Solo Swordmaster

#536. you choose

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After the war between Egypt and the Continental Alliance.

Africa fell into great chaos due to a quarrel aiming for the vacant place where the Utopia Guild was disbanded.

Many military governments disappeared in the conflict, but at the same time, there were new military governments.

One of them is the Calabar Military Government.

In fact, they were close to armed bandits operating from the large city of Abuja.

But in Africa, strength equals justice.

The Kalaba military government was a loser who pretended to be the owner of a country, at least in the Abuja area, and has used its power to commit all kinds of plunder.

It was enough to be taken as the first target of the peacekeepers.

“If you come, come and see these damn things. At least I won’t die alone!”

The head of the Calabar Military Government.

Calaba made up his mind.

Of course, I wasn’t foolish enough to believe that I could beat the peacekeepers with all my heart.

The main axis of the peacekeeping force is the elite of the seven guilds.

Even if only a few of them came forward, they had the power to push away a few small countries.

Even so, there was a calculation of his own that he did not run away.

‘Even if you can’t win, you just have to persevere. Then I can take the citizens hostage and surrender on favorable terms!’

Abuja is already fortified.

Even if it was impossible to win head-on, it was possible to turn off time using buildings and citizens as shields.

Because they can’t fight without caring about the damage to 1 million civilians, even though they’re nameless peacekeepers.

so hold on like this

Then, look at the right opportunity, negotiate surrender, receive a ransom from the citizens, and retire splendidly.

This plan is perfect.

Calaba had no doubts.

That is until a figure appeared among the peacekeepers who were besieging the city.

jerk jerk.

“…What is that beggar?”

shabby attire.

A suit without a weapon.

Even a slow gait there.

Looking at the brown-skinned monk who looked out of place on this battlefield, Kalaba frowned.

‘Is it an emissary for surrender negotiations?’

Calaba felt offended.

Even if Plague Prince Pascal directly suggested surrender, he would send an idiot who didn’t even look like a high-level player as a messenger when he had to weigh the conditions.

Because it couldn’t have happened without ignoring myself.

So it was.

He grabbed the communicator and gave instructions.

“Hey, shoot one in the leg.”

[Don’t guess?]

“Yes. Instead, get frightened and urinate.”

[That’s easy.]

Taang!

I hear laughter

after a short period of time.

A single gunshot fired a stone fragment from the priest’s feet.

It was an accurate sniping, befitting a player with shooting skills, and it would have been frightening to a normal person.

that buck

But the monk did not stop.

A few gunshots rang out.

whether a bullet is lodged in his feet.

Far from collapsing or running away, he just continued to move without shaking.

“Is that bastard… looking down on me?”

As if they were sure they could never touch him, the messenger of the peacekeepers.

Seeing that action without the slightest hesitation, Kaliva gave a new order after grinding his teeth.

“Hey, just get it right. If possible, with special bullets!”

[Removal Is it made in Russia? If even a high-level player gets hit, it goes to the goal.]

“It won’t be enough if you blow only one leg, not the head, you bastard.”

[You have a tricky order.]

The sniper grumbled but followed the instructions.

It was the same for him that his pride was hurt because his bullets were ignored.

clap.

change the ammo.

put a monk in the scope

The skill he possesses is [100,000,100,000].

The moment you pull the trigger while activating a rare skill that can hit the target 100% if you follow the performance of the firearm.

Taang!

With the heavy recoil of the rifle.

A loud gunshot rang out.

A bullet is fired.

About 900 m/s.

More than twice as fast as sound.

Even ignoring all defensive abilities.

A special bullet that will blow off an entire limb if hit.

The moment when it hit the monk’s left leg with the penetrating power and impact force of its terrifying speed intact.

Kaaaang!

Loud sparks fly.

A crushed bullet ricocheted out.

[…Huh?]

“You bastard, did I tell you to shoot special bullets?”

[No, it was a special shot.]

“If you’re going to make an excuse, do it properly, you bastard. If what you shot was a special bullet, what kind of dungeon-made alloy is that bastard’s body?”

[That’s strange…]

Of course, Calabar.

Even the sniper who fired the gun didn’t panic until then.

In the first place, high-level players are beings that cannot be used with general firearms.

In particular, it was possible for players with defense-type skills to deflect normal bullets with their bare bodies.

I mistakenly thought that I was using regular bullets instead of special bullets.

[Then, this time with special bullets…]

Taang Kang!

[…Damn, how come the price was cheap, black market bastards sold fakes. Then, not Russian, but Egyptian.]

Tang Kaang.

[…]

Kang Kaang Kaaang!

But that was until then.

What they could joke about.

Make sure it’s a special bullet.

Deliberately changing ammunition.

At all, aiming for the forehead, etc.

Every time the special bullets hit by changing the method several times bounced off, the sniper’s words decreased and Calaba’s face hardened.

It wasn’t just because he realized there was no problem with special bullets.

Even after being hit by bullets in succession.

Don’t get scared or run away.

without running or hiding.

The figure of the monk slowly approaching the city with an unchanging appearance.

It sent chills down my spine.

‘It’s just a rather unusual skill.’

‘A few high-level players can catch it.’

‘I don’t know if I overreact for no reason, but the morale of the soldiers will fall.’

