Solo Swordmaster

#812. I’m in a hurry.

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Pababababat!

What spreads from the tip of the sword is a splendid herbivore.

Maybe it’s because only the martial arts he trained his whole life are engraved in his body.

Or is it because the soul is being squeezed out by a cursed body that is nothing but bones.

The Skeleton Soldier’s swordsmanship, which swung the sword five times in an instant, was so sharp that even a tolerable master could struggle.

Kwajik!

but right after that.

Skeletons are shattered.

It was the result of the ghost knight riding the ghost horse, piercing through and trampling on the skeleton soldier.

The Ghost Knight did not stop there.

With a massive lance at the forefront, every time you trample a Skeleton Soldier with the streptoids you learned during your lifetime, you double the impact and increase your speed.

in the pouring downpour

It is more like a chariot than a horse riding through the enemy lines alone.

It was a man-to-many mace that would crush and break through the modern army armed with firearms as well as the Middle Ages.

Quaang!

It was the hole that stopped the rush.

The moment you want the ground to shake.

It was the result of a giant corpse worm protruding through the ground and swallowing the ghost horse whole.

The ghost knight who jumped up from the previous ghost horse fell in the air and pierced the corpse bug’s head with a spear to complete the revenge of the horse.

It was slashed by the blades of the Skeleton Soldiers pouring down from all sides and scattered into fog.

Tuung. Tuung.

There are dozens of Jiangshi to block the knights from entering through the camp that the ghost knights invaded.

When he jumped high in the air with his arms outstretched forward, then slammed down on the ground, causing a huge explosion and blowing dozens of knights away.

The iron marbles thrown into the bomb stream pierce them, the pressure of the deep-water pressure current drives them into the ground, and the torus hammer crushes them.

Aaaaaaaagh!

On the other hand, when the evil spirit that has been swirling in the air pours out curses along with screams, driving the ghost horse crazy.

The ghost knight, wearing the paladin’s armor, held out the holy relic to block the curse and purify the evil spirits.

The ghost knight’s attack, which poured flames from his magic sword and vaporized the enemy along with the rain, raged while burning, and the ghoul rushed in and bit the scruff of the neck.

It’s a real mess.

No, it was Sura Hell itself.

A ghost knight who returned from the underworld to protect London.

The Immortal Corps can only die if London is destroyed.

The dead, who were the same in that they were not afraid of each other’s death, fought so fiercely.

Even though it was still raining heavily, rotten blood and corpses flowed like streams on the ground and the air was filled with fog.

And if you look purely at the two forces.

Of the two, it was the Ghost Knights who had the upper hand.

The undead created by Wanderer from Manmamun’s corpse were obviously powerful, but the same goes for the ghost knights who were masters of the Blue Dragon Clan.

Even though space movement was blocked, the martial arts learned in life were still the same.

Even compared to the undead that Izzy had disappeared, it wasn’t too far behind.

So, it was the numbers that mattered.

The total number of immortal corps is in the thousands.

As much as Manmamundo, who was annihilated by the Sword Master, was turned into undead, it was comparable to a clan of the Seven Dragons.

However, the number of ghost knights is tens of thousands.

It was a phenomenal number made possible because Avalon summoned all the knights of the Blue Dragon Clan, who had been active for the past hundreds of years, to the underworld.

As long as the strength of the individuals were equal, the difference in this overwhelming number soon became the difference in power.

nonetheless at this moment.

The Ghost Knights were unable to overwhelm the Immortal Corps.

It was because there was an existence that surpassed even the difference in numbers in the Immortal Corps, even if they were pushed back as a military force.

A monster called the Absolute.

Quaang!!!

Every time you wield a sword, the ghost knight explodes into pieces, and the formation is disturbed in the dispersing fog.

No matter how many times the knights rush.

Standing firm and holding on.

The existence of Gandhi, who destroys everything with his iron fist, is literally a wedge.

It was an obstacle that made it impossible to wipe out the Immortal Corps, which could not be scratched even with tens of thousands of troops.

and another one.

Dig!

Leading the monstrosity and penetrating the troops is a bloody human figure.

The spear wielded by the alter ego created by Vlad with black magic contained the power and skill of the original owner.

Even if the sword was not included, quite a few knights were unable to block the blow.

Gandhi, the sword, the invincible shield.

The alter ego of Vlad, the strongest spear.

The existence of the two made this fight a melee, overcoming the gap in forces of over 10,000 units.

It wouldn’t be strange even if tens of thousands of troops were horribly swept away by just the two of them.

Even so, there are three reasons why the Ghost Knights can still sweep the Immortal Corps.

[Cry, Clarent!]

[Sing, Fail-Not!]

[Rise, my shield!]

The moment the faint voice rang out.

The magic sword that destroys all indomitability bruises Gandhi’s body.

Dozens of arrows flew in zigzags aiming at Vlad’s alter ego.

The hugely swollen cross shield forms the wall and blocks the monsters from rushing.

They weren’t the only ones.

A window enlarged nine times.

A knife as clear as ice.

Armor that shines like the sun.

Above all, a sword that vomits starlight.

Even on this battlefield where heavy rain was pouring, they were shining colorfully and blocking Gandhi and Vlad.

Knights of the Round Table.

Thirteen magic knights who threatened even the absolute with the weapons they received as great warriors of the great witch and the saints.

The magical power wielded by countless magic knights, led by them, held the Sword Master’s feet in all sorts of mysteries.

