Sword Pilgrim

Chapter 174

Episode 174

Somewhere in the North.

A place that is tightly blocked on all sides by thick forests.

However, there were all sorts of demonic beasts and knights standing in the dark as if they had lost their sense.

Their bodies had a few things in common, all thread and stake. Or it was that the iron needle was stuck.

Between them standing as if protecting something.

There were several people connected with the huge sphere and the threads that came out of it.

thread connected with a needle into the head.

And there were several followers sitting with dozens on their fingers.

A place full of silence.

A sudden follower groaned.

“What is it?”

“Number 7… Number 7 is dead…!”

7 times.

Unlike the seated followers, the man stood with his back folded.

Politan asked the retching follower.

“Who did you hit?”

Number 7 is a reinforced troll.

Followers who have threaded needles directly into their bodies are linked to a troll. Trolls don’t have strong minds, but trolls are still trolls.

This is because it was necessary to properly control and manipulate it directly.

The more powerful it is, the more range it can maneuver.

But to be trolled like that?

As the person in charge, Politan had no choice but to ask again.

“Have you been attacked by Zervan’s army?”

Politan was puzzled even as he asked. This was because the current army of Zervan was dealing with trolls of different numbers and monster corps.

Even if hundreds of Northerners gather, it’s hard to deal with one troll, but the troll that was moving to another place suddenly dies.

apparent loss of power.

I had to find out why.

“Oh no. That’s not…”

A tone trying to evade something.

Politan’s eyes narrowed.

“Tell me right!!”

“Ugh! Scouting I went after similar guys. They weren’t a threat, they were child soldiers, so I was going to deal with them quickly and return to the front line…”

Someone appeared.

Politan’s eyebrows narrowed.

He sighed and shook his head.

“…How many opponents were there?”

The loss of power is unfortunate, but unavoidable. what if it’s already gone

Rather than that, the priority is to figure out the situation and reorganize tactics for it.

The first step is to check the opponent’s power.

“…I was alone.”

“alone? There is no one who can deal with the strengthened trolls we made with thread and stakes alone…”

I thought there would be no one in the North.

But there was.

“Hmm… not impossible. I foresaw the possibility that there might be hidden powers that I hadn’t grasped.”

it could be.

It’s like a troll, isn’t it a way for heroes to appear in turbulent times?

Like a troll.

I’m sorry but I can’t help it.

“Any other information? What format did you get it in? poison? Or did it have some other tactic or unique ability?”

I can’t help what has already happened

Rather, reinforce the troll based on information about him.

That’s the important part.

“Uh… that took a hit.”

“…what?”

single blow.

In a single blow, the connection with the troll was severed.

Followers said so.

“No way! Even if Calis, the progenitor of the north, comes, that is impossible! Who the hell are you! Could it be that the pope is here? Or is it a saint!?”

The Pope known as the Saint of Carpe.

Are you a Philistine? yes it is possible

I can understand.

Or the sword saint of Carpe?

It’s a bit difficult to understand, but the saintess’ genius is already well known.

She was originally a celebrity, and there is a story that her swordsmanship is close to miraculous, as if it were directly descended from the sky, so if coincidence coincides, it could be.

one in a thousand. The odds of one in a million overlap, and it could happen by chance.

“I do not know. It was the first time I saw it. It was a person who emitted gray divine power, but when he appeared, ashes fell all over the area. In a single blow right after…”

“…”

A new strongman appeared.

And the gray divine power?

ashes?

These are meaningless sounds.

“The enhanced troll is the work of conversion created by mobilizing all of Krasion’s technical skills. Even the Master of the Empire cannot cut it in one blow. Even the saintess of the empire is the same. It’s impossible.”

However, if that statement is true, the plan will be disrupted.

“No matter how strong… no matter how strong you are, you won’t be able to deal with an army of reinforced trolls all at once. and the reverse of conversion. Even if an adult comes, First is not the type to be beaten.”

The operation continues.

furthermore.

“No matter how strong he is, he probably doesn’t have multiple bodies. Does not matter. furthermore. Our strength is not limited to trolls.”

I’ve already sent trolls to several places.

He alone will not be able to prevent the destruction of the North.

position is secured.

It’s enough to quickly move all power and destroy the North.

The trolls had already advanced to the castle.

“What happened to him and Brance?”

“We are moving as directed.”

soon.

“Zervan will collapse.”

Politan’s yellow teeth were brightly exposed.

* * *

An expressionless face, as if it had no emotion.

However, his beauty, as if drawn with a brush and perfectly balanced as if sculpted by God, was intact even on the battlefield.

Black hair blowing in the northern wind.

Eyes that seemed to be soaked in ashes.

Holding the sword, he was like a painting.

With scattered ashes.

pure white snow.

and forest.

fallen troll.

An existence that creates the same effect as a masterpiece of the century with just that.

Colliers von Zervan.

The savvy heir of the north and the hero of Carpe has appeared.

“Dad…”

I don’t want to cry.

But it was complicated in my head.

Fluffy eyes are dripping down.

fear of dying. Broken shoulder and injured body pain.

Blurred vision and dizzy consciousness.

However, as soon as the warmth came along with the relief, it seemed that if I let go of my strength, I would lose my mind.

“Okay.”

Callies’ expression didn’t change.

like the first time

There was no change in facial expression.

If he was like any other child, he would have been saddened by his father’s expressionless face.

Emily didn’t.

On the contrary, I was relieved by that expressionless face.

The expression on her face, as if she didn’t have to worry about anything, reassured her.

so that.

slip.

Emily closed her eyes and fell asleep in her father’s arms.

