I Became the First Prince - Chapter 327

327. 85. The millennium has finally come (8)

When the light disappeared, the black beasts and monsters that had been flying away were no longer there.

The dead who had vomited the unclean weeping returned to the earth, and the dead were also lost to sheep that had not existed from the beginning.

It was just knights and soldiers buried in a pile of dirt.

There was no shouting.

The survivors stood on a plain so full of corpses, they looked up at me.

Bugs and bumps.

Only the sound of footsteps resounded in the quiet battlefield.

Thousands of eyes chased the master of footsteps.

He was there.

The prince who scattered the darkness and finally returned.

The iron armor melted so that the shape could not be recognized, and the bare flesh revealed was full of Beigo stab wounds.

The blood was vomited, and all around my mouth was red.

The prince seemed to be going down right away.

“Ah…”

The knights who saw it sighed.

I saw the light shining beyond the curtain.

I thought the prince was also fighting in it.

It was as expected.

The prince did not give up.

Caught in the dark, he was fighting alone.

So I finally came back.

Though it may have become a vine in the bloody castle.

The knights who stood there and looked at him were furious.

“Your Majesty!”

“His Royal Highness is back!”

The roar of silence echoes again on the battlefield.

But no one approached the prince with such a shout.

Even the knights of the prince, including Adelia Bavaria and Vale Balahad, could not be relieved, but only rolled their feet.

It was all because of the strange energy that swept around the prince.

It was neither hostile nor blatant.

It was just like the early morning sun in the spring.

At the same time, it was something I should not dare to encounter, and it was something I would not consider just to look at.

It was like divinity, like sanctuary.

Bugs and bumps.

Then someone stepped into the sanctuary.

It was a dragon slayer.

“That is the myth of the dawn that has finally been yours from the beginning, but now it is taken back.”

Idrian Leonberger nods a small head instead of an answer.

“How absurd.”

The dragon slayer fills the tongue once.

“In the face of the destruction that you have accomplished, the achievements of the true dragon that I have accomplished become colourless.”

A complex emotion arose in the face of the dragon slayer.

“It would be strange if the myth of the end that tore the whole world apart was so low.”

Soon, however, only pure admiration remained.

Then even the awe disappeared, and a gentle light appeared on the dragon slayer’s face.

“Congratulations. And thank you.”

Idrian Leonberger opens his eyes to unexpected gratitude.

“Your soul…”

Dregon Slayer’s smile became more dull, full of embarrassing voices.

“The time has finally come for peace in your life, which was only a struggle. How can I take my father from you? Only my soul will suffice to burn with firewood.”

Idrian Leonberger’s lips twitch several times.

But not a word of it came out of his mouth.

Idrian Leonberger looks at the old friendship with sad eyes.

“Don’t look like that.”

The dragon slayer said softly.

“I am the only one who has defeated two dragons in this world, and I will not come again, for I am proud.”

The dragon slayer laughed, saying there was no regret in his life that even the dark dragon had fallen after the mineral dragon.

“This made her not accused of being a worthless little man who had taken even the life of her offspring, so it is also desirable.”

The dragon slayer, who said so, looks back.

The Knights, Soldiers and Rangers of the Kingdom, including Arwen Kirgayen, and many others were looking at them.

“I grew up really well.”

The dragon slayer continued to speak with the knights and soldiers of the kingdom in their sights.

“No one is better than my knights and soldiers 400 years ago, so the kingdom will be steadfast without any wind waves.”

Idrian Leonberger, who has kept his silence for so long, opens his mouth.

“To be honest, it’s better now than it was then.”

“I can’t agree with that.”

“Agree or disagree, that’s true.”

The dragon slayer was purple.

“My knights have crossed the line of death and have finally come to me.”

“My knights revived me from the dead.”

A meaningless quarrel followed for a moment.

At that time, Wuwung and Dragon Slayer’s sword wept.

It’s like a childish horse fight.

The two men stopped arguing.

Warlock.

“I hope that your life, which you have finally regained, is what you wanted.”

The dragon slayer approaches and hugs Idrian Leonberger.

“My friend, my teacher.”

Farewell greetings filled with affection.

“My poor descendant, Idrian Leonberger.”

Dragon Slayer smiles softly.

And I reached out my hand and gave him my sword.

Idrian Leonberger holds the sword in his hand.

At that moment.

Full rot.

The king’s body, which had been occupied by the dragon slayer, was shattered and stretched.

Warr.

I heard something crumbling everywhere.

Idrian Leonberger did not turn his head.

You didn’t have to see what that sounds like.

The Death Nights who returned from the dead and fought with the king to make my body a vine will finally regain rest.

He just accepted the king’s body, which was stretched out.

After a while, I raised my head and found my articles.

And he said,

I’m sorry I’m late.

At that moment.

“Your Majesty!”

His knights, who couldn’t get close enough to be pushed by an unfathomable energy, waxed, shouted and ran.

“Your Majesty!”

Knights surrounded him.

“Sire! Sire! Are you hurt?”

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

Adelia Bavarian and Arwen Kirgayen, who were the first to die, looked at his body.

“No. What the hell is that? What the hell was he doing?”

“Hmm. I did my best. Are you okay?”

“I can’t see you, so you’re saying! You look like…”

A wealthy Balahadga, who arrived one step late, struck him in front of the prince.

