Chapter 1017 – 1017. Nonpole (1)
The demons and demons subordinate to Media had no choice but to have doubts.
Even though they had lost the ability to communicate and were merely puppets carrying out orders, their soul and intelligence had not disappeared.
The demons, who had been reduced to servants of Mediah, were feeling a great sense of discomfort.
‘This guy. ‘Why don’t you die?’
Kiaaaaa!
The path of the luminous flash was drawn toward the demons and demonic beasts.
Is it thousands?
No. A feeling of discomfort at the enemy who is indiscriminately killing tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of the seeds of death.
It was such an unrealistic situation that only one human was making it possible that I couldn’t understand it.
But the massacre they were experiencing now was a reality.
At first it changed into suspicion, and then gradually into astonishment and fear.
And at the end. The eyes change to look at hope.
The devil has hope in a human being.
It was an extremely deformed and humiliating thing, but for them, their current situation was nothing short of salvation.
‘At las… !’
You can finally escape from the shackles of fraud that has bound your soul.
The bondage of being subordinated to Medea was a coercion of the soul that brought endless pain to demons and magic beasts.
In an eternity with no end in sight, the soul burns, freezes in icy cold, and the pain of being torn to pieces never ends.
The fact that the pain lasts forever is such a terrible hell that one desperately wants to escape from it, so much so that it would be better to be annihilated.
If your soul itself disappears, this terrible pain will last forever and there will be no more tormenting you.
The devils were so desperate for salvation that it would be better to destroy themselves.
Why that white-silver-haired man could take on tens of thousands of dead soldiers on his own was not that important to them.
Anyway, if only I could escape this hell.
That was enough.
As if answering that wish, Eunhyeon’s sword, clad in pure white light, cut down the demons and beasts with a flash of light.
It was a very brief moment when dozens of demons and magical beasts were cut down and destroyed.
Even if it is said that he was killed with amazing swordsmanship in a bloody land engulfed by the powerful energy of death, it is a small number that is not noticeable when compared to the entire army of demons created by Mediah.
Eunhyeon swung his sword without heeding anything.
Kaaaaang!
Eun-hyeon is attacked by a series of monsters that are constantly approaching, as if they are not allowing her even the slightest rest or time to breathe in and out.
The body, covered in the blood of demons and beasts, screamed and complained of pain as a series of violent techniques were used to kill the opponent.
Even if you cut down, kill, and kill the enemies that fill the front, back, left, right, and top, they keep coming in endless waves.
How can one take a break in such a situation?
It was a luxury.
As if tempting yourself from the brink of death.
I ignored the appeal and swung my sword desperately.
It’s tough.
I couldn’t breathe.
I can’t maintain my senses.
Who you are, where you are, what you are doing, how you are doing it, why you are doing it.
So much so that I can’t think of anything.
Thinking stops as if there is a black fog in my head.
It’s not exactly stopped.
His thoughts were only thinking about one thing right now.
There is no time for other thoughts.
But still.
Kiaaaaa!
“Ah…”
Medea sighed in ecstasy and looked at her lover.
As she cut down countless enemies, the defeat that covered her whole body became more and more intense, even though she was getting closer and closer to her limit due to the enormous consumption of her physical and mental power.
Rather, the more she was pushed into an extreme situation, the brighter Eunhyeon’s soul she could see in Medea’s eyes.
Beautiful.
It’s dazzling.
The light emitted by Eunhyeon’s soul was more noble than the souls of any beings that Mediah had killed so far.
So much so that she developed an intense possessive desire for Medea.
“I want to have…”
As he continued to look at that light, his desire to possess his soul grew stronger.
“I want you! I really love you!”
Eun-hyeon expresses her feelings of affection, which she detests the most, without hiding it, and repeatedly sends passionate confessions of love.
Normally, the moment she heard those words, she would have shuddered and looked at me with contempt, as if bugs were crawling all over her body.
Eunhyeon did not hear Medea’s passionate confession of love towards her.
Thinking only about cutting down and killing his enemies, he is growing even at this very moment.
Eunhyeon thought as she cut into the mouth of the beast that had opened its large mouth to devour her.
‘A little faster.’
How can I swing a sword faster?
‘A little stronger.’
How can I gain more power?
‘More definitely.’
Assessing stable balance and timing.
Kiaaa!
Eunhyeon’s sword, which cuts down enemies reliably, becomes sharper and faster, and the sophistication of his swordsmanship gradually increases.
In the midst of a group of enemies pushing like crazy, while parrying their attacks and counterattacking, Eunhyeon thought only about that.
At the threshold of death, where the future cannot be predicted even a single inch, Eunhyeon somehow remembered Siete’s words.
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In the villa they had for training, two people who had trained with swords against each other were drinking.
“There is no end for us.”
“Is it the end?”
When Eun-hyeon first heard those words from Si-te, he could not understand her words.
“With your help, I have come to this moment, reached this level, and reached the ultimate moment of the end of the sword, but I still don’t think I have reached the end.”
“…”
The end of swordsmanship, the world of drama.
The limit of the human body and the end of the path that life can reach was the goal point that Siete pursued her entire life as she walked the path of a swordsman.
Siete eventually reached there with the help of Eunhyeon, and she became a transcendent called ‘Shin Seon (神仙)’.
But still, rather than looking satisfied, Siete had a bitter expression on her face.
Even though it was something I had longed for so much and had dedicated my entire life to achieving, why am I not happy about it?
She was just sipping wine and passing off the bitterness inside.
Eunhyeon realized late why Siete was feeling bitter.
“Master, you are not satisfied.”
“I’m satisfied… “You might be right.”
Siete burst out laughing.
She nodded her head without denying it.
