Solo Swordmaster

Chapter 1003

#1003. Why

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past.

there was a country

A country built in the middle of the desert.

Unfortunately, the country was not so affluent.

As the spirit spheres created by the spirits in the distant golden age were destroyed, the rivers dried up, the vegetation withered, and everything became scarce.

Life in that country is painful.

Death was a routine.

That’s why I hoped.

Although it may be painful in this world, I hope that after death I will be saved even after death.

And the god of death responded to that prayer and promised them an afterlife where they could enjoy peace in the afterlife.

…until that god was eaten by a dragon.

The believers despaired.

I didn’t ask for much.

I only hoped for rest, at least in the afterlife.

However, as a result of the death of the god, the followers who lost hope in the afterlife had no choice but to spend days like hell, neither dying nor living.

That’s why he…

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A monster.

After Nine World broke.

The beings summoned by the Constellations to destroy the world.

They were different from the monsters that came out of the dungeons until now.

It wasn’t just because they all had powers comparable to those of the Absolute.

If monsters are tools and weapons for defending dungeons, testing players, and later invading the world, they are the servants of the Constellations.

someone as an apostle.

someone as a friend.

someone as a follower.

Even though they couldn’t ascend to the constellation, they experienced salvation with the constellation and were allowed to serve on the constellation in return.

In other words, they were all immortals who survived destruction and lived as long as the Constellation.

Of course, as with the Constellations, in most cases they forgot how to fight through the ages.

Even after aeons of years, there was nothing they could do directly in the otherwise peaceful constellation.

‘what?’

from that point of view.

A monster with three eyes.

The apostle of ‘the cloud that drops the thunderbolt’ was quite an unusual minion.

As a former warrior of the Three-Eyed Tribe, she preferred the battlefield to the cozy constellations.

Of course, even if it was a short battlefield, it was all about selecting those who would be saved by wielding the omnipotent power given to them by the Constellation once every few thousand years.

That much was enough to hear the battle light in the constellation.

Unlike other minions, the sense of actual combat remains as much as a speck of dust.

‘Something is strange.’

So it was.

The fact that she had a sword fight.

The fact that he took the lead and led the other minions.

It was only when he finally reached the moment before the fight with the sword that he felt something uneasy about it.

The feeling of walking on a sandy beach full of invisible glass fragments.

Although not clear.

can never be ignored.

Something must have gone wrong, but I was looking around in the frustration of not knowing what was wrong.

creepy

she felt goosebumps

‘?Why is this the only number of us?’

Unlike the other minions who didn’t care about other things because she had no choice but to catch the sword and make a contribution, she was in her own way.

That’s why I was able to understand.

The fact that the minions he led had evaporated over a hundred before he knew it.

‘This nonsense!’

I don’t know if it’s a mere scavenger…

No, I should have noticed if even the lowest level monsters were reduced by more than 100.

Not to mention, hundreds of minions who could wield absolute self-sufficient power under the blessing of the Constellation had disappeared, but they didn’t realize it.

Rather, it felt more realistic that he had mistaken the number of his minions.

However, the sense of crisis she felt after a long time did not allow her to escape from reality.

‘Is this also the swordsman’s work?’

she gritted her teeth.

What an absurd existence the Sword Master is.

There were no Constellations she didn’t know about anymore, so of course she was well aware of their power.

That’s why he organized a detached team and aimed for the sword.

However, I never thought it would be possible to secretly carry out such tricks while holding back the minions flocking to the 24 Gulags across Russia.

It seemed to me that I desperately knew why the Constellations would tremble just by hearing it now if they were Sword Masters.

‘Yes, but I’m alone!’

But rather so.

She became even more eager to fight.

We already know that Swordsman was seriously injured in a fight with the Guardian of the Rolling Reincarnation.

No matter how dangerous the Sword Master is… No, it’s rather dangerous, so it definitely needed to be dealt with now.

all over this wide snowfield.

Especially now that I am alone after the sword.

[The Swordsman is attacking us with suspicious means! Everyone stay alert and close the distance as planned!]

It was from then.

What spurred them on their rushing speed.

The sword after the sword, which can even cause natural disasters just by swinging the sword, is definitely a scary thing.

In particular, it was a swordsman whose true value was revealed in large-scale battles like now, as it could cause a wide range of disasters even in distant places.

However, there was a weakness in such a freeze sword.

no matter how powerful it is.

A natural disaster is a natural disaster.

In other words, although it is threatening to the absolute that can withstand natural disasters, it is not fatal.

Of course, like a sword master’s swordsmanship, Jeongcheon Sword Freeze also has a skill to make up for such a weakness.

On the contrary, when moving while stopping the world, the swordsman was a terrifying being that could kill even an absolute person at once.

The problem is that as much as he inherited the blood of the Silver Dragon clan, in that case, the mind and body of the swordsman would be extremely exhausted.

Even when the body is intact.

It was impossible to defeat all the hundreds of followers now that the mind and body were pushed to their limits.

So it’s already a win.

It’s only a matter of time to catch the sword.

While leading his followers with unwavering confidence, he led the charge.

stop!

‘…why?’

She got chills again.

Not what happened.

Rather, the fact that nothing had happened made her think of a question.

‘Why isn’t the swordsman doing anything?’

All that remains is a few hundred meters.

For an absolute being like them, it was a distance that could be reached in a matter of seconds.

