Episode 991
“Dog, dog noise!”
Guisalchang ground his teeth as if he couldn’t admit that he only enjoyed fights he could win.
“I’ve been on the battlefield my whole life. I don’t enjoy fighting, I just enjoy fighting!”
He shook his head, saying he didn’t care whether he won or lost the fight.
“I thought so too.”
Raon swung the magic sword that had stabbed the neck of the ghost spear. Sticky blood flowed down his neck.
“I thought you were a warrior worth fighting for.”
I thought it was possible, since tracking down Merlin was said to be a mission sent down from Eden.
“But it wasn’t.”
Raon let out a short breath and turned around. He chewed his lip as he looked at Merlin, who was wrapped in tattered robes.
‘Merlin…….’
Merlin’s body was engraved with countless scars, in addition to the puncture wound on his chest.
Most of the wounds were from the spears, so anger exploded from within.
“Why did you do something that even punks wouldn’t do?”
The spear had the power to kill Merlin in one blow, but instead of finishing her off, it tore at her body like a child tearing off the legs of an insect.
It felt like a strange disconnect because it was so different from the bold attitude of the Guisalchang I had seen at the previous Shinju Oryeong festival.
-He was like that from the beginning!
Lars snorted as he looked at the spear.
-The King has never seen a decent man among those crazy about fighting!
The guy shook his head, saying that all those who like war are crazy.
‘There are also people who aren’t like that.’
Raon narrowed his eyes.
‘Like King Roman.’
King Roman was a man who lived to fight the strong.
Even though he was seriously injured, I still can’t forget the sight of him admitting defeat and smiling with satisfaction.
He was a man who remained unmanned until the very end.
-Hmm, the King didn’t see everything… … .
Lars frowned.
-Isn’t that guy the craziest?
The guy was licking his lips, saying that such madness is rare even in the demon world.
“No! There’s no way I could do that!”
Guisalchang grabbed his head, unable to believe that he was terrified and that he had made fun of the weak.
‘It doesn’t make sense.’
Raon felt that he no longer needed to deal with the ghost spear, and he strengthened the hand holding the magic sword.
“Die.”
It was when the demon sword was about to cut off the ghost spear’s neck.
“I am Kern the Whisperer! I am not afraid of anything!”
As the gwisalchang roared, black flames shot up to his neck and deflected the blade of the demon sword.
Kuwaaaaaang!
Guisalchang didn’t miss the opportunity and stepped back, stomping his feet.
A huge bang ripped through the axis, splitting the earth apart and sending up bright flames from beneath.
‘Red flames? No, that’s… … .’
Raon opened his eyes wide as he saw the flames rising from the ground.
‘That’s right!’
What rose from the ground was not a flame, but a warhorse much taller than himself.
It was a mystical horse with blazing red skin, a golden saddle, and a flashing blue blade tied to its side.
‘Is it the Blood Horn of Jeonma and the Four Flames?’
The beloved soldier and horse that made Gwisalchang an invincible general descended upon the land filled with black blood.
“I was born on the battlefield, and I grew up on the battlefield. The weak and the strong are all my prey!”
Guisalchang shouted that that was all he had and climbed onto Blood Horn’s saddle.
Paaaaaaaah!
As the Gwisalchang became one with the Blood Horn, the foul stench emanating from it was washed away by the sound of the horse’s trotting.
“Show me! Who I am!”
The black spear aimed at himself, shouting, “Come on!” The hazy light in his eyes subsided, revealing their original blue color.
‘that’s right.’
Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the ghost window, which was straightening its back like a general in the ceiling.
‘Gwisalchang originally rode that horse.’
The spear wasn’t the only weapon of Guisalchang. He was a warrior who could only display his full power after riding the horse Blood Horn.
‘Is this where it gets real?’
It was when Raon was regaining his appetite and re-holding the divine sword and the magic sword.
Phage, phage, phage!
As the black flames burned from the spear held by Gwisalchang, his eyes began to glow a gloomy gray again.
‘That window… … .’
Raon let out a low groan as he looked at the black spear that was endlessly spewing out black flames.
‘Something seems strange?’
The weapon of the Gwisalchang is not the black spear, but the Bangcheonhwageuk attached to the Blood Horn’s saddle.
I don’t understand why he would be holding such a strange spear when he has such special powers that he is called a magic spear.
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‘To say that I’ve acquired a new weapon… … Ah!’
He chewed his lip as he recalled his conversation with Gwisalchang and his reaction.
“you…….”
Raon lowered his eyebrows as he met Gwisalchang’s blurry eyes.
“What did Ta-cheon do to you?”
No matter how much I thought about it, Gwisalchang’s current appearance was not normal. A person’s personality can change, but this guy was far beyond that level.
