Sword Pilgrim

Chapter 254

Episode 254

When Emily was made into a sword.

Colliers got the odds together. When Emily’s scabbard was made and the new sword was unified. He realized that he could use divine power more effectively and transformed the energy itself.

He was able to do many things, but unfortunately, there were many things to do, and he only had one body, so he didn’t have enough time to handle them one by one.

Then Helena caught my eye.

She came to play in the North for no particular reason, and in the eyes of Callius, she had the power she wanted so much, and that’s why she ate it.

He made Helena an apostle.

Unlike Fatalite, who was receiving a lot of attention from Balterus, it didn’t take much effort to make Helena an apostle.

It was also because he built a temple with the apostles of other gods to conserve his strength.

In any case, Callius dyed every corner of Helena with his own colors, making her an apostle and creating incarnations with her, including the power to move through shadows.

It was a so-called alter ego.

A body formed by the meeting of shadows and remnants.

Hwashin had a beautiful appearance that looked like a mixture of Colius and Helena.

The incarnation with gray hair and eyes, along with an androgynous appearance, said,

“It would be better to avoid combat for a while until you get used to it.”

Hwashin, who repeated clasping his hands, looked at the distant horizon.

A place where a storm rages and fragments of huge rocks float in the air.

It was a battlefield of the 2nd Ryongma War, a little far from the Empire.

This is a land where no one can live anymore, perhaps because it is a place where each extraordinary being battles.

It was also a place where blood and flesh would become soil, like the Holy Land, the Sahara, and the soil would become like a desert where the soil was broken and turned into sand.

The incarnation of Calius, named Kali, has two swords at the waist.

With the Devouring Sword-Roas and the Doyeom Sword-Erbiwe, he strode toward the battlefield of the Dragon Demon War, Limdia.

* * *

Lymphedore.

Originally, it was one of the great cities of the empire, famous for its glittering city and various attractions, but it was a ruined battlefield due to the Great War of the Dragon Horse.

A desolate place full of blood and pieces of meat on the floor, and flocks of crows and vultures pecking at them.

Now the place is called Lymphedore.

Clap, Clap, Clap!

A horse gallops across a devastated battlefield with a red flag on its back, making a haze of smoke.

Where the rider stopped was in front of a woman holding a spear.

It was Saint Ailee, who was unarmed and was wearing bandages all over her body, but she was in charge of the front line of Lymphedore.

Shards that were all shattered from the shoulder to the side. Her white flesh was visible, but a number of bloody bandages wrapped so that it could not be seen explained her pain. A little bit of necrotic or decayed skin was visible around open wounds and wrapped bandages.

There was no lack of treatment.

I just fought her using the kind of corrupt power that opponents can’t heal.

curses of all kinds. It was just an injury from fighting corruption with bizarre powers, such as corruption.

Even now those wounds are bad enough to eat at the saintess, but she was treating them casually and taking off her broken armor without a single sign of pain.

“The battle with the taunting Corruption caused too much damage. Many have died. Their sacrifices have slain the enemy, yet corruption is still at our throats.”

Ailee was handed a strong drink, took a sip of it, and sprayed it on her wound.

Cheeik! With a sound, the wounded area boiled.

It was the effect of the curse.

The rider, who got off his horse, looked at her with a devastated feeling, then hardened his face and said,

“They are coming.”

“Number.”

“About ten.”

“What about the dragon?”

“Similar numbers.”

Corruption and dragons are about to battle again with similar numbers.

“Where is the location?”

“It’s near the power lines. Looking at the line, it looks like it will come down more than before.”

The clenched saintess grabbed her spear and stood up. Then, the soldiers around her supported the saintess with worried eyes.

“It’s a start again. Their purpose is to resent each other, but the destruction of humans is also under the heart. It is going to descend gradually and involve humans.”

The saintess soaked herself in the strong drink and rinsed her mouth at the profuse vomiting of blood.

“You will need a shield. I have to say sorry to Junice again.”

“Why don’t you give a little of Saint Lymphedier? The situation in the military is not so good for you either. It’s been a war for several months. We are not even the protagonists. Getting caught up in their battles, inducing annihilation, and pushing them to death.”

“Only this.”

“…”

“If I can’t even block this, then I have no face with God.”

“The apostles who wished for the will of that goddamn god have disappeared and are not appearing! People can’t always be strong. I need a break. You are the best than anyone else on this battlefield!”

“…”

“I’m about to die here.”

“Third Spear of the Empire. Immortal Spear Reaper. I didn’t know you would worry about me.”

The immortal spear blushed with shame.

He was a representative spear of the empire who shouted that the qualities and intentions of saints in the past were questioned.

However, no matter how much he was, he could not help recognizing the saintess who claimed to be the vanguard in the battle between the dragon and corruption.

