Solo Swordmaster

Chapter 445

#445. please

While Kana shudders at the feat of her ancestors, who have preserved the clan for hundreds of years at the hands of a monster called the swordsmith.

Limon sighed.

“That’s terribly tough.”

“You didn’t drink for nothing?”

“That’s what God is talking about. I didn’t know that he would withstand my knife in the yard that has now turned into a demon.”

“…Baby, know that usually catching a demon with a knife is an emergency.”

“That’s common sense, old woman.”

After accepting Sir’s point with a snort.

Limon took a stride.

Then, seeing the trembling clone army as if reacting to his movements, he quietly opened his mouth.

“How about giving up soon? You should know that even surviving a miracle has its limits, right?”

if it was a little while ago

It would have been difficult for Limon to make such an assertion.

Because the Demon God, fueled by the negative emotions of the whole world, could infinitely resurrect clones.

But that was a story when the demon god was a god.

As the connection with the providence was severed by the great magic Abyss invoked by the gods, the current Demon God who lost his divine status had no such power left.

Of course the shadow monsters and gangs were wiped out.

The fact that Goula, Carl Diego and the predatory beast were not recovering from their injuries was proof of that.

Even the fact that they were still alive was a miracle created by the demon god squeezing out what little power was left, but in the end, that was all.

If you repeat the same thing over and over again, the demon will quickly reach its limit.

So it must have been.

It is said that the replica corps exhibited strange behavior.

Koo Goo Goo!

The monster lord Gula, the magic lord Carl Diego, and the predatory red dragon clan, who were still alive in the form of unconsciousness.

Shortly after all of the clone corps melted into shadows.

The shadows gathered in the center like a whirlpool and began to form a huge shape.

“…You can’t fight as a god, so you’re trying to fight as a demon?”

A size that could reach the sky.

Bronzed skin with an unusual luster.

Gears and pistons revealed in the open chest.

One eye with an evil eye glow and the other with a translucent lens embedded in it.

After retrieving the power she had poured into making the clone, finally revealing what could be called the main body…

No, at the end of looking up at the demon god in the form of an artificial spirit genie, to be exact.

Limon murmured coldly.

“A nerd.”

Jiing!

That moment.

A huge red beam of light emanated from the demon’s eyes.

The rays that heat up the cool Moscow air just by being fired are terrifying.

It was a light of destruction enough to set half of Moscow on fire in a single blow that seemed to match even that of the Red Dragon Princess.

Chow!

But right after that.

The light beam split in vain.

Despite Limon’s act of cutting down even the super-heated light with a single sword, the Demon God did not panic and moved the cogs exposed on his chest.

the wind of death blows

The thunderbolts of the curse pour down.

A cloud of pollution spreads.

The earth turns over, etc.

Every turn of the cogs and the movement of the piston caused all sorts of calamities in Moscow.

But that’s all.

Faced with all sorts of disasters that would wipe out thousands of troops at once, Limon was unscathed.

Just by swinging the sword, all those disasters were cut, shed, and blocked, and he quietly opened his mouth.

“Weak.”

It wasn’t a mockery.

A sober evaluation of what is there.

It was a simple impression as the person who knew the power of the demon better than anyone else.

“Compared to 70 years ago, you are ridiculously weak now.”

70 years ago.

Despair, fear, regret and sorrow overflowed the world.

It was right after the end of World War II.

It was a time when billions of people died and even those who survived suffered from starvation and hardship.

That’s why the Demon God at the time sucked up the overflowing negative emotions and wielded tremendous destructive powers as soon as he descended.

But what about drinking now?

It was downright miserable.

The proof was that even after collecting the fear and despair of Africa, only predatory animals could not be replicated.

If the Demon God had the same level of power as he did 70 years ago, he would have cloned Hasneti instead of being a predator.

The same goes for the Replica Corps.

Whether it’s because the soul can’t be duplicated.

