Episode 463
Those who have not reached that level cannot learn the flower of black magic, Animated Dead. Ron was rather a special case.
Because his talent was so outstanding, the chief warrior of the Dojo and other warriors were eager to teach him.
Ron learned the dark arts early on. He doesn’t have half the dark magic that Jack uses, but the key is that he can resurrect corpses.
Ron’s gesture and the mana that spreads from Ron’s body cover the corpses.
Their eyes turned black and they stood up one by one.
“What is this…? What is this?”
“This… this is… this is…?”
The unmanned people of the Eastern Continent who experienced it for the first time were bewildered. No, they were shocked. Reviving a corpse? What kind of nonsense is this… .
Their gaze turned to Ron in red armor. What kind of land was this Western Continent that man came from?
Here’s another thing to think about.
Jack and Valentine always said that it was stupid to revive someone who had reached the level of Master.
Because it doesn’t follow the controls.
Even those who reach the level of Master are no different from monsters, as the Transcendent Ones are of such a monstrous level.
As each living organism, they have reached their limit of growth and have shed their bodies, thus becoming a sort of class. That is why problems arise.
There were similar rules in the Dojo.
Those who have reached the Master level are never made into Death Knights. Upon making them, the caster is executed immediately, regardless of rank.
By the way, the owner of the Dojo, Doju, is exempt from all laws. Because he is Doju. Anyway.
Ron walked slowly. Was he doing it without thinking? No.
Can you control the highest level masters? No, that’s not true. But there is a way.
Ron’s body turns blue. He kicks the seat.
Paaaak-!
The head of the super expert who was panicking right in front of you tilts back.
“Ugh, this kid.”
He takes his stance. He raises his internal energy. Ron is just one step ahead.
Chapter 1 of Musinryu, Third Corner, Noe Myeonggak.
Phagec, a current shoots out from Ron’s legs. And right into the drone’s head.
Kwajik-!
It was shot from above. The unmanned hand reached out. Ron’s body was no longer there.
Ron’s fist, which had moved to the side, also spurted out electricity. The fist was yellow and blue at the same time.
Kwaaaaang-!!
It was deeply embedded in the unmanned side. And.
Plop-!!
It just blew up.
The unmanned vehicle falls to the ground. Ron doesn’t stop. Ron’s legs are slammed down from the sky again.
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Plop-!!
One of the top unmanned soldiers died.
There are 24 people left.
Ron took a deep breath. If his body were a Master right now, or even a Junior Master, he could have killed at least five people right now.
In the current situation where surprise attacks are the norm, killing one person is not a big deal. One person is the maximum.
All the drones readied their weapons. At the same time, they had the same thought.
The resurrected corpse, as I keep looking at it… … seems a little strange.
Why are you just sitting there? You’re definitely alive, so why are you just standing there?
My former colleagues looking around with blurry eyes were really strange.
Could it be that it appeared to have come back to life? Could it be that this strange sorcery had made it appear that way?
One of the drones jumped out of his seat. Not towards the Death Knights, but towards Ron.
Ron’s body stretches backwards.
Naturally, the drone’s attack cut through the air. Whoosh, whoosh, it cuts again. Ron dodges. When he gets behind the drone that has become the Death Knight, the drone’s weapon slightly grazes the Death Knight’s body.
That’s when a smile appeared on Ron’s lips.
At the same time, the Death Knight, who had been standing still, reacted.
My inner energy boils over. Quagami, Death Knight’s fist extends forward.
Kwaaaaang-!!
Even though I barely managed to stop the drone, I couldn’t help but let it fly away. The drone thought as it flew away.
Seriously, you’re alive.
A funny thing happened after that.
It was a situation that Rondo had not anticipated. The warriors of the Eastern Continent detest sorcery. They consider physical martial arts to be the absolute truth.
In that situation, the corpse has now come back to life. At first, it looked completely harmless, looking around with its black eyes, but now it has attacked.
He attacked the unmanned Jeongcheonmaeng, that is, his former comrade.
The unmanned unit of Jeongcheonmaeng shouted.
“Jeongcheonmaeng-!”
Everyone readied their weapons and shouted at the same time.
“I may lose, but I will not give up!”
Everyone jumped into their seats as if they were in a state of commotion. Their swords were pointed at their former comrades, the Death Knights.
Ron, who had been watching, flinched.
‘… … Rather, it was I who was arrogant.’
The Death Knights felt the urge to live. So they reacted. They drew their weapons and raised their internal energy.
The living and the dead of the Jeongcheonmaeng clashed. Ron sincerely reflected on himself.
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‘I thought I knew everything about the Eastern Continent, but… … this is not it.’
It could have been a bit of a ridiculous situation. I’ve said it over and over again, but Death Knights who have reached the Master level don’t usually follow orders.
It is common sense to persuade with words or somehow persuade someone. However, Ron was not a smooth talker. He was not confident in persuading someone with words.
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However, the reason they were revived was to build a wall. A simple wall that was simply erected to kill the confused Jeongcheonmaeng warriors.
The key to Musinryu is to evade first and then counterattack.
What Ron learns in the Dojo is how to dodge when fighting. Even if the attack doesn’t work, most attacks can be evaded.
That’s what I was aiming for, but this wasn’t it.
I never dreamed that they would point their swords at each other like this. This wasn’t funny.
