Solo Swordmaster

#925. Stupid bastard

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That place was hell.

blood and corpses.

screams and despair.

betrayal and pain.

Bleeding tears and maggots, etc.

It was because the scene, which seemed to be a collection of all the curses and sins of the world, could not possibly exist in reality.

But it wasn’t hell.

Hell is a place where sinners go.

A farmer who was a drunkard.

The cheating woman.

The priest who took the back money.

Even a child who stole a loaf of bread.

Because among these many people who died in pain and despair, there were not many sinners who truly deserved to go to hell.

So it’s a nightmare.

can’t believe it’s real

I don’t even want to believe in reality.

It was a place that any human being would have no choice but to vomit as soon as they saw it.

But at this very moment.

Neither disgust nor anger was shown on the face of the gray-haired man walking through that bloody street.

There was only calmness, as if wearing a mask.

iron puck.

like that.

Stepping on a puddle of blood.

After walking slowly

past countless corpses .

What he has reached is a castle.

Originally, it would have been antique and lofty, but now it is an old castle full of dark and ominous energy.

At the end of naturally stepping into the empty old castle without a single guard and walking inside as if it were natural.

What he has reached is the center.

Originally, it was a magnificent audience room.

But now, in a place that is dotted with bloody magic circles and only gives off a dirty and sinister feeling.

What came out was a heavy voice.

“Are you here, Master?”

“…a fool.”

rather than surprising.

as if it were natural.

Like a guest.

However, instead of presents and joy, he saw the worst monarch in human history who was sitting on the throne alone with a bloody spear and dull life.

The man opened his mouth coldly.

“Didn’t I warn you? You will see me when you cross the line.”

“Yes, I did remember.”

As a disciple of the Sword Tower.

Ever since I got my hands on black magic.

Because I knew it would end like this.

The worst sword master in history answered calmly, neither surprised nor embarrassed.

“But Master. I will not regret staining these hands with blood.”

It wasn’t without guilt.

Every time he took the life of one of his people, the resentment and curse they left behind were deeply engraved in his heart.

But if given another chance.

He would have made the same choice in the end.

Because…

“That’s the Master’s teaching.”

Heavy, dull and turbid.

Nevertheless, at the end of looking straight into the eyes of the disciple who was not shaken at all.

The man lowered his eyes.

“Yes, I guess.”

Where was the mistake?

To take a young monarch as a disciple who came from far away to protect the country and his family?

The one that suggested taking up the spear?

Or did I just give you some useless teaching?

Maybe that’s all correct.

But all will be wrong.

what the man did

In the end, he would have faced catastrophe in one form or another.

Sureureung.

So open your eyes again.

Staring straight at him with unwavering golden eyes.

While holding the sword that had been handed down to him through death penalty from his teacher in the distant past.

The white-haired man said quietly.

“Come.”

The ending has already been decided.

It seems like there is no need to talk.

Against the white-haired man with his sword out, he didn’t waste his time talking useless.

Instead, he took out a bloody spear and just stood up from his seat.

And picks up the bloody spear.

he said heavily.

“Please do not forgive me, Master.”

“Don’t worry,”

he said with a cold sneer.

The white-haired man said quietly.

“I swear by my sword that you will definitely pay for the sins you committed.”

…That is the beginning of everything.

It was the moment when Limon Aspelder, the guardian god of mankind, set out to slash his second disciple himself.

It was the moment when the worst sword master in human history, Bleed Chepes, met his end.

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“Iyaap armored saintess Kiik!”

Peruk!

Even after escaping the dungeon.

They had to fight again.

It was because the monsters that jumped out of the dungeon in that moment were causing a riot in Sparta.

Fortunately, Arbella and Barbara Elise, along with the Seven Dragons, were keeping the monsters at bay.

But they are the final boss level.

Each of them were monsters that had to be fought to the death even if they were masters of supply.

The Seven Dragons had to organize the battlefield on their own as they were having a hard time just grabbing the ankles of the monsters.

Fortunately, among the misfortunes, the number of monsters that escaped the dungeon was not large.

Thanks to that, they were able to organize their surroundings in no time.

but this moment.

Even those who are relieved of it.

No one was happy.

Everyone just watched the dungeon impatiently.

“Only the princess needs to evacuate.”

“There is a 61% chance that the dungeon will collapse or monsters will pop up again. It is better to avoid it for now.”

Aides advised the princesses to evacuate.

Will the dungeon collapse?

Will the monster come out again?

Or another catastrophe will happen.

No one can predict what will happen after the seal of the Seven Arcs is lifted.

It was clear to anyone that it would be safer to keep a distance, especially in a dungeon that was constantly spitting out starlight.

Even if he got better after escaping the dungeon, it was just because the resonance of Seven Arcs was still going on,

but it was quite natural.

