Solo Swordmaster

Chapter 919

#919. That’s a scam, really

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League of Free Cities.

A country created by Plato in the past.

The complex yet free culture created by the intertwining of many city-states pursuing different values was a source of pride and pride for them.

So it was.

A father who used violence whenever he drank.

A mother who put a gambling debt on herself.

The reason why he didn’t feel resentment even though he had to work in a factory from a young age because of his two parents.

also what you work on.

The money you earn is being exploited.

Being ignored and laughed at even by other workers because of his always snarky appearance.

what he chose himself.

No matter what others say, at least he himself thought that taking care of his parents like that was the right thing to do as a human being.

…until he was sold to a criminal organization by his parents.

How strong are your children?

What organs can I use?

Listening to parents brag about themselves to organ traffickers for a penny extra.

he just realized

I just believed that I was free.

That he was just a slave boasting about his shackles after all.

When I tried to accept the fate to come, losing even the will to live, immersed in such futility and regret.

He met a boy.

The one who showed up out of nowhere and offered to annihilate the organ traffickers and give him a chance to show his talent.

That’s…

Ruler’s servant.

The second specter of the Liberation Brigade.

It was the moment when the Creator Lord was born.

And now he was pouring out everything he had built up since then.

Kwakwagwagwang!

On the other hand, he weakened the pouring dragon’s flames by shooting compressed nitrogen bombs and blocked them with the energy shield attached to the frost giant’s amulet.

With the machine gun on the knee, he fired bullets containing the curse of the Nightmare Eater to keep the approaching masters in check.

It also opens its chest and fires a huge beam of light.

Besides, wielding the Thunder Whale’s lightning whip with one hand, sweeping it in all directions, and unleashing missiles from its shoulder.

Its appearance is more like a fortress than armor.

Huge as a mountain.

Gloves that prevent dragon attacks.

All sorts of weapons and items.

By adding all of that, it was the Wailing Wall itself that could block even a million troops.

Even more so in that countless boss monsters are moving around huge armor like soldiers guarding a castle wall.

Even absolutes had to learn humility in front of the Creator Lord who boarded the Atlas.

?Seventy

-two kinds of martial arts, five seasons, ???,

ice

, white demons?

Quaang!

“Oh, this is really annoying.”

That’s why Yekathrice clicked her tongue.

Even though I suppressed the power of the stars, I tried to use the season and hit the machine gun post at the knee with an arrow.

It was because it had only broken a few machine guns, and even the broken muzzles were stored inside and a good machine gun popped out.

“A mediocre attack will not work. Don’t waste your energy and focus on reducing monsters.”

“It’s just as useless as that.”

While grumbling, Yekathrice shot arrows at the monsters.

Unlike Atlas, which was so huge that it wouldn’t show even if it was slightly broken, the monsters still showed signs of shrinking if you continued to catch them.

One problem.

[[Solo Door] opened.]

…Every time it seemed to have shrunk like that, it was a problem because monsters came pouring out of the huge door created by the Lord of Creation.

Summons an infinite number of final boss level monsters.

That alone is absurd.

Even the summoning lord in his lifetime was angry that this was a fraud, and it was a skill that was more than enough.

But that wasn’t the only scary thing about Atlas.

[[Behemoth System] activates.]

Knockout!

The huge armored abdomen opens.

The moment when a whip made of lightning wrapped around dozens of boss monsters and pushed them into their abdomens.

The sound of bones and flesh being crushed resounded.

change has begun.

As a result of the continuous attack, the scratches that had formed here and there on Atlas disappeared in an instant.

The damaged part was covered with the monster’s skin, and the head grew stronger than before.

It wasn’t even that.

Resurrect the monster’s corpse with black gas.

Create a holy shield from the shield of the cross to block attacks.

Atlas tormented them in every way.

In the end, Yuna-kyung screamed at her fantastic performance because of her versatility.

“Aww really! Does this make sense?! It’s not a novel like ‘I am the strongest in the world’, but what kind of production job is so strong!”

“…An item that mimics the skills of other lords and ghosts is power.”

“That makes no more sense!”

Yuna-kyung burst into anger.

It is common knowledge that the original copy is weaker than the original.

Even more so if he imitated the absolute skills of other monarchs.

No matter how you look at it, the power used by Atlas, the Lord of Creation, was far superior to the original in some ways.

to them like that.

The Creator spoke calmly.

[It is better not to underestimate it. Because my Atlas is the original and complete form of all Holy Spirit Ages.]

Holy Spirit Age (Star Spirit Machine).

The armor he made for the ghosts of the Liberation Brigade.

Of course, words are just armor.

The entity was close to a protective suit.

In fact, the core effect of the Holy Spirit is to prevent erosion, which is a side effect of the descent of the constellation, so that the power of the stars can be fully exerted.

Furthermore, it was about allowing the Constellation to descend on oneself through the medium of monarch-class items.

However, it is a different story of the Holy Age, made only with Dberg’s hammer.

This Atlas was the one and only holy weapon for combat made by mobilizing the power of the Seven Arcs possessed by the World Federation.

