Chapter 598 – Voice and Truth of the Sword
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Snuggle Geek, thump! And the door to the coffin of Yeomma was firmly closed.
Since no one was in the control room, it was strange that it was closed like this, and all the demons gathered there thought in unison.
However, it is not only the back that they need to pay attention to, but the front as well.
What comes out louder than the sound of a door closing is the sound of a person falling to the ground, as heavy as a piece of wood that has been submerged in water.
A black magic swordsman who proudly entered the front gate – a young man who called himself a disciple of the Sword Saint.
He, with a sword with a pattern of red waves – he was cutting down his comrades without using a magic sword or a holy sword.
Hearing the name Cleon, they must have flinched.
A few days ago, Yeomma sent assassins twice to kill him, but both failed.
For the first attempt, there was a justification for a little bit of testing, so the failure itself wouldn’t have meant much, but-
As for the second attempt, the head of Yeomma really prepared thoroughly in many ways and sent the assassins.
The result was a much more serious failure than the first one.
All the dispatched people died, and they could not achieve a friendly relationship to take someone like a water ghost.
In the history of Yeomma, a failure this serious is said to be the ‘second’.
At the time, I tried to assassinate the demon with all my might, but it failed and was annihilated.
All eight executives were killed by one assassination target.
Besides, just like that incident, it is the same clan of black demons as at that time who are now cutting down their comrades in front of them.
After all, isn’t it an exaggerated rumor that they are a cursed family of demons?
Looking at the young man, who is a disaster itself for them, with sad eyes, they try to kill themselves, but-
“Next, you. I challenge you to a duel.”
After he points his sword, no one can attack Cleon except for the opponent.
Unknown raison d’etre, inefficiency, form-oriented, irrational-
In order to risk my life to protect a rule that would not be strange no matter how many negative modifiers were attached to it—
No, it was to avoid the death that would be faced if he violated it.
[It’s ridiculous. Does this really work?]
Galatea spat out as if she was dumbfounded while watching the demons who were at a loss for what to do.
Then she speaks, as if agreeing with her her, as her her Caliburn quietly glows with her blade her.
[That’s right… That means that Yeomma did thorough brainwashing and remodeling, but that’s the reverse. Should I say self-sufficient gains or causal retribution…]
Even as the voices of the two echoed in his head his, Cleon was getting used to handling the adamantite sword in his hand his little by little.
‘This sword—isn’t a sword that can be handled simply by swinging it…’
Thinking so, Cleon slightly turned his gaze to watch his sword.
If this sword had a red wavy pattern on top of the adamantite black blade-
When it slashes an enemy, something like ‘gold’ like red veins runs on top of its blade as if it were sucking in its blood.
And- it wouldn’t have been an illusion.
The gold is becoming more and more evident, and as it grows, she feels a hum that makes this sword want to rampage even more.
As the sword becomes heavier, it absorbs the weight of the blood it cuts, and despite being a one-handed sword, it exerts destructive power like a greatsword.
Not only that –
“You… What are you?”
As Cleon muttered to his sword, he responded to the ‘something’ he felt from the inside.
This sword – neither a demon sword nor a holy sword.
A sword made by melting and mixing the master’s sword with a little special and rare metal.
If I were to categorize it, it would be correct to say that it was a famous sword created by a skilled artisan.
Even though Cleon thought that there could be no such thing as “Will” In a sword like that.
It sounds clear
[Let’s cut some more.]
Let’s cut more, more, more.
The important thing is ‘the cutting itself’.
Just like your master did-.
‘And he’s a pretty annoying guy’
While Cleon thought so, he took his eyes off the sword and looked towards the enchanted horse that had been swinging a knife at him from earlier.
He was wearing a mask, but at the same time he was desperate and gave up, as if he already knew the outcome.
“…”
Are these guys the only ones? While Cleon thought so, he put strength into the hand his holding the sword.