“Your Majesty, I have not kept you yet. Please punish me…”

“Really! How long have you been feeling better again! Again!”

Later, Kars Ulrich knelt down and pleaded guilty, and Bernardo Eli snuck over the body of a well-known court knight and shook his head.

“What the hell happened inside you?”

In the meantime, someone asked.

The noisy knights shut their mouths and looked at him as if they had made a promise.

“The explanation will be given later.”

Instead of answering him, he looked up at the sky with weakness.

The knights chased that gaze and raised their heads.

The knights who raised their heads opened their eyes.

As the light rises, black stains flock to the sky that finally regains its lustre.

Only the citadel with black stains has already become so clumped.

“It’s time to finish with that boring guy.”

Idrian Leonberger grabbed the sword.

Later, the court knight commander took the king out of his arms.

“I’ll help.”

The knights surrounded him with a flattering face.

“No. That darkness is from me, so I must end it.”

He said he had drawn too long a fight that should have ended in the first place, and his voice was resolute without a word before.

“Stand down.”

The knights could not refuse him, as the strange power was there.

Choke.

I heard a heavy iron sound.

The knights turn their heads, and Arwen Kirgayen is tearing off a perfectly fine armor.

“Your Majesty, please bear with me.”

She hangs over his shoulders, bare or otherwise, with the armor that she took off.

Chuckle. Chuckle.

The knights who saw this removed some of my unharmed armor and attached it to the body of the prince.

“Vale! Vale is too big for you… it’s too big for you! Huge!”

“Northern Prince! You don’t have to take it off anyway!”

The knights have been trembling for a long time to take off my armor and give it to my master.

Idrian Leonberger, who was staring at the sky with his splendid face, said it was ridiculous.

“What is this? Not even beggars.”

Each of the colours and each of the engraved sentences. He looked ridiculous in his armor drawn from all over.

“Oh, really.”

He grumbled over and over again.

But he didn’t seem willing to take off his armor, even though he was so grouchy with his mouth.

“Vincent. Cape.”

Rather, it took away the cloak that Vincent Ballhardt was carrying.

With a cape on his body with the emblem of Triple Shield overlaid with three layers of shield, he nods with a pleasant face.

“Outsider. Let’s leave the sword to you.”

In his own way, he handed over my sword to Vale Ballerhard.

“Be careful.”

Baleard said, chasing after the black stain, which is gradually expanding into the snow.

“Don’t worry about me.”

Idrian Leonberger nods.

Then he grabbed the sword and fixed it.

“Let’s all retreat as far as Huangdo.”

I lowered my position as if I were going to jump right now.

“From now on, the eclipse is gone.”

Blue eyes turned to the sky.

The enlarged darkness stopped expanding and looked down at him, as if it were one day covering the plain.

“It will disappear without leaving any debris.”

A light burst out of his whole body.

It was then that the Black Sky collapsed.

It’s like the end of the world.

It was despair itself that man could not dare protest against.

Nevertheless, the survivors did not take the throne.

“The body later! Wounded are the top priority!”

“Don’t look up! Take one more step at a time!”

They support each other, carry their wounded, and walk out of the plain in front of the Emperor in an orderly manner.

At their convenience, the glorious curtain of light stood up like a wall.

“Your Majesty…”

Arwen Kirgayen, who remained until the end and helped the survivors retreat, looks back.

There was a prince who was reconciled with the light.

“Lord Arwen!”

Bernardo Eli, who had left the position ahead of me, returned and forced her to be taken.

“May you finally win and return to the same face as always.”

Arwen Kirgayen prayed a little while being drawn into his hands.

A few times, a few times.

It continues unabated while completely exiting the Ecliptic Plains.

* *

Whenever the light rose, the sky cried.

Every time the darkness pours down, the ground shakes.

It was as if the world had ended.

The topography of the plain has changed several times.

It has been a long time since the eclipse that remained was completely gone.

There was no distinction between the earth and the sky.

When the darkness ran out, it was the sky; when the light came, it was the earth.

In a world without even the division of the heavens and the earth, the night and the screaming dawn clashed countless times.

It’s been a day.

It was the second day after another day.

The battle of night and dawn is still not over.

“God.”

Immediately after the battle, Adelia Bavaria, who had fallen and wandered the landscape, watched the light and darkness intersect with her unholy body.

“Please… please… Musahiman…”

Arwen Kirgayen was ready to jump back into battle at any time while she was praying with both hands together.

“Ian will come back.”

Vale Ballerhard, who grabbed hold of my nephew’s caribou, had already been told how many times.

“Just come back somewhere. I’ll tie you up so you can never go anywhere again. No, I just need you to come back safe. I think the other thing is good. So please…”

Vincent Baleard, like my father, prayed for the return of the Prince’s martyrs endlessly.

“I don’t lose. I never lose. You will finally come back and turn your back on me with that ugly face.”

Bernardo Eli talks like a madman who doesn’t know who he’s talking to.

Kars Ulrich stands up like a statue and stares at the light without a word.

Neither did the king who got married and woke up, my brother, the chatty Ranger squadron commander, and all of them.

What they wanted was not a grand victory.

The only thing they cared about was the prince coming back safely.

All the knights and soldiers gathered their hands and prayed.

I sought a god who did not believe, and prayed with a godly heart I had never carried before.

It’s been another day.

Another day has passed.

When it was the seventh day, the noise that continued indefinitely stopped.