Episode 968
Mirtan Village, where Sieghart’s blacksmiths live.
The sun had set, but the craftsmen seemed to have gained more energy, creating more intense sparks and striking their hammers with all their might.
Oh my god!
Balkan let out a long sigh like tobacco smoke as he heard the thunderous hammering of a hammer.
“It really is a f*cking sword.”
He gritted his teeth as he glared at the black sword that had a crimson glow, as if it were clotted blood.
“What am I supposed to do if I can withstand the heat of three golden bullets!”
Balkan shook his fist, which was as thick as a pot lid.
“There is no answer. There is no answer!”
Gold bullets are not something that can be mass-produced. If you put all your heart into making a hundred pieces of charcoal, it is possible that one of them will turn into gold bullets. Even though you put in three pieces, you couldn’t even melt the outer surface.
“It would be better to just destroy it like this!”
Balkan lifted the huge hammer that had been hanging on the wall as if he was serious.
“Hey, stop it!”
Pasilon, a sorcerer dispatched by the Beast Alliance to lift the curse of the Black Sword, suddenly stood up.
“It’s not like it’s exactly the same!”
Pasirone waved his hands slowly, telling them to stop.
“Thanks to the heat you gave me with the golden bullet, I was able to erase a little of the curse that was embedded in the black sword. It was like carving a huge scratch into the thick wall of the blood curse!”
He clenched his fists, thinking that he knew the method, and that if he used the same number, he could eventually break the curse of the Black Sword.
“I told you, it’s not easy!”
Balkan frowned as he glared at the black sword.
“Golden bullets aren’t something you can make just because you want to. And the sorcerers who were carrying out the ritual were all sick!”
The sorcerers of the Pashiron and Beast Alliance used the magic of the sea on the black sword stimulated by the heat of the gold bullet.
At first, it seemed to be going well, but the black sword’s vicious aura caused the sorcerers to vomit blood and collapse.
“He suffered internal injuries, but they are not serious. Once he recovers a little, he will be able to use his magic again.”
Pashiron shook his head as if to tell him not to worry.
“Phew… .”
Balkan took a short breath, as if he had found comfort in the sight of the calm Pashiron.
“How much of the curse is left now?”
Balkan nodded his head, turning his wrist up and down.
“90%… We’ve only released about 10%.”
Pashiron looked away as if he felt embarrassed even after speaking.
“But this is just the beginning! Now that we’ve created a small crack in the curse, next time we might just break down the wall!”
He folded his hands forward, asking for trust.
“Can’t we just break it like this?”
Balkan chewed his lip and picked up his hammer again.
“Hey, don’t do that!”
Pashiron spread out both his hands in a hurry.
“He is currently in a dark sleep. If you provoke him and wake him up, there will be a bloody storm!”
He shook his head, saying that he should never touch it carelessly.
“It’s so frustrating! It’s so frustrating!”
Balkan threw back the hammer he was holding and grabbed his head.
“When will I make the gold bullet, and when will I restore that guy…?”
He clicked his tongue as if he felt sorry.
“Uh, I’m sorry.”
Pashiron lowered his head as if he was ashamed.
“I’m not mad at you. I’m just annoyed that there’s nothing I can do for Alice.”
Balkan waved his hand, saying that there was absolutely no reason for Pashiron to apologize.
“Aris couldn’t wait for the Black Sword’s help and prepared to recover her strength on her own.”
He turned his gaze in the direction of Sieghard and stroked his beard.
“He didn’t say a word to us and just moved on his own, so it means he didn’t want to be a burden. It’s just frustrating because I think I know what that punk is thinking.”
Balkan frowned as he recalled Alice’s gloomy eyes.
“I understand….”
Pashiron nodded heavily, saying he knew how Balkan felt.
“Our leader has not yet recovered his original strength. He is smiling and saying that he is fine, but it is a terrible experience for those watching.”
He must have felt the loss more than anyone else, but he bit his lip slightly as he thought of Ogram, who smiled at everyone.
“Hmm….”
Balkan slowly lowered his eyes and opened them again, as if sympathizing with Pasiron’s story.