Although she had reached her goal that she had longed for, Siete felt an extreme sense of emptiness and despondency because she could no longer see the future.
Even though she achieved what she had longed for her whole life, the feeling of emptiness and despondency bothered her more than the sense of accomplishment and joy she felt from it.
“After reaching the state of ‘God’ with your help, there is something I thought about again.”
“What is that?”
“I wonder if the ‘end’ doesn’t really exist.”
“…”
Eunhyeon quietly listened to his teacher.
“Maybe the end point of the sword path I wanted to reach was just an illusion I created.”
That’s natural.
From the time Siete lived until now, only Eunhyeon and Siete were prosecutors who had reached the current level.
Who could really define the end of the road?
Maybe it was Eunhyun from another dimension, but in Eunhyun’s memory, the other Eunhyun had never had these concerns either.
Only Siete felt emptiness and despondency along with that question.
“If you decide for yourself that it is ‘the end’, be satisfied with it, and stop here. “Isn’t that the same as admitting to myself that this is my limit?”
I couldn’t admit it.
Siete realized it.
The ultimate realm reached at the end of the sword path never existed from the beginning.
It was just an illusion he created.
Because I just wanted to grow, move forward, and couldn’t stop here.
He became aware of the almost maddening desire for improvement that existed in his own mind.
Siete, who was drinking wine and suppressing bitterness inside, smiled and said to Eunhyeon.
“Hyuna.”
“Yes. “Master.”
“My end, my limit, does not end here. So…”
He must have been so happy that he stimulated his own feelings, as if he was confessing his passionate feelings with a slightly flushed expression due to his intoxication.
Siete said.
“You also shouldn’t stop here.”
Limits are never determined by others.
The moment you let go and give up.
The moment you stop is your limit.
Eunhyeon understood what she said.
“… “I will keep that in mind.”
It was a story that Eunhyun also sympathized with.
She said she was able to come this far because she never gave up.
At one point she gave up on herself.
I was so tired and tired that I stopped struggling to survive and put down my sword.
So Eunhyeon faced her death once.
I couldn’t do that anymore.
She didn’t want to do that.
Because the family she was responsible for, including the goddess, had a wife and a child.
I couldn’t stop here.
I was unable to give up on realizing the limitations of the human species and the limitations of the mind.
Eunhyeon, who thought so, realized another thing.
‘Maybe Master…’
Siete’s talent with the sword may not have been due to her natural sense of handling a sword.
Her desire and desire to improve her swordsmanship has no end in sight, and she has no end in sight.
Wasn’t her persistence and not giving up her true talent?
Thinking about that, I couldn’t help but laugh.
Her refusal to give up and her continued persistence were now something she was proud of, to the point where she could say it was her specialty.
“Why are you smiling?”
Siete nodded with a serious expression and tilted her head as she looked at Eunhyeon, who suddenly burst into laughter.
In response to her puzzled look, Eunhyun cracked a joke.
“Because Master is so pretty right now.”
“Puhup!?”
She was so shocked that she spilled the wine she was drinking.
Siete was clearly embarrassed, without even having time to wipe the wine flowing from the corner of her mouth.
Is it because she was drunk, or was it because of Eunhyun’s blunt and surprising way of speaking? Her face turned bright red.
“What, what, what, what do you say…” !”
Maybe it was because of her drinking, but for some reason, the sight of her teacher reacting like an innocent virgin to everyone but Geomgi was so amusing that she wanted to make fun of him.
Eunhyeon suddenly got up from the table and picked up Siete’s body.
“What are you doing? “Let go now!”
“No, I do not want.”
“Hey!”
Siete was pounding Eunhyeon’s chest as she hugged her and tried her best to break away, but perhaps because of her drunkenness, Siete’s resistance was not strong at all.
After laying Siette down on her bed, Eunhyeon took off her clothes.
“Master. You said not to set limits, right? “I’ll show you now.”
“I-I didn’t mean this when I said… !? Town!?”
Eunhyeon covered Siete’s lips with her own.
The intoxicating aroma of wine filled my mouth.
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The tip of the blade became increasingly sharper and more sophisticated, growing uncontrollably and increasing its power.
As if they didn’t know there was a limit, they gradually overwhelmed the endless number of enemies.
So much so that it overshadows the absolute superiority of numbers.
The sword strike wielded by just one person, overturning the law of total force, tore through the space and cut down all enemies in the line of fire.
It is impossible to estimate how many times the sword was swung.
By cutting down the demons and demonic beasts that were pushing an endless amount of attacks, the pinnacle of technology of increasing perfection was expressed, and the enemies touched by the sword energy of the blade were destroyed all at once.
No matter how powerful you are, no matter how unreasonable your abilities are, no matter how many numbers you push, the thing that overturns the upper hand of all is a sword strike perfected by constant swings.
Even though his whole body screams and complains of pain, he continues to eliminate the damage through ‘time reversal’.
A swordsmanship perfected by forcibly holding on to the mental power that seemed ready to break at any moment due to excessive consumption of the goddess’s power.
It was a contradiction in which his defeat deepened and his skills improved as he reached the limits of all his physical and mental abilities and was driven to the brink of death.
But even so, that impossible contradiction was now being realized.
‘Don’t assume it’s impossible.’
‘Setting a limit is none other than the moment your heart gives up.’
Remembering Siete’s words, he swung the best sword strike he had perfected.
[Tsk. Envious guy.]
Someone’s voice came from a corner of my soul and heart.
It was a very familiar voice to Eunhyun.
It was none other than his own voice, but he was not ‘himself’ but ‘another self’.
In another dimension, it was the voice of another Eunhyeon who had completed the Sword of Siete through her own efforts.
[In the end, you surpass me.]