As for the knife, Cleon felt the strength of the hand holding the sword change, and decided that it was impossible to cut the sword with the knife from the front.
Leaping back lightly, he took out a few words of memory he had hidden in his arms his and threw them at Cleon.
5-direction- A saliva coated with poison that spreads out in a fan shape.
If even one touches the body, paralysis spreads throughout the body, and it becomes a corpse while still alive.
To Cleon- I didn’t know what the saliva was like.
Even so, he had no intention of receiving such acupuncture.
Immediately, swinging the sword horizontally, hit all of those needles and drop them to the ground.
Then, a gap was created in Cleon’s body by the sword swung horizontally. It is unavoidable due to the structure of the human body.
Originally, using a shield to block it would be a general swordsman’s swordsmanship, but Cleon didn’t have a shield.
In other words, in order to block follow-up attacks with the sword, there is a gap of ‘one tempo’ where you have to move the sword and bring it into orbit while folding your outstretched arm.
Then, aiming for that gap, the man grabbed his knife and charged with all his might.
The speed created by kicking off the ground was considerable, and the knife with all its weight would burrow into Cleon’s arms his.
Looking at the composition alone – the moment when the number of assassins was perfectly matched.
So, it would n’t have been strange if he was sure of ‘victory’ – but the ‘vision of victory’ never entered his head.
That’s probably the case, too, because the subject who showed the gap did n’t have an expression of ‘being attacked’ at all, but he was looking at himself with black eyes that were as cold as ice and as deep as an abyss.
The next moment, Cleon’s body spun around.
Instead of returning the sword he swung, if he rotated his body halfway with his right leg as an axis-
Fuck! And, with a sound that seemed painful just to hear it, the club-like thick legs struck the assassin’s side as it were.
Kwadeuk! I heard the sound of things breaking.
And, the impact sound hitting the air layer at the same time.
Without touching Cleon’s body, the knife flies into the wall of the training room along with its master.
Then, he loses consciousness, possibly due to the effect of the damage to his internal organs, as his blood, his drips from the corner of his mouth.
His technique His was n’t bad.
Perhaps, in terms of experience or things like that, her taijutsu skills were more threatening than Perdia, excluding special abilities.
But – the first assassin he fought – she was compared to the old man of the shadow’s tooth who was Perdia’s teacher, his skills to her.
“Lack. Resolution too. Will… And-“
“If you become incapacitated. The duel is over.”
As if Cleon wasn’t interested in a foe he’d already defeated, he turned his hand away from the wall and again raised his sword at a reasonably close opponent to finish it off.
“Next, I challenge you to a duel-“
But just as he was about to say that, just when he thought a big flash of light went off, Cleon was hit by an explosion that hit his ears.
“Kuh…!”
The one that blocked Cleon’s voice couldn’t make a proper duel request.
[Cleon! Be careful!]
When he thought he heard Galatea’s voice, the assassins nearby rushed towards Cleon at the same time.
If the ‘duel’ hadn’t been established, it would have been a judgment that multiple people attacking one person was acceptable.
In fact, if they had broken the rules, they would have collapsed on the spot, complaining of pain, but that didn’t happen either.
“Kuh…!”
Only 6 people can see. If it’s behind the invisible side, it’s probably worse than that.
With all of them aiming for his vital point and rushing in, the action Cleon had to take was-
As usual, it would have been an attack that covered all directions by pulling out Galatea and Caliburn and exploding mana.
However-
[Use me…! Use me and cut me!!]
To him today, ‘foolish man’ was attached.
That’s why Cleon swung his sword without changing it.
What naturally comes to mind is the figure of the teacher.
He never let go of the old sword in his hand, at any time, at any time, under any circumstance, or against any enemy.
Its eyes stare straight at the enemy, raising the tension in its muscles and breathing to the extreme, aiming for the right moment to ‘resolve’.
No matter how many enemies there are, to him the world is ‘me’, ‘sword’ and ‘world’.