“There’s nothing I can do. I’ll try to make some gold bullets again. It’ll take a while, but…”
He smacked his lips, thinking that in the end, this might be the only way.
“Thank you.”
Pasirone bowed his head in gratitude for trusting him.
“Thank you! I’m even more grateful to those of you who came all the way here to help me!”
Balkan waved his hand, saying he was sorry for venting his anger.
“Instead, how about we have a drink together today?”
“Okay. I’ll win this time.”
It was when the two people were looking at each other and smiling faintly.
Woof woof woof!
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The black sword that was lying on the workbench began to emit a strange sword sound.
“What, what is it!”
“What is this all of a sudden…?”
Balkan and Pashiron glared at the black sword that was causing intense vibrations. Even when it was heated by the heat of the golden bullet and wrapped in sorcery, it had never seen anything like that.
“Get back!”
Pasiron clasped his hands together. Gray smoke rose from between his fingers and wrapped around his black sword. It was a powerful spell that suffocated the enemy’s spirit.
Paaaaang!
However, even while under the spell of Pashiron, the Black Sword ran wild like an unbridled colt, spewing out crimson blood in all directions.
“Hey, the sword has awakened! Get out now!”
Pashiron stamped his feet, shouting for them to get out of the workshop.
“Pashiron!”
“I’m fine! You have to go first before I can go out!”
He shouted that he was fine and that I should go out the door first.
“shit!”
Balkan gritted his teeth and headed towards the door of the workshop. However, he could not approach the door or the wall due to the crimson aura created by the black sword.
“That damn sword!”
Balkan hurled a sledgehammer at the burning wall.
Phage, phage, phage!
The blood broke the hammer as if it would not allow anyone to approach.
“I can’t go out!”
He swallowed dry saliva and looked around. The crimson blood was spreading throughout the entire workshop, and it was beginning to erase the space where he and Pashiron could stand.
“Joe, if you just wait a moment, the other sorcerers will…”
Pasirone’s hands were shaking like his voice. It was clear that he was overdoing it.
“under….”
I sighed as I looked at the ceiling and walls of the workshop shaking as if the Balkans were going to collapse.
‘Is this how I die?’
Several memories come to mind.
The love that was not realized during childhood, the time I cried alone after making my first sword, the time I regretted making a sword for a murderer, and the time I regretted seeing off the Jincheon Sword at its end.
But now, there is only one black thought floating in his chest.
Jecheon Sword.
I wanted to sharpen the child’s sword until Raon reached the top of the continent, so it was too bad that he had to die like this.
‘No, you can do well without me.’
Balkan smiled brightly as he recalled Raon from his childhood when he first met him at the charcoal kiln.
‘Raon. Don’t ever break down like you did back then.’
It was the moment when he closed his eyes, thinking about death.
Kwaaaaang!
The door and wall of the workshop collapsed, and a tall woman with sunset-colored hair flowing like waves came in.
“uh….”
Balkan glared at the cool-looking woman approaching him with rough steps.
“Iris? Why are you here…?”
The person who broke down the door of the workshop was Alice. I don’t know why she is here, even though she was concentrating on recovering in Sieghart.
“long time no see.”
Alice smiled and waved at Vulcan.
“It was here after all.”
She twisted her mouth as she watched the black sword raging even while under the spell of Pashiron.
“what?”
“This guy called me.”
Alice chuckled, saying that the Black Sword had led her here.
“You called…?”
Pasiron looked back and forth between Aris and Heukgeom, then shook his head.
“Wh, step back! This sword is about to swallow your soul and be reborn as a true demon sword!”
He lashed out, saying that no one could stop him in such a situation.
“I still feel your presence and that’s why I’m running wild like this!”
Pasilon bit his lip as he pushed away the magic sword with his magical noose. Red blood flowed from between his white teeth.
“Both of you, stand back. This place is going to collapse any minute.”
Aris motioned for Balkan and Pasilon to leave the workshop.
“Ah, Alice?”
“Don’t worry. I’m different now than when this guy was looking for me.”
