Episode 326 < Gods and kings. (2) >
The shadow of my sword and the wind of Mutia’s hammer came together.
The apostles did not sit by and watch the two of us play.
“Where!”
“dare,”
“Why don’t you leave me alone? “The king of heresy!”
After preparing their stance, the apostles rushed in one by one. It was not madness in their eyes. It wasn’t just fanaticism.
Loyalty to the God they believe in.
The uprightness of repaying the blessings given by God burned hotly in the eyes of the apostles.
“That’s great.”
I was impressed.
“But I already warned you.”
And he swung his sword with admiration. Five black snakes bit their target like their fangs.
“——!!”
Left eye. right eye. vocal cords. The back of my head. Five organs and six parts.
Everywhere my knife grazed, a terrible scream followed.
[Scarless pain] cuts out only those parts that are absolutely unbearable and cause pain that humans cannot bear.
“Aaaahhh!”
That wasn’t all.
“……! ……!”
I remembered the places where the apostles were tormented. And the apostles gritted their teeth, held back their moans, and struck the exact same spot each time they attacked again. The pierced spot was pierced again and the cut was cut again.
“Ugh, wow! iced coffee—-.”
scream. scream. And scream.
As Mutia and I were engaged in a fierce battle, screams flowed around the two of us and we were confused.
“You fight surprisingly efficiently.”
Mutia commented. It was an assessment full of sarcasm. I also decided to return it with a twist.
“It is not more efficient than Dagul.”
“There are surprisingly many people who insist on not killing. However, your fighting method does not kill, but causes pain worse than death. “Maybe the way you climb the tower itself is like that.”
“It’s admirable that you think about humans. “I would have been more impressed if that majesty had also been shown to the wedding guests who were attacked by the Golden Silk.”
“They are not my believers.”
“Is this the end?”
“what?”
“I saw the first, second, and third targets well.”
Chaaaaang!
I blocked Mutia’s blow.
“Is this the end?”
I rushed in.
“Even if you are one of the brightest constellations in the Milky Way, your brilliance is not due to martial arts.”
Mutia attacked, and I dodged it.
“Even if your apostles boast of inaction, it is thanks to [the gratuitous human body]. They are just people who believe in an uninjured body and rush at it. Therefore, you cannot be my partner who can cause pain to anyone.”
Five swords swung in unison.
Sword wind.
The swords became a black storm and devastated the entire area. “Ugh!”, “Ah”, “Mutia!” The apostles let out short screams and flew away. Dozens of them flew away and were thrown onto the walls of the Colosseum, sedimentary rocks.
“I am the leader of a fighting organization that has existed for thousands of years solely to put Macheon to the sword.”
There were apostles who did not fly away even though they were pushed by the sword. They gritted their teeth and held on. “Iike…!” There were people who hit the ground with a hammer and were able to withstand it with that force.
That’s cool.
He waved four swords at them and stabbed them quickly, one by one.
“My teacher cut down the sacred peak of the snowy mountain with a single stroke of his sword, and my son and disciple conquered the continent with only his body. “My daughter and advisor can split the earth with a single blow, and my Gayoung can bring down the spire of the Magic Tower with a single sword.”
Then there was no longer any apostle who endured.
[The constellations watching the fight hold their breath.]
[The ‘lonely seeker’ is silent.]
[‘The warhorse of the eternal plains’ is silent.]
[‘The incarnation of love and lust’ is silent.]
In the middle of an artificially created hell.
I stood firm and looked down at the constellations on the ground.
“Finally, I am a descendant of the Sword Emperor.”
“So, I’m just asking.”
Cheer up.
“Is it over now?”
I smiled.
“If you don’t have one, please write a surrender treaty. “I’ll give you my pen as a souvenir.”
“Cheeky!”
Mutia revealed her molars.
“I will destroy your existence first!”
The golden eye of the constellation burned.
[‘The Ox that Harvests the Ruins’ requests an oath from the tower.]
[Designation of sanctuary.]
The golden eyes turned blood red.
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[approval.]
[As of now, this place is owned by ‘Ruin Harvesters’.]
The sky turned red.
[He is the one who destroys and recreates; worship him.]
“He is the one who destroys and recreates; worship him!”
The apostles who were thrown against the rock wall and the apostles who were on their knees groaning in pain sang in unison as if they were coughing up their last blood.
“He is the one who destroys and recreates; worship him!”
Once again.
“He is the one who destroys and recreates; worship him!”
The moment the apostles praised their god for the third time.
[‘The cow that harvests the ruins’ manifests its power.]
Crack.
Bones were crushed all over my body.
“…!”
It was a familiar feeling. The pain of being broken because the muscles and blood vessels cannot withstand the aura. I immediately tried to adjust to the pain by reducing the amount of aura flowing through my body.
But there was no need for that.
‘Are there any Aurors?’
The aura that was running through my veins also evaporated in an instant.
-Kim Zombie!
All strength left my body.
-You are old now!
Well, I could have asked. I could have asked myself, “What does it mean?” Instead of wasting time with questions and rebuttals, I accepted Bae Hu-ryeong’s words as facts.
I saw my face reflected in the blade.
“…….”
I opened my lips.
“indeed.”
The voice that came out of my mouth was definitely mine, but for some reason it was a little old.
A knife as transparent as a mirror.
“It’s something like this.”
There was an elderly man there.
3.
Memories that pass through my mind.
It’s like a broken recording tape that is played over and over again.
-The cow that harvests the ruins is Mutia.
The Heretic Questioner said:
-The main area of responsibility is destruction and reinvention.
Those words stayed in my memory for a long time.
It was not a memory engraved because it was impressive, but a memory that remained because it was an unsolved mystery.
-Simple but powerful!
How is it ‘destruction’ and ‘recreation’?
