Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 13 Inheritance
This may be the last time this foolish man sees himself in the mirror.

"I'm Lee Eun-su, also known as Sur Daon."

Fragmented whispers echoed in the small space, and fragmented memories were integrated.

The old sworn knight, Sur Daon, looked at himself in the mirror, feeling a little bewildered and bitter.

Why, at this moment, did I suddenly recall the memories of my previous life? Why, at this moment, did I remember my past as a human being?

Because your time is up.

Somewhere in the dark, Su Er felt a sense of malice. Was fate cursing him?

"Really? My time is up."

Indeed, it doesn't matter anymore, there is no difference anymore.

At this point, the road has come to an end and there are no other options.

So, what is the difference between the time traveler Li Ensu and the rebellious knight Sur?
He looked at himself in the mirror and gave a bitter smile.

Now, he finally understood why he always had these strange ideas, why he was always filled with dissatisfaction and anger, and why he always felt that the world shouldn't be this way.
"Damn it, you're too late." If I had awakened to the memories and knowledge of my past life earlier, maybe I would still have a choice.

Is there really a choice?

No, it's useless. In the face of the darkness of the whole world, what options does an individual have?

No, it does make sense. It makes me more determined to follow my own path, the path of a traitor. It seems to be meaningless, because...
"I don't regret taking this desperate path."

No matter how many times I try again, no matter whether I have knowledge of other worlds or not, I will eventually take this path.

Donning armor and picking up the sword of judgment, the greasy old knight looked serious for the first time.

This time, it is still an expedition and a crusade.

A century of conquest may have finally come to an end.

"Sir." The young knight's squire presented gloves and a cloak, his young face full of anxiety.

"Please take us with you." Along the way, the former paladins hoped that Sur would change his mind.

Even if you have lost your holy power and can only be cannon fodder, please let us follow you.

"Do we... do we still have a future?" The ordinary people within the city wall, the desperate victims of disaster, and the supplicants watched the man in front of them.

The uneasiness in the mirror a few minutes ago has disappeared, and in front of those knights and the people, a legend has emerged.

He is the foolish justice, the protector of the weak, and the crusader of evil.

The great knight walked slowly up the tower of the city wall, his eyes surveying the surroundings.

Behind him were the people he protected, and ahead of him was an endless army.

"I, swear to fight for the weak."

This man who had never been defeated, never hesitated, and never retreated raised his right hand again.

"I did it. One hundred and twenty-seven years and countless battlefields later, I did it."

His gaze turned towards the north, where his former country was.

"My faith makes me fight for the law and to protect order."

"I did that, too."

On the man's sword, there is a scorching light. It is the light of faith, the power of oath, the power of protection, but not the light of faith!
"But now, my faith requires me to slaughter the weak. Ugh, bah!"

Under the gazes of countless people, the old knight spat at the holy emblem of the scales, at the god to whom he had declared his allegiance.

The legions besieging the city, and the flags standing in front of the old knight, were all the familiar scales.

"Friends, brothers, we once believed in her. But now..."

Quiet words are the most profane words.

"Our beliefs conflict with the most basic morality and justice. What's the point of such a bastard belief?"

The great villain uttered wild words that defied the gods.

In full view of everyone, the Holy Book of Dharma tied around his waist was torn to pieces.

The torn codes, pages of legal provisions that were once regarded as the embodiment of justice, turned into scraps of paper scattered all over the city walls.

He blasphemed his own faith and his own God.

"Boom!" What's the meaning of the sudden thunder and the god's rage?
The war drums have sounded and the war songs have been sung.

This is the familiar smell of the battlefield, but this time the target of the crusade is...
"Our enemies are the gods! The evil god who created this tragedy, the tyrannical god of law, the Lord of the Scales, and the corrupt theocracy that has caused countless tragedies!"

The long sword in the left hand and the battle flag in the right hand were both pointed towards the northern sky without hesitation.

"We are the righteous. Justice is not based on corrupt legal codes, it is always in our hearts!"

