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I don’t know how much time has passed.
I could only infer the approximate time that had passed by seeing pus coming out of the wound on my thigh where I first got it. I don’t know how many times his ribs have been broken already. Nevertheless, the fact that I was able to regenerate and raise my body was solid proof that I had escaped being human. Blood has pooled on the floor. At this point, I don’t know who the ‘dead person’ is.
[Become my disciple.]
The old man waits while my broken bones heal.
He recommended it to me again.
[No, I have nothing to recommend. You are my disciple from now on. You’re too… to die here. It’s a waste. ‘Death’ has not come yet. I will let you go, and you will carry on the name of Venver, the God of Fighting. It doesn’t matter whether he becomes a hero who commands the world or a tyrant that will scare even the devil. Just when everything is over, come back here and die with me… … .]
Benvert was serious, cautious, and sincere.
But I took a deep breath and struck him with a thunderous shout.
“Shut up-!”
I respect him.
but.
The more we fight-
I just realized.
My teacher.
My ‘period’.
“I already have a teacher, and he will be the strongest. “No matter how devoted he is, how could the old man call himself my teacher?”
It was my first time.
After meeting Venver, there was a bloody fight, but he showed his true hatred and anger.
The dead man’s blue skin turned red, and the evil spirit of the fighting spirit spewed out in all directions, cutting into the surroundings.
[You damn bastard! How dare you insult Tusin!]
“I didn’t insult the old man! Facts are just facts! “The old man is nothing compared to ‘my teacher’!”
[W-What kind of food? This guy!]
“Oops, that was harsh. But the facts are the facts!”
[Why, even though you are my disciple, I will make you a jailer of death and torment you for the rest of your life!]
We were screaming loudly.
After that, we fought for a while longer.
Benver picked up the fallen arm and put it on his shoulder.
Now his body was tattered like an old rag doll.
[Polestar.]
He called me by my name.
“Why are you doing that? Lord Venver.”
[I admit it.]
“Now that you’ve come?”
[You are my ‘master’ and ‘friend’, and my student… Did you say you didn’t like it? Hehehe anyway. What I have longed for so long in my life. You are my one and only partner.]
Dalbi, exhausted, melted like a snowman. Sticks out her tongue and gasps. She shouldn’t waste any more time, even for his sake. What moved my body was no longer physical strength, but mental strength. I got up from the pool of blood and faced him, relying only on my sword.
“I also like you, old man.”
It was a situation where they had to kill each other.
Not anger, hatred, or jealousy.
The opposite feeling arose.
I have felt this kind of fight many times before.
Because I got goosebumps-
I ignored it at the time.
Actually, I know my feelings very well.
‘Did he feel the same way?’
* * *
It was a bloody battle of life and death.
I literally gave up my entire life and the life I will live.
A fight over everything.
If it’s short, it’s short, if it’s long, it’s long.
The long fight has finally come to an end.
The winner is-
[Hehe.]
Benver said with a satisfied face.
[Now I finally get to experience it. I see, this… … .]
A split body. Black light leaking out.
He slowly turned to ashes and dispersed.
[You mean defeat? Finally, finally. My life… Finished.]
dump-
He collapsed, his legs missing.
Benver’s body quickly collapsed like a sand castle being swept away by the waves.
I quickly knelt down and laid his fallen body down.
He will never lie down and die.
The old man looked at me and said.
[Now you are the strongest warrior of this era.]
I had to shake my head.
“no. jeon… “Not yet.”
Benver raised his eyes as if he had realized something, then opened his mouth wide and laughed.
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There was no sound of laughter.
[Right. A man like you who believes that he is the strongest without a shadow of a doubt must be so strong that not even I would dare approach him.]
It’s not nice to have your true feelings revealed.
[But you really intend to defeat the ‘master’.]
However, when Benvert saw through my feelings, I felt relieved.
It was something I could never say out of my mouth. It was like shooting the sun with an arrow and I couldn’t believe it myself. However, I was able to answer Benbert’s question without hesitation.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
[Fuha!]
Benvert did his best to get a brief laugh.
This made his body collapse faster, but he didn’t care.
[It’s a shame, it’s a shame. If only I had met you earlier, when I was alive… … .]