‘Now that I think about it, it’s strange that I was stuck in Eden.’
Guisalchang is a fighting maniac who left Shinjuoryeong to fight and sided with Sima Yi. It was also strange that such a crazy person had been quietly staying in Eden all this time and then received a mission.
“What the hell are you talking about!”
The ghost shouted, “Absolutely not!” and cursed.
“Just shut your mouth and come at me! It’ll be different than before!”
He took hold of Blood Horn’s reins, saying that from now on it would be real.
Kuuuuuu!
As Blood Horn kicked the ground, the blade of the spear was suddenly slashed right in front of his eyes.
‘Hurry up.’
The movements of the spear became so fast that they pierced his senses. It was surprising that the horse was faster and more agile than the transcendental sword.
‘The power of the spear strike has also increased.’
The Guishalchang was not only faster, but also had its spear and aura powers enhanced. Even though it was just riding a horse, it felt like the entire level of the weapon had changed.
‘but…….’
Raon twisted his wrist and drew the frost-blazing magic sword diagonally upward.
Oh my god!
The enemy island spread out with the magic sword did not waver even after blocking the faster and stronger Guisalchang’s attacks from the front.
‘Nothing will change much.’
If his strength, speed, and aura had been strengthened to that extent, he could easily deal with it with his current force. No, he could definitely win.
“Not yet!”
Guisalchang tilted his black spear forward like a cavalryman. He and Blood Horn’s entire bodies were filled with black flames, and they became one spear and rushed toward him.
Kugugugugugu!
The earth shook as the horse and the warrior combined to use their spears to dash forward, and the sky was distorted by the black, burning heat.
Even though I hadn’t touched it yet, I felt like my skin and bones were being crushed.
Phew!
When the rush of the Gwisalchang came right up to his nose, Raon focused the flames of the Manhwagong on the sword of the Divine Sword.
Laon Sieghart Ryu Sword.
Type 2 mid-heaven cannon.
The golden flames burned into small spheres, then created a great gravitational force that blocked the rush of the ghost spear.
Kugugugugugu!
The rush of the Gwisalchang and Blood Horn was blocked by the manpower of the Jungcheonpo without even reaching them.
“What, what is this… … .”
Guisalchang opened his blurry eyes wide as if he had never imagined that someone would not even approach him.
“It’s not over yet.”
Raon shook his head, looking at the embarrassed Guisalchang.
“Try to block it well.”
Before he could finish his words to stop, the flames that had gathered in his sword burst out.
Kuwaaaaaah!
An enormous energy exploded between the divine sword and the black spear, melting the earth and sending up golden flames that seemed to split the sky apart.
“Ugh… … .”
Although Guisalchang survived by hastily dodging, his skin was red and looked like it had been badly burned on his face, arms, and legs.
“why…….”
He looked up at himself with his shaking eyes.
“I was obviously faster and stronger, but why… … .”
His lips trembled as if he still could not accept this result.
“That’s right. You’ve gotten stronger.”
Raon nodded calmly.
“Strength, speed, and aura.”
Even in a fight between transcendent beings, strength, speed, and aura are clearly important factors.
But more important than that is what values you have built in your studies and what beliefs you have.
He discovered that the soul of the Ghost Spear was empty after clashing swords and spears in the realm of transcendence.
“Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!”
The evil spirit raised his black spear and shouted that he could not accept it.
Purrrrr!
Blood Horn followed its master’s orders and kicked the ground, letting out a sad cry somewhere.
***
Kuuuung!
Guisalchang blocked Raon’s heavy sword strike and twisted his dry lips upward.
‘I can hold on!’
Raon’s sword strike was certainly strong and solid, but it was not strong enough to pierce his own bones and flesh.
If they continued to fight, the one who could use the magic power of the Black Spear would have no choice but to win.
“Keep going!”
Gwisalchang let out a roar and poured out spear strikes towards Raon’s entire body.
However, Raon blocked the spear strikes without difficulty, as if he had read all of his moves. Even if he kept changing the form of the Akmushin spear, it was useless.
‘What the heck, this guy… … .’
I’ve fought many geniuses through countless wars, but this was a first for me, and I’ve never encountered someone like Raon.
It was clearly a similar level to mine, but it felt like I was dealing with a transcendent being far above me.
‘It’s okay! If I go all the way, I’ll win!’
He had the experience he gained on the battlefield and the endless strength he gained from the spear. He was confident that if he fought until the end, he would win without fail.
Oh my god!
It was when Guisalchang was about to charge again after deflecting Raon’s fierce attacks.
Flow.
Blood Horn let out a muffled groan and shook his legs as if he were going to collapse.
“What are you doing! At this crucial moment… Huh?”
Guisalchang glared as he grabbed the reins and tried to raise Blood Horn.
