Sword Pilgrim-Chapter 167

Episode 167

“Why did they go this far!”

“This is the name of His Majesty the Great Emperor. That’s all.”

The prince is a shield knight of the beast tribe that blocks his way.

I answered while looking at Puppy.

Before he knew it, the imperial knights led by him encountered the stronghold of the Beasts.

The spear beats the shield, and the shield fights against the spear, making dull noises and tearing spirits.

Now, there is no saintess representing the beast race.

They are led by Shield Knight Puppy.

He once again raised the shield that had been erected to block the dragon’s breath for a moment.

thud-!

“Once again, no Empire piercing my shield will ever happen in front of me!”

“Where!”

The twelfth spear of the empire in front of him.

Baine blocks them and the battle begins.

From that point on, a battle for the survival of the Thousand Knights and the Beasts began.

The corner of the prince’s mouth goes up.

but then

An intense impact that shook the heavens and the earth shook the entire Abble Fix.

Woo woo woo woo-!

Most of the knights fell down due to the sudden shock.

As if the sky had been torn apart, the clouds were split, and the stone pillars that could be said to be the pride of Abble Fix were being torn in half.

Signs of a huge battle going on.

In addition, the demonic energy that can be felt implicitly.

The knights trembled involuntarily, and the prince was no different.

“Is this… a demon?”

A feeling I’ve never felt before.

To the point of shuddering at the unfamiliar horror.

The prince took a backward step without even realizing it, and he stumbled and fell into the grass.

Stupid things I wouldn’t normally do.

However, the prince trembled like a prey in front of a predator in front of the demon’s presence, which had been revealed for the first time in a thousand years.

“Ugh! Aaaagh!”

It’s a slope, so once you roll, you keep rolling until you can’t stop yourself.

Then, in an instant, he fell off the cliff, and was caught on a branch he caught in an instant.

Too good.

The falling stones fall into an infinitely deep abyss.

gulp.

“Someone save me!!”

however, no one

I didn’t pay attention to the prince.

to the enemy in front.

All eyes were on the evil that existed here.

The prince, clinging to a slender tree branch, unconsciously looked down at the floor.

In a place where the devil seems to be seated, gray is swallowing the whole area.

* * *

Took.

Callius took out the devourer’s sword.

The predatory sword devoured his blood and flesh.

sword and scabbard.

It’s only about half, but it’s also a sword that can be called a demonic sword.

Corruption, which did not die from the predatory sword ahead of the hurricane, was a very appetizing main dish.

slip.

However, the undying corruption did not end. He was looking around with a disgusted look on his face.

[It’s desolate. As a sanctuary? me? It’s such a shabby image for something that appeared with great force…]

The corruption that did not die was openly expressed with a disappointing expression and impression.

As he said, the sanctuary that Colius created with his predatory sword was unsightly.

Just a barren land.

The barren land and sky, which are cracked apart, are also gray rather than blue.

A space where the colors seem a little dry.

Besides, I don’t feel any extraneous substance or energy.

[Did you forcefully raise the rank? Why don’t you bring out the sadly

crying corruption?

Isn’t that why such an insignificant sanctuary appears?

The undying Corruption clicked its tongue.

I had come a long way with high expectations, but the long-awaited guy was only disappointing.

[I’d rather have a saintess than you.]

“He’s a quick-tempered guy. What’s so urgent about a guy who wants to die? Have you lived with your mouth open all this time?”

Callius put the predatory sword straight in front of him and said.

“The name of the sword is Roas. Its name is a predatory sword. The sanctuary made with it is the perfect space to kill you. Don’t worry.”

[A sanctuary where there is nothing like this. In this place where there is nothing special, let alone a sense of heterogeneity? Me?]

Immortal Corruption boasted that it had gone through quite a bit of sanctuary.

In fact, it was clear that anyone who had gone through more sanctuary than that would be counted on one hand in this world.

Corruption never died even once, even though he walked as far as he could without going anywhere on the continent, and when he saw a strong man, he asked to fight and kill him.

I knew because of that.

[This sanctuary is trash.]

A sanctuary made with a sword that didn’t even rank high. The depravity of not dying in a clumsy image as if one were belittling oneself was quite unpleasant.

[Why don’t you use the Weeping Corruption Sword? Are you trying to fool me?]

“Because there is no need to use it.”

[What?]

“If you want to die, look here and there, evaluate, judge whether or not you can give a glorious death, and there is no need to raise a titeo against the guy who wants to die.”

[…]

“Titeo’s convictions will only be tainted by those who complain like a child because they have been abandoned by God.”

sereung.

Dig-! Pooh!

In an instant, the sword of Callius, which escaped the sight of corruption, cuts him.

The body of the immortal corruption, with its side torn as if it had been bitten off, leans over.

Its torn flesh and blood soak the desolate land.

[…?]

One’s own flesh.

And when the bloody water reached the earth, something rose from the dry earth.

[Sword?]

What rose from the earth was a sword that looked as if it had been stuck there.