His body had completely collapsed, and now only one arm and two eyes were left looking at me. Nevertheless, Benvert persisted and left his body in this world. Are there any regrets left? There’s something holding him back. Reach out your hand to me. I held his hand. Eventually, his body was completely reduced to powder and fluttered about in the bottomless pit where there was not even a breath of wind.
“Goodbye.”
Even those who were called fighters left regrets at the end.
Regret and regret have nothing to do with strength.
okay.
even.
Even ‘they’ probably have regrets about life.
* * *
Patter!
During the fierce fight between me and Benver, the bronze wall that had maintained its shape quickly began to corrode and collapse. When all the dead disappeared after Benber, the bottomless pit finally began to reveal itself. At the same time the bronze wall collapsed, pitch-black water surged like a tidal wave and hit me. My body was instantly submerged in the black water rushing in from all directions. There seemed to be no place to escape.
I thought I was submerged in water, but the sensation was strange. Not only could she breathe, but the feel of it on her skin was uncanny. A feeling of pressure and weight pressing down on the body. It felt like I was crushed by rocks, not water. Soon, a huge door appeared in the ‘sky’. Blue smoke flows out from between the cracks in the door. Even if you think about it, what is beyond is a morgue or a grave.
Sigh-
The door opened slowly.
“… under!”
I snorted.
What is ‘death’?
It’s so scary and scary that I want to stay away from it, but it’s as close as life.
Death expressed by humans is countless.
A skeleton with a scythe, a pale ghost wearing a hat, a crawling snake, ‘Voldemort.’
Each person expresses ‘death’ differently, but they have one thing in common.
It is pale and white.
“It’s corny.”
If you think differently.
All the images of death I think of are probably derived from that.
It was death.
The one from beyond the door.
A blue rider wearing blue armor and riding a pale blue horse.
When I saw the blue knight, I realized it right away.
That is the same but different.
The underground kingdom of Melkaran.
The real culprit who destroyed the ancient kingdom.
The ‘black knight’ who brings an infectious disease.
They are called the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse in the Book of Raziel.
They are one and four.
Also, they are the standard bearers of the apocalypse.
“After the beasts of the earth and the sea, four horsemen shall herald the end… Was it?”
Is he similar to the devil or not?
It is certain that it is a strong being.
Master of Death.
Stronger than the Black Knight of Melkaran.
Heehee-!
A blue horse runs and trots.
Death raised his scythe and tried to take my life.
I am.
Suddenly, I stopped.
I turned my back.
[…] מ۸מו۹ת]
The guy is saying something incomprehensible.
I didn’t care. Ignoring the Blue Knight, I sat down and thought deeply.
Heehee!
Does ‘Death’ also have pride?
The Blue Knight made his presence known by circling around me, who was ignoring him.
Like a fly.
“Arrr! “I’m begging you to shut up!”
[…] … !]
The blue and dreary eyes behind the helmet grew smaller and larger. He seems perplexed.
So what.
I don’t have the ‘power’ to care about that guy.
It seems like it won’t wake me up.
I don’t think I’ll remember it.
It doesn’t seem like it’s coming.
It seems like it won’t come.
In order to win this vicious push-and-pull
‘Death’ is just annoying, like a nag.
“Point light? Annihilation? walk? “Is it sunny?”
Cramming.
Like a college entrance exam student one day before the college entrance exam.
Shouting like crazy I memorize it. think. Trying to weave it together. You have to think of it.
“Muyangjigi? Eighteen chapters of anti-aging dragons? Batting stick method? “Plum blossom sword method?”
The scythe is aimed at my neck.
No, there’s something more important than that.
A phrase that comes to mind.
Thousands of them.
Yes. It’s a Lannister.
This is what I learned from Lanista.
The martial arts season learned by being beaten by him.
All are works of art created by each sect or genius.
But I don’t understand. Because I am a martial artist.
Instead, imitate it. All you have to do is imitate. The phrase doesn’t matter.
To me,
Because I have eyes-
“Lasavena. Bakunawa. It’s a powerful thing… … .”
A powerhouse of the times.
What about the technologies left behind by the dead?
This is easy to understand. easy. It’s difficult, but easy.
okay.
“Continue, continue, continue… … .”
Countless combat experiences accumulated by the fighting god Benver. It connects. come out.
“It’s clearly visible. ha ha ha-!”
