Swordmaster’s Youngest Son Chapter 1045

Episode 1045

Episode 249 The first sortie of the Ming Dynasty (12)

Ban cannot attack himself.

The reason why Bligiette was so sure was because he thought she was part of the ‘Sun God’.

So, when Van extends his sword to Bligiette, it is like sea water inflicting harm on the sea. It cannot have meaning.

Ban had the idea exactly right.

“You are of such great stature that you can be compared to solderets and witches, but you are not like them. Also, you keep saying that I have the blessings of the sun god, but I am not you.”

Tsuzzzzzzzzt-!

A transparent wall unfolded in front of Bligiette. Ban’s second shot was blocked by the wall and scattered.

It was no one else’s sword, but the sword of the fighting spirit and class. A protective shield that perfectly offset the sword energy was deployed in an instant without any warning.

As soon as he confirmed Bligiette’s ability, Ban smiled in satisfaction.

“Now I’m going to fight like a fight.”

Understanding the information and purpose of Bligiette, who appeared out of nowhere, is definitely an important task for the alliance. He even revealed himself as the sun god.

But from an anti-individual standpoint, Bligiette was a provocative enemy. Unlike Nirgand or Luke, he can satisfy his hunger as a fighting god.

The pain that felt like my heart was going to explode only amplified my fighting spirit.

‘Are you happy? A mortal… … ‘By enduring that pain?’

For Bligiette, it was a series of shocks. Of the ancient mortals he remembered, none of them could withstand the pressure of the solar energy.

‘Although my status is imperfect, it is difficult to understand the world I created… … Well, I can’t even solve the limitations left by this bug on my own right now.’

Bligiette retrieved Ayran’s lower body from the floor. The blue light waves continued to pound the shield, but Bligiette leisurely snapped his fingers. Then, solar energy spread across the cut area of ​​Ayran’s waist, and the lower half of his body became attached.

“After I first learned about the existence of the sun god, I was often curious. “Will my sword be able to cut it down?”

[I can’t cut it. Now, it’s just an error on your part because my rank has fallen.]

“If I can’t cut you, it’ll be an excellent motivation, and if I can cut you, it’ll be pretty good training.”

The Great King’s Reign Sword was beginning once again.

Following the previous one, the class opened the second chapter of Fighting God’s Five Wisdom faster than ever before. The sky of her subspace was filled with thunder, and her earth shook heavily with each step she took.

The marching song of Tushin was echoing.

The pleasure of finally meeting a powerful enemy, the desire to trample on that enemy like always, and the confidence that one can defeat such a lofty deity with just a single sword.

All that will turns into blue overflowing madness and strikes countless thunderbolts.

It depicts a person who reigns over the king. Half a leap, only she could do that.

“I am the fighting spirit of the great Ming Dynasty. “The only thing that can compel me is my hunger for my enemies and the voices of my brothers, not random stories like the blessings of the sun god.”

A voice that went like a gust of wind shook Bligiette’s protective shield.

And before the vibrations stopped, it had already torn through the black wall of the fighting spirit and was flying into Bligiette’s face.

Unique, and dead.

A god with the face of a friend, the same hair as him, the same posture as him, the same eyes as him.

Anger soared in the joy of battle and the deep madness. At that moment when the sword touched the god, half of the anger was refined and refined again.

One point was sharpened with the tip of a knife.

Bligiette couldn’t feel the speed. He could not see the pale blade, nor could he hear the sound of the blast that tore through his ears.

However, the reason he can avoid it is simply because of his high status as a god.

‘I… … ‘You avoided it?’

Blood spouted from my forehead.

Belatedly looking at the location where the class rushed in, Bligiette reflexively raised his sword and took a stance. This time, it was not the Godhead but the physical memory that was responding.

‘Are you saying you were afraid of the Mortal Sword?’

My heart felt like it was pounding. Fear, the fact that I was suddenly dominated by that emotion, was causing an indescribable sense of humiliation.

[dare. You are just a fragment of me. The one who created this world, mine.]

When Bligiette shouted, the fighting spirit that filled the subspace went out as if it were a lie.

But it was only for a moment. It was long enough for my eyelids to close and open once. Noegi was again besieging Bligiet.

They were rushing towards a being that claimed to be a god of gods. Bligiette, the protective shield that continues to melt like a bubble, was chosen.

I had no choice but to move like a mortal. Just by raising the sun energy, radiating the will to block the brain energy, and unfolding the power, I could not shake off that persistent brain energy.

I twisted my body, stepped, touched the ground, and rolled on the floor just as my body remembered. Ash, dust, and the flesh and blood of the believers stained Bligiette’s entire body.

