He Became The Most Insane Emperor Of All Time [EN]: Chapter 111

Became the Greatest Crazy Emperor – Episode 111

Became the Greatest Crazy Emperor 111

“Hurry! We need to get out of here!”

“Hah, hah…”

Two tribesmen were sprinting across the blizzard-swept snowfield.

With visibility obscured by the blizzard, they were fleeing as if pursued by something.

-Grrrrrrr…

“Ah, ah… It’s here! Ugh!”

“Yarga!”

Indeed, the hellhound chasing them, breaking through the blizzard, overtook the lagging youth.

“Uwooooo!”

Crack!

-Clang!

The middle-aged tracker ahead struck the hellhound attacking his son with an axe.

Driven by the determination to protect his son, he unleashed superhuman strength, splitting its head in half in one blow.

“Get up now!”

“Fath, Father…”

-Grrrrrr…

-The spy fled that way! Chase him!

But soon, pursuers were closing in again.

No matter how hard the two struggled, it seemed there was no way to shake them off.

“Son, go on ahead. I’ll buy you some time.”

“No! Let’s, let’s fight together.”

“Foolish boy!”

Slap!

In his urgency, the tracker father slapped his son’s cheek.

“If we both die, who will report what we found?”

“But…”

“I won’t say it twice. Go now. Go!”

The father spoke harshly, but the son knew that it was to save him. With tears in his eyes, he moved forward.

“Come! Bayar of the Wolf Paw Tribe is here!”

The blizzard swallowed the father’s roar in an instant.

Leaving the echoes behind, the son ran and ran, mindlessly.

Was his father’s sacrifice not in vain? Even after walking through the blizzard for a long time, there were no pursuers.

But now, the cold was killing him.

He had left behind his cold-weather gear in his hasty escape.

“Hah, hah…”

Thud-

Eventually, the son collapsed as well.

And by a twist of fate, or perhaps the end of divine protection…

“There he is! The escaped spy!”

-Woof! Woof!

The pursuers chasing him were also closing in.

“It’s over…”

But he was now exhausted, and instead of fleeing, he resigned himself.

He wasn’t afraid of death.

He only regretted not informing his allies of the location he had discovered, not fulfilling his father’s wishes.

-Grooooooowl!

Thud!

“…?”

But even though he had resigned himself, his death did not come.

Rather, he only felt the presence of the hound, which had been rushing to tear him apart, being killed by something.

He carefully turned his head.

“Wh, who…?”

“Are you the one sent by Harsgaard?”

“Yes? Y, yes… Th, that’s right.”

Black armor.

Contrasting with it, a silver holy sword and wings of light.

And silver hair fluttering in the wind.

His face was revealed, not wearing a helmet, and he looked as beautiful as a sculpture.

“Did you find it? The resting place of Kalibal?”

“I… I found it.”

The tracker youth choked up as he answered the question.

The fact he had learned through his father’s death, the location of the buried ruins of legend.

He felt an indescribable sadness as he conveyed it.

“Well done, Imperial citizen.”

“Hic…”

And when he heard his answer, his voice, his one word of ‘well done,’ was incredibly comforting and reassuring.

Even though he called himself an Imperial citizen, not a Northerner, which was uncommon in the North, he felt a surge of courage in his heart.

-Grrrr!

“There they are! Capture them!”

“Th, those are… the pursuers…”

The pursuers were approaching.

Dozens of demons were swarming two people.

However, the one who came to save the youth showed no signs of panic.

“Wait a moment. Let’s deal with these guys first.”

Clang-

The silver-haired man pointed his holy sword at them.

Flash!

And in an instant, a flash of light.

Not just once, but flashes burst out in succession as if light was dancing, and the tracker youth was temporarily blinded.

“Ah…!”

And after a while, when he opened his eyes again.

Before him lay the remains of enemies, all chopped up and dead.

“Good, it’s over. Why don’t you get up now?”

While he was stunned by the overwhelming sight, the silver-haired man was offering his hand.

“Th, thank you.”

“If you’re thankful, would you tell me what you found first? Where was Kalibal sleeping?”

At the man’s question, the youth nodded, looking very nervous.

“Isborg. It was Isborg. The city of legend… Kalibal was sleeping there.”

Fate was calling him back there, across 3,000 years.

* * *

“What they were looking for was Isborg. It’s a coincidental matter for us.”

“I see. Were the demons interfering in the Northern war from the beginning, aiming for that place?”

As I said that among the executives, the Magic Lord chimed in.

“Of course, they must have intended to damage the Empire as well. However, judging by the fact that they abandoned Harsgaard, it seems that finding Kalibal was their priority.”

“To be precise, it’s Kalibal’s power… or soul.”

I nodded at Igrid’s words.

Unless the demons had a separate interest in Isborg.

Then Hector Duke asked this time.

“Isborg… Was there something special about that city?”

“No. That city is just a city that was destroyed 3,000 years ago. I don’t know why Kalibal was sleeping there, but…”

There would be nothing in that city.