But he knew.

The reason this sword appeared.

That it was a sword that only appeared after eating his own flesh and blood.

“The power of the predatory sword is literally.”

Predation.

It devours the opponent’s flesh and soul.

do it on your own

In the spirit’s case, the power was limited to restoring his own sword body.

However, how will that change in the sanctuary that has been forcibly raised?

What will happen if you rise to the level of Hwan?

During this pilgrimage, Callius used the predatory sword for a long time and thought about it quite deeply.

And the conclusion of that concern is this.

“The bottom line is that the root is predation.”

It devours the blood and soul of the opponent.

It’s like every time it rings.

The shape of the sword is the same.

However, as if it had invisible, intangible teeth, if it was cut by a predatory sword, it would leave a scar as if it had been bitten by a beast.

With it, flesh and blood splatter, and the sword and sanctuary consumes the opponent’s power and uses it as their own to create a sword.

“O immortal corruption that regenerates endlessly. But can you really not die in this place?”

Even in this sanctuary where your flesh and soul are consumed.

Can you exist as you to the end?

“The reason you regenerate is probably because your stalwart soul and mind will not be damaged by any attack.”

A person who was an adult before birth.

Although his strong mental strength and noble soul may have been corrupted, the karma and rank he has accumulated are still the same.

So it’s not dead.

“Maintain shape memory.”

his soul.

Even if one’s body is torn and peeled while the spirit is always strong, if the mind and soul remember the original state, it will eventually return to its original state.

That’s the secret of undying corruption.

It is a source of immortality.

I must have experienced all deaths.

You would have seen them stabbed with spears, cut with swords, crushed with hammers, burned, and melted.

However, he wouldn’t have dared to go through being eaten by something.

The feeling that not only the body but also the soul is being eaten.

Will he be able to maintain that strong mental power even in front of him?

[…]

The undying Corruption widens its eyes.

It was a very strange sensation. Although he had tasted all kinds of sensations, he had never felt anything like this before.

The place where it was cut doesn’t come back.

The place that I changed with clothes, tentacles, and body does not come back.

no i don’t remember

how did you do it how was it to change

How

did you play this place?

“Are you afraid?”

[Are you afraid? Me?]

Gulp.

As he questioned, he swallowed his saliva involuntarily.

Corruption felt that the hour of his long-awaited death was approaching.

But how can you be afraid!

[I’m not afraid! I was looking forward to it! Always, always at this time!!]

“But why are you backing away?”

Startle.

Corruption’s gaze was directed at his strong legs.

The legs that stood firm against any opponent at any time.

One of his legs took a step back.

[…!]

“Don’t be afraid. This is just what you always and forever and longed for.”

Chew-!

[Ah!]

Once again, the sword of Callius cut through the undying corruption.

Biting would be more accurate.

The predatory sword that tore from the chest to one forearm created thirty swords in the sanctuary.

In the desolate stand, many swords were stuck with strong energy.

“It looks like you’re getting sick now.”

[…! I scream…]

It was an unfamiliar experience.

I haven’t felt it in my life since I fell.

For him, pain was a sense that had already become dull.

To think that he was screaming.

You feel the pain!

Fallen lips trembled.

[Playback…]

To him, pain was a sense that had already become dull.

No, actually the pain of the body didn’t matter at all.

It was a mental scream.

The fear of forgetting one by one.

The creepy feeling of losing one by one.

“There is a lot of time. This sword is your seat, so enjoy it slowly.”

[…]

Fall was speechless.

The longed-for death was approaching.

The shadow of imminent death coveted him coldly.

[A glorious death…]

“Yes. so that.”

oblivion. The shadow of death is hanging over him.

[This is not this…!!]

Corruption always wanted death.

Life was eternal pain and there was no hope.

That’s why I wished for death.

I hoped to put a glorious end to this life that had lost all meaning.

But what is this

It wasn’t even about fighting and being defeated by a handful of strong people, or even dying by giving a hero an ordeal.

A sword that has not even been transformed.

Is it my death to be eaten and forgotten one by one in the worm-like sanctuary created by raising the barge?

I can not admit it.

A death like this is unacceptable!

[Did you think someone like you could even touch me!]

The immortal corruption regained its sanity.

Even if he fell, he was a hero by nature.

I saw through that there was no way I would be eaten unless I was cut by that predatory sword.

“I am still not used to controlling my strength. I got a little bit of spirit power, but I got a little bit more. It is still difficult to digest because it is not properly digested.”

[Humans possess demonic powers? Are you even talking nonsense now?]

“I thought about how to use this power. But he said it because I was worried because it was quite an unfamiliar power for me.”

Spirit is the power to manipulate nature.

It is the energy of nature itself.

So first.

“They say it has to be nature.”

Callius’ eyes turned purple.

Soon, a huge spirit force that engulfs the space fluctuates.

[Young force! How can humans have this much power!]

“Even so, it is still not good enough to use properly. All I can do is very little.”

through.

