Solo Swordmaster

Chapter 441

#441. I got lazy.

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In accelerated time.

Kana was running.

Across a battlefield where arrows and bullets fly slowly, she arrives at a corner of the battlefield.

It was in front of the shadow monsters who were attacking the armed forces that had lost their retreat because their rear was blocked by a collapsed building.

Pababat.

Upon arriving at their destination, Cana acted immediately.

He lifted the hem of his skirt and scattered the knives and grenades that were inside.

Right after she got out like lightning between the slow-rolling grenades and the dozens of knives flying a little faster.

Cucumber and light!

Dozens of shadow monsters pierced by knives were swept away by grenades.

However, Kana did not release the time acceleration.

The battlefield has already become a mess to the extent that the heavy rainstorm is broken and each armed group is fighting independently.

It was because I saved every minute and every second to support the wires that were about to collapse at any moment.

Fortunately, Kana wasn’t the only one running around like that.

Tadadadang!

[die! Granny… Kek!]

As the silver-haired old woman spreads the gwimunhapjangryu, the flying bullets slow down like slugs.

When an old man holding a great bow deflects a protest with the psionics of the Byeongkyeokjincheonryu, a huge arrow pierces the cloned gang and explodes.

In the hands of a middle-aged man who rolls on the floor like a lazy donkey according to Naryotagonryu (?????), the legs of the monsters break like sorghum cans.

The elder of the silver dragon clan and the head of a prestigious household.

They, the masters of the rank of servants, were running around and supporting the siege that should have collapsed long ago.

However, as the front line was pushed back and restored repeatedly, the battlefield became more chaotic.

Thousands of armed forces, including ten masters.

Infinite gangs and shadow monsters.

The scenery of Moscow, where tremendous power that can destroy an entire country is entangled and fighting is truly a mess.

It was particularly fierce compared to any fights that had ever happened between the Seven Dragons and the teenage guild.

Even so, they couldn’t be the protagonists of the war.

Because there was a separate place where the fiercest fight was taking place.

Chow!

The moment it spins around.

A kick that grazes the side.

Like a bee that only stings and runs away.

After only one blow, he pursues the distant ghost, but it is too late.

step instead.

A shadow cast by the head.

cooong!

When predators devour empty seats.

I swung my sword towards the neck of the old wizard who had reached it in three steps.

A blow that fatally wounded even the true magic lord.

[?Triple Casting? ?Titan Shield? ?Aqua Dynamite? ?Nippleheim Wave?.]

Quaang!

But the results are different.

It doesn’t seem like you’re making the same mistake.

A replica of Karl who surrounds himself with a whirlwind of water, deflects his sword, and then bursts it to send out a cold wave.

A cold wave that freezes even blood.

Icicles that can pierce even iron walls.

Six heads of monster lords attacking from all sides at the right time.

The specter prepares to charge again from behind. The large body of the predator that blocked the other side.

Herpes in preparation for evasion and defense.

then break through

?Yam Dragon Killing Sword Yeokcho

????? ??

Heaven and Hell are not different.

Heaven’s Dungeon?

?Seoguk!

As if blocking the collapsing sky.

The moment Limon raised his sword horizontally, Gula’s six heads bit off and cold and icicles attacked him.

Six heads cut off.

The chill and icicles crumble.

Carol’s arm holding the staff flew off.

Perhaps because the attack of conversion failed and he did not know that he would receive a counterattack, the cloned Carl distorted his wrinkled face.

But even Limon couldn’t stop breathing.

It wasn’t just because he had to retreat to avoid the belated attack of Diego and the predator.

It was because there would be no point in beheading clone Carol here and now.

Koo Goo Goo.

Even though the head was cut off, the shadows gathered again and returned to normal form.

And the appearance of the cloned Carol, who recovered her blown staff and right arm and started pouring out magic, proved that fact.

‘Even if I go through the damn thing again, it’s the same shit.’

Magic Lord Carol.

The monster lord Gula.

Catastrophic Beast Predator.

Even Diego, the specter of the Liberation Brigade.

All the Demon Gods cloned are powerful enemies of the Absolute class.

It was not an easy task even for Limon to fight at the same time with four of them, whose intellect seemed to be lacking as if the replication was incomplete.

Especially if all of them were in a state of immortality that would come back to life no matter how many times they were killed.

Even the four of them weren’t the only opponents that Limon had to deal with.

Roaring!

The moment Limon was about to strike back.

Hundreds of red-haired masters stopped the movement by causing a fierce heat wave.

Except for the dull black eyes, the duplicate of the Red Dragon Clan fighter, who was almost indistinguishable from the real one, used all kinds of firearms and martial arts to keep him in check.

Even among them, there were servant-level masters, including Hasneti’s aide, Nadia.

It was to the extent that it was difficult to do it to my heart’s content even once.

‘It’s still holding up well… but it’s also close.’

Right after I ricocheted a stone fragment with the tip of my sword and blew away Diego’s head, who had been charging at supersonic speed.

Limon clicked his tongue.

Even just maintaining the siege, the Silver Dragon clan was working hard beyond expectations.

But that’s only thanks to the Demon God’s replica attacking Limon with top priority.

Even if only the clones of these absolutes and the red dragon clan jumped into the melee, the encirclement of the silver dragon clan would collapse at once.