The operation time is extremely short because the performance is extremely improved even at the expense of safety.

It could not handle the excessive power of the stars, and in less than an hour, the erosion rate of the occupants ran rampant and the engine collapsed.

Even so, it could only be activated in this dungeon now, when the ritual was being performed and the power of the Seven Arcs was overflowing.

But it didn’t matter.

Anyway only 1 hour.

No, it was enough to prevent their escape for several tens of minutes.

“Cool!”

Of course, the price was high.

The enormous power of the stars flowing through Atlas, which humans dare not dare to handle, was eating away at his body every moment.

blood is drying up

My intestines are twisting.

gradually breaking bones.

That excruciating pain is living hell itself.

It was to the point where it was more comfortable to receive the attacks of the princesses pouring down on Atlas with their bare bodies.

But it wasn’t the physical pain that bothered him the most.

It was the erosion of the Constellation.

Instead of giving strength and skills.

A contract with the Constellation that mortgages the soul.

The master of the unique skill ?Constellation Descent?, who twisted it to draw out the power of the stars, was eating away at his soul, ignoring even the protection of the Holy Spirit.

It was a great loss to himself as well as to the Constellation descending on him.

But the Creator didn’t care.

Even to salvation.

even at the end.

Even to the Constellation.

he wasn’t interested

Nevertheless, there is one reason why he is still fighting as the specter of the Liberation Brigade.

Because this was what Ruler, the benefactor who saved him, wanted.

Of course he knew.

The fact that Ruler must have been aware of this kind of personality, so he came and showed grace when he was in the most danger.

But it didn’t matter.

More than once receiving grace.

It is natural to pay it back.

Because it was his belief that it was a duty that must be followed.

and this moment.

The price for that belief was coming for him.

“Everyone back off!”

?Seventy

-two types of martial arts, super-dragons, super-dragons, super-dragons,

three-way union, celestial-air

heat sword, ?????????

Li Qingyu spreads his shadow.

Rose making circles with her sword.

Shortly after Hasneti clenched her fist.

The black orb that sucked everything in and the fireball that glowed as hot as the sun were sucked into the shadow and formed the shape of a huge sword.

The Creator tried to stop the sword using all means, but it was useless.

It’s the dragon’s power.

It was a power that could destroy the world containing the power of the three princesses who completed the dragon’s blood.

And so, the moment the sword of shadow that destroyed the energy shield pierced Atlas,

Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

a huge explosion.

It covered Atlas’ huge body.

The shadows that seeped through the water-thick gloves and burrowed deep into the delicate parts swelled thousands of times and spewed out flames.

The glove is crushed.

Firearms explode in succession,

devouring even nearby monsters.

The flashy, even dazzling explosion was enough to make even the veterans of the Seven Dragons, who were at a sufficient distance, feel the heat and shock.

“…oh my god.”

“Did you survive that?”

So it was.

Why did Yuna-kyung look tired?

The outer gloves as well as the inside are tattered, and even steam is being spit out.

Nevertheless, Atlas was still standing on his own two feet, and the broken parts were gradually being restored.

The mighty star power flowing from the Seven Arcs was moving this steel giant beyond even the laws of physics.

“No, this is the end.”

But Li Qingyu was not surprised.

Because the real main character she prepared was different.

And so, the moment when the Indian girl, who had been dozing off in the midst of this melee, slowly closed her eyes.

?Drunk moon dream knife. ?

????? ??

Life is a dream of

one night

.

serene stillness.

covered everything

As if the roaring explosions and fierce battles of the moment had all been a dream.

In the sudden silence.

when everyone stopped moving.

Wow!

Atlas’ huge body slowly fell backwards.

Atlas, which shook the dungeon as if an earthquake had occurred just by the impact of being knocked down, could neither regenerate nor rise again.

It wasn’t just Atlas.

There were still hundreds of final boss level monsters, each of which could threaten even the absolute.

All of them were lying on the floor with their bodies cut in half before they knew it.

“…I want to know if it’s over.”

“yes.”

Perhaps it was because the fierce battle had ended in vain.

He nodded to Ainsha, who was blinking with an expressionless face at the sight that was like a dream.

Li Qingyu said what he had confirmed through telepathy.

“The Creator Lord is dead.”

No matter how mighty Atlas is.

It didn’t matter now.

Because the creator who controlled it had already passed away.

Even the steel giant that endured even the dragon’s power could not stop the sword master’s swordsman’s sword that cut dreams beyond time and space.

Especially since the power of the stars overflowing inside was cracked due to the attacks of the princesses.

“Being a sword master is a scam, really.”

To annihilate the creation lords and monsters that even the princesses who completed the dragon’s blood had struggled with.

While Yuna-kyung, who realized how unreasonable a sword master is, sticks out her tongue.

Li Qingyu said calmly.

“Now let’s escape.”

“It shouldn’t be like that.”

“…!”

but right after that.

They all hardened.

A curtain of light appeared at the entrance to the 99th floor.

And it was because the voice from above the fallen Atlas was telling them.

The fact that the Creator finally achieved his goal at the cost of his own life.