It was the spirit of Jeongcheonmaeng, and further, the spirit of the warriors of the Eastern Continent.
If you judge them to be an enemy, draw your weapon without mercy.
When I see something beyond my understanding, I just draw my weapon and fight.
First, kill him and see.
Ironically, Ron got goosebumps all over his body at this moment.
Crowd psychology? No, it wasn’t like that.
It was creepy. It gave me goosebumps.
Even if he had touched Jeongcheonmaeng, he had already shown black magic. He had shown the appearance of reviving a corpse.
Because of that, wouldn’t a situation arise where we have to fight every unmanned creature on the continent?
The odds were high. In some ways, this could be just the beginning.
The situation we’re in now is truly ironic.
In a way, it was the thought that Ron himself, not Jack, would create a situation where the entire continent would be hostile to Jack that gave me goosebumps.
But what could he do? Ron had no choice. He had to protect Jack.
Ron drew his mana again. Nine circles spun. His body turned blue.
I tilted my head back. I shifted my body’s balance because I felt like it wasn’t enough.
“You fu*king bastard-!”
Phew-!
I barely avoided the flying sword. My right nape stung, but it didn’t matter. I was still attached.
The legs turn yellow. It’s sore and electric.
Ron’s feet lift up as if he were performing an acrobatic feat.
The situation where you face off against a top-notch expert was almost like a sideshow. Because.
Kwaaaaang-!! Kwaaaaang-!!
“Kill him-!!”
“Did you betray Jeongcheonmaeng!!”
“Aren’t you ashamed as a person who is not a member of the political party-!!”
Because the living and dead warriors of Jeongcheonmaeng were fighting like madmen. The bloody fight continued.
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I’m confused. I think that’s the most appropriate word.
It’s similar to the lucid dreams I haven’t had in a while, but different. What should I call it?
I am certain that this dark place right now is a dream. I am certain, but I don’t know more than that.
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I feel nothing.
So I walked.
I walked on, pushing through the darkness.
I guess you could say it’s like walking through an old black and white portrait. I don’t even know how time passes.
Feeling alone in the world. Feeling like walking alone in a place where the world has fallen apart.
Oh, I just noticed it.
What kind of feeling is this?
The feelings I always carried in my heart from my previous life. Loneliness, longing, desolation.
As I began to notice the emotions, I began to recognize the space. This is my soul.
It’s everything I’ve built up, everything I’ve grown up with through killing and killing.
It was only then that I saw the enormous number of corpses everywhere.
It was so far away.
As soon as I absentmindedly take a step forward, I hear the sound of a puddle of blood splashing.
Iron Buck.
I took a quick look around.
Those I have killed throughout my life.
King Mazar Teslan of the Teslan Kingdom, General Rommel’s two sons, and various extras whose names I can’t remember, as well as my father, Clark Valantier. And his wife, Countess Mantis, who was my second mother, and the countess’ father, Count Mantis.
Vermont Taker, who was the greatest assassin in his previous life and a nuisance to me; Heynckes Beckerman, who was the strongest swordsman on the continent in his previous life; his disciples Merengues and the princes of Tulcan.
And Iskandar Megath Tulkan, the emperor of Tulkan.
Everyone can see. My feelings as I look at them are numb.
Of course, there was no regret about the past or anything like that. The word numb was very appropriate.
He died because he deserved to die, and he was killed because he deserved to be killed.
It wasn’t me who touched them first, it was those bastards. Of all the corpses in this black space, I’ve never touched them first.
I’m not joking, I’m serious. And that’s a fact.
If you didn’t want it to be used as a way to sell past memories, you shouldn’t have touched it.
That was the end. There was no time to waste on corpses.
Because there’s nothing more ridiculous than wasting time on a burrower.
He raised his head as if possessed by something.
It was there. It was there, as if it had always been there.
A huge wall.
The gates of heaven.
A heterogeneous white door existing in a black space.
There was no pattern. There was no design. It was just a door painted white.
I am familiar with it.
Looking at the door, I recalled the time when I was fighting with Monk Yeomjon Hwacheon.
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At that moment, I saw a wall. A wall that I had not seen before, a wall that would allow me to break through the limits of my growth.
The next step of the path that will allow you to move on to the next step.
Yeah, that was the door. That was the door.
For a moment, I felt uneasy.
I.
‘Is this really the first time you’re seeing that?’
Even though it’s my second time seeing it, something feels strange.
This feeling of discomfort was closer to ‘familiarity’ unless my senses were wrong.
I looked at it for a while. I kept looking at it for a while.
Then, crazily, the space collapsed.
I opened my eyes.
The first thing you see is a cave.
One by one, dormant senses awaken.
A pungent, bloody smell that stung my nose.
The next thing I felt was a bandage wrapped around my waist.
I wonder if it’s right to call it a bandage. It might be more accurate to call it clothing. And it’s clothing that I’ve seen a lot.
The pants Ron wore. Those hemlines.
The Heavenly Horse Sword on my back was binding my body together with the clothes.
I lightly raised my hand and it was cut off. I stood up from my seat. I grabbed the handle of the Heavenly Demon Sword that was lying on the floor.
Broadened my senses.
Ron was fighting someone. There was a murderous odor all around. And there were about 80 Death Knights, mixed with life and spirit. And there were about a thousand drones approaching from afar.
