Sword Pilgrim

Chapter 177

Episode 177

Kururureung.

thunderstorm is noisy

Before you know it, the sky is full of dark clouds and thunder is sneaking up.

then soon

Kwakwang!!

It strikes with lightning, but it is not normal.

Because the person who was struck by lightning was none other than Bibi, the center of this phenomenon.

A howl resembling a mixture of a dragon and a wolf echoes every time lightning strikes.

However, even so, Bibi did not let go of the sword in her mouth and was trying to inflate her body even more.

what the hell are you doing

Colleas didn’t know what was going on.

I’m just guessing

‘Cheonggeomdo Bibido.’

I could feel that I was standing at a crossroads even without anyone telling me.

Dark clouds roll in and bundles of lightning strike the area.

At the center of it is the Thunder Dragon, which is positioned as if it has changed into lightning itself.

there was rain

Kkukkudeukdeuk!

The thundering dragon’s cry that shakes the heavens and the earth eats up the surrounding noise.

The falling lightning and energy make it impossible to move hastily.

The shadow of the thunder dragon nestled in the thunderbolt grows bigger and bigger.

The same goes for the sword you are biting.

‘The brain cheong-geom and the baboon are growing at the same time. It’s a strange thing.’

I didn’t just look at Bibi’s growth. That’s what it looked like.

Bibi and Brain Blue Sword.

The two were already one.

The whole area was sanctified to see if Bibi’s image was like that. The constant blue lightning strikes prove this.

This was the baboon’s sanctuary.

Thunderbolt Sanctuary.

Let’s go!

bang!

Strike the flying lightning with the back of your hand.

The back of my hand is quite numb despite the momentary dragon power.

‘The power of the thunderbolt…’

It became incomparably stronger.

No, it’s getting stronger.

The baboon’s body repeats inhalation and exhalation, gradually getting bigger and smaller.

and soon.

The dragon’s roar stretched towards the sky.

Aaaaaaang-!

Viscount Chow!

That time when lightning strikes like a storm and creates chaos in the surroundings.

Crank Crank.

In the center where there is a blue thunderbolt.

Bibi, who had changed into a dignified figure that could not be compared to before, was standing there.

[Kreureu.]

As soon as he saw that figure, Beatty, who had been biting the monsters, revealed it.

and at the same time. Vivi, who had turned into a thunderbolt, ran toward Beatty.

Suddenly, the two started competing.

bang!

“Why are you on so bad terms?”

It’s ridiculous to see them fight if they just make eye contact.

Normally, it would have dried by now, but not now.

Rather, there was no one better than Beatty to test Vivi’s strength.

Kwaaang-!

Beatty soars into the sky flapping her wings, and Vivi’s new model chasing him after changing into lightning strikes them from the sky.

bang! bang! Quaang!

What makes him so angry is that each attack is very bloody. They fight as if they are attacking to kill.

Same goes for Bibi.

As the thunderbolt itself moved, Beatty was pushed back in speed.

That too in the sky.

“Now it just flies.”

The baboon moved like a thunderbolt, spewing thunderbolt from its entire body.

From a distance, it didn’t look like a thunder dragon, but just like a thunder dragon itself.

It shoots thunderbolts in all directions.

baboon’s claws. speed. And the cerebral cortex was surprisingly strengthened.

And that’s not all.

‘The brain blue sword has turned into a great sword.’

Compared to the original baboon’s body, the brain was too small.

But not anymore.

A brain-sword of the size that turned into a greatsword as if it were adapted to Vivi’s body shape.

Bibi’s swordsmanship, which uses it, seemed to have become surprisingly proficient.

“How is that possible?”

I can’t believe it even when I see it

Pushes Beatty at a speed that is hard to follow with the naked eye, scatters thunderbolts from a distance, and cuts with a sword at close range.

It was helpless.

Whenever Beatty tries to bite or scratch, it turns into a thunderbolt and disappears, or it bounces off with thunderbolt. Then one day.

Quaang-!

Lightning strikes from the sky, but the blow must have been considerable, and Beatty’s iron armor was cracking or shattering.

“Beati is being pushed.”

[I look like that too.]

This is kind of surprising.