“Blood Horn?”
The red flames burning on Blood Horn’s body were sinking down as if they would go out at any moment. I’ve been with this guy for a long time, but this is the first time I’ve seen him like this.
‘no way…….’
Guisalchang’s chin shook as he looked at Blood Horn, who was spitting out blood instead of sweat from all over his body.
‘You… … me?’
Looking at Blood Horn’s condition, it seemed like he was enduring all the shock from Raon’s sword strike, preventing it from reaching him.
Prrrrrr.
Blood Horn stood on his trembling legs as if he was okay and struggled to move.
“Ugh.”
He touched the mane of the Blood Horn where the spear had sunk and let out a low groan.
‘Why didn’t I know this… …?’
Blood Horn is an artifact, but it is also his steed, his companion, and his family. I couldn’t understand why he didn’t care until it got to this point.
‘Come to think of it, how long has it been since I called this guy?’
Originally, I would summon Blood Horn every day and give him his favorite carrots, but now that I think about it, it seems like it’s been a really long time since I last summoned him.
‘Eden, Tacheon… … Ah!’
As Guisalchang pressed his temples with his fingers, trying to recall his memories, the black spear vibrated violently and emitted black flames.
Phew!
Something black, along with black flames, was digging into my mind, and I couldn’t stop it.
“Ugh!”
I tried to raise an aura to erase the strange power seeping into the upper chamber, but it didn’t work.
‘no way…….’
Gwisalchang swallowed dry saliva as he watched the black spear continue to burn regardless of his will.
‘This window?’
This black spear is an ancient spear that Tacheon gave to enter Eden.
He said he would not accept it because he had a magic pole called the Machang, but he accepted it when they told him to swing it at least once.
‘I just tried it once, why did I keep using this window?’
It was clear that the Black Spear was an excellent spear, but the Four Flames was a weapon that was as important to his life.
He had intended to receive it but not use it, but at some point he found himself wielding only this black spear.
‘That’s not all.’
My memories after entering Eden are hazy. All I remember is talking to Tacheon once a day and being given this mission.
“under…….”
Guisalchang bit his lip and let out a hollow laugh.
“You’re using the wrong number!”
Now I understand what Raon said. He had lost something because of Tacheon.
‘That damn masked bastard… … .’
It seems that Tacheon did this because he was afraid that he would leave Eden and go somewhere else.
“f*ck!”
The ghost spitted out a curse and stomped his feet. Even now, the black spear was pushing in a strange force as if trying to swallow his own spirit.
“I won’t throw it away!”
Since he could not become someone else, he threw the black spear in front of Raon.
Crackling crackling
But even though he had thrown away the black spear, his mind was not in order.
Instead, my vision became even more dizzy, and like a drug addict, all that came to mind was the desire to grab the window.
“… … .”
Raon seemed to sense the change in himself and stood there waiting.
“Ugh… … .”
The ghost’s whole body trembled and he vomited black blood from his mouth.
‘Tea, window… … .’
I need a window.
The black spear was calling out to him. It was shouting for him to catch it, and it was trampling on his brain and heart with the strength it had left.
‘Oh, I can’t help it… … .’
Now, with his spirit now exhausted, he could not resist the temptation of the Black Spear. He descended from the Blood Horn to grab the Black Spear again.
Purrrrr.
As I bent down to grab the spear, my eyes met Blood Horn’s.
He sees his own reflection in the horse’s black eyes.
When I saw the trembling hands and eyes of a pharmacist, not a general commanding the battlefield, I cried out loud as if my soul was going to burst.
Sizzle!
Gwisalchang pulled out his hand that was trying to hold the black spear and chewed it so deeply that his tongue was cut off.
“Don’t worry… … .”
He spat blood out of his lips, kicked away the black spear, and stood up, holding the four flame poles tied to Blood Horn’s saddle.
“I guess… … .”
Guisalchang looked at Raon and drew a twisted smile.
“It seems that Tacheon did something dirty to me, just like you said.”
He nodded, saying he had no choice but to admit it.
“Before I become his puppet again… … .”
Gwisalchang raised his Bangcheonhwageuk and aimed it at Raon.
“Let’s finish it, Raon Sieghart!”
“It would be dangerous if it remained like that.”
Raon lowered his eyebrows as if he already knew the state of Gwisalchang.
“Since there are people in Sieghard who are skilled in medicine and divinity, they can cure… … .”
“no…….”
Gwisalchang shook his head and vomited out the black blood he had in his mouth.
“I don’t have much time left.”
He bit his lip as if to say, please fight in this state.
“me…….”
Guisalchang lowered his head as if asking to beg for a fight.
“Send it unmanned.”
***
“hmm…….”
Raon frowned as he looked at the desperate gaze of Gwisalchang.
