Episode 422
Kung, thud.
The heavens open.
A strange door appears and an eerie creaking sound is heard from it.
It raised my spirits even higher.
More gates of heaven opened. One, two, three, four… … and so they opened.
It was very similar to the portal magic that the Masters of Tulkan had used to kill me some time ago.
But it’s different. This isn’t like that.
Soul Sword, second half, 1st form, Heaven.
One by one, giant swords began to emerge from the gates of heaven.
The swords that popped out one by one from the ten gates did not fall. They stayed in the sky.
It kept popping out.
Five swords per gate. Fifty giant swords covered the sky.
This may vary depending on the viewer, but to others, this will look like a fang. That wasn’t a mistake. The sword is actually a devil’s tooth created by my distorted soul.
It just depends on how you look at it.
So the giant swords remained in the sky.
It was like heaven’s judgment waiting for a signal.
The running warriors let out a scream.
The big sword didn’t even catch their eye. They only saw me. I could clearly feel the emotion of wanting to tear off my neck, chew on my flesh, and completely tear off my limbs.
He clenched his hands tightly.
“Get down and get stuck in.”
The giant swords fell to the ground.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaah-!!
Dust rises in all directions.
There were no drops of blood. It just disappeared.
The force, which numbered at least one million, was annihilated in this single move.
What did you expect?
War is when people kill people.
Fighting fiercely, lining up, and gaining the upper hand is not war, it’s confrontation. That’s war. It’s simply killing and being killed.
I took a deep breath.
I took a deep breath.
I stood there for a moment.
Although it is never mentioned in detail, what does it mean to become a Master?
Transcending the limits of the body, transcending the limits of the existing body regardless of race, that is the universal meaning.
But I think a little differently.
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Becoming a Master means that the vessel of the body forces the body to grow to match the size of the soul.
To put it simply, it means that my current body is the body I had in my prime.
The same body that once terrified the continent.
And now we have finally reached the ‘limit’.
Shaking hands and a pounding heart.
A worsening headache.
The side effects of forcibly drawing power from my younger body before I regained this body have also appeared in my body now in its prime.
I burst out laughing.
It was funny that Iskandar couldn’t even see his nose when he reached his limit.
He still doesn’t show up? What on earth is he planning?
Actually, it doesn’t matter what he’s planning. Whatever he does, it won’t work.
He put the Heavenly Horse Sword that was stuck on the floor into his waistband.
I walked again.
Knock knock, knock knock.
The sound of a sword being dragged echoes across the dusty plains.
That was when.
Ugh-
A strange groaning sound was heard.
I didn’t think there would be no survivors. There must have been a few. There were so many of them.
But what stopped my feet now was the determination I heard in the man’s voice.
The will not to give up. The will to get up somehow.
The master of that pure will that I felt when I first saw the millions of troops.
I walked towards it and found it.
A man lying on the floor, writhing.
Judging from the number of Masters with their limbs blown off around him, he must have been a man of quite a high position.
I went to his bedside and kicked his prone body with my foot.
His face was exposed.
What should I say? It’s my first time seeing your face, but it feels familiar. So… …you look alike. Like Iskandar.
I recalled my memories. I was sure I had seen it before when I was researching Tulcan in my past life.
A man who was killed by Iskandar.
A man who opposed Iskandar before anyone else in the power struggle and created an organization called the Moderates to keep Iskandar’s hardliners in check.
Iskandar’s younger brother, Prince Tamar Tulkan.
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“That’s amazing.”
When I saw the third prince, this wasn’t the feeling I had. What should I say?
It’s just different.
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“Coolook… … .”
He’s spitting up blood.
He made eye contact with me.
I look down at him silently, and he laughs as if he finds it ridiculous.
“What nonsense… … you’re a monster.”
He shrugged. What’s the big deal?
If we continue talking, Tamar Tulkan, the leader of the moderates in front of us, is a man who has nothing to do with me.
My sister? I couldn’t even touch her. She died before that.
Of course I had no intention of keeping him alive.
He asks me like that.
“You bastard, why on earth did you start this war?”
Why did you start?
There are many grand reasons. There are many embarrassing answers. But they are not the right answers in this situation.
I could just summarize it in one word.
“Because I can.”
“… … Because you can? That’s no different from just doing it. That’s all there is to it?”
I burst out laughing.
“What does it matter?”
Tamar remained silent, seemingly at a loss for words.
Actually, that wasn’t wrong. What’s the point of the goal now?
The founding of a new nation? The achievement of unifying the continent? That doesn’t matter now. What matters is that I am the winner. That I won.
That was the crux of the situation and the most important thing.
But Tamar seemed to want to talk.
He and I both know that beyond the Golden Gate, there are other zealots out there trying to drain my energy.
But Tamar Tulkan seems to think it means nothing.
Tulcan is destroyed. That is the future that will soon happen. A future that will not change.
