Sword Pilgrim

Episode 152

A woman with her pink hair tied back looked at a vast field of flowers.

A flower that is as red as a rose, but more light pink.

The saintess’ gaze upon it was calm.

“They cannot see, hear, or speak…”

The saintess is a flower garden with Lactus tears planted underground.

And the statues emitting divine power nestled between the flower gardens.

The saintess’ eyes saw it.

Looking at them, who had become holy stones themselves, the saintess waited for a man who approached her.

both eyes gouged out

Both ears were torn.

A man with a spear with his tongue cut off.

The Garden of Lactus.

The only gatekeeper guarding the place.

A gatekeeper is a person who guards the storehouse where the holy water is located.

Even if the one who dares to approach is an emperor, he will block the door with a spear.

“Even if you couldn’t see, hear, or speak, you would know it was me.”

The one who points a spear at the emperor.

That is the gatekeeper who protects the holy water.

The saintess had no choice but to pull out the spear.

Holy lance of the saintess.

Raphael.

thud!

Just one stab.

The gatekeeper blocked it, but collapsed.

The hand holding the window trembled.

The saintess looked sadly at the fallen gatekeeper and then looked at the flower garden.

There were people who groped hard and cultivated and cultivated flowers.

They were slaves who had no eyes, had their ears cut off, and had their tongues plucked out.

Working like slaves, they were once brave warriors galloping across the battlefield and sprinting guardians of the forest.

But now, all she does is crawl on the floor and touch the flowers with her few fingers to pick them.

‘It’s a natural thing for the empire.’

what the emperor said

for the empire. for lactose.

It was a natural logic to enslave the defeated soldiers and use them.

Even the emperor said he would not want to sacrifice his own people.

“It’s like that every time I see it, really.”

The saintess took a few of the hundreds of holy water piled up in the storage room with an expression that it was hard to see.

The holy water hung between her island and corn disappeared into the air.

It was like magic, but there was no one nearby who could see it.

“Then, have a good time at work.”

but no one will hear

After saying that, the saintess disappeared.

* * *

Voltan’s Colosseum.

A place where countless slaves gather to fight dozens of times hundreds of times a day.

Their status varied from slaves to mercenaries and fallen nobles, but there was only one thing they had to do in the Colosseum.

“die!!”

To kill the opponent you come across.

To wet the ground with the blood of the opponent.

-Waaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

It excites and enthralls the audience.

“The saintess also came to this Colosseum a few years ago and defeated all the strong.”

“Yes, I know the story. It was once a famous anecdote. It’s not that great.”

Aldu and Philo watching the battle in the Colosseum. Watching the bloody gladiators fight, they recalled a famous anecdote.

creative lady.

The secret story of how she was born.

One day, a pink-haired woman appeared out of nowhere and stood tall with a single spear.

A vicious criminal, a veteran, a loser, a knight who has lost his hand. etc.

She defeated enemies that a woman’s body could not handle.

The spear of the empire appeared in front of the saintess who was becoming a celebrity while continuing her undefeated march.

She produced results no one expected.

‘The spear of the Empire is broken.’

It was an incident that caused a great stir throughout the empire to the extent that a newspaper named “The King” made headlines.

That’s how she became a knight, a spear of the empire, and eventually a saint.

In a short period of time, she left many legendary achievements and became stronger each time.

let someone come

‘She’s building a reputation.’

There was no limit to her growth.

The saintess is still there.

“There are many rumors that he is getting stronger.”

A bestseller describing an anecdote about a saint. The man who read the window saint’s column tilted his head.

A man wearing a hood over a pure white robe.

The man, who was immersed in the crowd and immersed in his thoughts, could not hide his wonder as he recalled her story.

“Is there such a route?”

He is Carpe’s sword.

A new transcendentalist called the Gray Knight by some.

It was Callius von Zervan.

‘Saint.’

The more I read her anecdote, the more I wonder why.

Should I say it’s like an existence that breaks the balance and becomes stronger?

Of course, there may be some exaggerations, but even taking that into account, her growth and achievements were surprisingly great.

‘Five years.’

Is this a feat that one person can accomplish in just five years?

Plus, pink hair.

Callius was even more suspicious of the color of his hair.

Human hair color cannot be light pink.

There are quite a few different races here, but I’ve never heard of a pure human hair color like that.

‘I’ve never set it.’

of course.

Even if you’re not human.

“Oh, it came out. i bet him Does it look very strong?”

“What are you talking about? The muscles are large and lack texture. I bet on him.”

The person Aldu pointed out was a fighter who looked like a slightly skinny man.