And towards that world, he swings his own ‘sword’.
‘A single sword. One cut. One human being.’
The type of sword doesn’t matter.
Cutting it off is irrelevant.
It doesn’t matter who cuts it.
The important thing is what the three are trying to achieve.
For Talchek, it was ‘to survive’.
Then, what about Cleon?
He said that if he were to fall down here-not to mention Sasha who had come with him, and even his other colleagues his –more than the obvious thing.
More ahead of that – what we ultimately aim for.
[Yeah… That’s it. Cut down everything that blocks your way to that place… You promised, didn’t you…!]
The voice of the sword came more clearly to his ears.
The ‘promise’ that voice speaks of is definitely a promise he and he share.
Yes, it is the heart related to Lesia that Talcheq entrusted to Cleon.
‘Even if it’s to meet her again-‘
“I can’t collapse right here!!”
When the sword was swung while Cleon shouted like that——it seemed that the ‘slash’ itself had become huge.
It could only be expressed like that, even though the size of the sword was the same and no magic power was used.
The sword pressure generated by the swinging of the sword—in other words, the force created by the strong and sharp wind pressure cut through and blew away all those who attacked Cleon.
Thud! Bang! Watching how many people, despite not being directly touched by the sword, were flying up to the wall and getting slammed into it, leaving intense slash marks on their bodies.
The enchanted demons around seemed to have completely lost their fighting spirit at the sight.
The reason why Cleon was able to attack like before was because the adamantite sword became heavy after drinking blood.
With its original weight, it would have been impossible to exert such a strange trick.
Slash after slash, piled up power – and a gigantic slashing wave created by releasing karma all at once.
The longer the battle, the stronger the sword and the more powerful its slash.
“Haha…!”
However, the strain on Cleon’s arm from the recoil intensified.
It was a natural providence that the heavier the sword, the stronger the power required for each swing.
“Yes… That’s your strength.”
When Cleon said that while looking at the sword, it seemed that the red streaks had shrunk a little, as if he had used some of the blood from the previous slash.
[Yes, I do not give you any power. It doesn’t do weird magic like your other swords do. It’s just giving you the ‘will to cut’…]
And, the voice that came from inside conveys his will to him while becoming gentle as if it were a little genuine.
[I don’t have a name- but if you must, call me like this. I-]
“You’ve been quite selfish.”
A voice that seemed to interrupt the sound of the adamandite sword—and the voice of ‘authority’ that was different from other demons contained in that voice, Cleon turned to that direction.
Then, compared to the other Enma who already had a sufficiently bizarre appearance, there stood a person with an even worse appearance.
Unlike the others who wore masks on their faces, even his face his was stained with swords, and he was now at a level where he had to doubt whether he was a ‘human’ or not.
“Reincarnated Cleon.”
When a man called out to him, Cleon could see that all the demons around him shrank as if they were frightened.
“You are the leader of the demons. Black Egg Ghost.”
When Cleon opened his mouth as he called him that, the captain closed his mouth for a moment without answering.
“…”
Perhaps, he was shocked that Cleon called him by that name.
“I’m sorry. I don’t like it when people visit me. …From my side. To put in a ‘claim’.”
Saying that, Cleon took one step forward toward him.
“Rating 1 point. Staff are unfriendly and persistent. Called.”
“You’re a funny guy.”
He treated Cleon’s provocation as nothing but nonsense, and when he slowly started walking towards Cleon, the demons around him stepped back as if they had noticed what would happen next.
And- the moment the distance between the two became shorter than the length of a single sword-
When Cleon’s sword is swung towards him, the head of the flame demon blocks it with his black steel-like arm.
Sparks like when metal collided, and Cleon and the leader glared at each other from a distance where their heads collided.
“Now, here-“
“Make a decision.”
What kind of ending will the fate of the organization called Yeomma meet?
That was the beginning of the duel to be decided.