The new model of Colius has disappeared.

It’s not a fast-moving level.

It was safe to say that it had completely disappeared.

“Deal with the wind and eliminate resistance. Folding the ground narrows the restrictions of space. The words are simple, but it’s not that easy, so I had a hard time getting used to it.”

[…!]

Seeing the figure of Colius speaking with his back hidden behind him, the undying Corruption gave goose bumps all over his body.

Quaang-!

I swung the whip for an instant, but he was already gone.

“They said it was Sunbo.”

Come close to me and talk to me.

It’s like a ghost, and it’s like magic.

The footsteps were so fast that it was difficult for even one to recognize himself properly and swing the sword.

Footsteps that are almost divine.

Callius learned from him, who was the Fairy King, along with his magical powers.

“I was very curious about what kind of power this Sunbo and my sword would produce together.”

Speed is also called power.

What kind of effect will the combination of the speed with Sunbo and the sword of Callius have?

[…!!]

“Avoid well. After all, I’ll be pretty disappointed too.”

Tung.

It disappeared with a clear sound.

Corruption soon crossed his hands.

I was just thinking about stopping it.

It is a step at a speed that can neither be felt nor perceived.

I just thought it was right to first crouch down and prepare for the shock.

But that thought was wrong.

“Silver Swords – Baekjeolhwa.”

Baekjeolhwa used with Sunbo.

Chow ah ah-!

As soon as he unleashes the sword, the blow that bursts out cuts through the body of Corruption.

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhk

from the side of the side divides the fallen body.

The entire body is torn apart, the lower body and upper body are separated, and the eyes of corruption glisten.

His noticeably slowed regeneration added to his bleakness.

“Keugh.”

In addition to the agonizing fall, Colius let out a groan as well.

Sunbo is a technique that is burdensome to the body just by using it. Originally, this was a skill that a disembodied fairy should use.

As much as it is a technique that removes resistance and moves by folding space, it is a burden on the body.

However, dealing with a sword added to the burden of twisting the internal organs.

shiver.

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

[Kuu-kuu-ku! Guwehehe!]

In addition to that, he used a whip.

Even if it was moving quickly, putting the whip on the expected path in itself was a pretty big burden for Colliers.

The chest armor and forearms were torn.

It was because of his whip.

[Isn’t it like I fell for my tricks! Keu ku ue ue eek!]

While making sarcastic remarks, he regurgitates blood and struggles in pain.

Like a trampled earthworm.

Callius’ eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you think the situation will be just because you hurt me a little? It’s like a guy who wants to die struggling to live. Why do you think a sword made of four flesh and soul was created in my sanctuary in the first place?”

A sword made of predation.

In the desolate land, there were countless swords embedded in the ground.

Recalling that intention, the eyes of corruption flashed.

The Black Predation held by Callius.

A sanctuary made of predation.

A sword of the desolate earth created by consuming my own flesh and soul.

What is the meaning of its existence?

[No way…]

Let Colius hold one of them.

It slowly disappears and turns into energy.

“Is this your ability? Not bad.”

At the same time as his muttering words, the scars that were carved are completely healed.

The predatory sword converts the opponent’s ability into a sword and stores it.

The reason why swords were filled in the desolate sanctuary where there was nothing else was corruption.

A sword made of his soul.

All new powers in one sword that filled the sanctuary are the power of ‘undying corruption’.

[…! Impossible.]

Seeing Colius heal his wounds in an instant, the corruption that does not die is the flagship, and he cannot keep his mouth shut.

Soon, he spreads the tentacles of his torn upper body and puts his hand on the sword made nearby.

[All I have to do is do that too!]

But.

“I won’t be picked.”

[It’s my strength! Why don’t you listen to me!]

The sword didn’t budge.

It seems that there is only one owner.

There is no slight movement even if I try hard.

“If you want to pull it out like that, can I help you?”

When Colius opened his hand with a sarcastic gesture, the sword that hadn’t budged moved.

Chew!

[Chehe!! What…!]

Starting with the sword that cut himself.

coogu palace.

The swords of the sanctuary moved by themselves.

A huge amount of swords.

Suddenly, the entire sword, which had grown to hundreds, rose into the air.

The densely raised swords all aimed at ‘undying corruption’.

Each possesses formidable strength that cannot be ignored, and aims at the corruption of a false face like a beast with ferocious teeth exposed.

Swords made of his own flesh and soul.

only to kill yourself.

rush to devour him.

The pouring rain of swords.

Each time the sword is inserted one by one, memories are erased from his head one by one.

glory.

fear.

love.

despair.

and death.

In it, the eyes of corruption are aiming at the man who made it in vain.

“You deserve to resent me.”

What a man’s eyes dwell in is pity. Its meaning is only at the end of death.

He seemed to know somehow.

“Congratulations on your death.”

[Ah…]

A tear flows from the eyes of corruption.

A fall that seemed like it would never die.

[Dear God…]

It was the last.