I didn’t tell anyone, but I could feel the presence of this black sword after I woke up.
As if their souls were connected, the black sword always called out to him, whether his eyes were open or closed.
The voice was a temptation, a threat, and a curse from the past that reminded her of Sif.
I had endured his temptations and threats by forcibly training myself physically to the point of exhaustion, but now there was no need to endure it.
“Let’s stick together, you damn sword.”
Alice held the black sword with her teeth exposed.
Kuwaaaaaah!
As soon as my hand touched the black sword, a terrifying blood rose up over the blade.
It was a huge and thick energy that could swallow up the body in one breath and submerge the soul.
Phew!
Alice did not reject the blood of the black sword seeping through her hand, but accepted it as it was. Her skin began to turn red as if it was going to burst.
“Iris!”
“no!”
Balkan and Pashiron glared at Iris, whose veins were popping out all over her body.
“are you okay.”
Alice smiled and motioned for the two surprised people not to worry.
“I was waiting for this.”
When the Black Sword’s blood filled his mana circuit, he opened the aura within his danjeon.
The blue aura obtained by refining the energy of the Dragon Heart shot out like a blade, tearing at the blood energy in the endlessly surging mana circuit.
‘It’s my turn now, right?’
After erasing all the blood that had permeated her body, Alice turned to aim at the black sword.
Woof woof woof!
He pushed the blue aura, which wave-like, into the inside of the black sword.
Phew!
The curse of the black sword and his own soul resonated, and his vision became black as if he had entered a world of imagination.
I felt a thick wall of blood that seemed to have no end. However, there was a fairly large crack carved into the right corner.
‘It’s over there.’
Alice realized that the crack was the Black Sword’s weak point and fired aura that had been raised to polarity.
Kookookookookook!
I felt the wall of blood protecting the curse slowly breaking apart.
However, the black sword seemed determined not to fall like this and ignited a magnificent flame of blood.
Kwaaaaaaaah!
The crimson flames engulfed the blue aura and pressed down on his soul.
‘Do you think I’m going to die here?’
Alice gritted her teeth, opened her soul’s cradle, and poured out all the aura she had.
Kookookookookook!
Alice’s aura and the blood of the black sword devoured each other like ogres, growing larger and larger.
However, since the space where they were fighting was the Black Sword’s territory, Alice slowly began to be pushed back.
Gooooooooo!
The black sword seemed determined to devour Alice’s soul, and it began to take over the space she was standing in with sticky blood.
‘Haaah… .’
Alice bit her tongue as she felt the intense wave of blood flowing from the black sword.
‘That’s dangerous.’
The Black Sword was restricted, so it couldn’t use its original power, but it seemed like it could crush his soul with its current form. If there hadn’t been a crack in the sorcery, it would have been really dangerous.
‘but….’
I didn’t reveal everything either.
He himself did not only train his body by climbing Bukmangsan Mountain.
He spent his time in deep thought, feeling resentment towards himself, the pain of not being able to raise his son properly, and his desire for revenge against those who had done this to him.
‘There… .’
The pure aura that he had gained thanks to Raon remained in his current self. He drew out that grateful and thick energy.
Paaaaaaaah!
The soul’s rank, which had grown more than before, blossomed with a blue aura and burst into splendid brilliance.
Phew!
The blood that was rushing towards Alice as if it was going to devour her soul began to subside before the blue light she created.
Crackle! Crackle!
Even as he was being pushed back, the black sword poured out crimson blood from the sky and the ground as if it was trying to rebel until the end.
“This damn sword!”
Alice gritted her teeth and stamped her foot. She moved forward, calming the black sword’s fierce energy with a blue energy like the sea.
“What you have is my power! Give it back or shut up and follow me!”
He grabbed the black sword with both hands, saying that if you don’t listen, he will break it.
Kuwaaaaaah!
Blood and auras compete endlessly, causing the walls of the battlefield to crumble and the ground to sink. A tremendous wave of power sent crimson sparks flying in all directions.
Kuwaaaaang!
A huge explosion occurred as red and blue lights intersected each other, obliterating the workshop and its surroundings.
