Duke’s Quadruplets Are All Overpowered Chapter 106

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The object wrapped in cloth was the head of a vampire.

Dozens of heads. The hair became tangled and looked as if it had been caught in a fisherman’s net.

The vampire’s head was bleeding profusely as if it had just been killed. The hunters and I realized it too. That wasn’t killed with a ‘silver sword’. The appearance of the torn neck and broken bones revealed a horrifying truth. It was ripped off. This is a wound where the head and neck were torn off by hand, as if twisting the neck of a raw chicken. The sword master’s energy was pure. It was pure anger filled with nothing but hatred, without any other emotions mixed in. I was amazed that such a person existed. Is this what a psychopath feels like?

“These are the vampires we killed from the Northern Giant’s Wall all the way down to the Great Jungle. “Most of them are babies who have been transformed for less than a year.”

The master of the silver sword did not care at all about other people’s reactions. He continued speaking in a loud voice while the Kosan hunters disposed of the vampire’s head.

“Why? A guy who can transform humans into vampires, why hasn’t he increased the number of his kind until now? The predecessor said that it was because as the number of vampires increased, their power weakened. I was sure not from the beginning. Look! Finally, the four months we had feared happened. He doesn’t hesitate anymore. “If we don’t kill him right now, the kingdom will become a country of vampires in a few years.”

There was power in his booming voice.

The Kosan people focused on Geomju’s words with stern faces.

“But right now, there are more urgent matters than vampires. The leader of the werewolves was born. In some cases, it may be more dangerous. Now that I know the hunting location, the vanguard and elite hunting group follow me. Departure is at noon. “Get ready.”

He skillfully ordered the hunters. As soon as he finished speaking, people moved around busily. Before I knew it, only the vanguard, swordsman, and I were left around. The leader and swordsman have a conversation. About what happened yesterday. They never said they lost. Anyway, I said I lost. However, the Geomju noticed the depressed state of the leader and laughed like a child.

“You lost, you guys.”

And he spoke to me with an innocent expression.

“Confucius! Nice to meet you. I want to give you a big hug, but before that, I need to sort out the situation. First, tell us honestly why you are helping us.”

I answered casually.

“I want to kill the devil and steal the silver sword along with it.”

“You’re talking nonsense!”

The vanguard was furious, but when I glared at him, he averted his gaze.

The master of the silver sword was not surprised. He approached me with an interested look on his face. He got close enough to shake hands. He looks better up close. I was able to get a glimpse of the power of Ushas from him as he radiated bright light.

“I am a woodcutter from Velten whose name is Thiago. I was an insignificant woodcutter, but after my sister was killed by the devil, I took revenge, and before I knew it, I had a silver sword in my hand. I always thought this sword wasn’t mine. But you can’t just give it to someone you see for the first time, right? Won’t you teach me a lesson too?”

I made eye contact with him. The eyes are straight. His words are sincere.

“As the old man, please teach me a lesson.”

Geomju answered with a shy smile.

“haha. I’m an old man, but I’m not old enough to be called that yet… … . Anyway, thank you. You’re saving face. “Then, I will attack you with all my heart.”

Ho Seung-sim.

Lanista is so overpowered.

Duke Solgar is a snake bastard. He is a person who regards power as a means.

But the author is different. Instead of hiding his power, he radiates energy as if to provoke me.

Ugh-!

The extra silver swords piled up at the entrance of the village suddenly started crying at the same time. The hunters who had gone to work gathered again. The silver swords on their belts also vibrated violently. The silver swords seemed to applaud, like spectators delighted by the escalating fight.

He pulled out the ‘hand handle’ that was hanging around his waist.

There is no blade. It was a sword with only the hilt left.

But as soon as he held the handle in his hand, a straight silver blade appeared.

The silver sword was nothing more than a hilt.

The blade was him.

“It’s a nice sword.”

I couldn’t help but exclaim as I looked at the silver sword, which had a longer body than a long sword and a sharp blade. Even countries that did not have deep knowledge of weapons could understand it at once. The famous sword in mythology probably refers to a sword like that. It was a sword that used the power of its owner as a blade to radiate anticipation. I didn’t pay any attention to it before seeing it in person, but seeing it with my own eyes made me greedy.