"Go to war."

The city gates were opened, and the last cavalry, led by the sworn knights, launched a charge for the weak against the infinite army.

Is there a chance of victory? How could there be? Most of our paladins have lost their divine favor and power, and only a very small number of sworn knights still retain their holy power.

On the other side, there is a legion at least ten times larger, a country with countless logistical supplies, and even a true God.

That is destined to be a war that cannot be won.

Blood continued to flow, and most of the rebels had lost their holy power. The Oath Knights, who retained their strength through their oaths, faced colleagues who outnumbered them a thousand times.

That was a rebellion doomed to fail.

"I have no regrets, I only regret not realizing it sooner"

The most powerful Oath Knight of this era eventually fell on the sand dunes.

He smiled miserably, but it was never for himself.

There were countless corpses all around him and no one behind him. The fully armed Knights of the Great Judgment blocked all his escape routes.

He knew that there was no way out. At least half of them were strong people he knew or even brought with him. They were the most powerful fighting force in the entire cult.

For him, the swaying cult gave up all other fronts.

But they also looked at the end of their colleague, mentor, senior, and master with complicated expressions. This was the end of the man who never gave in.

The old knight with broken arms and legs was weakly supported on the ground, and the broken sword inserted into the earth still had the purest brilliance.

That is the purest holy light.

It is his oath with the weak.

He proved that he had not betrayed his inner justice.

Even if he had betrayed his gods and faith, even if he had borne countless arrows, even if he was already the number one villain.

"Big villain."

"Why betray? The gods have already favored you enough."

"She gave you strength and a stable life."

“Law brings order, and order brings justice.”

Facing his former colleagues who were gradually approaching and their doubts, the old knight smiled.

"The law represents justice? Who said that? Which bitch goddess?!"

Even though the only thing that can move is his mouth, the old knight is still the most dangerous villain.

"Who stipulated that farmers must hand over 90% of their income, even in this year of widespread famine?"

"Who stipulated that even if the seven most cruel crimes were committed, the nobles of the religious clans could not be judged?"

"Who was it that suppressed the people's resistance countless times, forcing them to hand over their meager wealth in the name of healing disasters and atonement?"

"Who is it that makes the children of the untouchables remain untouchables, while the children of the nobles remain nobles forever? Who is it! Do you dare to tell me!?"

The desperate roar made the surrounding Knights of Judgment stop in their tracks.

"Ask your hearts, is all this just? What kind of justice is this?!" In fact, how could all the Knights of Judgment not know that all of this is in the code.

“Laws are tools of the rulers. If the rulers do evil, then the laws are the most evil.”

Then the old man laughed.

"I think you've become stupid from studying law, and have lost your humanity? Look at me, idiots!"

The old man tapped his chest.

"Justice is never above the law; it is always in our hearts. In the days to come, ask your hearts."

"enough!"

The sudden roar and the flames that followed ignited everything.

This golden flame exceeded the strength of mortals from the very beginning. The old man smiled happily in the divine flame.

He raised the broken sword again.

He looked upwards at the incarnation of God who was finally forced to descend to the earth.

She is beautiful and holy, without a trace of worldly touch. She closes her eyes as if she can't bear to see the sorrow of the world.

But if I can’t see it, does that mean it’s really not there?
"Ha, that evil is worth fighting."

The long-awaited blow finally found its target.

The old knight suddenly stepped up, and the most dazzling and pure light appeared on his only arm.

When all the light focuses on one point, it is still that familiar roar!

"Destroy evil!"

This was a roar that had been repeated countless times, a slash against evil countless times like before, a slash that risked life and will.

The knife turned into light, tearing the atmosphere and the sky apart.

"Boom!"

In the flames of the gods, the old knight who was laughing wildly gradually turned into ashes.

But he still smiled.

Just like he said, he never regrets.

But when the smoke cleared, all the Judgment Knights present looked at the scene in shock. The incarnation of God, which was supposed to be perfect, also had cracks on it.

