Chapter 461 – Transformation.
Kurreung-!
A huge thunderbolt strikes from the blackened dark clouds.
thud-! thump-!
It was not just one lightning bolt that made me feel numb just by looking at it, but several times in a row.
Every time lightning strikes the ground, trees and rocks are shattered, often devastating the surroundings.
The dry, twisted trees of Sacheon were ablaze with the recoil of lightning.
In such a chaotic situation, the old man continued to swing his sword.
Hiss hiss-!
The sword continuously flies into the air.
It was so fast that ordinary people couldn’t even check its movements.
Countless slashes were pouring out in seconds, and at the same time, countless thunderbolts were also pouring down.
Kurung-! Kurrureung-!
The burnt smell is thick. It was a stench as the flesh was deeply burnt.
Even feeling it, the old man does not stop.
Like that, the flashes continued to rain down after that.
By the time the old man stopped the sword, only blackened lungs remained.
…
The last Namgung Cheonjon, the master of the thunderbolt, swallowed a slightly tired expression and drew his sword.
Continuing to pour lightning into only one place, it felt like that much bet had been reduced to some extent.
Taking a breath, the Cheonjon gazes at a certain place.
There was a place that stood out in the blackened world.
A place where the ground was melting and boiling, and the aftermath of the brainstorm was still lingering.
Beyond the smoke that filled all directions, Cheonjon glared with a frown on his face.
As I stared at it for a while, I could feel the presence of wriggling in the smoke.
Tsk.
Cheonjon confirmed this and clicked his tongue briefly. At the same time, he swung his sword briefly.
Whoops-!
Wind pressure surges according to the swinging sword.
It was to clear the smoke.
The smoke is blown away by the wind created by the Heavenly Son. The surface that was covered is revealed.
Something is sitting on the melting and seething ground.
I could see the body that would be charred like the ground and the flames burning on it.
‘still.’
The blue flame still hasn’t gone out.
Watching ‘that’ breathing heavily with his body drooping as if he had lost his mind, the Celestial Zone frowned.
In addition, I had to express my dislike.
what the heck is that
‘It’s strange.’
No matter how I looked at it, I couldn’t understand it.
Cut off your arms and cut off your legs. Even though I was struck by lightning and suffered all sorts of things.
The body that Cheonjon saw now was perfectly fine.
It’s because it plays casually.
After being cut again and again, his body returns to its original state.
How could that be?
‘What is it?’
It was ambiguous to call it a monster, and impossible to call it a human.
I tried hard to figure out the identity. Even that failed.
weird and weird
That was the way Cheonjon looked at him.
How can you survive being struck by lightning like that? He’s such a tough guy.
but.
sereung.
The Celestial Son thought while vibrating the tip of his sword.
No matter how much you cut it, it plays endlessly, so even though it seems there is no answer. Cheonjon realizes that he has a weakness.
While receiving all other attacks, there was a part he particularly avoided and tried to protect,
‘neck.’
it’s the neck
The gnome wrapped around his neck in battle to protect it.
Looking at that, the weak point must be the neck.
also.
The guy’s left chest was pierced and empty.
That’s probably the trace of Cheonjon stabbing his heart.
I don’t know why it stays like that.
Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
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The heavenly zone changed its movement at the sound that pierced his ears.
come.
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Kyaaaaaa-!
The one who was out of breath roared wildly and lunged at Cheonjon again.
still fast
The blue flames spewing out from the back split the end and then split into four directions, pressing the Cheonjon.
Seeing that, Chen Zhen frowned.
Just looking at it made one shoulder throb.
‘That flame is the problem.’
The wound from the previous one was still numb.
It’s not just numbness.
Right after being hit on the shoulder, his arm didn’t move as if he was paralyzed.
Even if you try to solve it with a bet or use it to move. It was as hard as stone.
Doesn’t come loose.
What kind of English is this?
Whoops-!
A flame brushes the Cheonjon’s side.
It brushed just a little bit, but Chen Zhen immediately felt his body become heavy.
I felt it and clicked my tongue.
‘It’s annoying.’
