Chapter 838
Episode 209. The Seventh Tomb of Temar – Keitam’s Painting (11)
Both in the previous life and in the rebirth.
The sword Jin had chosen was Barisada. She, of course, hadn’t touched a barisada since the ceremony of choice, but she felt the fit in her hand as if her sword had always been with her.
Even if it was a kind of imitation made of paintings, Barisada now was no different from the real thing.
And he was acknowledging the black gin. That he deserves to be his master, that he can wield himself to annihilate his enemies.
‘I suddenly remember the day I ended my life as a reserve jockey.’
On the day Jin returned to his family to become a jockey, Shiron showed a transformation of the reincarnation of Oh.
An extremely slow sword.
but unavoidable.
[Barisada… … !]
The fake opened his eyes and focused the coming of darkness on Jin. The power of death that was being applied to the teenage knights and Murakan was all directed at Jin.
But the pain, no matter how big it gets, can’t make him stop.
It couldn’t be disturbed, and it couldn’t even be disturbed in the slightest. Just as the fake hoped for Jin’s death through the coming of darkness, Jin was hoping to cut him with his sword.
There will be no need to even gauge which side’s fighting spirit is deeper and stronger. The fake confirmed death quickly faded, and Jin’s sword became increasingly clear.
‘Why can’t I escape… … !’
The fake couldn’t understand Jin’s sword approaching step by step. As if bound by her chains, his body did not move as he intended.
“Didn’t you say it was over, fake. So there is no need to try to understand.”
Jin was clearly aware of his feelings. Only those who transcended their limits without anyone’s help were able to burn their fighting spirit even in the face of reincarnation.
It was a story that did not apply to fakes. An existence that is only an illusion in itself cannot stand against reincarnation.
Jin slowly moved towards the fake one step at a time.
The sword I swung once before reaching him cut off the aura that made up the Dark Coming. As if the walls of a dark cave were crumbling, the realm of the Dark Coming was narrowing. Barisada, shining white, was opening the way.
The pure white sword spread endlessly in a circle, erasing the arrival of darkness. He was also slow, but the fake was just as unavoidable.
If there had been a little more distance, if fakes had escaped the narcissism of being ‘invincible’ and faced reality.
There must have been at least one opportunity to struggle and hide in the darkness again. Even if it wasn’t obtained through a struggle of one’s own will, the power it possessed was definitely in contact with the creation.
“You should have run away before this happens.”
Jin returned the fake words and swung the second sword.
The sword struck as a bell cut through the chest of the fake. To protect his heart, he fiercely protected the place, but the spiritual airways, scales, bones, and flesh formed like armor were all cut off fleetingly.
The black, glistening heart of a man appeared. It was already broken and cracked here and there.
[no… … It can’t be like this. I am Murakan In other words, he became the Murakan of a thousand years ago. The existence that all things feared so much! I can’t be beaten by someone like you who hasn’t even reached the castle yet… … !]
“When the base material is revealed, the true color comes out. If it had been that guy instead of you, I would have beaten this much. If it was a case of true creativity.”
[Don’t kill me!]
The fake was risking everything and making a last desperate attempt.
Even the aura that maintains the heart is all started to be used to strengthen the coming of darkness. The darkness that had been lifted was filled again, and Barisada seemed to lose light for an instant.
The two pairs of wings that roared and spread ceaselessly poured black chains, and the swirling aura seemed to devour Jin at any moment and tear it apart.
“Do something foolish.”
However, Jin broke even that with the third sword strike, a single bell slash. The menacing black chain was absorbed by Barisada’s blade and scattered into pure white particles, and the darkness was cut into larger chunks than the moment the sword was first unfolded.
Fake had to face Barisada, who was still approaching with his heart, unable to open the distance.
[Stop… … What did you think killing me would do you any good, at all! You will face the dirty and terrible truth. Your guardian dragon will go crazy in front of it and become the same as me again! If you stop even now, I will tell you who sent me here.]
“I’m tempting you for a moment, you bastard. But what should I do, I promised that guy that I would kill you right away.”
[This painting, this world has been corrupted by pollution! I am the core. If you kill me, the whole world may collapse… … ! If I die, you might be trapped here forever. In a corrupt world, anything can happen.]
A fake was a fake after all.
No matter how much he resembled Murakan, there was a vast gap that could never be crossed between him and the real Murakan of those days. In the first place, Changsung was an existence that could never be created. No god could create a being with the personality of a creator at will.
“I don’t know that. Find the man who created you and kill him. It’s disgusting to hear more, so disappear now.”
Phchaaaak-!
