceeding 1,000.

1,000 black mages.

No one on the continent would have imagined it.

That so many black mages, who had been so relentlessly suppressed across the entire continent for a long time, would exist.

Even 1,000 ordinary mages would be a military force capable of influencing a nation.

Considering the combat-specialized nature of black mages, the meaning of the number 1,000 was truly terrifying.

In the middle of this vast, empty sea, a force of black mages capable of fighting a war with the Empire had appeared.

And this was just looking at the numbers.

The real show was about to begin.

Wuuuuuuuuuung.

A spatial portal, incomparably larger than any before, appeared.

The size of the portal used by black mages for transportation was proportional to their own magic power, and the size opening in the air now was so large it could swallow a small fiefdom whole.

And what appeared from there were six men in black robes and an old man who appeared while receiving their worship.

The moment they saw the old man with one eye covered by an eye patch, all 1,000 black mages knelt and bowed their heads, showing extreme respect.

“We greet the Venerable Master.”

“We greet the Venerable Master.”

The Venerable Master, who silenced the black mages expressing their respect in one voice with a raise of his hand, stared intently at one spot with his cloudy eyes.

It was a vast, empty sea.

Looking around, all that could be seen was the horizon.

But if one looked closely, one would be able to tell.

That this sea was extremely stagnant.

Even looking into the surface of the water, no fish could be seen, and there were no ripples.

Looking at the smooth sea surface, like a mirror, the Venerable Master muttered.

“They’ve fixed time and space entirely. I see…. No wonder I couldn’t find it for so long.”

Then he looked at a disciple on one side and said.

“Was it you, Las, who discovered it?”

“Yes. Venerable Master.”

“It is a great achievement. This achievement will bring you a higher reward on the Day of the Falling Sun.”

At that, the one called Las trembled with emotion and shouted.

“I will devote my loyalty and dedicate myself until the Day of the Falling Sun.”

The other black mages looked at Las with genuine envy.

After finishing the rewarding, the Venerable Master slowly raised his staff and said.

“Now, then, let us draw out the rats.”

And a dark red energy rose from his staff and wrapped around the stagnant sea.

At that, as if in a rejection reaction, something pushed back the dark red energy, and in the process, intense sparks began to fly.

But the energy emitted by the Venerable Master grew stronger and stronger, and finally….

Jjeojeok.

The sound of something cracking and breaking in the air began to be heard, and then….

Jjaeeeng!

With the sound of clear glass breaking, something revealed itself.

It was a large island with a volcanic island in the center, which was volcanically active.

And as the barrier surrounding the island broke, beings began to rise into the air one by one.

Huge bodies of black, red, gold, white, and so on, rose into the sky.

Dragons.

They, the coordinators and guardians of the middle world, flew up into the sky, emitting a murderous aura.

The Venerable Master, seeing that sight, raised his staff and said.

“For the great work of the Day of the Falling Sun on a large scale, and for our revenge on a smaller scale…”

The Venerable Master opened his one remaining eye wide and shouted.

“Go. My children! This is a holy war!”

And numerous black mages emitted magic power and fell downwards.

In a place unknown to anyone on the continent of Pangemonia, a war that would decide the fate of the world had begun.

* * *

“The day has finally come.”

The Golden Dragon, soaking his giant golden body in the magma of an active volcano, muttered.

His name was Leonis.

The Lord who ruled the entire Dragon clan.

He had realized it from the moment the barrier was attacked.

That the followers of the Outer God had finally found this place.

“The time has come.”

He raised his body from the lava.

At that, other dragons stepped forward and said.

“O, Lord.”

“The enemies have invaded this land.”

“Please give us your command.”

Looking at the reliable appearance of the clan waiting for the king’s command, the Lord said.

“Today’s trial will be harsh. But we will only do what we must do.”

The Lord spread his wings and emitted his aura, saying.

“My proud clan. Defeat the enemies of the world!”

“Yes!”

And all the dragons spread their wings and took to the skies.

The warriors of the clan, flying up one by one through the crater of the volcano.

And the terrifying roar that followed was a signal that the battle had truly begun.

The Lord heard that sound and said.

“Persona.”

“Did you call, my king?”

The one who answered was a Black Dragon, about half the size of the Lord.

Looking at the Lord who was staring at him, he said.

“Please speak. If you just give the command, I will gladly… those wicked beings.”

“You are not yet an adult dragon.”

The Lord cut off Persona’s words firmly.

Then he slowly lowered his head to meet her forehead and said.

“I will give you an important mission.”

“What is it?”

“You are to take the younger children of the clan and flee.”

“Lo… Lord? What a dreadful thing to say.”

“If it is our duty to protect the world, then your duty is to maintain the future of the clan. Take the children of the clan and leave immediately.”

“I refuse. I will fight too. O, Lord. Please withdraw your command.”

To the young dragon who cried out desperately, the Lord raised his head and tapped her forehead with his hand.

At that, a small crest on the Black Dragon’s forehead flashed once and then disappeared.

“Lord? This is…”

“Go.”

“……”

“From now on, you are the Lord of the clan.”

He had passed on the Lord’s seal.

This was proof that the Lord had resigned himself to death.

The dragon called Persona gritted her teeth and….

“Persona, daughter of Arcana. I accept your command.”

And then, Persona also spread her wings and flew away.

To obey the Lord’s command.

“With this, I have done all I must do.”

The Dragon Lord’s body floated into the air.

And then, his slowly rising giant body revealed itself outside the volcano.

The sight of the battle already in full swing came into his eyes.

The magic power of the black mages and the breaths of the clan raged, and demons summoned from hell attacked the clan.

Seeing dozens of demons simultaneously attacking a single dragon and pushing it back, Leonis roared.

“Followers of the Outer God. Retainers of evil! I will show you how terrifying the wrath of a dragon is.”

And as the Dragon Lord’s mouth opened, a golden light-attribute breath swept across the area.

Kwakwakwakwakwa!

His breath did not cause any harm to his own clan, and only attacked the enemy.

With that one blow, hundreds of black mages died without a trace, and the demons of hell they had summoned were also sent back.

Indeed, the Dragon Lord.

With a single breath from him, the disadvantageous tide of the battle was turned around at once.