In the first place, it was impossible for him to be brushed by such an attack.
There must be something wrong with that flame.
sticky.
Feeling the pain on my shoulder, I distorted my expression.
I guess this was the biggest problem.
Drip….
Blood flows from the shoulder and drips down to the fingertips.
I tried to stop the bleeding somehow using a bet, but it didn’t work.
this guy.
Keying.
It raises the splendid sword steel and raises the fighting spirit.
It’s really pitiful to see myself struggling against a guy like that.
What would Wihyo say if he saw it? It was obvious that he would have laughed.
What would he have said if he had seen it?
Did you look pathetic?
Dudeuk.
Key Yiing-!
The name of the sword resonates ceaselessly from the sword of the Heavenly Father.
Krrrrr…!
The offensive continues with cries.
I didn’t stop moving as if I wasn’t tired.
Kang-!
It was too harsh to say that the fingertips and the sword collided.
Cheonjon repels the attack. The boy took a slight step back. Swing the sword without missing the time.
Slow-!
Kyaaaaagh!
His wrists were cut off and he let out a scream.
I fixed the handle. The moment I was about to cut through my chest.
Fire-!
…!
I see sparks gathering in his gaping mouth.
Cheonjon sees it and moves his body in a hurry. The moment I turned and opened the distance.
Quaaaaaa-!
The flames that spewed from its mouth covered the place where the Cheonjon used to be.
It’s a huge opening.
‘This is true.’
Seeing the heat filling the air, Cheonjon raised the corners of his mouth.
I was sure
that’s a monster It is impossible to do this unless you are a monster.
‘A monster wearing a human mask?’
Even when Cheonjon first attacked the red monster, it wasn’t as difficult as it was.
It would have been enough to just pour in a bet, but this guy did more than that.
It’s hard to see it as a human when you see a body that is constantly regenerating or an enormous firearm.
Wouldn’t it be more correct to see it as a new type or grade of monster?
A hundred-grade monster that was only told in legends.
If he appeared, wouldn’t it be like this? Tianjon thought so in his heart.
If that’s not the case, then you shouldn’t be struggling like this.
Clearly it had to be.
Kyaaa!
A roar is heard.
Cheonjon lowers his sword diagonally.
Kurreung-!
A bolt of lightning struck from the air, tying him to his feet.
Kroaaa!
He was struck by lightning, his body burned, and he screamed.
Correspondingly, Cheonjon examines him. He even briefly nods his head.
That was enough.
sereung.
The prayer of the Cheonjon changes according to the correct posture.
and.
A sword rose sharply in his mind.
no it’s not sharp It is because it has become dull and worn out as much as it gets caught in the heart.
That’s enough for now.
No matter how slow his movements were and how little he bet.
The Heavenly Son did not even think of the possibility of defeat.
I just wanted to know something about a guy I didn’t know until now.
Kyaaaaa!
In the gap where he roared loudly as he struggled against the thunderbolt.
The Cheonjon’s sword blade and body are placed in a straight line. This sword is not in the realm of betting and realization.
It was only a realm of enlightenment as a swordsman.
A sword that contains the realizations of an old man who has been practicing swords as a genius of the century all his life.
At best, it was obvious that a small creature wearing a human mask could not handle it.
‘The joke ends here.’
The fact that I had been hurt even once was painful. Cheonjon wanted to forget about it for a while.
Because now wasn’t the time to deal with him.
The last blood relative of Cheonjon lying alone at the base of a tree and closing his eyes.
The old man had some business to do with her.
Kyaaaaa-!!
The Heavenly Son closed his eyes, aiming at the man who was screaming incessantly.
When I close my eyes, a deep darkness comes. In that full darkness, Cheonjon found a ray of light.
see. It was blurred by the Simma, but a ray of light was clearly visible.
A point you can only see with your eyes closed.
The Heavenly Son slowly lowered his sword towards it.
Then, Cheonjon’s arms trembled.
It was all the more so because it was the power to shoot based only on the heart.
coo-!
At that moment, the clouds in the sky are cut in a straight line, and light radiates out.
the sky opens
The light flying through the open sky was like a translucent sword.
