Chapter 1008 – 1008. The Moment I’ve Been Waiting for (3)
Erin, who was running after Eunhyeon, carrying Eleanor, who had relatively poor mobility skills, on her back asked worriedly.
“Hyuna… Master. “Are you okay?”
“It will be fine. No. Are you okay.”
It was a confident voice.
Erin wondered how she could be so sure, but she did not deny his words.
In Erin’s world, Eunhyeon’s words were nothing but a firm truth that could never be questioned.
But still, Erin couldn’t help but be worried.
This was not the underworld.
This demon world was swarming with tens or even hundreds of demons, more than the number of demons she had killed.
Moreover, the quality of the power was too extraordinary for an ordinary human to handle.
Even though Siete was not an ordinary human being and was the best swordsman comparable to Eunhyeon, the devil was not a being that could determine the winner through swordsmanship or force alone.
‘Especially that devil…’
When she first encountered the demon named Gusion, Erin was instantly overwhelmed by his joyous laughter.
Even though it was only laughter, the aftereffects that made the air tingle were at a level that could not be treated as the reverberation of an ordinary sound.
“Are you okay. “Master won’t lose.”
“…”
“Because you promised.”
“Promise?”
“Huh. “I will never lose this time.”
Siete promised that to Eunhyeon.
“And… “I also made something for you.”
“The one Hyeon made? Oh, that sword?”
Erin thought of mistletoe from Eunhyeon’s words.
“Huh.”
“Is that sword that great?”
“Because I did my best to make it.”
“More than my sword?”
Eunhyeon understood the intention from the question of Erin, who was running behind her at that moment.
He said with a small, wry smile.
“Why are you jealous? There’s no way you could have made the Levantean I gave Erin haphazardly. But… Hmm.”
A difficult question arose in Eunhyeon’s mind.
He produced his own The Levanteans and Mistletoe.
Which of the two swords will have higher performance?
The prerequisites were similar.
Orichalcon, also known as ‘god iron,’ was used as the material, and neither party completed it by roughly hitting it with a hammer.
These were swords that she created with all the effort, stamina, soul, and power she could put into them.
If there is a difference, it is the attack power or killing power that overwhelms the enemy.
“The Levantean one I gave to Erin is amazing.”
“Uh, really?”
“Huh.”
“… Hi-Hi.”
I couldn’t hide the way the corners of my mouth turned up, as if I was in a good mood.
However, if Mistletoe’s performance is not as good as that of Levantein, it would not be much of an advantage for Siete, who is currently dealing with Gusion.
Eunhyeon denied Erin’s thoughts.
“But in certain situations, Master’s mistletoe may have greater power.”
In the first place, the reason why Eunhyeon crafted and gifted Siete her mistletoe was because he wanted to make her a weapon that would help her as she contemplated another battle with the demon named Gusion.
That’s why Siete is now facing the situation she had in mind.
“As long as you hold the mistletoe I made, you will never win.”
It was the basis for Eunhyeon’s confidence.
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At that moment, a huge fist filled Siete’s field of vision.
Gusion’s fist, which was three times the size of an ordinary human male’s face, was like a mace of absurd size and weight.
The mace left an afterimage for a moment and then disappeared.
Gusion’s fists, revealing their true form, all fly towards Siete.
Six pairs of gigantic weapons all got closer, increasing their power with their mass and speed.
While flaunting their presence like a meteorite that fills the field of vision, the fists come rushing in as sharply as a whip.
Siete swung her sword in the face of a series of attacks that could easily crush her human body with just a swipe.
The blade, flowing smoothly like waves without losing its composure, cut off all of Gusion’s fists as they approached one after another.
Gusion’s fists that touched Siete’s mistletoe all split, tore, and cut off.
A very brief moment.
But even so, Gusion did not stop attacking.
He slowly moved forward and narrowed the distance between himself and smiled with glee as he watched Siete cut, block, and dodge all of his attacks.
In a fleeting moment as if time had stopped, the swordsman and the devil clash with each other’s murderous intent to take each other’s life and do not stop attacking.
The series of attacks, with neither side showing any sign of backing down, eventually reached its limit.
Fuuuuu!
As if the momentary pause in time has been lifted, the numerous attacks that took place in that short moment come together to create a tremendous explosion.
In the end, Siete and Gusion each retreated backwards, unable to overcome the backlash of that force.
Mistletoe’s blade trembled as it took in all of the enormous, massive attack that was swirling around like crazy.
To be exact, the arm that was holding the mistletoe could not absorb all of the shock.
However, Gusion also suffered the same damage from the aftermath of the attack that took place in a single moment.
All of Gusion’s six pairs of fists were tattered by Siete’s sword strikes.
“That’s amazing.”
Gusion not only responded to all of his attacks, but also expressed admiration for leaving such great damage.
It has to be that way.
Previously, in the first engagement with Siete, this level of power was not shown.
The overwhelming physical power combined with his mass and speed was a weapon that was close to fatal for Siete at the time just by grazing it, and it was a battle in which he dodged all of the attacks and delivered fatal blows to relatively weak areas.