To be honest, I didn’t feed Bibi the purified fragments of corruption for this.

There wasn’t much to ask for. I just wanted Bibi to cheer up.

I had no other thoughts…

‘It’s more than I thought.’

I never thought that the power of purifying the fragments of corruption would change that much.

‘Has it become a complete dragon now?’

I can’t see the magic energy.

Surprisingly, there are no traces.

Now, it’s safe to say that it’s a complete brain dragon.

Besides, that mighty power.

“It’s good enough to deal with the Master.”

If it was Bibiman, it might have been overwhelming, but it seemed different because he had a brain scan.

maybe.

‘It seems that the level of the brain blue sword has also risen.’

The level of the brain sword, which was a spiritual sword, is different.

It seemed that he had risen to the heights of fantasy.

Otherwise, there is no way that Bibi would have created a sanctuary.

[Master. You should avoid it…]

“It’s done.”

Beatty’s wings are cut off by Vivi and she spins and falls.

Niall was worried that Colius would be damaged because of its size, but he didn’t need to worry.

Seruk.

Callius raised his hand and his eyes turned purple.

Then the snow field scattered and caught the falling Beatty.

bang!

As if the impact of the fall had exploded the surroundings, pure white snow powder and sand dust were scattered.

after a while

On the floor, there was only Beatty, who had been shattered by the iron armor all over her body and had her wings cut off, and Bibi, who looked down on them loftily.

Beatty turned into grayish smoke as if it was unfair and was reverse summoned, and Bibi slowly came down to Callius with a different look from the one she was looking at Beatty.

“baboon.”

The body grew even bigger.

He is holding the brain blue sword he is holding tighter, and his appearance has changed a lot.

The blue scales that symbolize dragons became bigger and harder and occupied a large volume of the body.

The tail also had scales, horns and soft fur, and the claws were almost twice as long and thick.

Above all, the feeling of energy is different.

“It must have awakened the power of the dragon.”

There’s even brain teasing and great swordsmanship.

Callius reached out to Bibi.

Bibi, now a true Thunder Dragon, happily bowed her head in his hand.

I tried to change my temper a little, but it didn’t.

Bibi was Bibi.

“It held up well.”

The corners of Colius’ lips loosened at the sight of Bibi wagging his tail and delighted. Callius, who had been interacting with Bibi for a long time, turned away.

“Please save me! lily!! Kuck!”

Brance was still being beaten by the black knights. Callius ignored it and moved on.

“Now let’s go slowly.”

Because the war isn’t over yet.

“Go to the castle.”

“Please save me! lily!! lily! Because I’ve come to my senses, Nari!! lily!! hey!!”

Ignoring Colliers, he headed for the castle.

* * *

Jaybarsh.

In that area, hundreds of barricades and soldiers blocking the monsters were fighting fiercely.

The corpses of witches were piled up on the roadblock, but countless witches and brainwashed or dead knights were still coming like waves from afar.

and.

-Goooooooooooo!

“Stop! Stop it!”

“Aaaagh!”

Reinforced trolls appearing on the front lines.

Trolls wrapped in stakes and threads and even wearing iron armor appeared one after another.

It was a time full of despair.

As if the hope that originally bloomed in despair is more intense.

They too had hope.

“My lord!”

Whoops-!!

Their hope was Elverton.

The sight of Elverton walking around the battlefield wielding the storm sword – Kalis encouraged them.

The spirit of the soldiers skyrocketed when he took down a reinforced troll after a lot of hard work.

However.

thump thump!

The troll was not one.

Six trolls appearing here and there at the same time and destroying power lines.

Even after defeating one, the trolls reappeared or quickly regenerated their wounds and moved repeatedly.

The battlefield was hell for the northerners.

And also on the front a little further from Zeybarsh.

Despair and hell completely coexisted.

“Whoop whoop…! Are you okay?”

“It’s okay! But the old man!”

A mercenary boy who couldn’t bear to say the old man…

Chris looked at the struggling old man in front of him.

The old man’s armor was a mess.

It was stained with blood, had someone’s flesh stuck in it, and was dented here and there.

No matter how such strength emanated from a dry and bony body, the old man’s sword did not break.

On the contrary, he killed his enemies with difficulty.