He was an unusual person holding a stick.

‘pole?’

Bong held by the author.

It looks like a rod that I have seen many places.

‘I saw it somewhere.’

The moment I thought about it for a while.

Wow!

Cheers erupted from the audience.

“Oh oh! also!”

Aldu was delighted and Philo was in despair.

It was because the fighter with the baton stunned the opponent in a single shot.

‘Why is that person over there?’

Calling a nearby gambler, Colius bet half of his fortune on a fighter with a baton.

She was the owner of the 61st floor.

It was Ovarna.

“Come to think of it, Ovarna was destined to get caught up in a pointless incident. Was it a characteristic There was something.”

Maybe that’s why.

There is a high probability that he became a champion of the Colosseum unintentionally.

Her characteristics and personality itself are easy to be swept away by the atmosphere, so she is a woman who is not strange no matter where she appears.

Of course, I never dreamed that it would appear here.

‘It’s none of my business.’

I don’t know why she’s in the Empire and she’s fighting there, but it was an opportunity to make a lot of money.

After a while.

His eyes in the hood turned purple and he became more sensitive to energy.

With that, he had a strong conviction as he saw the unprecedented divine power emanating from the basement of the Colosseum.

The more blood is sprayed, the more it is sprayed.

The aura of divine power emanating from the underground grew slightly stronger.

To the extent that ordinary people cannot feel it.

Even a Master who transcended humans probably wouldn’t be able to feel it easily.

It was a subtle energy, like feeling the scent coming from a corked wine bottle.

Only fairies have such sensitive senses.

However, fairies are not interested in divine power and do not appear in the world of humans, so there is only one thing that can feel this energy.

A human with ghost power and divine power.

There will be only Colius in this world.

“Not different.”

Lactus’ garden is underground.

In the basement of the Colosseum.

If so, one problem.

‘We have to find the entrance.’

last month.

quietly hid in the empire.

It wasn’t as difficult as I thought.

His senses became more sensitive than before he became a Master, and hiding his presence was as easy as closing his eyes.

And since he had an Iron Lord, it was not difficult to divert the attention of the army.

So.

I was able to get to Voltan more quickly and safely, and I hid in the Colosseum pretending to be a spectator.

Honestly, so far as expected.

It was very easy.

But the problem starts now.

‘Looking for the entrance…’

As far as the entrance, even Colius does not know where it is. It’s going to take quite some time to find out.

Of course, if you use a somewhat drastic method, there is nothing wrong with it.

For example.

“Should I destroy everything?”

I know it’s in the basement of the Colosseum.

So what if I break it all down? Wouldn’t it be one-sided?

‘Of course I can’t.’

No matter how strong you become, this place is a bolt bullet.

Strict security is second, and there are many places where there are strong people without knowing it.

If there was a saintess here, it would be natural for her to get in trouble.

The moment I thought it would be better to be safe and take my time to find the entrance.

-Ugh! No. 193! Today we are allowed to attack for the first time!!

The Colosseum’s windman made a fuss.

No. 193.

The master holding the rod that Colius bet money on.

The leather armor of Ovarna, the owner of the 61st floor, was torn in half.

The one in front of her was a gladiator.

Strangely, the other person was also a woman I had seen many times.

Water-colored hair glistening in the sunlight.

A woman with white jade-like skin and a pink lip curled up in delight.

Callius jumped to his feet involuntarily and wrinkled his brow.

“Why are you out there?”

Ovarna’s opponent is none other than the candidate of the saintess of Carpe.

No, she should be solidifying her position enough to be called a saint now.

sword maiden.

It was Esther Sol Ciliad.

“Does anyone know?”

“…”

Colleas hesitated at Philo’s question. Seeing that, Philo felt a sense of belonging to the Yongin tribe and bet all his fortune.

He seemed to know somehow, and she also had a sword, so it must be someone that Colius knew.

A prosecutor that Colius knows.

Of course he’s strong!!

“Six thousand gold coins for that azure hair!”

That is what is called inversion.

Philo immediately bet all his remaining money.

It was only natural that Esther, who just came out, had a higher multiplier than Ovarna, who was on the rise.

In response to Philo’s victory, Colius also handed over half of his fortune.

No matter who won, Colliers had no intention of losing money by gambling.

And Colliers felt it straight away.

‘As expected, you are also a saint.’

The energy I feel from Esther.

The mysterious energy that only the man who broke down the wall had proved that he was a master.

The corners of Colliers’ lips curled up.

“I can make a fuss.”

It seemed like the job was going to be more fun than he thought.