It was the only way to break through the devil’s extremely strong defense and inflict damage.
“Good night.”
Gusion had an evil smile on his face.
If the battle back then was like a tightrope walk, now Siete is like a ferocious tiger confronting a vicious monster head-on.
The physical ability and technique of simply tearing off one’s own skin and flesh revealed a more powerful body than at the time.
A fight between the truly powerful, putting aside the physical differences between humans and demons.
I couldn’t be more happy about this moment when we face each other on equal terms.
Gusion was sure that he was not the only one who felt that joy.
“Joy.”
They looked at each other and as if guessing what they were thinking, Siete snorted.
“Let’s finish it quickly. “I have to go take care of my student.”
“If only you could do that.”
“Can do.”
Siete had no doubts about his victory.
This time, it was absolutely different.
However, Gu Sion also had absolute confidence in his own power.
Gusion regenerated his tattered hands.
He taunted Siete by waving his regenerated hand as if to prove it.
“Joy.”
Siete snorted at her.
Even though she knew it was her provocation, she rushed towards Gu Zion.
Kaaaaang!
An intense sound that resonates as if metal collided with metal.
The reverberations of the sound that spread in all directions like a bell announcing the start were drowned out by the next attack and spread even more massively.
Siete’s swordsmanship became more aggressive.
The fact that her own sword worked on Old Sion gave her confidence that she could kill the devil.
When she fought Old Zion on Earth, Siete’s sword could not cut through Old Zion’s fist.
Although she was a sword that could cut through hard steel and even the tough skin of monsters, she could not overcome Gusion’s defenses.
The only way to win given to her was to dodge all of her demon attacks and attack her vital points, inflicting fatal damage to her.
Siete, who did not have the option of fighting head-on, was ultimately unable to completely avoid Old Zion’s attacks, and as her damage piled up, her human body finally reached its cumulative limit of damage and was defeated.
But now she has the option to face the devil’s attacks head on.
‘Can win.’
When her first series of attacks were exchanged, Siete was confident.
Siete’s ‘heart’s eye’ was showing Gusion’s ‘death’.
Cracks in lines drawn here and there, as if parts of the devil’s body were distorted.
She only slashed along the crack, but Siete’s sword sliced through the demon’s fist aimed at her with ease.
As if cutting off the extremely delicate flesh of meat.
Siete’s sword, which continued to flow smoothly, finally tears Gusion’s fist into pieces in a very brief moment of attack and defense.
Siete showed how she could kill Gusion by swinging her sword, the flow of ‘direct death’.
“Kkkk.”
Gusion laughed.
Gusion must have also felt and noticed something amidst this countless sword and fist attacks.
Her sword strikes became faster and sharper and were very beautiful.
However, even if human technical skill had grown and reached its limit, it could not be the fundamental cause of splitting the strong skin and flesh of the devil like cutting meat.
What on earth is Siete’s new attack method that makes that possible?
Gusion was unable to grasp the essence of Siete’s ‘heart’s eye’ and ‘direct death.’
But she felt it instinctively.
The intense murderous intent sent by this female swordsman who constantly pushes herself.
The desire and fighting spirit for victory.
I am truly confident that I can win.
The various elements come together to threaten her life through a special means that she instinctively feels.
Fun.
So much so, this barbaric situation where her own murderous will and Siete’s murderous will collide with her whole heart, decimating each other’s lives.
The moment when she felt her wounds, her pain, her own life being torn away in her fierce struggle.
She finally realizes that she is still alive and feels happy.
An absurd contradiction in which she could be sure that her own life was at stake, by putting herself in a situation where she was putting her life on the line.
It was an ideology and instinct that could not be described as crazy.
“Haha! More, more! “It won’t end like this!?”
Gusion is filled with joy and does not stop attacking.
While facing the hostile swordsman’s sword strike head-on, not only his fists but also his whole body are cut and blood pours out, and his life is torn away, but he does not hesitate to burn his own life in order to experience more joy than this.
Even if he lost more than half of his soul and his power as a demon here, he could never regret it.
Unable to control the boiling emotions and joy, they crave and yearn for more intense and strong stimulation.
But Siete.
“No. “It’s over.”
“What?”
She suddenly announced the end.
I tried to ask Siete what kind of nonsense she was saying.
“…”
No voice came out.
No. Not only the voice, but also the devil’s body, which had been fighting fiercely, suddenly stiffened and stopped.
Hehe
Gusion belatedly realized what had happened to his body.
The scars on her body, where she had received Siete’s slashes dozens and hundreds of times, began to freeze all at once.
The devil’s eyes, whose entire body had become rigid, moved and stared at Siete’s sword, the source of the problem.
The blade flowing with blue magic freezes all the scars of the demon it cut.
The sword that Eunhyeon made for Siete was the power of mistletoe.
Another name is ‘Mistiltein’.
The ‘demon-destroying winter branch’ bloomed with cold flowers and began to seal the devil’s soul.
“Bye. Devil.”
Siete, declaring his own victory, severed the frozen head of Guzion in two.