He was the silver sword, and the silver sword was him.

I felt a chill and quickly increased my strength.

This is the level of mastery.

Someone you have to risk death if you deal with them.

The more his sword shined, the more impatient I felt.

Daa!

The stage of a wedding fairy tale was unfolded.

As he accepted Dalbi’s power, a blue cloak appeared from his shoulders and fluttered.

I was no longer impatient. I lifted the sword leisurely. I looked forward to the fierce battle to come. Is there enlightenment? Actually, I don’t care about that at all. Just being able to fight the master’s swordsman was so enjoyable that my cheeks trembled.

He took a stance.

A sword held high above the shoulder with both hands holding the hilt.

Although his posture was rough, the energy he exuded was truly that of a leader in both worlds.

The power to cut down even mountains.

In response, I dropped my sword down. The tip of the sword stuck in the ground. It was one of the strongest sword techniques I could perform, with a swift sword that soared like an ascending dragon. A battle of strength against strength, the winner is a final decision.

Just before clashing swords.

In the midst of the tense tension, the only sound that could be heard was the onlookers swallowing their saliva.

“I lost.”

He put down his sword. The bright light also went out. His momentum was completely gone.

“What are you doing? “You’re saying you’re going to attack me with all your might?”

I immediately shouted in an annoyed voice. I feel dizzy. I poured cold water on my agitated muscles and my pounding heart. I was angry at the meaningless ending, but he responded calmly.

“haha. They say you gave birth to a god! I thought it was a wild rumor, but it wasn’t a lie. There is no need to fight when you know the outcome. I lost. Do you want a sword? “Take it.”

I observed him with sharp eyes to see if he had any plans. But his eyes were pure, and his emotions were pure white. Cheonan Tong cannot be fooled. He didn’t lie. When he held the sword back, his blade disappeared. The action of handing me the handle of the silver sword was calm. There was no hesitation in handing over the clan’s treasured sword and powerful weapon.

Geomju looked at me hesitating and shouted loudly.

“In return, you will be burdened with enormous obligations.”

“… duty?”

“The silver cross sword has been a symbol of anger and resistance for hundreds of years. Handing over this sword means entrusting the fate of Kosan to Confucius. There is only one thing I wish for. Killing the blood demon. “It doesn’t have to be me.”

The vanguards were shocked and tried to dissuade him, but the sword master’s resolve was sincere.

“Confucius would be able to kill the devil.”

“… Anyway, are you giving me the family treasure on your first meeting? “Are you serious?”

Geomju replied with a chuckle.

“Of course my stomach hurts. I don’t want to hand it over. But the sword chose you, so what can you do?”

The sword lord stared at his sword with a mischievous expression.

Then he clicked his tongue and threw the sword on the floor as if he was disapproving.

“He was a guy who didn’t like me in the first place. Do you know? The Silver Cross Sword is not just a sword. The sword chooses its owner. When I was about to confront Confucius, this impudent sword stopped me, even though it could not summon its strength. Rather, it seemed like he wanted to go to Confucius.”

The sword master’s words and actions treated the sword as a piece of junk, but his expression was clear of regret.

“I only held it because there was no one suitable until now. Would you trust and wield a sword that treats me as a scabbard? This guy has only one purpose. The annihilation of the blood demon. But for the past few years, I haven’t been able to grant his wish. The same goes for the Sentai Sword Masters. For hundreds of years, no one has made his wish come true. So it’s understandable that he hates the guy who wants to be Confucius’ sword. He’s saying there’s no more hope for Kosan. And, he thinks that if he were Confucius he would be able to kill the devil. haha. What can you do? The sword is leaving, but how can the sheath stop it?”

He was definitely beyond common sense.

After hesitating, I grabbed the handle of the silver sword that was discarded on the floor.

At that moment, I realized.

This sword.

“It won’t be an easy decision.”

he shouted.