A sword with a chipped blade and rust.
It is an awe-inspiring presence just by looking at it.
The light gradually begins to fall toward Goi.
If it hit the ground like this, it was so strong that not only the neck but the entire area around it would disappear.
Cheonjon rather aimed at it.
He thought of a case where the neck was not a weakness, and even considered a way to erase that regenerative power at once.
Immediately after casting martial arts, the Heavenly Son slowly opened his eyes.
After that, I took a breath while watching the light falling in the air.
That’s it.
I was sure
Based on the extreme realization, he used the secret sword of the mind.
Tianjon had only seen two people so far able to withstand this.
One was a swordsman.
Another was the Heavenly Demon.
Without those two, I would never be able to handle this power. Cheonjon was sure.
like that.
Whoops-!
The light that gradually fell from the sky falls exactly on the spot that the Heavenly Father was aiming for.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!
A roar erupts and smoke billows high into the sky.
Shattered fragments littered all sides. The wind pressure bursts and the dry trees tilt as if they were uprooted.
huge shock.
Watching the bursting energy, Cheonjon turned around.
finished. If I had been hit with that level of power, I would never have been able to withstand it.
I had to find the trail, so I’ll have to head over there later.
The Heavenly Son prioritized killing the Demon Swordsman.
Hurry up and kill the child and get peace.
It is a permission given for him.
yes permission
Cheonjon received permission.
Permission to go into Sacheon, kill the young man, and kill the Demon Swordsman…
Stand tall.
Cheonjon, who was moving his steps, suddenly stopped.
Because it felt like my brain was spinning.
‘…to whom?’
Who did you get that permission from? Who the hell did you get permission from?
It seemed like I could remember, but it didn’t come out.
Turn it off…!
The Heavenly Son covered my forehead and sighed. I feel like I’ve forgotten something, but I can’t remember anything.
It’s as if someone intentionally took away some of their memories.
… this is… what the hell.
When Cheonjon was about to express his pain about his ideal.
Sarak.
…!
Cheonjon looked back at the inadvertently felt energy. The old man’s face was filled with astonishment.
‘what…?’
Why do you feel energetic?
The other side is the area where the spirit sword’s morality has fallen. You shouldn’t feel the energy of life.
Wooung-
Cheonjon grabs the sword again.
It was not an illusion.
The energy continues to be felt.
‘Did he survive this?’
Could it be that you have withstood that power? It is impossible.
If he had endured even this, it would be more accurate to call him immortal.
When the Cheonjon frowned and looked over there.
Roaring.
I could feel the fire from before.
Roaring-!
Blue flames rise again in the distance.
Cheonjon made up his mind about what had happened.
It seems that it didn’t work out at all.
‘You’re really annoying.’
When this happens, I really have to burn it with all my might. When you try to catch your heart and gather your energy
… What is life.
…?
What a f*ck.
Unexpected curses erupted from the flames.
I’ll be sick. I even found a place to poop. Now they’re even asking me to wipe it off. That’s why they say they don’t harvest black-headed beasts…
…
The Cheonjon frowns at his rather snobbish tone.
what? what’s the situation now?
Confused, I looked at the owner of the voice.
bruise.
Something walks this way at a slow pace.
It was the person from before.
Was it still alive? So you’re saying that this voice belongs to him?
His appearance was not very different from before.
It was still covered in something black, like a shadow.
If there is a slight difference, it is that the hole in the chest is tied.
To the extent that the flames were not rising enough to cover the body.
Seeing the man trudging along, Cheonjon asked.
… what the hell are you
What the hell is the identity. That’s what makes it look so bizarre.
With such a question in mind, Cheonjon asked for words.
Hearing this, he glanced at Cheonjon, who asked him what to say.
The unapologetic Ssaksu is exactly the same as Myung.
…?
He begins to spit out incomprehensible words.
Whether or not Cheonjon can understand.
In-young just spits out the words in a voice full of laughter.
There is no such thing as a pair of plates.
A blaze of flames rises around him.
Is it an illusion?
The spreading embers somehow resembled flower petals.