“Emily!”

“I was just stunned. Don’t make a fuss.”

Callius, who quieted the screaming Flora, wonders if Emily will be hurt. Carefully lifted her up and laid her down.

Then, he took holy water, sprinkled it on the wound, and opened his mouth to slowly feed it.

Only after checking the wounds that healed quickly did Callius slowly engrave Emily in his eyes.

“You have grown a lot.”

It is said that children get bigger when they take their eyes off of you for a moment, but is that true?

Emily, who has grown up the same as she was when she was a child, has grown to the point where she can now be called a lady.

I was proud and proud of that figure, but at the same time, I was a little disappointed.

‘I wish I had grown up a little slower.’

How nice it would have been to peacefully watch the child grow up in a peaceful life.

However, the world he lives in does not allow this.

To stand still is to be weeded out.

Callius stands on top of the gears of the pendulum.

If it stays still, it will be pushed back and fall soon.

To a pit you can’t climb back up from.

He had an unusually sad expression, but that was only for a moment.

Callius wiped the blood from Emily’s cheek with a handkerchief and combed her hair before seeing Flora standing blankly behind her.

“That that… I’m the count…”

Callius passed lightly at the overbearing Flora.

“You’ve grown a lot, Flora.”

“Do you remember me?”

“I remember. How is Peter?”

Flora’s cheeks come to mind.

A face as if he didn’t know that he would remember himself. Even mentioning my father gave me an honored expression.

‘There’s no way I can’t remember. You grew up to be a colorful child.’

The child who would normally become a sword demon who would threaten Carpe has changed like that.

Callius laughed inwardly and made his way towards the fallen troll.

A troll split exactly in half.

Callius’ technique.

It was quite a sight to see a troll cut in half using annihilation.

But that’s not what’s important.

“The thread and the stake.”

Threads and stakes wound around the body.

And there is nothing to be caught by his widespread feeling. It is said that no one controlling the troll is nearby.

Colliers could see why.

‘Is it Politan?’

it’s named

on the downside.

‘I’d better kill him now.’

Politan is not the existence that should have appeared now.

Originally, when the world deepens a little more and dragons and demons often appear.

He is a guy who stole injured dragons and demons from wandering around the war like a parasite to increase his strength.

“I’m not that much of a threat right now.”

It gets pretty annoying after a while.

He is the villain who can be called a late-stage plastic surgery.

If left unattended, he will gather power like a squirrel and become stronger.

If possible, he is the one who should be annihilated as quickly as possible.

Emily was hurt in the first place.

As long as the North suffered damage.

“I have no intention of killing him easily.”

Because his ability is very useful.

“You…”

“Carliers!”

Livan and Lini.

Have you both grown up like that?

enough to not know

“Did you kill him?”

“As expected, Mr. Carliers!! Great!”

“They’ve all grown up.”

Swoop.

Callius took one look at the lying Emily and then reached out for the troll.

“It must be my fault for giving you only one sword.”

Callius’ eyes were bitter when he saw the broken Lucerne stuck in the troll.

Soon, pure divine power filled the area. Rivan and others were startled by the power that took their breath away.

A sword was immediately created.

?Blocking Sword – Ingrid?

Level is zero, and unique abilities are blocked.

‘blockade.’

It is a special type of sword.

The meaning of blockade means to lock the door so that it cannot come in and out.

The blocking sword seemed to mean temporarily blocking the opponent’s movement.

It’s a pretty useful sword.

It’s a troll that Emily faced directly, so it’s also a commemoration.

‘An anti-demon sword takes a little bit, but I’m not a child who can be seduced by that much.’

Laying down the troll’s sword beside Emily lying down, Callius drew another sword from his bosom and slammed it into the ground.

The troll’s sword had a scabbard, but it wasn’t there.

“Your sword…”

“It’s a sword made from cutting the spear of the Empire. it’s useless to me Give it as a gift.”

The gatekeeper who guarded Lactus’ flower garden.

Old Imperial Spear.

A sword made from the corpse of a bastard.

It is a fantasy sword and a sword of poetry, but it was not very necessary for Callius.

‘Because he’s not very interested in his poetry, and he’s full of annoying things.’

The prince and the emperor’s concubine who framed themselves. And it is a ridiculous condition to ask for revenge on the emperor.

Of course, the reward couldn’t be ordinary, but Colius wasn’t too keen on it.

However, when he tried to use it as a sword, his ability as a sword was ambiguous.

‘Because a sword that puts restrictions on one’s body and the opponent’s body is useless unless one is used to it for a long time.’

for example.

If you put a restriction on your own and the opponent’s field of view against the one who collided with your sword once, you will lose sight at the same time. It may be considered quite useful, but it took quite a long training to have an advantage with this sword, and it was a unique ability that did not mean much anyway in battles with transcendentalists.

Of course, you can use it easily in the realm below it.

‘It’ll be helpful for Emily’s training, so you’d better have it than me.’

Even if the ability is like that, it’s a fantasy sword, so it won’t be broken like this time.

“Count. By the way, I don’t know if you know, but the situation in the north right now…”

“I know. And it doesn’t matter.”

Callius pulled out the Iron Lord.

Soon, the bottom of his feet turned black.

A huge dragon’s head suddenly popped out of the pitch-black pool.

“omg!”

“What!!”

Leaving behind those who are startled.

Ironclad Dragon – Callius said, riding on Beatty’s head.

“Please take care of Emily.”

Whoa-!

With the flapping wings of the dragon, the figure of Colius disappeared far into the sky.

Each child’s dawn bloomed in the hearts of the children who were staring blankly at him.