Originally, there would have been Frost Flame, but the flame I saw 3,000 years ago was destined to go out soon.

If that wasn’t the case, Isborg wouldn’t have been destroyed.

“Kalibal is a mythical being among Northerners, Your Majesty. I don’t think such a person would have made that place his resting place and sealed himself there for no reason.”

As Hildegard supplemented, there was definitely that aspect.

However, there was no clue about it.

Even those who knew Kalibal’s actions well as Northerners couldn’t directly associate anything.

Rather, the things Igrid and I experienced in the Secret Labyrinth were newer information.

“What’s important right now isn’t that. It’s the fact that demons are stationed there and plotting something.”

“Also, with Harsgaard kidnapped.”

“That’s right.”

The reason why Harsgaard was needed was written to some extent in the previously seized document.

“It said that a Northerner with pure passion and strong power must challenge Kalibal, fight, and win.”

“But Kalibal seems to have rejected that.”

“Hmm. Then he said to ask them to stop the demons if he failed. How brazen.”

And at the same time, it was a pity.

If he had just spoken honestly, if we could have agreed.

Rather, it was only after he was captured and the demons’ betrayal was revealed that the Northerners could unite.

The rebel faction that followed Harsgaard joined, crying out for his revenge.

Igrid’s and the Northern Duke’s authority minimized the noise.

Of course, it was decided to discuss later whether to remain in the Empire or not, but it seemed that they would probably go in the direction of increasing autonomy.

“The problem is that intelligence is coming in that the demons’ forces are increasing.”

“They’re steadily increasing through the dimensional gate.”

Dimensional gate technology.

That technology, which is also used to create dungeons and portals, cannot keep up with the demons’ technology.

To be precise, they are excessively superior in the dimensional gate part compared to the magic that humans have.

Anyway, it seemed like an unfair game to see them easily increase their forces to this place using the dimensional gate, which is difficult to advance.

“Fortunately, there will be a limit to the forces they can use.”

“There is a limit to the forces that can be transported through the dimensional gate, and even if that’s not the case, they can’t have infinite forces.”

That was true.

But that didn’t change the fact that our forces were inferior.

Even if they confronted the army using the Empire Soul, they would never be fools who would be caught off guard like the Spirit King.

Even though the rebel faction joined, there were still not enough troops…

“Your Majesty! Good news!”

It was at that moment.

“Reinforcements from the Western Territory Patrol Knights have arrived!”

“At the same time, the Imperial Guard and the Imperial Central Army have arrived!”

The reinforcements we had been waiting for had come.

* * *

“Commander Banhorn of the Knights, and Commander Wolfman of the Guard. Both of you came just in time.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty. But… I heard that the civil war is already over. Are we late?”

I shook my head at the Guard Commander’s question.

“Now is the time to fight the demons.”

“As soon as the civil war ends, there is a struggle with other races. There is no day of peace in the Empire.”

“Well, there’s a saying that life is a continuous struggle.”

Just like people’s lives, so is the Empire.

“By the way, Your Majesty, among those who came from the West… there are some who are a bit heterogeneous [different]. Starting with the one called Commander Banhorn…”

“Ah, you mean the Legion.”

“Are they… Legion soldiers?”

“Rather than Legion soldiers, should I call them Legion Knights? I’ll explain in detail later. Come to think of it, I was wondering if I should apply it to the Guard as well.”

Among the Ranger reinforcements from the Western Territory were the ‘Emperor’s Legions’ that I had created.

100 Legions.

Each and every one of them is a ‘human who is the Empire itself’ like me, and from a human’s point of view, they all had an inorganic impression.

Somewhat lacking in humanity, that kind of appearance.

Of course, it’s not that they have no humanity at all, but they are people who have had a significant portion of their humanity removed and made to serve the Empire, so it’s not strange to feel uncomfortable.

I myself am hesitant about whether to mass-produce them or not.

-Woof! Woof!

“Oh, it’s Silver!”

-Keheheheng! Keheng! Gyawoong!

At that time, Silver, who had grown larger than an ox, was running over.

Silver, who had grown enough to be ridden by a person, ran like the wind as soon as he saw me.

Not only Silver came, but there were also many wolf riders riding giant wasteland wolves tamed using goblins among the Western Territory reinforcements.

“They ride wolves.”

“Amazing, really. It’s hard to get rid of the ferocity of wolves.”

“I heard they tamed them by enslaving goblins?”

“Really? Amazing.”

It was a strange sight for the Northerners, who had many snow wolves but couldn’t ride them.

Moreover, the giant wolves were resistant to the cold thanks to their thick fur, making them suitable for the Northern climate.

“Anyway, now that we have enough troops, we should attack the demons as soon as possible. Can you do it?”

“Your Majesty’s army is always ready to answer the call of Your Majesty and the Empire.”

The Guard Commander answered as the representative of everyone.

Satisfied with those words, I nodded and drew my holy sword, holding it high.

“Then let us all become one and defeat the enemies of the Empire. For the North, for the Empire!”

The time for counterattack has come.