Solo Swordmaster

#894. You have no choice,

the Tower of Babel.

One of the grandest buildings in human history.

In particular, Babel was one of the pride of the Indians in that it was built without the intervention of the fairy queen, even if it borrowed the power of the spirit.

Even the Great Labyrinth, one of the strongest magics of the Silver Age, was modeled after Babel.

Although the spirit corps collapsed and became a symbol of their arrogance and mistakes.

Indians anyway.

In particular, even the ruins were a place that refreshed emotions for the strong bison, the shaman of the Continental Guardian.

…Just now.

That is, until there is a direct passage from the collapsed upper floor to the basement floor.

“Heh heh heh….”

When emotions get too intense, they become calmer.

Right now at this moment.

The stalwart bison could understand the proverb 130%.

Even though the legendary cultural property was smashed right in front of their noses because it was not historical,

their own behavior of laughing at the sight was the perfect proof of that proverb.

“Don’t cry, shaman man. A living person is more important than a dead building, right?”

“…yes, of course.”

until you give the answer.

I imagined a mighty bison.

What would have happened if he had said the same thing to the other shaman of the Continental Guardian, especially his own teacher.

And I kindly gave up on that imagination.

It was because he did not want to see the Continental Guardians perish in a bloody battle with the last sword master.

Right now, he felt like he wanted to throw away the photon cannon because his heart ached at the sight of the hole in front of his eyes.

But what can I do?

already drilled a hole

It is also impossible to fill.

Even if you shoot a photon cannon, you won’t be able to hurt the culprit.

Whether or not he shed a soulless laugh after passing through resignation and entering the state of liberation.

Limon jumped down without a moment’s hesitation into the passage that penetrated the 666th floor of the tower of Babel he had created.

The stalwart bison, too, had no choice but to hold back his boiling feelings and follow Limon into the hole.

Could it be called Babel?

worthy of its historical prestige.

There were many dangers and obstacles in the basement of the Tower of Babel.

The 90mm thick elemental alloy barrier that can block even the most powerful attacks is Yakwa.

Photon cannons, heat-ray cannons, electronic cannons, guided warheads, and so on, the number of all sorts of magic tools placed on each floor was hard to count.

Any absolutes, of course.

Even a sword master had to fight to the death to break through head-on.

“Tsk, this is annoying.”

“…”

…Of course, that was the story of an ordinary sword master.

Miroden.

any defense facility.

Whether it’s a dreamroid that pops out from time to time.

Drill a hole in the sword all the way to the bottom.

Looking at Limon, who was just calmly dealing with it, the strong bison closed its eyes tightly.

It was because I couldn’t bear to see the hard work of our ancestors who had worked for hundreds of years to create a defense facility that could be penetrated in just 10 minutes.

But what can I do?

This man is the guardian of mankind.

It was a monster that would do anything to protect humanity.

As a mere shaman, he had no choice but to endure indigestion and silently follow Limon.

100 floors.

The difficulty that tests patience and mentality in a vast labyrinth is ignored by an open hole.

200th floor.

Pass lightly through challenges that test your understanding of nature, such as a submerged lake and a lava-infested bridge.

300 floors.

It jumps in front of the guardians who ask for a lot of knowledge and wisdom passed down from ancient times to modern times.

400 floors.

From barriers made of steel and spirit alloys to guardian spirits, she crosses barriers that must be overcome with strength.

500 floors.

Layers of barriers and defenses made so that only pure-blooded Indians could pass through them become meaningless.

600 floors.

It passes through numerous devices and spirits arranged so that even the absolute can block them.

So…

the 666th floor.

Before only 10 minutes had passed.

In the midst of a strong bison reaching the bottom of the barbell, making a complex expression of dejection and bitterness.

Having dealt with the fallen spirits guarding the underground, Limon slashed through the many layers of the spirit alloy wall and moved toward the center of Babel.

and at the end.

Limon finally found it.

The deepest closed room in Babel.

A glass tube connected to numerous cables in the middle of a particularly large dark laboratory.

through the clear glass.

With both eyes closed quietly.

Indian girl sleeping soundly.

“-found.”

* * *

I finally found the disciple who disappeared after running away from the sword gun after a journey across the continent.

Limon did not move hastily.

It was because the appearance of a running repairman sleeping in a glass coffin looked very unusual.

It was the same in the eyes of the mighty bison.

“That capsule…”

“Do you know anything, shaman man?”

“Anyway, it looks like a Matrix device.”

“If it’s Matrix, is it the virtual space where the Fallen Spirit raised Suri?”

“exactly. In addition, it seems that various functions have been added, including medical functions.”

“…That means that it maintains the life force of the repair.”

Limon sighed.

After Wanderer died.

The sword masters she resurrected also broke the law of resuscitation.

In the case of Anastasia, it was expected that the condition of the running repair would not be normal.

That’s why I rushed to find her as soon as I found her traces…

‘I don’t know if I should call this fortunate.’

I don’t think the running Suri came here knowing that there is a recovery capsule, but she was a Sorcerer before she was a Sword Master.

Even though it wasn’t a spirit beast, it was a being that could communicate with corrupted spirits, albeit in a limited way.

Whether the fallen spirits told me about this place.

Or did you bring it yourself?

