Episode 527
“It was a fight whose outcome was already decided from the beginning. It would have been easier if he had just died nicely. Isn’t that right?”
I didn’t hear any more than that.
I’m not an idiot, so there’s no way I wouldn’t notice the strange atmosphere surrounding the battlefield right now. If my intuition is correct.
I licked my lips with my tongue. I put strength into my legs.
Kwaang, the seat was kicked.
Not towards Cheonma, but towards Geomjon.
Cheonma was looking at the situation with strange eyes.
* * *
Life is a series of choices at every moment.
The Swordmaster made his choice. A sacrifice was needed to kill Jack Milos.
To be honest, I’m not sure if that guy is Ragnarok, even after seeing the fragments of his memories. But I know that he’s a dangerous guy.
Even if that man isn’t Ragnarok, that thought doesn’t change.
Even if Ragnarok exists separately, that man should never come back to life. He was a dangerous man.
At first, I tried to attack from behind. I wanted to cause conflict with the Cheonmasin Church and kill them without sacrifice, but the divine power twisted everything.
And now.
He’s tired.
I’m so tired. I come to myself in that state.
I held the sword. The Thousand-Yi Sword that had been with me for almost my entire life.
It splits the sky. The Emperor’s sword splits the sky.
Kwaaaaang-!!
The two swords clashed. The surrounding ground burst apart. It felt like an earthquake had occurred.
The bastard’s sword is hard. It’s hard… … but that’s it.
Geomjon put all his strength into his arms.
The eyes sparkle.
After bouncing once, I swung hard. Space was distorted and sound was swallowed.
The Emperor reacted. He raised his sword. But it was meaningless. If he had been the Emperor in his original state, it might have been different, but now… … There is nothing I can do.
There’s really nothing we can do about it.
Kwaaaaang-!!
It was truly inevitable that the Emperor’s sword, which had blocked the Sword of the Sword Lord, would break into pieces.
The Emperor’s eyes widen. He knows it too. He himself is tired.
When fighting those who are so different, you could probably overwhelm them even if you’re tired. But they are unmanned units of the same class.
The Sword Lord is located at the end of the natural landscape. He is on the same level as Cheonma, who is called the best in the world. It means the highest.
I was very surprised when the Emperor used the technology to amplify his body in exchange for his longevity. To be exact, I was very impressed.
But that’s as far as it goes.
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Because the time limit for that technique has now expired.
I was a little curious as to what the intention was for rushing in like that, but that was also meaningless. It was over.
The swordsman was convinced.
I can end his life right now.
The sword changes direction. Its target is the Emperor’s neck.
The guy is defenseless now. I stabbed him right away.
If things continued this way, the Emperor’s neck would be cut open. At that moment, a potential problem arose.
Because the Cheonma at the back leaped through space.
His body is engulfed in black flames. His fist extends.
Chapter 8 of the Heavenly Horse God.
The great destruction of the heavenly demons.
The eyes of the sword are big.
I can’t help but curse. It’s understandable because Cheonma’s attack wasn’t only aimed at the emperor. It was an attack aimed at the sword master as well.
The swordsman reacted quickly.
He retrieved his sword and threw his body to the side. The emperor also reacted in that situation. He firmly held the Heavenly Demon Sword that was only halfway there. He swung it backwards with all his might.
Kwaaaaaaaah-!!
The Emperor’s body flew far away. It bounced on the ground five or six times before crashing into a corner of the crater.
The Sword Master raised his head. Cheonma had a truly pitiful expression on his face. The Sword Master asked.
“Now. What have you done?”
“What are you doing…? Do I have to explain?”
A vein appeared on Geomjon’s forehead. Cheonma smiled at the sight.
“Your Majesty the Sword Master, I only ask you one thing.”
“Speak.”
“Where do you think this is?”
“… … .”
“This is the Cheonma Shingyo. I am the supreme leader of the Shingyo.”
Geomjon fixed his sword and held it. Cheonma was still smiling.
“It is I, not you, who must end the life of the absolute being called Ragnarok. Because that is the beginning of the history that will be written in the future.”
If it were to be written in the future, it would be simple: the future.
It is the future of a new era of peace.
Geomjon read. The greed of the heavenly horse.
“Will you become the master of the new world?”
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Cheonma’s laughter suddenly stops.
“Isn’t that okay?”
“… … .”
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“I will speak with my broad mind, since the deaths of your unmanned forces have reduced his strength.”
The swordsman closed his eyes. That’s why he didn’t want to meet that guy. That’s why he tried to attack from behind.
This is the reason why I didn’t join hands with the Heavenly Demon Sect when I originally had the goal of killing Ragnarok.
For generations, the Shinto religion was a paradise for madmen, and at the top of those madmen was Cheonma, who was truly mad. That was the tradition. It was always that way.
Taking those guys as allies? That’s crazy. It would be ideal to just share the same intentions and stand back and observe each other.
Cheonma said the last thing.
“Now get out of the church.”
Let me emphasize this one more time: This is the real problem.
The swordsman had to make a choice this time too. And the choice was very simple. The emperor was now half-crippled. What could he do in that state? He was exhausted and exhausted.
The swordsman said.
“I can’t do that.”
The devil laughs.
“Then die.”
Cheonma raised his hand. All the surviving warriors of the Shingyo rushed towards the warriors of Cheonwicheon.
* * *
I raised my hand. I saw the torn Heavenly Demon Sword. It felt strange.
In my previous life, I used this sword for a very long time. It was the sword I used right up until the moment I died. I developed a little affection for it, but it was torn to pieces.
It’s unfortunate, but there’s nothing we can do about it.
