Solo Swordmaster

#895. Die or die!

『Seventy-two kinds of martial arts, eleven verses,

seven twelve kinds of martial arts, 十一絶

celestial dragon great extinction,

天龍大滅劫』

Kwaaang!!!

A golden flash explodes.

The doll of the girl who was about to wield the dagger was blown back with a smashed figure.

Truly an easy car.

It was a situation that could only be said to be a lifesaver for the Indian unit, which was almost swept away by Dreamroid’s sword.

However, there was no joy or relief on their faces.

Instead, he had a strange expression as if he had swallowed a piece of a broken plate while trying to avoid poisoned food.

If it was someone else who helped them.

No, even if it was a bluebird or a spirit, they would have been relieved and grateful.

Even so, there is one reason why they couldn’t be happy with this situation.

Because it wasn’t humans who stopped Dreamroid.

“Fix the battle lines.”

Golden wings wide open.

graceful horns.

up to the graceful tail.

Even if it resembles a human.

A blonde beauty who is incomparably stronger and mysterious than humans and possesses even more transcendent beauty.

Charlotte said softly as she pulled the trigger on the gun in her hand.

“No matter how insignificant you are, if you fight together like ants, you should be able to protect yourself.”

“You arrogant…!”

“You dare to be a descendant of a cursed dragon!”

“It’s not enough that you entered our holy land. Such absurd remarks! Do you really want to die?”

Indians heard it.

In particular, even in the Continental Guardian, the Unryeongsa, who have lived for hundreds of years, showed their lives in a fit of anger.

Some of them even pointed their guns at her.

It was natural.

After the golden dragon army conquered the North American continent in the past.

Because the white people who broke their pride, especially the Golden Dragon clan, became an existence that the Continental Guardians must eradicate.

Moreover, it was no exaggeration to say that Princess Geumryong, the descendant of the dragon, was the archenemy of Cheolcheon to them.

Under other circumstances, I would have tried to get rid of her without even looking back.

But…

“I want them all fixed.”

“Little squirrel! Are you, a shaman, siding with the descendants of the dragon right now!”

“There is no side of me here. There are only those who are defending our Indian Territory and those who are trying to invade.”

“Keugh…!”

If they don’t want to destroy that historic holy place in their own hands, they’re in a position to join hands with the devil, not the descendant of the dragon.

At the words of the little squirrel, who spoke calmly, the Continental Guardians, including the Unryeongsa, gritted their teeth.

There are dozens of Dreamroids currently appearing.

It was not a number that even the power of the Indian Autonomous District, including the three Unmyeongsa, dared to handle.

Even Yuna-kyung, who was equipped with an ancient spirit and achieved the fusion of gods and demons, was struggling against only two weapons.

Even so, the reason they were able to keep the Indian Autonomous District so far is one thing in the end.

It was thanks to Charlotte, who was guarding the middle of the front line.

Ugh.

A golden glow spreads out.

The remains of all kinds of spirits rolling around rise into the air, disassemble, melt, and reassemble to form a complete firearm.

The moment when the firearm was soaked with golden brilliance.

『Seventy-two kinds of martial arts, eleven festivals,

seventy-two kinds of martial

arts, seventy- six bullets

, three sixteen bullets, and

three heavenly underworld.

A golden storm pours down.

Like waves overlapping to create a tidal wave.

Thirty-six bullets imbued with mighty telekinesis were overlapping each other, and waves of enormous power swirled and swept the Dreamroid.

No matter how desperate your swordsmanship is.

You cannot change the weight.

Except for some individuals with daggers embedded in the ground, the Dreamroids flew away like sheets of paper swept away by a storm.

Besides, that wasn’t the only thing Charlotte was doing.

Papababat!

cut your throat

aiming for the eyes

aiming at the heart

The dagger that swung like lightning was received one by one with both limbs covered in golden scales.

push it out with the palm of your hand

hit with fist

dripping on the back of your hand

prick it with your fingernail

block with horns

Kick with your legs.

bouncing with wings

coiled around the tail

The martial art of engaging in close combat with two Dreamroids using the Sword Master’s swordsmanship is truly phenomenal.

Even a sword master who was able to do it because she was the creator of the Yangui Shingoryu was awe-inspiring.

Even the Continental Guardians, who looked at Charlotte with resentful eyes, moaned at the feat, but couldn’t deny it.

But the key to keeping the front line.

Charlotte’s condition was never good.

He is barely holding on with the help of his mighty physical ability and telekinesis obtained by strengthening the dragon’s body with psionics.

The combined effort of the two Dreamroids was forcing her to cross the line of fire every minute and every second.

『Drunk moon dream knife…』

Peruk!

The most dangerous of all was Dreamroid’s sword.

Even Charlotte, who is called the strongest of the Seven Dragons, couldn’t even handle the sword.

In the end, Charlotte had no choice but to thoroughly prevent them from using swords.

Against a total of four Dreamroids that are holding in check with telekinesis, including the two that compete directly in their hands.

It’s a real fight.

Even with the support of the spirits and Indians.

As they were in a tight situation to protect themselves, the burden she had to bear was even greater.