[Thirty-six North Heads Qinggangjin deployed!]

“Don’t forget that the princess is fighting for her life right now!”

and another one.

A translucent 30-year-old ghost.

And the six living knights.

Even though they are not absolute, each of them is a class master who has risen to the level of founder.

Regardless of whether they are dead or alive, they work together to assist the magic knights.

It amplified the psionics flowing throughout the battlefield.

Thanks to that, even though the space was blocked, the blue dragon clan was able to perform martial arts with overflowing psionics.

“Oh, it’s a battlefield. I’m not a fan of melee like this.”

and another one.

above the London sky.

Leisurely overlooking the battlefield.

Of course, commanding the ghost knights to reorganize the disorganized forces and dig into the immortal corps’ loopholes.

Sometimes, with the witches of the 27 lineages of magic, Shire controls the flow of the war situation by applying appropriate magic whenever necessary.

She is the Empress of the Roman Empire.

She was the Sorceress Queen who almost conquered the world.

The skillful yet thorough command thoroughly blocked any gaps.

Thanks to that, the battle situation continued to be close.

Even though they were pushing and pushing each other, they were not leaning unilaterally to one side, and they were connected in a precarious manner.

‘At this rate…!’

So it was.

Fighting fiercely with Vlad.

Why is Rose hopeful?

Not being pushed means you can win.

As he was gradually getting used to handling the dragon’s power, he didn’t know if it would be possible to defeat Vlad with luck.

Especially since his condition seems to have gotten worse after using black magic.

No, even if I didn’t win, it didn’t matter.

Buying time for citizens to evacuate.

If that was achieved, just running away with the rest of the clan would be the same as winning.

Above all, she believed.

If you just hold on like this.

that he will come

The groom he loves more than anyone else and the protector of mankind who never looks down on evil.

That’s why it was a time when Rose swung her sword even sharper with such hope.

“…is it about time?”

“…?”

“I’m sorry.”

with a soft whisper.

While he was puzzled by Vlad’s stare at him with heavy sunken eyes.

Rose felt a chill.

Because I realized it too late.

Vlad’s eyes were not on him, but on the other side.

Something is wrong.

The moment when Rose hurriedly looked back in Vlad’s gaze even while fighting in such an instinctive sense of danger.

Palak.

petals.

started to scatter.

The place Rose and Vlad were looking at.

In the heart of London covered in thick fog as the London Showdown kicks off.

“not…!”

What does it mean.

Because I knew it as soon as I saw it.

Rose raised her psionic.

No matter how heavy the burden on the body is, in order to cross the space and prevent it.

But she was too late.

Before even crossing the space.

Because the petals were already spreading in all directions.

Towards the towers of 27 buildings standing as if encircling London, and the broomstick floating in the distant sky.

And so, the moment the storm of petals swept them away.

Qurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

27 building towers collapsed.

The split broom falls down.

The tens of thousands of ghost knights scattered like dew melted in the morning sun.

The tower of the building, which was the magician of the 27 genealogy of magic and the nucleus of the London confrontation system, collapsed, and Syr and the witches were attacked, and the activation of the barrier was canceled.

The rest of the despair at the sight.

With Rose’s back revealing a gap.

The bloody spear was hurled without a moment’s hesitation.

And…

Fuuk!

On the battlefield where heavy rain poured down.

A rain of red blood was scattered.

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Chow ah!

A transparent line unfolds.

After hearing a sharp cutting sound.

What falls suddenly is the body that has been cut in two.

At the end of looking at the corpse of the hero guild member who fought desperately until the end with an expressionless face.

The white-haired girl asked bluntly.

“Tata, I want to know if this is the last time.”

“Yes, fortunately, Lee is the last terrorist identified so far by the Holy League.”

Only then do you do it.

After reaping the gifts that were spread out.

Ainsha slowly turned her head.

Then, looking at the bloody temple with sunken eyes that were particularly transparent than usual, she opened her pink lips again.

“I want to know if you are ready.”

“Of course. All the elite members of the clan, including the Shenryongdae, can depart immediately.”

“Then we move right away.”

“Yes, Princess.”

Doesn’t seem like a waste of time to talk.

Ainsha repeatedly asked as she moved towards the private plane with Tata who answered with a stiff face.

“I want to know if there is any contact from London yet.”

“Unfortunately, all communications are still blocked, not just in London, but across the UK.”

“Hurry up. The situation is not serious.”

Still expressionless.

However, Ainsha’s eyes were filled with nervousness.

Why did he lose contact with London at this time when unidentified high-level players started a worldwide terror

? Because he knew all too well

what the heavy rain and the mighty psionics he felt meant.

That it might be too late.

But he couldn’t help it.

The indiscriminate massacre of the terrorists, including the big supply players, was too clever.

If Ainsha hadn’t stepped forward directly, they would have caused many times more damage than they do now, avoiding the White Dragon Clan and wandering around the weak temple… Even so, it was bittersweet that

there were thousands of casualties, including priests and civilians alike.

Knowing how thorough their raid had been,

on a private plane and

departing for London,

Ainsha looked out the window and

looked out the other side of the sky, still covered in heavy rain and dark clouds, and muttered in a low voice,

“…I have a foreboding feeling. ”

Please, sincerely praying that Limon wouldn’t be sad. The

world’s greatest prophet quietly closed his eyes.