Solo Swordmaster

Episode #212. Goodbye, my old friend.

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Giying.

Perhaps because she rushed out at the sound of Limon’s performance, Julia lost her usual tidyness and wore disheveled hair and dusty clothes.

Even so, only her melody overlaps Limon’s performance without any shaking.

The moment when the performances of the two overlapped in the air and formed one chord.

Lee Yi -Ying –

Limon’s melody sinks deeper and calmly, and the terrible noise of screams that disrupted the fog is rapidly reduced.

Seven Arks.

The mysterious power that melts even the fragments of a star is exploding and swallowing the power of the constellation.

Only then did Yuna-kyung feel relieved. Now I could tell at a glance that it was only a matter of time before the noise would go away.

But that relief was too early.

Deed deed deed!

I guess I instinctively felt that everything would end when this noise disappeared.

Or was it because he was influenced by the power of the Seven Arcs?

The number of shadow monsters, which had been rising endlessly, suddenly doubled and began to rush in two directions like a tidal wave.

Half to Countess Sea Serpent, where Julia is.

And the remaining half headed towards the mage tower where Limon was playing.

fault!

[Eek! Countess sister?]

The moment I saw that figure.

Rose moved instinctively.

Just like that, she jumped off the pillar guarded by the witch’s soul and ran towards the mage tower.

Blocking the way is a wave of tens of thousands of monsters.

Rose did not stop even in the face of a vortex of shadows that would crush even cast iron if swallowed.

It just pushed psionics to their limits. 『

Seventy-two kinds

of martial arts, five seasons,五絶技,

sea wave sword

, sea waves,

and sword』 Kwagwagwawang!

Cracks along the blade tore everything apart, leaving hundreds of meters of void in the waves of monsters that were all black.

It is a sword that cuts through the sea.

A blow that tears apart the space itself, which is only possible because she is the blue dragon princess among the blue dragon clan.

However, as if cutting through the water is useless, the endlessly protruding monsters quickly try to fill the void again.

When Rose, who saw that, tried to raise the psionic again.

Koo Goo Goo!

The translucent blue waves cut through the waves of monsters that were just about to be filled, creating a road as blue as the sea between them.

I was surprised to see the knights in blue cloaks rushing at the monsters almost like a physical charge.

Rose, with a faint smile, immediately followed the path opened by the spirits of the Blue Dragon clan.

Unfold the heterogeneous flow to the limit.

Making a trail with every step.

Slashing monsters in the way.

Break through the overflowing waves of monsters and steadfastly head for the Magic Tower.

However, when she reached the top of the magic tower, more than half of the magnificent tower was already covered by monsters.

‘also…!’

Rose bit her lip as she saw the tower shaking as if it would collapse at any moment.

Unlike Count Sea Serpent and the Pillar of Witches, which are the center of the current defense battle, the Mage Tower is almost defenseless.

As the headquarters of the Magus Guild, even though it was reinforced with all kinds of skills, there was a limit to stopping this infinite monster.

However, it is difficult to rely on the spirits of the blue dragon clan to be caught by the monsters that have risen from behind.

Rose didn’t hesitate.

He only pushed his psionics to their limits once again, jumping among the waves of monsters.

It cuts through space with the Cham-Gong Jeolgeom-ryu and widens the gap with the Gyeok-Gong-Hoeseon-Ryu.

It collects water energy with the sea dragon water flow and fills the twisted space and fixes it with the self-defense external air flow.

So, according to the Yihyeonghwanwiryu (移形換位流), he divided his body into eight spaces and shot it like an arrow according to the Nakseongtanjiryu (落星彈指流).

『Seventy

-two kinds of martial arts,

six

seasons

』

Rose’s body disappeared behind the sword, and eight giant water dragons rose from the spot and swept away the monsters covering the tower.

Eight streams of water winding around the tower and going up.

The monsters swung their claws or bumped their bodies, but even so, it was futile.

The vortex created by eight water dragons interlocking in a spiral shattered, shredded, or blew away tens of thousands of monsters.

The moment when the majestic Mage Tower was completely swallowed up by the dragon’s whirlpool.

The vast amount of water lost the shape of the dragon and poured down like a flood, and instead a blue-haired woman appeared at the top of the magic tower.

“Cool!”

Rose groaned and vomited a handful of blood.

He suffered internal injuries from using it until the sixth season in this gloomy fog.

But even in the midst of that, she shot forward, causing an afterimage again.

Fu-wook!

Along with the blade cutting through the air, the shadow monster that had just attacked Limon was cut and blood splattered.

I managed to wipe out all the monsters that covered the outside.

In the meantime, the monsters that had crawled into the tower were popping out one after another through the stairs.

Gee ying.

Didn’t you feel the crisis?

Or do you believe in something?

Even in the midst of this, instead of stopping his hands, he let out a sigh as he watched Limon calmly continue playing with his eyes closed.

Rose put her sword in front of her chest.

Then, while standing in front of Limon, he shot the monsters straight.

That’s how Rose gets ready to face the monsters by raising her psionics again, despite her internal injuries.

“…?”

Rose was taken aback.

It was because a human figure had appeared before anyone knew it, as if standing between the monster and them.

Other ghosts have regained their original form, albeit vaguely. Why is there a ghost that still looks like a shadow in this fog?

While Rose watched with suspicious eyes, the figure took a light step forward.

Ssssss.

and.

The fog rolled.

Like the sea into which the dragon jumped.