And the burden didn’t just make her tired and weary.

sigh.

The pain rises.

deep in the heart.

to every corner of the body.

It reached an irreversible point due to repeated groups in the past, but it was barely suppressed by Limon’s dragon psionic.

It recurred and tormented her in the fierce fierce battle beyond its limits.

But he vomited red blood.

Even if the scales all over the body are broken.

Charlotte doesn’t even bother.

Didn’t even run away.

He raised his psionic power to the limit and continued to engage in fierce battles with Dreamroid.

As the arrogant Golden Dragon Princess.

Also, as a bride requested by him.

It was because there was no such thing as an option to run away from this place to her in the first place.

Even the Continental Guardians and the Golden Dragon Princess.

Originally, beings with a history and story that could never be woven together fought against the Dreamroid by joining forces.

But there are limits to anything.

The fierce battle continues.

Charlotte’s internal wounds deepen.

The more broken spirits increase.

Keeping the frontlines was getting more and more difficult.

In the fierce battle, Yuna-kyung, who gradually felt the limit, eventually gritted her teeth.

“Eight, since it’s like this, either die or die!”

Charleuk!

Yuna-kyung flew high into the sky, shaking off her feathers and pouring out the huge castings she had, and chanted a spell with She-ra.

It’s like a prayer.

like a song.

The spell reaches its climax.

The moment Nakyung Yun’s cast was wrapped in bright light.

Shenagat, an armored

goddess

, has descended on the land where the fiercest battles were fought against the religious forces of the Silver Age in the past.

* * *

Booths.

She opened her eyes.

Maybe it’s because I’m still sleepy.

Staring into space with cloudy eyes.

Take a moment to rub your eyes with your front paws.

“Haaam….”

Crouched down, then knelt down, arms stretched out in front of me, stretching like a cat.

After a lazy yawn.

She thought, scratching the back of her neck with her hind legs.

Will I close my eyes again and fall into a blissful dreamland, or will I just wake up?

sniff sniff.

What put an end to her conflict was the sweet scent that brushed her nose.

Even though she wasn’t hungry, she ambled along in pursuit of the smell that made her mouth water.

the place you have reached.

She bowed her head accustomed to the river flowing with white liquid and golden slime.

gulp gulp.

Each time the white liquid is swallowed, what permeates is the mild taste and fullness.

Each time you lick the golden slime, the sweet scent and satisfaction permeate you.

After filling her stomach like that, she licked the milk and honey from her red lips with her soft tongue.

and crouched down.

I looked around leisurely.

Whoops.

The warm sun warming the skin.

A cool breeze brushes your cheeks.

Even soft bushes that tickle your toes.

In that affluent space that makes you feel good just by being still, bask in the sun for a while with your body not wearing a single thread.

Walk around again and move on.

She headed into the woods.

And at the end of looking around moderately, the moment when I rubbed my back against a large tree.

thud! do.

falling lambs.

with hair all over the body.

She lifted the whole lamb, which was perfectly browned to eat, with a grin.

and ang

I just stuck my teeth into it.

back.

Is it because the meat is so big?

Or is it because her mouth is small?

Mutton that does not break easily even with its dainty teeth inserted.

But as if she was used to it, she turned her head to the side as if she had driven her teeth into it.

Chewy.

according to muscle tone.

Meat cut into long strips.

The moment I swallowed it as it is.

The rich fat and oil mixed with protein spreads the taste and aroma as it melts on the tongue.

chaw.

chaw.

Another bite.

It takes a long time to enjoy the taste that you will not get tired of eating and drinking.

In the end, he stopped eating only after eating nearly half of the lamb that was the size of his own body.

she got up

Then, with the remaining lamb in his mouth, he wandered around and headed for a spring in the forest.

As if eating only meat was harmful to the body, sometimes apples or watermelons fell from nearby trees.

But she didn’t even pay attention to those scraps of grass.

I don’t like fruit. Because your body is weak.

The meat is good. Because your body is strong.

More than anything, according to the instinctive craving that is more important than the simple that meat is more delicious.

She laid down the half-meat next to the fountain and passed the time leisurely.

Eat another piece of meat.

Drink clear spring water.

bask in the bright sun

with the wind

like that.

Pleasant and peaceful time.

Keep sending forever.

She suddenly lifted her front paw.

And I thought, looking at the long, smooth, fine fingers without a single hair.

It’s ugly.

If his claws were sharp, he would have been able to tear apart such soft meat more easily.

If he had a bigger mouth, he would have been able to swallow it in one bite without cutting off bits and pieces.

If he had thick hair, he wouldn’t have stung his skin just by getting some sun exposure.

At least if they had feathers, they would have been able to spread their wings and fly.

But unfortunately.

She had nothing.

Without hard claws, sharp teeth, strong leather, or mysterious fins.

Frail fingers, soft mouth, fine skin, and a body with only delicate limbs.

I regret that fact.

bitterly saddened.

She stared at her poor little hands, and finally looked away again.

And envy too.

pity too.

Chewing and swallowing along with the rest of the lamb, she immersed herself in such happiness.

―Without realizing that a pair of calm golden eyes were staring at him from behind.