However, while continuing to wield the sword slowly, the Sword Master did not stop time or cause natural disasters against them.

It’s like you haven’t seen them at all.

Or seem to be ignoring it.

As if…

…every follower who entered this snowfield would be dead.

And right at that moment.

A ringing sound was heard.

[Al riha oNA ul Aul tazaH.]

“…!”

Silent like death.

As gloomy as the underworld.

Too solemn to be evil.

The bizarre resonance that gave off a wave completely different from the pillars of darkness soaring in Gulag, however, resonated with the darkness and echoed throughout Russia.

Even the followers who had neglected everything and rushed at the Swordsman stopped unknowingly.

The moment the sound reached its climax.

[LA?had kAl Ra.]

Faaaaaaaa!

An ominous light like the setting sun.

Snow covered the snowfield.

No, it wasn’t just the snowfield where they were.

From Moscow, which just came out of crisis, to Gulag, where heroic spirits led by Yekathrice fought fiercely.

The light of the setting sun emanating from the snowfields resonated with the pillars of darkness, covering much of this vast Russian territory.

and after a while

when the light is gone

There is now a white snowy field too.

Blood and corpses frozen under the snow.

There were no heroic spirits or defense forces who had been persistently holding out with the 24 Gulags at the center.

Instead, it is a vast desert where only dry sand winds blow under the scorching sunlight.

And only countless followers and monsters were wandering around.

[…This?]

Of course, the crowd in the snowy field.

All followers and even monsters that were all over Russia.

While everyone was unable to hide their bewilderment at the sudden change of scenery, she calmly grasped the situation.

[Spatial movement… no dimensional barrier?]

Forcibly isolates only the desired objects in the world he created by overlapping the dimension twice.

Although the effect itself may not look much different from an ordinary barrier, it is a great magic that distorts the world by itself.

Even more so, spreading it throughout Russia is a miracle comparable to the three great magics of the Silver Age.

It was a temporary phenomenon made possible by borrowing some of the magical power overflowing from the 24 Gulags.

The question is, who did this great magic?

and fortunately

or bad luck

She had researched various information before being dispatched to this world, and there was someone she could guess to perform this magic.

‘You damn sword master! Now you even use magic to disturb us!’

But she soon became cynical.

As far as she knew, the person who opened this barrier was the weakest Sword Master.

Even just looking at the fact that they used magic instead of swordsmen to tie their feet, the limit of that power was obvious.

[All…!]

So, she broke the barrier and gave instructions to kill the sword master and the weakest sword master.

no i was trying to get off

fluff.

If only the tens of millions of monsters that swarmed this vast desert hadn’t died instantly.

[…what?]

Powerful aura.

Even very small wounds.

without any suspicious signs.

She froze at the sight of tens of millions of monsters dying.

it’s a freak.

It was a sight that even the apostles, who had seen and experienced countless things while assisting the Constellation for a long time, could neither understand nor accept it.

But that was just the beginning.

[Kuh!]

[Grrruk.]

[What is this!?]

Knock down.

Silently, helplessly, in astonishment.

Followers of numerous constellations met death one after another as if following monsters.

one per second.

Or a hundred every five seconds.

Or hundreds every ten minutes.

While I was embarrassed to see the scene of beings with absolute self-sufficient powers dying suddenly like scarecrows.

She opens her eyes.

Because it was too late to realize what was killing them at this moment.

[No way…]

Little sand.

hot sunlight.

a sharp wind.

and everything.

The moment it touches, it digs into the vital point and kills even the absolute without leaving any traces.

?Sword without form

??? ??? ????? ??

Sword of Hell

??? ???????

[…is this world itself a sword?]

A sword without a form.

A sword that cuts through all shapes and forms.

That’s why I thought it was his swordsmanship to manipulate the thread and attack the opponent while hiding, but…

that was an illusion.

In the sunlight, in the air, in the sand, in the worms, in the shadows.

The true value of a shapeless sword is that it holds the sword in literally everything within the barrier it spreads, regardless of its form.

This barrier, which he thought was a foolish trick, was the real sword he hid.

So she was desperate.

If exposed to sunlight, it dies.

If you enter the shadows, you die.

Even stepping on sand will kill you.

Even swallowing the wind will kill you.

Poisoned, strangled, beheaded, butchered.

Whether you have the power of the Absolute.

no matter how many

There was no meaning.

Anyone trapped in this barrier, where everything in the world becomes the sword wielded by the Sword Master, could not avoid the end of death.

And then.

she realized

No matter how weak he is among the sword masters, that is still the standard for sword masters.

That even the weakest would not be able to overcome without a miracle being the absolute and monster among the absolutes called the Sword Master.

One thing I couldn’t understand until the end.

[Why in the world are you helping the swordsman! Why did you try to kill the swordsman…!]

She shed bloody tears along with a cry that sounded like vomiting blood.

But no answer came back.

That the way to become a god for the followers is different from the way to become a constellation that swallows everything.

It was also that he could not tolerate mere monsters harming a swordsman who could not even kill himself.

It seems that there is no reason to tell those who will die anyway.

Although he may not be the strongest sword master, he is the strongest assassin who has reached the ultimate stage of the intangible sword.

The god of death, who can kill anyone who decides to kill, has melted into the light of dawn again in such a deep silence.

There is only one thing left.

There were only corpses that covered the horizon without realizing when he had died.