Tamar, out of breath, stared blankly into my eyes. I stared back.
I felt it. Tamar Tulkan had no intention of living in this place at all.
His eyes were filled with pure curiosity.
He asks.
“Who are you?”
“jack.”
He shakes his head hesitantly, as if he hadn’t asked for his name.
“How did you get such power?”
I wonder if I got it for free.
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This can also be summarized in one word.
“Let me answer your previous question again.”
Who am I? How did I get such power?
I am.
“Because I’m a regressor.”
“… … A regressor?”
“Oh. I returned from 20 years in the future. I single-handedly overthrew the Tulkan Empire ruled by Iskandar. I grew up in the process. So that means I’ve already experienced these things once. Do you understand?”
“… … Okay, enough.”
“What else are you curious about?”
“… … Are you going to torture me?”
He shook his head.
“I’m meeting you for the first time. What kind of torture are you going to give me? I’ll just kill you comfortably. Unlike the other guys, you’ve never met me before.”
Tamar is hot and bursts out laughing.
Then, with a thud, he fell backwards.
I know it’s a bit odd to say this, but Tamar, she’s really in critical condition right now.
Because my internal organs were torn. To put it simply, it was internal bleeding.
The duodenum was shocked, as were the lungs and the heart.
It’s actually quite surprising that we’re having this conversation.
He asks.
It seems like he really doesn’t care about anything else and is just curious about this one thing.
“Returner, did you kill Iskandar in that world?”
of course.
“I killed him. Brutally.”
I guess it wasn’t enough.
“What was his end?”
I looked into Tamar’s eyes for a moment.
A look of longing for answers.
Pure curiosity.
He squatted down in his seat and placed his hand on his forehead.
“See for yourself.”
The mana that bloomed in my hand covered Tamar’s head. His eyes briefly turned black.
Something catches his eye.
This is the appearance of Iskandar, the man who was tortured by me in the past.
The bastard’s end, the fight with him. I showed it all to Tamar.
As soon as you remove your hand, Tamar Tulkan spits out blood.
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Ugh- Ugh.
A strange sound rang out.
It wasn’t like he was crying in pain or anything. Surprisingly.
“Heh… … Heh heh… … Keuhehhehhehhehhe.”
Tamar was smiling. She was smiling as if she was really enjoying herself.
“Wow… … Heh heh, Iskandar, that guy died like this?”
“Oh, so that’s how he died. It was quite a sight.”
Tamar said no more.
He looks at me with eyes filled with a hint of gratitude.
Then he laughed for a long time and then lowered his head.
He smiled till the end.
He faced death with a smiling face.
He raised his head and wiped the blood off the Cheonmasin Sword.
* * *
Martegas, the capital of Tulcan, was a city of great grandeur.
The city where everything about Tulcan is concentrated.
This was not just a city, but also a fortress. Tulcan’s last defense wall.
The last symbol of the nation called Tulcan.
The huge castle walls, dyed pitch black, gave off a heavy atmosphere all on their own.
As I look at the hundreds of ballistae aimed at me, my hands begin to tighten.
No matter how much I think about it, I feel like it’s right for me to live in a battlefield like this.
I was out of breath, tired, and exhausted, but strangely, when I heard that something was after my life, I felt a surge of energy that I had never felt before.
Just destroy that. That’s it.
I walked towards the plaza of Martega, the capital of Tulcan.
No, I tried to move it.
If only a light hadn’t burst out around me at that moment.
This is teleportation magic.
I wonder who’s coming.
As soon as I turned my head, I burst out laughing.
Angela Hell.
Because she should be at the construction site by now.
* * *
This happened 5 minutes ago at a railroad construction site.
Hammer asked Angela.
“Are you worried?”
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“… … Does it show a lot of tea?”
Hammer Slave nods. He’s literally got a lot of tea.
Angela lets out a sigh.
“Beckerman sent me away.”
“exactly?”
“Yes. I asked him at the end. Do you regret it? He said no. I don’t know what happened after that. Aveiro… … So I kept asking the prime minister, but he said he didn’t receive any information.”
The situation was really simple.
Angela wasn’t worried about Beckerman. Just one person.
All he cared about was his blood relative, Duke Hell, his older brother and the Red Master.
There was no news of him being executed, no news of him being alive, and no news of him being dead.
It’s not like Iskandar did anything, and there’s no need to mention Becker, who sticks with Iskandar. There’s just no news. Whether he’s alive or dead, and if he died, how he died, I just wanted to see the end.
“Are you anxious?”
It was a key question.
“I’m more worried than anxious. No matter how brainwashed you are, you’re my brother. And you let me go. I want to die without pain, but I have no idea what’s going on, so it’s strange not to worry.”
Hammer said after a moment of silence.
“If you’re worried, just go and see for yourself.”
“… … Really?”
Angela asked Hammer again, who nodded.
“Wouldn’t it be helpful if I were here? I’m a Red Marston after all.”