I opened a subspace and put it in there.
I stood up slowly, feeling my feet on the floor. I stumbled, but I caught my breath and regained my balance.
About a few dozen meters ahead, the Sword Lord and the Heavenly Demon were fighting. And around them, the warriors of the Heavenly Demon Sect and the warriors of the Heavenly Demon Sect were also fighting.
and.
This is a mess.
Then I just sat back down.
I think it might be okay to stay a little longer.
To be honest, I was aiming for this. The odds weren’t high, but I guess it was a feeling.
No matter how I looked at it, Cheonma and Geomjon didn’t seem to have a close relationship.
In addition, Cheonwicheon and Cheonmasingyo have not had any exchanges since their exchange with Dharma hundreds of years ago.
If killing Ragnarok is the common goal of both organizations, why haven’t they joined forces or anything like that for so long?
The power of the two forces is stronger than the combined power of all the powers of the Western Continent. I am not talking about the combined power of the two organizations, but the power of just one organization.
If such organizations had joined forces and trained successors together, an even more monstrous organization than the one we have today might have been born.
In a previous life, two organizations formed an alliance? That makes no sense.
In fact, we did form an alliance, but what would have happened after that, if I were Ragnarok and the two organizations had killed me?
Both organizations share the same goal of killing Ragnarok, but they are not on the same path.
Ambition. Greed. If I were to emphasize the word a little, it would be greed.
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Both organizations want to be the main characters of each other.
They want to be the masters of the continent and heroes. They are really funny guys.
How will the two of them react when I’m exhausted and half-dead?
Wouldn’t they be more likely to fight each other than to unite?
I held my breath just like that.
They fight really fiercely.
I clenched my fist and then unclenched it.
I have no feeling. Is that all? I have no strength in my whole body.
The reason why the Cheonma and Geomjon over there can fight like that is because of my current physical condition.
They both know that I can’t run away.
The confidence that you can catch it even if you hit it.
I may be able to teleport or jump through space a few times, but I’m confident that I can catch up quickly, so I’m fighting like this now. And yet, I can see that some sense is focused on me.
We’ll settle this somehow and end up killing me… …That’s it.
I ended up laughing. I didn’t laugh because I was disappointed, I just laughed because I couldn’t understand it. Why on earth do they do that?
Why do they fight so leisurely?
From my perspective, where I have always lived fiercely, fought fiercely, and fought with the determination to lose everything, I simply could not understand it.
If I’m sure that it’s Ragnarok, I’ll fight with everything I have. Why do I only think about my own safety? I don’t understand. I don’t even want to understand.
He stood up from his seat with a snicker.
There’s no need to drag it out long. I’ve already dragged it out long enough.
Just now, I exchanged 30 years of life for strength. But it wasn’t enough.
I don’t know how much time I have left to live. Maybe 50 years, maybe 60 years.
however.
If I can’t kill those two here and now, and if I can’t kill Ragnarok, who will soon be resurrected, then all these years are meaningless.
This time it’s 40 years.
The 40-year hourglass is turned over. The sand flows down, and my heart races. Life is quickly consumed. The days are replaced by strength.
Blood circulates through the body at an incredible speed. Lost vitality is restored. Strength returns to the hands. The senses become sharper and the eyes become clearer. The brain also becomes clearer.
Geomjon and Cheonma stop fighting at the same time. Then they turn their heads. At that moment, I was not there.
The two men noticed at the same time that I had leaped through space behind the Heavenly Horse.
The horse turns around. Towards his face.
Kwaaaaaaaang-!!
My fist landed. The Heavenly Horse flew far away. The Sword Lord swung his sword. I raised my left wrist.
Phew.
It’s half-stuck. The swordsman opens his eyes wide. Not only did he not cut it, but it didn’t come out either.
I stretched out my right hand and grabbed the blade of the Heavenly Sword embedded in my left wrist. The Sword Master was taken aback. I grabbed it and spun my body around. My heel hit the Sword Master’s temple.
Kwaaaaang-!!
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There was a loud noise and the sword flew away.
I pulled out the sword that was stuck in my wrist and held it in my left hand.
If the Heavenly Horse Sword breaks, you can use another sword. Is there a need to fight with bare hands when there is something good right in front of you?
I could feel it as soon as I picked it up. This is a pretty good sword.
Cheonma and Geomjon rise at the same time.
The two glanced at each other for a moment, then turned their heads toward me at the same time.
“The more I look at these guys, the funnier they get.”
I wasn’t trying to be provocative or anything. I’m not joking, I’m just being 100% sincere.
“Are the guys who were fighting just now united?”
“… … .”
“Now I understand. Why I regressed, why I am here now. Why this was inevitable.”
Those two are no good. They keep looking for their own safety.
I really look for it instinctively.
Even now, as I feel like I’ve regained my strength, they instinctively exchange glances with each other. What is this?
If there’s one piece, those two guys aren’t the lead or supporting actors. They’re just extras.
Just a supporting extra with a lot of strength.
At that moment, as if they sensed something, the two of them simultaneously raised their strength.
And then he kicked the seat.
I was tired. Why did I keep talking like this?
I was just warming up my tired body. Now the two guys noticed it.
The preparations are complete.
I also moved. I arrived right in front of the rushing Cheonma. The bastard opened his eyes wide. He raised his elbow.
It hits the bastard’s face with a bang. I raise the Cheon-i-geom. The moment I’m about to cut it, bang-!
The foot of the sword master, who had come closer without me noticing, struck the Cheon-i sword. I turned my body. I put strength into my legs.
He swung it as is. It got stuck in Geomjeon’s side.