‘What did you do to that window?’
No, it won’t be just the window.
The Guisalchang is an experienced warrior who knows the battlefield.
There’s no way he could have brainwashed such a transcendent being with just one weapon. He must have swallowed him up in various ways, even if he didn’t know about sorcery, food, or formations.
‘And then you made it so that you couldn’t escape.’
Looking at the state of the ghost spear, it seemed that if he did not hold the black spear, his body would break down and he would suffer withdrawal symptoms.
In a situation like this, there is only one thing you can do.
“Come.”
Raon exhaled deeply and nodded.
“thanks.”
Guisalchang nodded and took hold of Blood Horn’s reins.
“Let’s go, comrades!”
He charged forward with Blood Horn, saying that they would go together until the end.
Hooooooooooooo!
The ghost spear swung its spear overhead, creating a huge flame.
Kuwaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Blood Horn, who didn’t say a word, jumped up, kicking the broken ground as if he knew everything, creating a height and angle where the spear strike of the Ghost Spear could have the greatest effect.
The pinnacle of evil spirits.
The limitless possibilities.
The sight of the ghost spear riding a horse with a spear blazing with red flames and pouring out spear strikes that seemed to shatter the sky was truly a magic spear and a horse spear.
“With all your might.”
Raon took a deep breath and pulled the divine sword over his shoulder and the demon sword behind his waist. The stance of a warrior. He stretched out both swords, determined to cut through anything.
Laon Sieghart Ryu Sword.
The 6th type of the Shinmajohwagyeol linkage machine, the Cheonghongmujeokgeom.
The two swordsmen, the evil spirit of the evil spear and the dual sword technique, clashed at the point where heaven and earth intersect.
Kuwaaaaaaaaaaaah!
A terrifying force collided, and a pitch-black crack appeared that seemed to connect heaven and earth, and crimson dragons rose up from all directions.
Phew!
Raon and Gwisalchang stood still, passing each other as if they had nothing to do with the huge aftermath.
“How was it?”
Gwisalchang asked without even turning his head.
“Was it a spear that despised the weak until the end?”
He shook his shoulders as if he wanted to know.
“no.”
Raon shook his head firmly.
Phew! Phew!
I curled my lips as I looked at the traces of the spear that tore through my chest and spurted out blood.
“It was a great spear that challenged upwards.”
The last strike of the spear of the demon lord contained the conviction that he had expected from the master of the magic spear. Even though he had used all his power, he could not avoid serious injury.
“I see.”
Guisalchang nodded as if he was finally satisfied, then fell down from Blood Horn’s saddle weakly.
“Cough… .”
He gasped as he looked at the sword marks that seemed to pierce through his heart.
“Even if I were normal, I would have lost in the end.”
As Guisalchang admitted defeat, the blade of the Bangcheonhwageuk in his hand shattered like an old glass window.
“Even though it’s like this, I have a favor to ask.”
“what?”
Raon nodded while looking at the ghost spear.
“That guy… .”
Guisalchang pointed to Blood Horn, who had collapsed next to him, seemingly drained of all his strength.
“Take that guy with you.”
He bowed his head, asking for a favor.
Puhrrrr.
Blood Horn crawled towards Guisalchang on his weak legs, as if he didn’t want to leave his master.
“Thank you for being with such a bad master.”
Guisalchang smiled, caressing Blood Horn’s forehead.
“That guy will do better than me. Follow me.”
He shook his head, saying that their journey ended here.
“ha….”
Guisalchang raised his hand as if all his strength had been drained.
“Before I die, I will tell you what I know.”
“What do you know?”
Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the ghost window.
“Eden, Delus, and the White Blood Cult are in agreement for a longer period of time than you, the Five Emperors, think. And what Eden is preparing is not just the resurrection of the Demon Dragon… Ah.”
Gwisalchang died without being able to finish his last words.
Purrrrrrr!
Blood Horn couldn’t close his eyes and licked the dead Guild’s cheek, tears falling from his large eyes.
“… … .”
Raon nodded his head to remember what Gwisalchang had said and then returned to where he had left Merlin.
‘Thank goodness you’re safe.’
Because she was careful not to harm Merlin, no wounds were added to her body.
However, since his condition had not improved, he had to be taken back quickly.
Kuuuuuuung!
As Raon was trying to get up while carrying Merlin, a huge noise was heard from outside the forest.
‘Mark Gotten.’
Mark Gotten, who had been blocking his way back, seemed to be still fighting. He had been feeling his presence, but his condition did not look good.
‘I have to go back quickly… Ah!’
Raon stopped as he was about to run out of the forest.
‘That’s right. That drop.’
He approached the dead Guishalchang and took out the bell from his arms.
“hmm?”
Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the crimson-colored drops.
“This drop… … .”
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