I have engraved it steadily until now.
Pieces of strength engraved in Cheonan Tong.
It’s messy. It’s tens of thousands of puzzle pieces. Let’s take it slow. Let’s guess. Let’s complete it.
Damn it – if it’s my eye, I can reassemble it.
Where to start?
Yeah, that would be great.
Two hearts are not enough.
More.
“The world of images.”
Let’s create a world.
More freely.
Socheon World… Daecheon World, huh? Did Lanista tell you?
“You have to get it into shape. Remember, you have to remember.”
Wander freely. In this case, it cannot be used immediately. You gave me freedom, now I have control.
Oppression, restraint. how? The form, the words, the swing of the sword, the movement, every single cell works.
“Four seconds – yes, that is. “Multiple winds, rain and rain-”
Several pieces.
combined into one.
How many seasons are mixed together? I don’t know.
“Six seconds is-. “Gwanghanjeon (廣寒殿)”
You don’t need a lot of pieces.
It’s just a mess.
The puzzle had to be completed.
Many pieces are just that small a force.
Put together, it is a completed work.
As Benbert said –
It must be ‘proper’ power!!!
“The last herbal meal, yes. Let’s not leave any regrets – Unsimwolseong Clouds and Moonlight”
Is it because of the resentment of my past life that I was given a new life?
This life is different, this life is different.
Since it is a martial art that was finally completed in this life, I will call it ‘Isaenggeombeop’.
There’s something strange floating above my head.
what? What is that? What are those five dazzling rings? Is it an angel?
Ah, it’s gone.
There’s still a long way to go.
I want that.
Is that your next goal?
* * *
Let’s open our eyes.
He was standing there with a huge scythe pointed at my neck. The blue eyes longed for death.
As the blue knight’s pale hand slowly moved, a bitter cold air gripped my entire body.
Embodied death steals my soul.
Black knight.
I was weak back then.
With the help of tens of thousands of souls trapped in the soul stone,
Thanks to the sacrifice of my mother who took care of me until I became a soul.
‘Only after you die-‘
I destroyed the black knight.
They were disease and death. It was a disaster that humans could not overcome.
The Knights of the Apocalypse are harvesters. Harvest souls and sow death. Life is something that cannot be opposed. They were hunters from beyond, and we were just the hunted.
The scythe digs into my neck. There are no wounds, but the soul is cut off. My vision becomes blurry. He harvested my soul. Losing power, soul. I faced death. Slowly – falling asleep in eternal rest.
[.מות]
Humans cannot resist.
Hee hee hee!
Cheongma laughed.
The Blue Knight was not happy.
My soul also,
Because to him, he is nothing more than a small soul.
It was natural and truth.
Humans never-
Death cannot be overcome.
My head was cut off by the Reaper’s scythe.
He died in such vain.
… … .
He would have thought so.
[…] … !?]
He realized it too late.
That my head, which he cut off, is an ‘afterimage’.
“Hey, this is a thing.”
The Blue Knight looks back.
I crossed my arms and glared at him.
I was behind him from the beginning.
It’s so scary!
Both my head and the decapitated body he was holding disappeared as if the hologram was turned off.
What the Shinigami was dealing with was just an afterimage of me.
The art of fighting is lightning.
However, in order to cheat death, I mixed in the ‘release’ magic.
By emitting ‘chi’ and leaving an afterimage, it even deceived death.
[…] … !!!]
The guy’s eyes were distorted harshly.
He seemed angry.
The Blue Knight rushed towards me, swinging his scythe.
I raised the blade of Skade Mer.
The afterimage of lightning was a great trick, but it was not a ‘technology’.
It was just a ‘sign’ to use a different technique.
Squeeze!
How else can I express it?
“Lightning fire.”
dazzling light.
The skaldmer that struck down became a thunderbolt,
I threw up a thunderstorm.
[…] … !]
One blow cut the blue knight in half.
pop-!
Then, a fire broke out and completely destroyed Cheongma and him.
“… Keep it a secret from him. “I consider you my second teacher, Master Venver.”
Tooth biopsy method 5 second method,
Lightning fire.
Begi, which was created by combining the martial arts of the Demonic Religion with the seasons of the Battle God,
It was a deadly sword strike that contained lightning and crushed the opponent.
fantasy,