“Wake up boy. Was the light that appeared from your sword the only light that would be broken here?”

“Oh no!!”

Chris woke up and woke up.

and took the sword

However, the power of the enemy in front of them was too great.

All of his mercenaries have already died.

in front of that ruthless giant.

-Grrrr

“What do you see that as?”

“A monster, what would it look like!”

“Is that so?”

“Then what does old man look like!”

“It’s just an enemy to cut down.”

Seeing him talking nonsense, I thought that the old man’s life was almost over.

with only one arm.

It was even more amazing to fight until the end with a body that was worse than others.

Chris saw him very little, but respected him wholeheartedly.

On this battlefield, he fought while taking care of those around him.

Because of that, even though there were times when he was hurt and his life was in danger, he did not change his behavior.

Strangely, he seemed to fall if hit, but he never fell.

Although it stumbled, it did not break.

“I wished I was alive until he came.”

“What do you mean? Avoid inspiration!”

The troll’s fist strikes for inspiration.

Chris jumped right in, but the one-armed old man didn’t.

He just twisted his body slightly, slanting the troll’s fist at an angle with the sword he was holding in his bony arm.

“Originally, when this arm was cut off, I was supposed to die a heroic death. boy.”

“I am Chris. Not a boy!”

But he didn’t die.

He always regretted it.

I thought there was nothing I could do with my one remaining arm.

I spent all of my remaining energy and recovering my arm that had lost life.

No longer did the sword come out with as much power as before.

Human life span is finite.

It is even more so for those who have rolled on the battlefield.

Injured, injured, recovering, and pouring out their heart again to slash their enemies, their lifespan is shorter than anyone else.

One-armed old man.

Bernard did.

Like a bright apricot, he entrusted his will and sword to the latter, but this was only a shiny thing.

he didn’t die

I couldn’t fight bravely.

I couldn’t do it like my friend.

So.

He lived a miserable life.

He lost his arm, lost his strength, and couldn’t even hold a sword.

In the northern castle, he spent every day looking after the children and caring for those who confessed his sins.

However, Bernard was originally a warrior.

He was a knight who wandered the battlefield all his life.

A person who carries out his convictions with his sword.

What kind of joy would there be if the person who did that lost his sword and lost the battlefield?

Bernard regretted it.

I regretted it several times.

So, I took up the sword again.

from scratch again. I swung my sword again.

When I lost one arm and grabbed the sword again with my weak body.

Bernard remembered him.

The stupid disciple who told me to teach myself with a cheeky attitude.

And the swordsmanship used by the disciple who appeared a few years later appeared clearly.

A sword that cannot be held with two hands has no strength. There was nothing like it because he had even aged out of his original strength.

I don’t know the name.

just imitate

Swoop.

A swordsmanship that sheds everything like a wave.

A sword that defeats opponents effortlessly.

Bernard gave the nameless swordsmanship a name.

Following the skills of the disciple.

“Yoo-su-hwa.”

Flowers that flow smoothly like a waterway.

The sword that Colius had only described as shedding.

It sheds the troll’s fist.

A sword that sheds the strong fists of a troll from its staggering body like a scarecrow.

“Look closely, boy. I’m crazy and I don’t have a disciple, so look at you too. Take a look and show him later.”

“Even if I’m not a boy…! It’s Chris!”

This master has made the skill you struggled with useful.

When the troll, who was about to hit the ground, threw out his fist again.

Bernard once again used oil painting to let go of his fist, and then used that power to draw a half moon.

Pooh!

The troll’s blood rained down.

thud!

One of the troll’s severed arms fell to the floor.

The troll clasps its severed limbs and howls.

Bernard gave a good-looking giggle before slowly breaking down.

Finally, the appearance of the mercenary boy rushing forward.

Bernard looked at the dark night sky with blurry vision.

The northern night sky is toxic today.

Many stars twinkled.

However, among those many stars.

It’s like I don’t have anything of my own anymore.

“It’s bittersweet.”

he had a bitter taste

But now it didn’t matter.

Stars that can only be seen at night are stars.

We are people who wait for the rising sun every day.

“The northern sun will come. Boy. That crazy sun is my disciple.”

That’s how the old star in the night sky disappeared.