Drops of blood oozed from the wound on the holy cheek. The spider-web-like wound made the beautiful face look like a shattered mask and a mannequin, which was creepy.

"It turns out that it is also red." The old knight's murmur still echoes in this world.

God, whom the old knight considered evil, could also bleed.

So, is it possible that she will perish?
A mortal may eventually die, but his will and his thoughts will not end there.

However, that is not something that the dead heroic souls can bear.

His story, his life, ends here.

The dream gradually shattered, and a low voice was telling its own ending.

"This is the story of a fool, the end of a foolish idiot. Oh, he was so useless, he didn't even have the power to destroy a god's clone. In the end, he still didn't fulfill his oath to protect the weak."

The person involved appeared in front of Li En. He was also Li Ensu. He smiled and told the other Li Ensu about his end and powerlessness.

"Foolish justice? At least, that's a pretty accurate assessment."

The projection of memory does not end there.

The knights and legions had already left, and the incarnation of the god had returned to heaven after a hysterical outburst.

In that wasteland, where the knight's ashes and the god's blood are mixed, an ancient book floats.

It seems to be recording something.

Rean was very familiar with this book; it was hanging around his waist!

Rean originally thought that everything would end here, but suddenly the book changed again.

Countless shadows appeared on its open cover, and the entire book suddenly expanded.

A misshapen mass of flesh? A beast desperately trying to escape? The afterimage of a historical hero? At that moment, it seemed to be enjoying some delicious food.

Finally, when everything calmed down, it seemed that nothing had changed.
The book disappeared again.

"Now, do you know why I hate Li Ensu?"

Li En shook his head. The amount of information was too much and he was still a little dizzy.

However, what he saw was the figure of the knight becoming more and more illusory.

His time is almost up.

Rean's intuition told him that the heroic spirit before him was not the real body, but just a recorded soul fragment, a lost memory.

The real Lee Eun-su? Perhaps he's already in the next period of time, or in his next life, or perhaps, in the mirror.
"Will we have a chance to meet again in the future?" Li En asked subconsciously in a daze. He still had so many things he wanted to know, but he already knew the answer in his heart.

"Maybe, but not in the way you understand." The cunning man was still vague in his words, but it was a farewell statement.

"Is there anything I can do?"

"You'll know." He still had that evil smile, but after thinking about it, he shook his head.

"Since I'm here to instruct you, it wouldn't be good for a senior like me to not teach you anything." The middle-aged Paladin's appearance showed fatigue that was hard to conceal, and the heroic spirit that had been stimulated had gradually come to an end.

"Do you feel the endless darkness, do you feel your feet are bound, do you feel the oppression from all sides?"

"NO, I have not."

"Adjectives, adjectives, the pressure of society, the darkness around you, do you really not have any?"

Rean thought of the dwarf musket pressed against his forehead, of Will who died with his eyes open, and of this painful world, and he fell silent.

"All I can teach you is to remember this darkness, this oppression, be patient, and suppress your anger until the time comes."

The extremely extreme Paladin actually said something not so extreme.

".When there is no retreat, when there is no escape."

"Swing your sword."

The sword light that tore through the sky, the sword that wounded the gods, was still before him.

"Can I do it?"

"Yes, after all."

The middle-aged man in the shadow waved his hand, like a traveler about to go on a long journey.

".I am Lee Eunsu, and you are also Lee Eunsu."

[The first phase of the training mode has ended. Please start the second phase as soon as possible, the inheritance of the heroic spirit.]

[The soul ability. Thousand-Faced Dragon has been activated.]

Listen, the infinitely reincarnated dragons and snakes whisper through the ages.

Lies are His newborn scales, covering the infinite dragon's infinite body one by one.

【It can be the worst immortal or the most pious saint.】

【The history of mortals is but the sand flowing between its claws.】

The hero's epic is the tragicomedy that lulls him to sleep.

Don't wake it unless you want to see the world burn.

[Or, you also long for a new life from the ashes of ruins]

(End of this chapter)