Iran was annoying.

I felt like I could avoid it more easily if I just threw away the piece of flesh I was holding in my right hand. The urge to do so made my head ache.

“You too are just one of the fragments of the sun god, Bligiette. “If you were so omnipotent, you would have died already.”

[I will do that.]

Bligiette threw Ayran away and stretched out his hand.

In any case, no matter how much Ayran’s body was torn, it was enough to put it back together. It’s just unpleasant to change your attitude while dealing with mortals.

Then, when Bligiette clenched his fist, the class suddenly stopped and spit out blood.

“Kahaak!”

The solar energy accumulated in the optical heart was exploding. It seemed as if Bligiette’s hand had reached directly into the heart of light and was tearing it apart.

I held on to my life.

Bligiette thought so. And before even five seconds had passed, he was forced to reflect on his endless arrogance.

‘It doesn’t get crushed…’ … !’

No matter how much you clench your fists, no matter how much solar energy you emit.

Ban’s heart, captured by his power, showed no signs of being destroyed. On the contrary, each time I squeezed it, it became harder and harder, and before I knew it, I was approaching halfway. Now, let alone screaming in pain, I didn’t even flinch.

“Tsk… … I’ll kill you… … .”

Bligiette concentrated his mind. Like when Ban was first trying to figure himself out.

‘A life so short and finite that only a thousand years can be perceived as a long time, but a power that seems to reach eternity… … That huge contradiction.’

When I looked again, I saw that Ban had many similarities to his current self. He, the beginning and end of the world and creation itself, is ultimately bound by Temar’s body and Ayran’s restrictions.

‘An error that will surely be erased when the world is completed, but its pitiful beauty cannot be denied. That’s why I must have been conflicted in the beginning.’

In the end, Bligiette decided to classify Van as ‘equivalent’ to his current self.

Since he was barely resurrected through a shining mortal body with only the left arm and the flesh collected by the Sun God religion, it was inevitable.

[You make me realize the reason for my existence and my imperfection, Ban.]

Bligiette withdraws his hand.

She was a being who could not take her life with her powers unless she was as perfect as the beginning. Only those who could win her fight could kill her.

“All I want to hear from your mouth are screams and screams.”

Sigh!

The swords of Van and Bligiette clashed. They were both gritting their teeth and pushing each other away. And they knew. The fact that there are still more left for each other.

Ban has not yet opened the last page of the Sword of the Emperor’s Reign, and Bligiette has not made a decision.

It’s about seeing the end and the end now, preparing for extinction, and stepping back for now.

Bligiette couldn’t easily choose which side was better.

If we lose the battle, resurrection becomes a distant possibility and the world cannot become perfect. However, even if they fight again later after being elevated to godhood, they are not mortals who can be killed by crushing half of them with the power.

There wasn’t much time to think about it.

The brain energy that had surged like a tidal wave was subsiding little by little, which was a sign that the end of the Myeongwang’s Reign Sword would begin.

Bligiette was watching as Tushin cut down countless immortals with that sword half a thousand years ago. Whether small or large, the moments when the gods born from the will of the sun were broken by the sword of mortality, the day when the errors of light called evil spirits were overwhelmed in this world.

‘An error is an error. ‘Order cannot put things right.’

Suddenly, such a thought appeared in Bligiette’s mind. Right after Sigmund had grazed his uvula. His blade passed by the corner of Ban’s eye.

Wow… … !

Bligiette stepped back and waved his hand in the air. Spheres emitting light as if looking directly at the sun came to mind, and half stopped moving to read his movements.

“Bligiette. “Are you really planning on running away?”

[Even if it were me, it would be too much of a gamble to fight you to the end in a mortal body. It is because I have not been able to refine the world, so I will not accept this humiliation willingly.]

Van looked directly up at the light. Her eyes had already overcome their blazing light, but Bligiette had her feet caught in her golden portal.

“If you don’t kill me now, you will never be able to kill me. “Are you saying you’re still going to step down?”

Before I knew it, Ayran’s body, which had been scattered into six pieces, was reassembled and held in Bligiette’s hands.

The fight is over. The moment he realized that fact, Ban winced at her unexpected emotions.

Rather than the anger and fighting spirit toward Bligiette, he was filled with the bitter feeling of missing his friend’s body and not being able to put him to rest.

“Yes, maybe you can run away from me forever. But the descendant of that left arm… … My brother will never miss you as much as he does now, Bligiette.”

Bligiette did not respond and went beyond the portal. He thought that he had to use Airan and his left arm to escape his body.