Reason judged so.

But the instinct that kept him alive in all kinds of battlefields shouted.

You can’t let ‘that’ approach you.

what to do quickly

And it was decided which he should choose between a wavering reason and a screaming instinct.

Like that…

“…Shoot.”

[Yes?]

“Shoot everyone, bastards!”

The nightmare has begun.

* * *

Tadadang! Phuong kwagwagwang!

Firearms given to special shooters emit fire and special bullets that are said to be more expensive than gold.

The gun barrel of the tank oscillates and the shells explode, and in the aftermath, the windows around it are shattered.

Lightning dropped by high-level players dyes the world white, and red rays cross the air.

It is literally concentrated saturation.

It was a bombardment more than enough to reduce several small villages to ashes in an instant.

But at this very moment.

The faces of those who poured out that firepower were pale.

that buck

Even in the midst of loud gunfire and explosions.

Resonating toxic and clear.

much lower and stiller.

A creepy sound.

And a figure vaguely visible through the smoky smoke smoke was staining their eyes with fear.

“Aww! Go Nemea!”

Was it because I couldn’t stand the fear?

At one player’s screaming cry, a huge lion pounced on the figure.

The charge of a lion whose entire body is made of brass is bloody itself.

Leaving its teeth and claws, it was enough to blow away a tolerable tank just by colliding with the body.

Awesome!

But right after the crash.

It was the brass lion that fell.

It was the result of the human figure in the smoke wholly slicing the brass lion in two simply by lightly extending one hand and making a vertical stroke.

Unbelievable even after seeing it.

But it was a familiar sight, at least to the soldiers who were pouring fire.

Because it’s that person.

In other words, it was repeated countless times until the brown-skinned monk entered the middle of the city.

whether it’s a train

Whether it’s a collapsed building.

Or even human.

“what…? What the hell is ‘that’…!”

At first they thought they were overreacting until Calaba ordered an all-out attack.

Any high level player.

Whether you have a rare skill or not.

Only one opponent.

Wouldn’t it be unknown if it was an absolute monarch?

Receiving the firepower of thousands armed with high-tech weapons from the front was a perfect thing for even a tolerable large-supply player to die.

But now I realized.

That Calaba’s instructions weren’t overreacting, they were completely wrong.

『Mu-Ae-mu-gung vs. Japan

無碍無窮 大一

Karma’s Sword

Back宿命刀背』

bullets too.

shells too.

bomb too.

flames too.

gas too.

electricity too.

rays too.

cold air.

Even the blade.

Nothing works.

neither avoid nor block.

The figure of a monk who took all the attacks with his bare body and yet remained unscathed.

On the other hand, all kinds of weapons and remains of human bodies that could not last even for a moment and were cut to pieces on the way the monk had passed.

and from the beginning until now.

not changed at all.

slow step.

forced me to know the truth.

From the moment that brown-skinned monk appeared, there was one thing they should have done.

The fact that he was about to run away.

Tadadang bang bang…

that was it.

The ones who had been pouring out fire like crazy stopped pulling the trigger one by one before they knew it.

The intense appearance a while ago seemed to be a dream.

A battlefield that has become silent.

across the middle.

The monk, who was walking slowly, stopped for the first time.

Then, he spoke to Calaba, whose face was entangled with all sorts of emotions, including surprise, fear, despair and resignation.

“You choose.”

“…”

“Will you fight to the end and shed meaningless blood? Or will you surrender peacefully?”

A superman with an indomitable body who endured all kinds of weapons and mysteries, even the sword of a sword master.

To create a peaceful world by eliminating all borders.

He is the one who caused World War II.

ultimate pacifist.

And seeing the gentle smile of Gandhi, the swordsman, who walked right in front of him while cutting down even the civilians he held as hostages along with the soldiers.

Kaliba knelt down.

dump.

That was the first war of peacekeepers.

It was the beginning of another chaos that would shake Africa…

and the moment when the existence of the resurrected Sword Masters was revealed to the world.

* * *

Calabar Military Government surrendered.

Annihilate the Iron Desert Bandits.

The disbanding of the Free People’s Liberation Army, etc.

Beginning with the first war, the peacekeepers’ victories resounded one after another.

Of course, as long as they put forward peace as the cause, their targets were only the notorious forces in Africa.

In addition, in areas where the war ended, they actively participated in public service by distributing support materials.

Civilians in the conquered area received them amicably, and other military leaders in the vicinity were relieved that they were off target.

“The World Federation is also doing interesting things.”

Of course, there were those who could not accept the victory with a smile.

one of those representative ones.

Hasneti asked in a muffled voice.

“What do you think?”

“Hey, Pharaoh? I wish I could ask such an important question a little more with the time, place, and circumstances.”

“Is something wrong?”

“…No, I’ll just say no.”

How did things get to this point?

While sighing in many ways, Limon gave his opinion on Hasneti’s question.

“As for what the peacekeepers are doing, the pharaoh is probably right.”

“As expected.”

“No matter how you look at it, it’s the same as back then.”

Limon clicked his tongue.

and right below you.

He said with a serious face to Hasneti, who was lying on the bed wearing only a thin veil and receiving a massage from him.

“This damn swordsman is going to start a world war again here.”