It was not incomprehensible that she, who had lost her life and was dying, had come to this kind of misery.

One problem.

“Isn’t that capsule the device that connects Suri and Dreamroid?”

“Perhaps.”

“Then what if I stop that device?”

“Dreamroid will stop, but…”

“It means that there is no guarantee what the repair will be like.”

“exactly.”

Matrix, which connects directly to brain waves and draws users into a virtual space that is no different from reality, is a legacy of ancient spirits.

It was a super-high technology that couldn’t be interpreted even with magic that couldn’t be compared to VR or holograms.

What would happen if the matrix connection device with medical function was suddenly stopped?

The result was something that even the mighty bison, a shaman, could not be sure of.

“Can’t we disable only the function of Dreamroid while leaving the medical function?”

“…If we bring the elders of the tribe and study together, we can find a way, but we need at least a few days.”

“A few days…”

Limon frowned.

I don’t know if there are any problems.

While Dreamroids that even use swords are coming out one after another.

It was difficult no matter how hard it was to endure for several days in this place like the nest of the fallen spirits.

Especially since we don’t know where and how many Dreamroids were made, and it’s hard to be sure of the safety of the Indian borough.

‘…Should I gamble?’

If you forcibly stop the connection device, running repairs can be dangerous, but on the contrary, it can be safe.

Let’s take a look at the odds.

Or search the canyon, destroy all the Dreamroids and production facilities, clean up the corrupted spirits, bring in the shaman, and safely disconnect the devices.

I’m thinking about two options.

Limon fiddled with the platinum-colored carving knife.

It wasn’t an easy decision to make either way, given the risk involved.

But that was only for a moment.

Giing.

The lights everywhere are dimmed.

The moment I heard a heavy mechanical sound.

Holes were opened in the walls, ceilings and floors.

And…

Jeebeok jibbeok.

“…I wonder if there was a Dreamroid production facility here.”

An Indian girl over ten who slowly emerges from every hole.

It seems like you’re already ready to fight.

While holding daggers in both hands, the strong bison groaned at the sight of the Dreamroid surrounded in all directions with an expressionless face.

Limon clicked his tongue.

“…I have no choice.”

“Have you decided?”

“okay.”

Ugh.

Limon asked quietly as he pulled out a blade made of light from a platinum carving knife.

“What should I do to stop this device?”

“Cut the cable. If there is a safety device left, the connection will be disconnected safely with just that.”

Of course, that’s a story when there is a safety device.

Even he couldn’t guarantee that there would be a safety device in this device that had been managed by the fallen spirits and even remodeled.

And what are the risks of disconnecting the cable without a safety device.

The mighty bison did not speak.

Limon didn’t even bother to ask.

Instead, he just pointed his sword at the capsule where the running repairman was sleeping.

The Dreamroids moved to stop him, but it was too late.

Limon was already swinging his sword at the cable connected to the capsule before they even set foot.

That was the moment.

So far, no motion.

A girl lying dead in a capsule.

The eyelids of the running eagle twitched and then slowly opened.

And so, the moment when her hazy eyes, as if drunk in a dream, caught Limon’s golden eyes in her field of vision.

『Drunk moon dream knife. A

deep

dream

.

_

Limon was swallowed.

* * *

“Af Pa Raha!”

[Ap Fa Laha.]

The moment I memorized the spell.

What spreads is the canvas.

Lightning pours down, mountains fall, and flowers flutter from a huge canvas with graffiti-like drawings.

It’s a feast of destruction.

It was a baptism of magic enough to drive even a tolerable absolute into a corner, who had the power to surpass even the great witch due to the union of gods and demons.

『Drunk moon dream knife. Hwanye

醉中月夢中劍夢藝When

you wake up from a dream, there is

nothing

. I hate the real Indian sister’s sword!”

…So, in the end, it was nothing more than scribbles that melted like a dream overnight.

Of course, as soon as a dreamroid swings a dagger, its own magic disappears like a mirage.

Seeing the phenomenon approaching as if it were going to eat her, Yuna-gyeong flapped her wings and ran away, crying.

It was because he knew that if he was swallowed by her sword robe, he would melt like a mirage.

It wasn’t just Yuna-kyung who was struggling so much.

“Fire the photon cannon!”

“Don’t let them come! Keep your distance thoroughly and fight!”

“No. 13! The main frame breakage rate exceeded 43%! Get out of here!”

Kwagwagwang!

A cyborgized shaman and a demon spirit.

A spiritist who commands the sentinel spirits.

Warriors manning armor, and more.

The power of the Indian Autonomous District was mobilized, and various firearms and magic spheres were being fired.

Its firepower is truly overwhelming.

Like the elite of the Indian Autonomous District, which had been around since the distant golden age, they were able to wipe out the armies of even the most powerful countries in an instant.

The problem was that their opponent was a dreamroid, not just an army.

Every time the Dreamroids used their swords, their gunfire vanished in vain and the spirits were swept away.

It’s fortunate that there are spirits.

If they didn’t become a shield, there would have been a lot of casualties.

But whatever.

The law has limits.

A dreamroid that broke through their fire net raised a dagger.

The Indians widened their eyes as they saw the sign of the sword that was about to be manifested at the tip of the sword.