“Eww!”
“Ugh… .”
Pasilon, who was protecting Balkan, urgently stretched out his hand and cleared the smoke that had risen to the sky.
Hooooooo.
Alice was kneeling on the blackened ground, her hand holding a sword half-melted with crimson blood.
“That son of a bitch is so disobedient. Just like someone else.”
Alice frowned and let out a hollow laugh. The black sword in her hand seemed like a normal sword, showing no reaction.
“What, what happened….”
Pashiron’s eyes widened as if he didn’t understand.
“You’ll know when you see it.”
Balkan smiled and nodded.
“The damn sword has found its master!”
* * *
A night with a sharp moon rising.
Karun walked down the corridor of the palace with heavy, dull steps. He stood in front of the audience room at the end of the path and lifted his calm, sunken eyes.
“I’ve been waiting.”
Roen, who was standing in front of the pillar, bowed his head and opened the door to the audience room.
“… … .”
Karun bowed to Roen and entered the audience room.
“You came.”
Glen nodded, the blue moonlight on his shoulder. He looked mysterious, like a sword god, or as aloof as a monk with a wall.
“Yes. What brings you here?”
Glenn slowly lowered his gaze as if he would listen to whatever was said.
“Do you remember what I said about coming back to see you after sparring with Raon?”
Karun walked down the red carpet and stood in front of the podium.
“Of course.”
Glen nodded, saying of course he remembered.
“…make me strong.”
Karun shook his shoulders slightly and slowly knelt down.
“I know that the position of the head of the household is not determined by force alone. But I don’t want to give up by force alone. I want to stick with him until the end and get on the same level as him. No, I want to go beyond him again.”
He banged his head on the floor, asking for help so that he could become stronger than he is now. It was something he would have been embarrassed and ashamed to say before, but the growth that came from defeat changed him.
“I will follow my father by any means necessary.”
Karun called Glenn “father”, not “father-in-law”, saying he would do anything.
“Hmm… .”
Glen nodded, rubbing his chin.
“Considering your accumulated achievements, it is possible to help you with your training to any extent. However….”
He narrowed his eyes as he looked at the softly falling moonlight.
“Even if I help you, you won’t be able to catch up with Raon on your own.”
Glenn whetted his appetite, saying that Raon is still getting stronger.
“…okay.”
Karun bit his lip until blood flowed out.
‘Is it not going to work out in the end?’
I was worried about Glenn’s rejection, but when I heard that he couldn’t help me, it felt like the sky was falling down even more.
“OK. Thank you.”
Karun forced himself up by putting strength into his legs. His head was dizzy and his whole body felt like it was going to collapse, but he couldn’t show his ugly side in front of his master.
“then….”
“for a moment.”
After Karun bowed his head, Glen waved his hand to leave the house.
“Just wait. Someone is coming.”
Glenn pointed to the door and told her to wait a moment.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not in a position to meet anyone right now….”
It was when Karun let out a short breath and shook his head.
Kuwaaaaaah!
The door to the mansion opened violently as if it was going to collapse, and Alice came in.
“Iris?”
Karun opened his eyes wide as he looked at Alice. I heard that she had recovered her aura and passed out, but I didn’t know she was awake now.
“father.”
Alice bowed her head to Glenn.
“I came to ask you a favor, as I told you before.”
She straightened her back proudly, as if she had deposited something.
“Help me regain my former strength!”
Alice lifted her chin, asking for help with her training.
“her….”
Karun opened his mouth wide as he looked at Alice. Seeing her attitude as if she was ordering him instead of asking him to do something, he couldn’t help but laugh.
“Karun.”
Glenn rose from his throne and called Karun’s name.
“As I said, no matter how hard you try, it will be difficult to catch up with Raon on your own. But….”
He let out a faint smile as he looked at Alice, who had a crimson sword slung over her shoulder.
“If there are two of you, it might be possible. Do you want to try?”
A red flash of light flashed across Karun’s eyes as he heard Glenn’s words. Without even thinking for a moment, he immediately opened his lips.
“of course!”
