Sword Pilgrim

Chapter 271

Episode 271:

The Ruined City.

Articles mixed in the gap.

The corruption that slaughter them and the flying dragon with the body of a gigantic body.

There are monsters and madmen who seek prey in lower places.

They are all different, but they all aim for one thing.

human.

They want human death.

God’s wrath on man.

Nature’s wrath on man.

Those who unleash their empty stomach anger on humans.

However, the essence of all of them is that they are brothers who came from the same place.

So even if a human fights with a human, it won’t be much different.

Is that why? The comrades who had greeted each other warmly until yesterday suddenly pointed their swords at each other.

“I wanted to discuss swords with you from long ago.”

“So was I. You are lucky.”

Yesterday’s comrades are today’s enemies.

It was a phenomenon that happened simultaneously, not just one part.

One of those possessed by those who serve God.

The sense of victory overheated without meaning.

His desire to fight with someone was amplified and he was running out of control.

from the knights.

ranged from master to master.

Thanks to this, the world, which was already on the verge of destruction, created more brilliant chaos.

“You’re upset.”

I could see it in Callie’s eyes.

No, it felt clearer than my eyes.

The holy power of those who died fighting each other was passed on to the victor.

The number of those who become stronger increases exponentially.

Compared to Colius, in Jojok Hemostasis or their world, a single victory doubles the quality or quantity of holy power, so there is no reason not to fight.

Power is the sweetest thing to knights than any drug.

Soon, that power will return to God’s side.

Kwaaang-!

The explosion blows.

I could clearly feel the vibrations of the shield and spear saintess fighting so far.

“You don’t have to dry it?”

“The grudge between the two is not something I can intervene in. It won’t be easy to win or lose, so you can leave it for a while.”

Now that we’ve just started fighting, it’s time for each other to overflow with strength.

The fight between a spear that can pierce anything and a shield that can block anything is not easily won or lost.

The one who gets tired first will lose.

“More than that, Esther. Are you okay?”

“Yes, it is fine.”

“Amazing.”

“yes?”

Everyone else is in a frenzy, but why isn’t Esther like that? Is it because I didn’t give up on moving forward? I don’t know.

‘It’s not that important.’

Formerly Fatalitega. And the compassion that Emily showed toward the giant.

It happened all over the world.

Perhaps with this in mind, the gods put the world together.

Those who do not believe in God fight and call out to an unknown god in confusion.

“I am not a farmer.”

They want a quick harvest by overgrowing the seeds they have sown.

It’s safe to say that I’m in a great hurry to get this all done in three days.

In the meantime.

Colliers was struggling.

Even in this chaotic situation, he had to make a choice.

In the midst of God’s wicked tricks.

Because I had to protect my own.

“Helena.”

Swoop.

Helena’s new model rising from the shadows adheres closely to Callius.

“yes.”

“Sir Helena? No why no why there.”

Helena smiled at Esther, who was startled, and hugged Callius’ neck proudly. Esther’s hand on the hilt trembled.

But either way, Colliers ordered her to do it.

“I’ll have to bring Fatalite.”

“Shall I go alone? As you know, she keeps saying no.”

She is fighting a powerful enemy.

Reported by Helena’s shadow.

been reported all along.

Even now, Fatalite can be called the strongest corruption.

fighting with her

“No, I have to go. I still need time.”

Isabel’s Eye was obtained by catching the original corruption. Fragments of Corruption. and dragon heart.

It is the force of gravity possessed by the incarnation of Kali.

and another one.

A thread obtained through Isabelle’s favor.

She secretly passed the thread.

thread sanctuary.

There is a lot of energy to gather.

There are still things to add to it.

‘stellar.’

‘huh.’

‘What will happen to you if you defeat the corrupted body?’

‘That’s it, I don’t know? ‘Cause I’m just a part Wouldn’t it remain in you, be absorbed, or disappear? If that’s not the case…’

or become something new.

‘The reason why I fell must be God’s arrangement. Corruption originally became an imperfect weapon. They are weapons that can grow.’

Weapons that can grow.

It is a corruption born by God’s arrangement.

Fallen Stella maybe.

It must be a weapon with more features.

“Come on for a while.”

“Wait a minute!”

Shuk.

Esther’s hand clenched the air at Colius’ new model that disappeared in an instant.

* * *

Pooh!

The thick, hot sound of water splashed.

Blood vomited over the broken wreckage.

The overflowing and spurting blood covered the area.

“Ah… blood doesn’t taste good.”

woo.

Fatalite’s heart calmed as he spat out the blood that surged up.

The beating of his heart, which had been heated by the heat of battle, gradually faded.

The hot head is spinning round and round in unison with the clouded vision.

Fatalite, flushed from head to toe, seemed to be struggling to barely stand.

But she finally got up and grabbed the sword covered in blood.

Because she was in front of the sword.

“I have been compared to you for half of my life. It was a very unpleasant life.”