Destruction was simple. Could know. The Lady of the Golden Silk, swinging her hammer and slashing down everything she could see, was literally the epitome of a destroyer.
But what about reinvention?
-Simple but powerful!
Which of the appearances shown by the Lady of the Golden Silk is suitable for ‘re-creation’?
-Simple, but
And then I realized.
-strong,
What is destruction and re-creation in this world at the same time?
-Let’s do it!
Return.
Or time itself.
-The main area of responsibility is destruction and reinvention!
Yes.
The Lady of the Golden Silk did not need to show any signs of re-creation.
The way she escaped from the future where Raviel became the empress, returned to the past, and stole the prince’s heart as a baron’s daughter was a life that had [already] been recreated.
“—–Time constantly destroys and recreates itself.”
After a brief reminiscence and quick deduction.
I said in a voice that was old.
“Managing time. Is this your power, Mutia?”
“It is truly a masterpiece.”
The golden constellation muttered. Unlike before, where there was sarcasm, this time there was genuine admiration in the voice.
“The sword you wield is sharp, but it is not as sharp as your head.”
“There must be a reason why the believers and apostles were so loyal.”
okay.
Everything made sense.
I lowered the tip of my sword and looked around.
“These are the ones who wish for you. It is not a wish to make me rich or to be healthy, but just one wish. “People who have had their wish [to go back to the past] come true.”
“…….”
“Everyone here is a returnee.”
Mutia laughed.
“It is so!”
The constellation adjusted its hammer and held it.
The most valuable thing in this universe. The god who controls time had golden hair flowing to match his power.
“I am the one who harvests ruins! The one who promises another harvest season to the humans who have nothing left but rubble! The God who brings fruition! “King of heresy!”
Heaven and earth are shaking.
“I am Mutia, the ruler of reincarnation and the key keeper of eons!”
The sedimentary rock strata dance like a tail.
“Kneel! “A thousand things!”
[‘The cow that harvests the ruins’ manifests its power.]
[Aeons of reincarnation.]
[Your timeline will change.]
[Your odds are fixed.]
“Go back to your ruined place!”
The world is colored with another scenery.
『If you haven’t met the Sword Saint.』
The history I have walked is shaking.
『If you hadn’t met the Geomje.』
Grumbling.
Bae Hu-ryeong and Geomje, who always scoffed at me, suddenly disappear.
One by one, the luck that was granted to me disappeared.
It is simply replaced by the possibility of some unfortunate timeline.
『If you haven’t met the Heretic Questioner.』
『If you didn’t meet the poisonous snake.』
『If you hadn’t met the Count.』
『If you haven’t met the Holy Knight.』
『If you haven’t met the Black Dragon Master.』
As if the sedimentary layers were being peeled off one by one.
My time is erased line by line.
『If you have not met the guardian goddess.』
Grumbling.
The holy sword in my hand disappears.
The shadows that wandered around, guarding the surroundings.
『If you have not encountered peonies blooming in winter.』
The aura that was pulsating in my veins subsided for a moment.
『If you hadn’t met the Flame Emperor.』
Even the grip that was in my muscles disappeared without a trace.
『If he just died of old age.』
“if.”
Before you know it.
The surrounding scenery is shabby.
『If only you weren’t the Death King.』
ruins.
If you look closely, this was the Harlem of Babylon.
Did it burn down because of a fire?
There were no proper buildings.
As an old man, I settled down in this place without an owner, pitching a tent between toothless pillars, and leaving behind toothbrushes with stains, yellowish paper cups, crumpled cigarette packs that had been crumpled for a long time, and junk that couldn’t even be considered antiques.
“Say it again.”
But no matter how shabby my surroundings were, they were not as shabby as myself.
A hand that has never held a sword.
Feet that have never climbed a tower.
A heart that has never been drunk on victory.
“Kneel before me.”
Cough.
In front of me, coughing weakly, a golden constellation stood tall.
“Make a contract with me. So, go back to the past before you dared kill my child.”
“…….”
“King of heresy. Abandon the throne. Let go of arrogance. It is an acknowledgment of the greatness of the power of time. “Then I will forgive you.”
“… … “It’s a shame.”
I chuckled and lifted the corner of my mouth.
“What do you mean? “Do you feel sorry for your arrogance?”
“no… … .”
Beep.
A cry rang out from somewhere.
“Your power.”
Mutia looked back.
“Because, for the first time in my life, I won… … .”
The foot of the constellation.
There was a fox cub with golden fur.
“The first person I killed was Time.”
The moment Mutia’s eyes widened.
『If you haven’t met your constellation… … 』
“I’m sorry.”
The fox opened his mouth.
“There is no such ‘what if’.”
tick,
“I decided to dream of Confucius’ reality.”
The clock turned.
[‘The music box just for you’ unleashes its power.]
Tick.
[Woojunghwang(字舌供荒).]
[The universe may be vast, but it is not so vast that music cannot resonate.]
[Just because I’m small doesn’t mean I’m small enough to not be able to play your song.]
[My universe only plays you.]
A sandstorm blew.
The ruins, the pillars of the ruins, the antiques, all traces of this life were swept away in the sand and desert of time until no trace remained.
Mutia looked around in confusion.
what…….”
“My power is insignificant. Although it was turned into a worthless piece of junk by Confucius. At least, we can protect the reality where Confucius walks.”
The fox smiled.
“Get out of here, you bastard.”
“This person’s time is mine.”
Beep.
I stroked the fox wrapped around my neck like a scarf.
Beside me, Bae Hu-ryeong was still with his arms crossed, the holy sword was still in my hand, and my feet had still stepped on sixty-two floors.
“So it happened.”
My heart was still beating for victory.
“Ego.”
Cheer up.
I smiled, still being who I am now.
“Let’s finish this. Mutia.”
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