The fourth sword strike, a straight and slow stab, pierced the fake’s heart. As soon as he stabbed his heart, the black landscape of the Dark Coming was erased at once.
It flapped its wings and trembled all over.
[Big… … 100 million… … regret… … to do… … will be, will be… … jin… … Runcandel! here… … You shouldn’t have come, you bastard.]
as the fake said.
Darkness wasn’t the only thing affected by the destruction of the heart. The landscape of the collapsed storm castle that began to be visible again, and the sky where the moonlight streamed brightly after the storm had cleared before I knew it were also engulfed in unstable vibrations.
Jin twisted his sword without hesitation and completely destroyed the man’s heart. Black fragments scattered in all directions and disappeared without a trace.
I couldn’t feel any fake energy anymore. It was a futile extinction, as if to prove that he was nothing more than a fake.
Jin made up his mind. He spat out handfuls of blood, but there were no fatal injuries.
‘It must be true that he is the core of this world. It feels as if the entire subspace is at stake, as if it will be turned off at any moment.’
I wasn’t anxious. There must have been a way, either by tearing through the subspace with a spirit sword and escaping, or by just holding on and finding numbers by force. If I had been worried about that in the first place, I wouldn’t have come in.
However, at first, I thought it would be okay to have no countermeasures because I was with Murakan, but looking back, he was still suffering.
Rather, the condition was worse than before the fake disappeared.
‘As a result of the contamination of fakes being removed… … Are the memories that Murakan had been rejecting flooding in…? … ?’
Jin returned to Murakan and the teenage knights. Murakan’s black tears formed a puddle.
Dranax and Violo comforted the fallen Frey and held her consciousness. With the disappearance of the fakes, the power of Dark Coming also disappeared, but there was no way for Frey to survive. Even before being hit by Darkness, she was already mortally wounded.
“jin… … Runcandel… … .”
Frey looked up at Jin.
“… … Yes, sir. Barmal is a pseudonym, that is my real name. I dared to cheat because I thought it would cause confusion.”
“Something is strange… … I felt it right from the start. but… … I wanted to depend on you. Now I see, even if we refused… … You guys would have helped us.”
“Fray, don’t tell me. Just focus on holding your consciousness and breathing, we’ll take you to the healers soon… … .”
“Dranax… … Violo. We’re probably, fake Murakan and… … It’s a similar entity. However, fakes were here to damage something, and we were here to protect it. Are you all feeling it? my friends… … .”
Frey was vaguely aware of the truth of the world they lived in. As the world began to collapse, information that the beings in the picture should not know about was flowing into their brains. Dranax and Violo didn’t answer and closed their eyes.
The teenage knights didn’t have any reinforcements even though their other colleagues didn’t return from outside missions, and the fakes were so active.
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He realized that it was because this place was, after all, a world that reproduced parts of a thousand years ago.
“But, Gene Runcandel. Unlike us, you and Murakan… … That stupid black dragon who thought he betrayed us. They must be living beings in reality… … After experiencing you, the land we finally protected… … I’m pretty sure it’s still ours. A thousand years, it’s been a long time… … .”
“Damn it, why does that black dragon keep doing that? hey! Frey, I, and Violo are all going to disappear soon. Why don’t you come to your senses and say hello? We died a thousand years ago, so we’ll never see each other again, you bastard!”
“Yes, Murakan. Even if neither of us knows, you shouldn’t be sending Frey away like this. Come and listen to Frey’s confession that he couldn’t.”
“no… … Violo… … What kind of bullshit are you suddenly talking about in this situation… … .”
As soon as Frey got angry, Murakan transformed into a human and trudged over to Jin and the teenage knights.
He banged his head on the ground as if collapsing, and repeated the same words in a stunned state.
“sorry… … I’m sorry guys. I’m you… … I killed you. I killed family knights, people. All I did was… … .”
Yes, Murakan.
It’s all what you guys did.
At that moment, a low, dark voice came from somewhere.
It was a voice that Jindo, Murakando, and the Teenage Knights had all heard before. Jin is the voice he heard from the past recorded videos left by Solderlet, and the rest while living with him.
It was Temar Runkandel.
Killing colleagues who trusted you so mercilessly… … Are you trying to deal with me now? Is that, Solderlet and your decision? For millennial contractors?
Temar’s words became clearer and the scenery was changing.
Before the painting was polluted, the truth of a thousand years ago that K-Tam had contained is appearing. Mura Khan looked around at her, her face white.
He saw Temar glaring at himself from a thousand years ago. Murakan couldn’t look straight into those resentful eyes.
