assistirfilmes Chapter 253: Knight King (4)
Chapter 253: Knight King (4)
“Does your power come with any side effects?”
Side effects?
At Merlin’s words, I recalled the Energy of Defying Heaven.
A power that denied everything.
This power, which rejected all but oneself, was not purely convenient.
“So far, it seems I don’t have any.”
“That’s fortunate. Powers like that usually demand some sort of price.”
At Merlin’s words, I nodded quietly.
“As for me, I replicate a portion of the King’s Garden. Even that causes all sorts of curses to age my body. This beard is the proof.”
Merlin stroked his beard.
“Honestly, this isn’t even severe enough to call a side effect. For using the power of that being, this level of consequence is nothing.”
Merlin stopped there and adopted a solemn expression.
Looking ahead.
“King, that’s not the right path.”
“...Is that so?”
The King of Knights slowed his steps and walked alongside us.
As dimensions overlapped on Earth, countless entities descended. Beings called gods and beings called heroes. And among them, one came to Britain.
If the King of Knights was the king of knights, then, in Northern Europe, there existed one known as the king of warriors.
The warrior Sigurd, who pierced the heart of the evil dragon Fafnir with a spear.
Step, step. He was guided by a squire. In this nation, proud to be called the kingdom of knights, even low-ranking heroes—referred to as “novice heroes”—served as squires.
Yet this so-called novice was rather strong.
‘No, that’s not the point.’
Sigurd reminded himself of his purpose for coming here.
Lee Seo-ha.
To search for the one called the Savior, Lee Seo-ha.
His lover, Brynhild, would be better suited to assess such a person, but for some reason, Odin sent him instead. Thus, it was his mission to accomplish.
“Haha, were you perhaps missing me?”
“...This is just me answering the summons.”
“At times like this, you should say, ‘Ershil, I missed you.’”
It sounded like lovers bickering.
Golden hair as if forged from sunlight and eyes that held stars. The famed illusionist of the Merchen family, Ershil Merchen.
Beside her stood a man.
An unmatched beauty.
He wore black slacks that didn’t suit him, a simple black short-sleeve shirt, and a casual hoodie over it. The hoodie bore strange patterns, and he wore black gloves—a mismatched outfit.
Yet his face made everything else irrelevant. It felt as though there was a halo glowing behind him.
“Oh, we have another guest.”
“...It’s Sir Sigurd.”
“Oh? You know Sir Sigurd?”
Sigurd looked at the unmatched beauty who had mentioned his name.
Odin’s great warrior.
The champion of the gods.
What made Sigurd even more intrigued was that the man spoke their language.
“Pleased to meet you. I am Sigurd, warrior of Odin.”
“I am Lee Seo-ha.”
“Savior, Lee Seo-ha. I know of you.”
Lee Seo-ha felt a pang of embarrassment at Sigurd’s words.
The nickname “Black Flame Dragon” was better than being called Savior. Yet, even that name triggered some secondhand embarrassment.
‘It’s not bad, though.’
Though it made him feel a bit tingly, the embarrassment was overwhelming for now.
“There are great expectations for you in this subjugation. Not just from me... our lord god is also very interested.”
Odin.
Lee Seo-ha pondered that name.
Previously, when he had infiltrated the territory of Nazi Germany, he had used Destruction of Heaven.
Zeus and Odin—both had reacted to his skill.
‘What about now?’
Lee Seo-ha habitually touched the hilt of his sword.
The hilt of Black Heaven. Initially, it was to silence Black Heaven’s mouth, but it had since become a habit.
While fiddling with the hilt, he spoke.
“Such interest is unwarranted.”
“No, it is not.”
“Did you think I’d just sit idle?”
At Ershil’s question, Kim Seo-hyun smiled brightly.
I looked at Kim Seo-hyun.
She had always pretended to be a man, but now she was completely transformed into a girly girl.
She tied her hair, which reached down to her waist, making it close to a bob.
And she made no effort to conceal her chest, which was visible, nor her clothing, which had a boyish charm.
“To think you’d enchant a man into becoming a woman.”
“What nonsense are you spouting?”
At Ershil’s words, I recoiled.
Kim Seo-hyun smirked meaningfully, as if she didn’t mind driving other women away with this.
“Looks like everyone is here.”
The person seated at the center of the room spoke.
An old man with the same golden hair as Ershil and a stern expression spoke solemnly.
“Let’s begin the meeting.”
“Is there even a need for a meeting? With a force like this gathered.”
I looked around.
It seemed humanity had pulled in most of its strength. Most of those present were upper-tier individuals.
I even spotted Hassan, the hero of the Middle East, whom I had encountered in Japan a while back.
‘It’s been a while.’
When my eyes met Hassan’s, he mouthed those words and nodded his head at me.
This drew surprised glances from those around him.
Though I didn’t remember his name clearly, I recalled he was quite prideful. I had gone in strongly from the start, and it turned out to be the right approach.
“The enemy is the Nazis. A nation that has survived over half a century against the entire world and flaunts its power.”
“Attacking their head seems like the best option.”
When I casually suggested this, everyone’s gaze turned to me.
Interest and unease... I refrained from saying more.
“The head?”
“There’s no point in killing countless Nazi soldiers. Picking an elite force to strike at Hitler would minimize damage.”
This strategy wasn’t because I was some genius tactician.
When dealing with the Nazi Empire, the least damaging and most reliable approach was to target their leadership with a select group of elites.
Everyone else would be pulled back to deal with Nazi soldiers.
However, the moment I proposed this, most people in the room wore displeased expressions.
“The risk is high.”
It was a good plan, but if it failed, the consequences would be severe. The elites chosen for this mission would have to face Hitler directly.
The head of the empire of evil.
His name was deeply engraved in Europe.
Yet, among those gathered here, most were...
“It’s meaningless.”
To put it bluntly, none of the people here were anything less than elite.
Each one was directly managed and highly valued by their respective nations. If any of them wanted to relocate, their country would offer countless benefits to accommodate them.
“That strategy seems extremely risky.”
“I agree with it. Most of the people here are so-called upper-tier chaff anyway.”
A mocking voice taunted the heroes around us.
The speaker, an entity with ferocious, beast-like magic, made no effort to hide it.
“Form a team of top-tier elites to take down Hitler? If he summons whatever demonic ally he has, it’ll be truly dangerous.”
“Crude tone, but the meaning is correct. The Nazis are preparing for their final battle. As much as I hate agreeing with him, targeting Hitler with elites is a viable option.”
“Isn’t everyone here highly capable? With such strong personalities gathered, even a perfect strategy might face resistance.”
“I agree.”
Sigurd added his voice.
“To confront Hitler, the bare minimum requirement is upper-tier strength. Others might succumb to mental attacks and fail to function. So, this method is the most reasonable.”
“I agree as well.”
The Heavenly Demon raised her hand.
“You, woman. What skill do you have to contribute?”
One of the frowning figures directed his displeasure at the Heavenly Demon, seemingly targeting her among the supporters.
“Interesting.”
The Heavenly Demon didn’t respond with hostility. Instead, she smiled, as if she found it amusing.
“In this era, or the one I came from, while the processes and outcomes may differ, strength ultimately decides everything.”
The Heavenly Demon stood up.
“Come on, kid. Let me teach you a thing or two.”