Or if it’s because it’s hard to control if you give it intelligence.

An absolute being with only strength and body but no intelligence.

In Limon’s eyes, they were just puppets, embarrassing to even call them clones.

“In this era, your strength is proof that no one needs it.”

In the end, there is only one reason for this.

Because the world is much better than it was 70 years ago.

If humanity has not yet recovered from the aftermath of World War II, or if it has worsened.

The Demon God would have been able to wield stronger power than before and would not have been cornered so easily.

miracles that God has created.

Not even the Sword Master’s sword.

Changes and developments made by humans.

That was the biggest barrier against the Demon God.

Of course, from the moment he was revived in this era, the destruction of the Demon God had been decided.

“Above all…”

Well, even if this era was overflowing with fear and despair, the result would have been the same.

70 years ago and now.

Because there was an important difference between the demon god that made even Limon wander between death and death and the demon god now, beyond the gap stemming from negative feelings.

“If you want to kill me, clone at least the sword master, you bastard.”

The aftermath of the sword that ruled Russia with terror.

The Sword Saint who fought a duel with Limon.

A swordsman who caused World War II.

Geomrang, etc., who killed Geomryeong.

The greatest number of sword masters in history coexisted.

Since their war had just swept the world, everyone was afraid of the Sword Master during the Demon War.

But now is the age of iron.

Even those who remember the sword master’s power are rare.

Unlike in the past, it was impossible to even imperfectly clone the Sword Master, and now the Demon God could not compete with Limon.

Suffering from that fact, he took a step forward.

One step across the catastrophe.

Digging with your feet, take two steps.

Three steps while swinging a sword.

Thus, Limon, who arrived at the feet of the Demon God in three steps, developed a single swordsmanship.

A far-off sword that was perfected after hundreds of years of supplementing the dragon sword created by the sword emperor in the past, and finally completed after a desperate struggle with the demon 70 years ago.

Unlike other swordsmen learned by teaching or fighting with a sword master, this swordsman built up on his own.

the moment it unfolded.

?Yam Dragon

Killing Sword Five Dragons Killing Sword

Falls like dew at the end of

the sword.?

The world is cut.

A mighty giant breaks apart.

The remnants of a god were shattered.

It was an empty end for a demon god who had devastated Europe in the past and almost caused another disaster in Russia.

But Limon was not satisfied with the result.

After slightly frowning and looking somewhere over there, he just opened his mouth.

“Can I leave you to clean up the granny?”

“I’ll clean it up without leaving any trash behind, so don’t worry and come back.”

After listening to Sir’s relaxed words and nodding his head.

Limon threw himself away.

Heading towards the wide open manhole hole in a corner of Moscow turned upside down by fierce battles.

* * *

Russian positions.

Among them, the temporary relief center with rescued citizens was quietly submerged even in the middle of the fighting in Moscow.

It was natural.

Those who were rescued from Moscow are all in a state of unconsciousness due to the demon’s curse.

Except for a few medical staff and guardians, most of them were lying like corpses.

So it was.

A young man sitting in front of a bed.

This is why Bachemensky could easily feel the presence of people suddenly appearing behind him.

The moment I turned my head following the oddly unfamiliar yet familiar presence that made my back run cold just by being there.

He involuntarily hardened his face.

“…teacher?”

big size.

auburn hair.

to the shaggy beard.

Bachemensky, who saw Sergei’s gigantic figure, who could not be recognized without looking at it, opened his mouth as if to groan.

It wasn’t just because he, whom I thought was already dead, suddenly appeared here.

from one side to the shoulder.

A wound that almost cut the body in two.

And the black powder that flowed out instead of blood and the body that was crumbling like charcoal from around the wound made him shake.

“How can I get here… Or rather, what does that look like…?”

“This is the price of underestimating the guardian spirit of mankind.”

Sergei said bitterly.