“If only I could kill him, what wouldn’t I be able to do?”

I looked down at the silver sword in my hand.

The energy felt from the sword.

pure light.

Nothing mixes together.

But so ominous.

Same as Ushas.

“Our intentions are the same. so.”

I handed the silver sword back to the sword lord.

“Please hold on to me until the time comes.”

“Huh, even Confucius treats me like a sword. Good. “I am willing to do so.”

It is a sword that cannot be handled yet.

Unless I’m sure some mysterious force won’t harm me.

Unless the moment comes when you have to risk the ominousness and use it.

I tried not to hold the silver sword in my hand.

* * *

The rumor that the silver sword had changed hands spread among hunters. The atmosphere became noisy, but Geomju was actually carefree. I had a meal with him to talk to him. He piled up the meat and ate it until noon. How a man called Thiago went from a woodcutter to a swordsman with a silver sword, and how I went from being a hermit to being called the Pillar of Dawn.

There was a lot of trivial talk going on.

“Do you know Ushas?”

The most curious questions were left for last.

When it was noon and we were rushing to leave, I asked him a question.

When I asked the question vaguely, Thiago shook his head, munching on his mouth full of meat.

I asked the question again.

“She is the saint of Ajibika and is called the embodiment of the dawn.”

“Oh oh. Yes, of course I know. “Aren’t you Confucius’ sister?”

“They call it that too.”

“haha. Then what else can I call you? It’s famous. She is a true saint in a religious world full of fraudsters. But why do you ask that?”

“Have you ever met him?”

“I’ve seen you a few times from afar, but we don’t know each other.”

“Recall all your memories from long ago. Even something trivial is okay. Meeting a woman with wings, encountering a witch with white bones, or something equally mysterious and disgusting… … .”

“I have seen countless disgusting things, but I have not seen the things Confucius said. Hmm, Confucius’ attitude is strange. It seemed like fear was something that was left in the womb from birth, but now it looks very nervous. “Is it related to a saint?”

“… Similar. This is the ‘power’ felt from the sword master and the silver sword. “It is very similar to the power of a saint.”

Thiago was thinking deeply about something and only after he had passed all the meat in his mouth down his throat did he continue speaking.

“The powers of the silver sword and the saintess of Ajivika are similar? Hmm, that makes sense. “If the princess really inherited the power of the three gods of Ajivika.”

“The power of Ajivika? What does Ajibikaism have to do with the silver sword?”

“It’s because of the origin of the silver sword. In fact, the Silver Cross Sword and the Kosan clan are not related at all. “You know that the Kosan are a family of priests from the jungle.”

“I heard that it worships the sun and the moon.”

“exactly. When many people still lived in the great jungle, they all worshiped the sun and the moon. Kosan was a priest with great power. Hundreds of years ago, Ajibika was the most powerful religion in the world. However, unlike ‘now’, back then, the existence of all gods was acknowledged and respected, even if the gods served were different. I heard that he also presented us with a sword with a ‘Silver Cross’ as a sign of respect. In other words, the sword of the Silver Cross is actually Ajibika’s treasure, so strictly speaking, Ajibika is the source of this mysterious power.”

“… okay.”

“Your complexion is bad. Are you okay, Confucius?”

“it’s okay. Take a moment, wash your face… … .”

I stood up.

And then I ran into the bedroom instead of the sink.

I pulled up the blanket, lay down on the bed, and buried my face in the pillow.

It sent shivers down my spine.

Let’s think about it.

So, Ajivika’s power was inherited by Ushas?

Probably not.

Ushas’s power is a power that has been passed down from his previous life.

In her past life, she was a rare witch, the greatest enemy of humanity who divided humanity.

Its power resembles a silver sword, and the root of the silver sword lies in Ajivika.

What exactly is Ushas?

I lied and said I was a wizard from Cantapia.

Ushas said he was an angel.

Wasn’t it a lie from the beginning?

Or maybe he lowered his existence.

Daa?

I thought as I looked at Dalby who was worried.

There is also a moon god.

Are there no other gods?

fantasy,