Before that, the Silver Dragon clan could reach its limits.

What if?

The plan prepared to catch the Demon God completely collapses.

That’s why Limon struggles as much as possible so that the demon’s puppets don’t pay attention to anything else.

I couldn’t help but mutter to myself as I thought of the girl who held the key to this plan.

‘Hurry up, stupid princess.’

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Meanwhile at that time.

The rooftop of a building towering high enough to overlook all the battles despite the distance.

There, Shinryongdae and Tata were busy moving.

round round round.

Ding Dilling.

Beep.

Beat the drum with your hand.

plucking the strings with your fingers.

Quietly blowing the flute, etc.

That is, each one plays an instrument.

It was so strange and bizarre to see them playing casually in the yard where everyone was fighting for their lives.

But there was definitely meaning in their performance.

A magic circle on the roof.

The altar in the center of the magic circle.

The image of the girl sitting reverently at the altar.

Because they were proving they weren’t playing around.

The ensemble of the Shinryudae, which started when Limon entered the black gate, was in the middle of being buried and broken by the explosion heard from the front lines.

Ugh.

Part of the magic circle on the roof glowed softly.

Transparent shining eyes were revealed between the girl’s eyelids that were slightly closed.

“…it’s late. Everyone got lazy. This is why it is said that God is dead.”

Like seeing something invisible.

Looking up at the sky dyed black with the cursed energy of the devil, he mumbled with an expressionless face for a while.

“It’s not to the extent that I can’t use it, though.”

It seems like you want to see it this time.

Immediately after a slight nod.

Ainsha rose from the altar.

And started moving slowly.

jingle.

Tiny bare feet step gently on the altar, and the anklets on the ankles make a clear echo.

As the girl’s body rotated in place with the tips of her toes as axis, the hem of her dress spread like wings in the air.

When the lofty waist was brightly exposed and the anklets swayed on the slender ankles stretched high in the air.

The thin fabric ripples in the air following the movement of the white hand holding the hem of the dress, adding to the ringing of the bracelet.

jingle.

it dances.

Slow yet dazzling.

monotonous and complex.

most pious and beautiful.

A seductive movement that naturally catches everyone’s attention and captivates the whole body.

The moment when Ainsha’s pink lips opened and the heavenly voice resounded.

Wow!

With an explosion of pure white light.

?The sacrifice has begun.

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Because he is the owner of Tiamat.

And because it’s the White Dragon Princess.

There was a fact that many people are mistaken.

The reason why Ainsha became a priest of the Holy League was because she used the wealth and power of the Seven Dragons.

Considering that the Princess of the White Dragon Clan held an important position in the Holy Alliance for generations, it wasn’t a very unfounded story.

However, a priest could never have such an illusion.

I don’t know if it’s a different position. It was because

the priest of the Holy League was a believer…

no, a god, so it was a position that could not be given carelessly.

Sacrifices are the rituals of offering sacrifices.

Since the golden age when there were no incarnations, it has been the origin of all faiths in which people paid for and prayed for, and a means of communication between gods and humans.

In that sense, a priest is someone who has the right to freely communicate with all the gods of the Holy Alliance.

In other words, he was the only being who could represent all gods.

The fact that Ainsha is a priestess of the Holy League means that all the gods have finally recognized her as having the right to communicate with them.

jingle.

and at this moment.

The priest of the Holy League was using his qualifications without hesitation.

By trying to communicate with all the gods through sacrifices.

Of course, sacrifices are essential for ancestral rites.

Just like magic requires a price.

In order to communicate with the gods, it was necessary to offer sacrifices, and the larger the number, the greater the amount of sacrifices to be offered.

Even so, the scenery of the altar where only a few wine jars are placed without a feast, let alone a treasure, is silent itself.

It was hardly seen as a sacrifice to God.

But it didn’t matter.

Even though there may not be any material offerings, there was enough money overflowing in this place.

The sacrificial offering is a dance performed by a descendant of the dragon with the noblest blood in the world and a song sung by the world’s best singer.

And the sacrifice sufficiently satisfied the gods.

Parbat Parbabababat!

Beams of light began to soar from all over the magic circle, as if the initially dim light was a lie.

The divine aura, which only grew brighter and more splendid and never dimmed, was proving that fact.

At this moment, the fact that all the gods of the world are paying attention to Ainsha, who is holding a ceremony beyond time and space.

Paba baba baba babat!

…Looking at the brilliance intensifying with the dance and song, it reminded me of an uncle fan waving a glow stick at a concert.

In any case, as the ritual progressed, the beam of light became thicker and more brilliant.

Later, dozens or hundreds of light beams were entangled into one, forming a huge pillar of light.

It was a size comparable to the pillar of darkness that the Demon God had created.

Of course, most of them were not substitutes.

rather the opposite.

Most of the gods had so few followers that it was difficult to cause even a small miracle.

There was a huge gap to the extent that even the few great strikes could not even fight the Demon God.

but no matter how weak

Whether there are restrictions on writing miracles.

They are also absolute gods.

Because he was an existence that touched the providence of this world.

Thousands of thousands of gods could create a flow in the providence just by adding their strength little by little.

The moment when the providence of the gods based on so many beliefs collided with the providence of the demon god made out of negative emotions.

shit.

A ray of crack went through the sky that had been covered in darkness.

The demon god’s divinity shook.