Even though he ran away using an artificial spirit created by squeezing all his remaining power as bait, even using a ploy to steal the gold wire.

The sword master’s sword master’s sword, which had nothing to do with mysticism, cut off the artificial spirit and even its essence.

Well, it didn’t matter anyway.

He is now a remnant after all.

Before the real Sergei sacrifices his life to summon the Demon God.

It was nothing more than a clone created by attaching one’s personality and soul to a demon god as a last wish.

However, unlike other clones, he cloned his soul, so he had a mindset that was no different from the real one, so he did the last thing he had to do.

Sseuseuk.

The moment you stretch out your hand.

The black powder that flowed instead of blood coalesced to create a book.

It was a spell written in bloody letters on a black leather cover that gave off an infinitely ominous yet mysterious energy.

“Receive.”

“What is this?”

“A legacy of the Dark Dawn and my final strength.”

Maybe it’s because I squeezed out the last bit of strength.

The wound’s disintegration began to accelerate, but Sergei didn’t care.

I just said it with my bright eyes.

“It’s something that can make you an absolute.”

The essence of the Demon God is almighty magic that grants wishes.

The connection with Providence was severed, and Limon cut and lost most of his power, but he still had a handful of power to create miracles.

This is the determination of the remaining power.

It was the ultimate magic book that contained all the knowledge and abilities he had accumulated as a dark wizard, as well as the method of summoning demons.

“Are you asking me to use this to make a revolution on your behalf?”

“Yes.”

The fire of revolution must be continued.

And the only thing that can carry on that spirit is the one who understands the revolution he was trying to achieve more deeply than anyone else and who sincerely wanted to achieve it.

At the end of silence while watching Sergei talking calmly and the magic book.

Bachemensky said quietly.

“I will refuse.”

“…why?”

“I’m starting a revolution because I want to make people happier, not unhappy.”

“That goes for me too.”

“No, it’s different.”

Denying Sergei’s words.

He slowly turned his head.

Then, looking at the unconscious Kseniya lying on the bed, he said bitterly.

“Sir, you want everyone to be happy, but you don’t even see a single poor person who has lost happiness and become unhappy because of our revolution.”

“…”

Was it caught off guard?

A long time to remain silent.

Sergei closed his eyes.

“…After all, my revolution had no meaning.”

I’ve lived my whole life for the revolution.

Even though I gave my life for the cause.

Denied by the young man who supported his revolution the most.

The man, who had no choice but to admit that he was wrong only after his death, recalled the light of regret for the first time on his always calm face.

shiver.

As if proving that she was no longer qualified to shed tears, only black ashes flowed down like bloody tears.

The moment Sergei crushed the magic book he was holding.

Dig!!!

The magic book burns to a handful of ashes.

A ray of soft light fell on Ksenia.

No, it wasn’t just Ksenia.

From others in makeshift shelters to unconscious citizens still in Moscow.

The demonic power that flowed into countless people healed the injured and made flowers bloom and warm winds blow in Moscow, which had been covered with curses.

“I will warn you.”

As a result of using the last of his strength, he left his body to collapse.

Sergei muttered.

“Beware of the Constellations. Their essence is far more terrifying and horrifying than people imagine…”

He was holding hands with the Liberation Brigade.

A fact that he realized because he became a demon and reached the providence.

Even with the power of a demon that surpassed even the great power, he spoke fragments of the truth that could only be vaguely glimpsed.

Sergei, shattered from his limbs and torso and now to his chest, turned slowly.

appear behind you.

Holding a sword ready to cut at any time.

Even so, he watched over himself until the very end.

so cold though

needlessly benevolent.

The guardian of mankind…

“Please take care of the world.”

Parss.

He bowed his head and apologized to the gray-haired hero he had admired all his life.

Sergey disappeared like a handful of ashes.

…That is the end of the 2nd Demon God War.

And it was the moment when the long and fierce revolution that had thrown the Russian Khanate into chaos came to an end.