[It must have been unpleasant.]

“But it was also glorious. It was also sad. If you and I lived in the same time zone… I used to think like that.”

[What was the conclusion I

came to at the end of my thoughts?]

Stella chuckled.

She, who had been expressionless all along, showed her expression. Although it was only a mockery.

[Your mind must have changed.]

Her sword draws an arc.

Fatalite instinctively tries to figure out Stella’s trajectory.

With a head that doesn’t turn, I try to figure it out with a reddened vision.

‘It’s difficult.’

Stella’s sword itself was difficult.

It is also because her sword is a petal in the first place. Petals fluttering, not knowing whether to go this way or that way.

It soon becomes thinner than paper or thicker than wood and stone.

If all of them are cut, it is a fatal wound.

A type of sword that even she, who became an apostle of Colius, could not easily accept.

‘The wound is seething.’

Cut wounds boil.

Like poison planted in a pretty flower.

It hinders regeneration and rather erodes it.

It is like a flower about to take root.

Hundreds of sword attacks per second.

With a body that wouldn’t be strange if he collapsed right away, Fatalite split the sword.

They die in one blow and live in one stroke, sharing sword strikes with each other and increasing their speed fiercely.

A storm rages around due to the black wind, but it doesn’t matter.

For a swordsman, a battle against an opponent is the sweetest thing in the world.

However.

Pooh!

Sweetness ends someday, and soon only bitterness remains.

“ah.”

The sword is released from your hand.

The body lost balance and the sword lost in the hand.

And Stella’s sword was caught by Fatalite’s senses.

“Embarrassing…”

Splash.

Suddenly, the shadow on the floor where she fell fell like water in a lake.

The figure of Fatalite, who fell into the shadows, is nowhere to be found, and what appears is a man.

A person with gray hair and eyes who appeared waving ashes.

[Grey.]

The man in gray and the one who will become the god of the sword sheath.

“Is this your first time meeting?”

The corners of Stella’s mouth drew an arc.

“If you appear like this, you are not a god, but a prince…”

“If the saintess dies, what will be my face? That’s all.”

“It would be a loss of face for a god to die instead of a saintess.”

“Don’t worry. I will not die.”

Swoop.

When Fatalite’s eyes are closed, it slowly disappears and permeates into his side.

At the same time, all the information about the battle with Stella was imprinted in my head.

With her sword, the strength of her habit permeated her entire body.

[Wait. Sword collection.]

Kuung-!

What is contained in the sword that is thrown is a broken flower.

Waves of black petals instantly hit Callius.

“It’s too much for a greeting.”

But what could be a more appropriate greeting between the two?

Silver sword sword-breaking furnace.

It was a technology that was different from the starting point of the story of Colius.

but.

Chew! With a single sword strike, the road to Pahwaro splits.

“I know Pahwaro so well that it’s boring.”

He pulls the cut-off blowaro back into his own and creates a wave of petals.

“Pahwaro.”

Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

The petals, which started as a pahwaro similar to hers, become ash with his power.

Petals burn.

and soon. It blooms again as a flower of ashes.

“Repealization.”

Quagga gag gag-!!

Conflicts between black and gray occur one after another.

A thunderous roar shattered the whole area, and a tremendous gale blew out.

Whoops.

The smoke clears and Callius lets out a satisfied laugh.

“That’s Stellar.”

A black lotus flower bloomed at the center of the collision that Pahwaro collided with.

A black lotus flower with buds blooms and Stella’s figure appears. With an appearance that is no different from the incarnation of a flower. She emerges as the sword itself, united with the sword.

It has power to the point of wondering why it didn’t become a god.

I recognized it at a glance.

Stella is equal to God.

that it has enough power.

“Titeo. I need your strength.”

widely!

Crackling fragments. The moment it was broken by Titeo’s sword and disappeared.

Quung-!

Titeo changes.

The shapes of the swords that were joined flowed down.

wheein.

Change brings wind.

The wind raises dust on the ground and creates irreversible storms.

thumping.

[Rain?]

It is black rain that falls in an intense storm. The moment you hit it, the scenery changes in an instant.

pop. pop. pop.

As the entwined storm died down, a strange sound of water came.

The sound of water drops falling on a calm lake whispers in her ear one after another.

-Almighty God, protect me with eternal light. Guide me with your holy wisdom. Because it is dark on my way, lead my soul with divine light

. The splashing water that touches my feet keeps whispering harsh things in my ears.

-Even if my soul is corrupted, the souls of those who are by my side, please do not fall and be holy. The light of divinity does not shine on me, so do not turn to the enemy in front of me. I am a corrupt person who does not want divinity.

Tears spilled on the floor.

A depravity that is weeping.

– I will make it possible for you to be angry.

tall.

The man who had been crying silently next to the stopped Stella turned around.

-I won’t cry anymore.

I take out the sword soaked in tears.

It is not tears that the man sheds.

It will become the blood of the enemy standing in front of you.