“This is the forty-seventh number of battles you have suffered in these months. Unlike corruption and dragons, humans need rest. Just like taking two steps forward requires taking one step back.”

However, the saintess shook her head.

“You are really stubborn.”

As the fire spear shook its head, the men standing behind it raised their mouths.

“That’s a saintess’ strong point.”

“Haha that’s right. In the world, it is the stubborn who change things more than the docile. I don’t hate those people.”

The Imperial Spear with her.

A total of thirteen spears of the Empire now had only six left.

Flame spear Ghost spear Immortality spear Thunder spear Geochang Twin spear.

“Reaper. I want to do it like you said. But considering the fallen spears here, I can’t.”

“…”

The saintess’ tone changed.

There was gloom in her eyes.

“The ninth spear, Malphad, whose head was torn off while guarding my front in the battle on the Gendex River. The seventh spear, Dex, whose limbs were cut off on Genby Hill. I will never forget Golos, who committed suicide after having nightmares due to a trick of corruption during the Battle of Bolora.”

It was the scene of a fierce battle.

A scene where one second seemed like ten minutes.

With one vain breath, the people with whom he talked died.

Not even one breath was to be taken in vain. Because with one breath, the position of the feet and the trajectory of the spear changed.

All the lives that were ignored because they were tired and painful later returned to themselves.

“The ghosts looked at me and laughed at me until the very end. Like an idiot, he will go first, telling him to run away and live. Since they said so, should I run away?”

The ghost covered his eyes with his hand.

Thunder Spear Alex scratched his head and sighed, and Twin Spear Gyro turned his back and held back tears.

“I can’t. Are you thinking of dying? no i don’t think so I will end this war Even if it sounds absurd, I am convinced. My body is rotting from repeated battles, but I feel that my strength is increasing.”

Several fragments in her hand.

She put them in her arms, whether they were corrupted or dragon.

Through bloody bandages.

* * *

A desolate battlefield.

Corruption arrives on the battlefield where unorganized pieces of meat are piled up like meat.

Eight axes are held in eight-armed hands.

Corruption flapping its wings out of dozens of hands and gliding through the skies of the battlefield.

Corruption that ensues.

A grotesque depravity capable of finding something under the sky, even though the hands attached to his temples are covering his eyes.

Bang him from the sky! got down

The corpses that were randomly lined up fly away along with the rocks.

The gigantic body roared and growled as it raised its eight bloody axes high into the sky.

The enemy in front of corruption was a man wearing a faded robe and carrying two swords around his waist.

The moment he tried to strike the ax at the enemy who casually approached the camp of corruption.

“I came to see the beginning.”

tall. Along with the stopped axe, the blindfolded fingers slipped open.

gigg.

The small eyes embedded in the baby’s palm protrude from the eye sockets along with the rotating head, looking at the man’s eyes as if searching for them.

[Jjoi has fallen. word. colorless. color will come Is that you?]

“Yes.”

[But I don’t know. Corruption that splits. It was. If Gorgal comes, hit him and you’ll know.]

Bang bang bang bang bang!!

Eight axes struck in an instant shattered the area.

Didn’t even give me time to respond.

Dozens or hundreds of axes hacked through Kali’s body.

Carly didn’t even resist.

The brutal blade of an ax that even split the Master’s body cut off the nape of his neck first.

The meat sliced in half is crushed by the shockwave.

The horror that should have left not even a piece of meat or even a blood stain. But there were ash and shadows.

[Picture now?]

The moment I tilted my head.

Behind the back of the corruption that spread its terrible wings made up of hundreds of hands and tried to fly away.

An oblique line of blue flame continues.

Chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

[Kyaaa Ah !!]

At once, the upper body is cut off and the screams of burning falls by blue flames fill the desolate battlefield.

“Continuing corruption. Why are you carrying an ax when it’s not your weapon? No false screams.”

In Kali’s hand, which appeared oozing gray ash, the sword she obtained after killing the Fire Dragon.

A sword was heard.

Blue flames freeze and burn corruption.

[Not gray. It’s blue.]

Even after being cut and burned, there was no pain in the words he spat out.

Suddenly, the threads attached here and there unravel, and the body is scattered into pieces.

Needles attached to the thread come out from all over the body and patch up the randomly fallen pieces of meat around it.

In an instant, a corruption that was sewn from the dragon’s flesh and made it his own was born.

The head also turned into a dragon, but human hands were covering only the eyes.

[I burned what was attached. I hate you.]

“Bring the lords of corruption. Because of you, I was useless. It’s still not easy to move my body.”

Corruption, which glared at Kali for a long time, flapped its patched wings and disappeared.

and after a while

[does not exist. It’s gone. has disappeared. Question: Perhaps he went to the battlefield!]

“…You idiot.”

The stupid reply of the ensuing Corruption, not knowing where the Corruption was, put the sword back in Kali’s hand.