There was no princess who accepted the offer of such aides.

“Wait a little longer.”

“Don’t worry Kana. I will run away as soon as my brother comes out.”

“…”

Then what would you do if the swordsman didn’t come out?

No one could ever ask.

It was not only a word that no one close to him dared to say, but it was also a question that had already been answered.

So, around the dungeon that became quiet again.

each indifferently.

Or with a worried face.

Or chewing a cigarette.

Or without falling asleep even with sleepy eyes.

When they are watching the dungeon.

The dungeon gate that was spitting out starlight shook.

So, the moment when everyone was very tense and each took out a weapon or clenched his fist.

“Swordsmith!”

The dungeon gate opens.

A white-haired man appeared.

At the appearance that everyone had been waiting for, the girls made bright faces.

However, among them, the one who ran to Limon first was neither the fastest princess of the Seven Dragons, nor the princess who crossed space, nor the sword master.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes I am fine.”

“…what happened?”

The black-haired girl approached first.

Even when Li Qingyu heard the answer, he was not relieved. It was

because the psionics of the emotional response…

or, even excluding that, the experience of seeing Limon up close read the complex emotions embedded in that calm answer.

“I’ll explain later, so let’s step back.”

But to Li Qingyu.

Limon didn’t bother explaining.

I just added a word while looking at the dungeon gate.

“Because if you get too close, you might get caught up in it.”

“…Let’s all retreat.”

what do you get caught up in?

Although he couldn’t understand the meaning, Li Qingyu immediately gave the order.

And the other princesses who were stationed around the dungeon also willingly led their clan and retreated, unlike before.

After all, the most important factor that kept them here had just been resolved.

Fortunately, the retreat took place quickly as the aides had been preparing from the beginning.

By the time they had left the center of Sparta and reached the outskirts.

An aberration has begun.

Kurung Kurung!

It starts in a dungeon.

A brilliance that spread all over the world.

The soft starlight began to flicker.

As the vibration of the dungeon intensifies, the flickering of the starlight grows and becomes increasingly blurry.

What began to seep out was bloody.

Clearer than a blazing sunset.

More ominous than flowing blood.

At the end of the endlessly rising blood that greedily devours everything, even though it is clearly a brilliant light, it is darker than the night.

The moment I finally want to reach the starlight that was covering the sky.

Qurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The collapse has begun.

Like an old tree struck by lightning.

Or like a sea of lava.

The spreading bloody light was digging into the cracks in the starlight and creating cracks.

Of course, the starlight was not easily absorbed either.

Sometimes it causes an explosion of light to push away the bloody color, and sometimes it drops some of it itself, cutting off the way the bloody color spreads.

Because I fought against blood in every way.

The result is truly a heavenly comrade.

Only the aftermath of the collision of the two mighty powers created storm-like winds that blew all over the world, shook the earth, and sent waves soaring.

And at the end of the collision that swept the whole world like that.

Blood at last pierces the starlight.

The moment when the whole world was dyed red.

Wow!

The dungeon is collapsing.

Like stained glass breaking.

The starlight that covered the sky shattered and shattered…

―everything stopped.

Even the starlight that soared into the sky.

Even the monsters that were pouring out.

Like a faucet with a broken pump, the flow suddenly stopped.

And it wasn’t just starlight or monsters that stopped like that.

“The resonance of the Seven Arcs…”

“…stopped.”

Even after leaving the dungeon.

While Rose and Hasneti groaned as they felt the energy of the star that had been seething inside subside, although it might not be as intense as it was inside.

Limon raised his head.

And saw.

Fragments of starlight pour down like rain.

The blood that colored the sky was slowly fading away.

he knew

What does that bloody color mean?

who made it and how

What kind of end would Vlad have faced?

‘…I will not sympathize with you, Vlad.’

The crime of Vlad, the swordsman who sacrificed countless innocent people even before he touched black magic, is something that can never be tolerated.

as a master.

As a guardian of mankind.

just as a human being.

Limon had no intention of forgiving Vlad, nor could he.

The only people who are qualified to forgive him are the people who were unjustly sacrificed to him hundreds of years ago.

So how did you atone?

Vlad will fall into Hell.

It was a providence that even a sword master could not avoid.

Even though it may seem unfair and full of loopholes, it is more durable than any other net.

It has been part of the balance that has guarded and maintained this world since the gods created Heaven and Hell in the Silver Age.

But…

‘Still, you finally achieved your long-cherished wish.’

As much as I have already experienced death.

Even if you know you’re going to hell.

I believe that my family will go to heaven.

Even after death, he burned his life to protect the souls of his family in heaven.

He was the ugliest disciple.

In the end, it should have been cut someday.

However, in a sense, the guardian of mankind, who had lived for so long, quietly closed his eyes, seeing the last remnants of the disciple who was most faithful to his teachings.