The fog that started to flow gently across London formed a huge whirlpool and gathered around the Mage Tower where Limon and Rose were.

At the same time, the ghost, which was only seen as a shadow, gradually began to take on a distinct shape.

“you are…!”

Lion-patterned armor.

Large, sturdy physique.

A beard as thick as that of a beast.

A golden crown encrusted with jewels.

There was even an abnormally large and thick two-handed greatsword lying on the floor.

When Rose unknowingly holds her breath as she sees a man who is so familiar even though she has never seen her before.

The man raised the two-handed greatsword that had been upside down on the floor.

And it was the moment when the monsters, who had been roaring as if they were wary of the suddenly appearing man, finally showed their teeth and attacked in unison. 『Lionheart

Sword Break Form Lion

Heart

King’s roar.

Roar

of The Lionheart』

A huge sword roars.

The boundaries of all things are shaken.

All the monsters on the tower exploded.

It was the same with other monsters in and around the tower.

Hundreds… no, hundreds of thousands of monsters within a radius of thousands of meters exploded all at once like balloons.

With just one swing of the sword by the man wearing the crown.

Hood deuk.

Is it because of the recoil?

Returning the sword, which had become powdered and scattered except for the handle, to the fog, the man turned his head.

Then, looking at Limon, who was still concentrating on playing, behind Rose’s shocked face, he opened his mouth with a smile.

[Goodbye My old friend.]

As if this is the end of his role.

A man who disappeared as fog, leaving only a farewell message in a very old-fashioned way.

Limon continued to play while Rose stiffened, recalling the voice of the greatest king and knight in the history of the British Empire.

As if to say goodbye with a performance.

Just deep and calm and still and nostalgic.

The moment when the melody that resonated more fantastically as time passed finally reached its climax.

Gii-i-ing—

a violin melody flowed from hundreds of items that had been emitting noise just a moment ago.

Limon, who finally seized the power of the stars that resonated everywhere, resonated with his own performance.

Thanks to that, the haze of darkness, which was originally disorganized, became even clearer, and now, on the contrary, the monsters began to struggle in agony.

[TeSev.]

[Abrao.]

[isyka.]

[Umar.]

As if he wouldn’t miss this opportunity.

The witches on the 22 pillars took turns casting spells again.

And finally, Sir, who took over the spell, turned his pocket inside out while reciting the spell in a languid voice.

“Ajyaka sis KarSh orga na eXsebT.”

The moment when I thought that the contents of the pouch that Shire had confided at once, such as white hair and fingernails, had all melted into the magic circle.

Fog rolls like waves.

A change has taken place in London.

The shadow, which had been spitting out monsters endlessly until now, turned golden and began to suck monsters in reverse.

■■■■―!

The monsters were furious.

It pierced its claws into the ground and wrapped its tail around roadside trees to resist its suction power.

But it’s just a pointless struggle.

Rather than cooperating, the behavior of the shadow monsters pushing and pushing each other to get out of themselves accelerated the suction speed.

Above all, what they had to endure was not only the suction power of the golden shadow.

Heroic spirits of magic knights and witches.

A member of the Magus Guild who has fallen into evil.

The many blue dragon clans of the past and present.

Most of all, Julia and Limon’s musicians who gave their all.

The shadow monster clinging to reality was being driven without hesitation, making its struggle meaningless.

when a few minutes passed.

The millions of monsters that covered London were all crushed or sucked into the shadows.

“Waaaaaaa!”

“Live! We live!”

Even when the fight that won’t end forever like that ended like that and those who struggled on the wall burst into cheers.

The spirits of the witches pull the ends of their skirts and scatter gracefully in greeting.

The spirits of the Blue Dragon Clan and magic knights bowed their swords upside down toward the Mage Tower, paid their respects, and then melted away.

Limon, who continued to play the violin, finally stopped the bow after the gloomy fog that covered London lifted with the sound of a bell.

Wait for a while to look at the place where a man appeared and swung his sword.

Limon suddenly turned his head.

And he opened his mouth quietly as he looked down at the city that had become a mess due to the rampage of countless monsters.

“Goodbye my old friend.”

Is it longing or bitterness?

Feeling a complicated feeling that he couldn’t even define, Limon closed his eyes and immersed himself in old memories.

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It’s been a long time since I looked at Limon’s back looking down on London with a complicated expression.

Rose raised a hand.

And after circulating the psionic while gently touching his own chest, he muttered in his heart.

‘also.’

I didn’t realize it at first.

And I attributed it to my mood.

But now I was sure.

Originally, the four seasons were unfolded so easily in this gloomy fog, where the limit was to spread the four seasons.

Compared to what I was prepared for before the meat season, the inner injury that ended much lighter and the power that became stronger rather than halved.

Not only was her internal wounds almost completely cured, but the flow of psionics had calmed down more than usual.

Above all, her heart, which was still beating violently, added certainty to her suspicions.

‘It must be.’

Why did he feel so comfortable listening to Limon’s performance?

Why was it strangely longing for the performance and nervous?

And whether he ran to help him, ignoring his own comfort.

I could understand now.

I just couldn’t figure it out in my head.

Her instincts as a princess were already known.

The moment when Limon’s performance reached its climax, he felt the resonance he felt, albeit for a moment.

‘…Dragon Psionics.’

I can’t believe it and I don’t know if I want to believe it, but I have no choice but to believe it.

In the dream-like reality, Rose had no choice but to put on a complex expression of a mixture of desire, despair, and anger.