episode_0191

“You eat people! Have you finally revealed your true colors, you ugly murderer?”

The ordinary knights were horrified by the terrible sight and were wincing pitifully, but Wallenstein did not feel the slightest fear.

Because the enemy’s condition was clearly visible to his eyes.

‘He’s only inflating himself with bravado, and the wound is already close to fatal.’

Although he escaped immediate death… It was a deep wound that, if left untreated, would not be surprising if one’s life were lost within a few minutes.

Although they are trying to stop the bleeding by pressing on the wound with a typical killing, this does not return the blood that has already been lost, so it is only a temporary measure.

It was surprising that he woke up immediately after losing consciousness, but it was obvious that he would collapse again soon.

That was why I chose an ordinary stab instead of a ghost sword.

I thought this alone would be enough to subdue the half-dead corpses.

Wallenstein’s sword was fired in a long path toward Hashall.

—-

“Haaaa… !”

Instead of answering, Hashal let out a heated breath and laughed.

The iron law of fear.

Don’t take people’s words out.

Fear comes from heterogeneity, so it gradually fades away when dialogue is established.

A strange thing that cannot be understood.

I had to become that kind of person to them.

Her vision quickly scanned her surroundings.

The gazes directed at him are still tinged with fear, and only a few knights look at the poor old man with expectant eyes.

A moron who has been corrupted by a middle-aged prostitute, perhaps suffering from dementia.

Hashall’s evaluation of Wallenstein was nothing short of scathing.

There was no reason for her to look good in the first place.

Hashall picked up the black iron longsword of the knight he had been eating and slowly stood up.

The sword I inherited from my mother has already been taken away… In the distance, a bug-like boy was holding it.

‘dare… !’

A fierce naturalization emanated from her eyes.

The only legacy left behind by my mother, Aimela Median, whom I never forgot for a moment.

It was not a sword that trash could mess with.

It has to be taken back.

Suppressing the pain that made him feel like he was going to faint with hatred and fighting spirit, Hashal released his karma at once.

The murderous energy that shimmered and glowed dark red cheered at its owner’s passion and raised its claws.

‘Are you watching? Or did you fall asleep like last time?’

Hashalr spoke to his inner self.

Not only was it not enough to steal his body, but he repeated his foolish actions and ended up in this situation, hoping to be heard by the robber.

A move that I have been continuously observing in my subconscious.

No matter how much advice she gave, he ignored it as if he couldn’t hear her, and when he barely got a chance to hear her voice, he blocked it with something like a magic candle or something.

Every time I looked at the battle or strategy, I felt like I was going to give up in frustration.

If it were her subordinates, they would have torn it into pieces and fed it to the dogs.

After weighing this and that, hesitating, I end up wasting all my curiosity and end up like this.

The fighting style was also pathetic.

My swordsmanship skills weren’t bad, but… No, in fact, his swordsmanship talent was superior to his, but the way he wielded his power was very crude.

Even if one’s karma is completely robbed, doing it with that power only increases the destructive power in a heinous way.

It was like giving a child a world-class sword.

The killing task that took shape was not a force that could be dealt with like that.

‘If you are awake, look clearly. ‘What a fool you’ve been fighting!’

Hashalr extended his sword forward.

The liberated murder karma scattered like threads and settled all over her body.

Tightly woven red threads cover the body of the black iron sword.

The extremely strong Heukcheol trembled, unable to withstand the enormous load pressing down on its body.

“I’ll cut you down with that sword!”

“Kyaaa!”

The blue-silver true silver sword and the black iron sword stained with murder bit each other.

—-

– Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-gak!

The moment the two swords met, what followed was an extremely heterogeneous noise.

A series of plosive sounds, like scraping a steel plate with a saw.

Even though the two swords were interlocked and not moving at all.

“What… !”

Wallenstein was the first to show his astonishment.

Both hands holding the hilt of the sword were trembling due to the vibrations traveling through the sword body.

It felt like hundreds of awls were hitting the sword body.

It wasn’t even that wrong.

“Hmm… .”

Hashalr smiled, showing his fangs.

The thread of murder that was spinning around her sword body became hundreds of needles, stabbing Wallenstein’s sword.

Vertically, horizontally, diagonally.

Due to the countless impacts coming from all directions, the power contained in the true silver sword was dissipated.

‘Cheoksan (刺散)’

A technique that stabs and shakes the sword bodies that collide with the finely condensed energies of killing.

It was a technique she came up with to block an uncontrollable sword attack.

– Kagak!

Unable to withstand the shaking, the sword bodies that are in contact fall apart, creating a small gap.

Hashal’s eyes lit up as he spotted the opportunity.

The black iron sword struck away the true silver sword and dug in like a snake.

“Doing something bizarre… !”

Wallenstein hurriedly tilted his head to avoid the stab aimed at his head.

No, it seemed like he was avoiding it.

“Kyaat!”

With a beast-like cry, Hashal’s arm was strangely bent.

The trajectory of the stab was suddenly twisted.

“Huh… !”

The admirable Wallenstein hastily retreated.

The nape of the neck that was grazed by the black iron sword was torn and blood flowed out.

It was only a light wound… It was the first injury I had suffered since I turned 50.

—-

“Kyaaa!”

The red sword body runs after him.

Just as the true silver sword swung diagonally was about to strike away Hashall’s sword, her arm was once again bent and the sword’s path was twisted.

Wallenstein twists his upper body to avoid it.

And once again, the sword’s trajectory is distorted.

From a stab aimed at one point to a slash that cuts through the side.

As Wallenstein steps back and dodges, the red line breaks midway and a stab aimed at the heart comes out.

‘This is… !’

Wallenstein was inwardly astonished.

Wouldn’t it be nice if it was a light attack from the start, but the sword blade was constantly twisted while swinging with all its might?

It was possible for him at least once. If he could bear the enormous load on his arms and wrists.

The undulating sword that pierced and tore off Hashall’s shoulder a little while ago was also a technique based on a similar principle.

However, even he could not unfold such unreasonable swordsmanship in succession like this.

The stab, which should be straight, approaches by changing its trajectory as if it were alive.

Like a writhing, charging poisonous snake.

It was clearly an impossible move.

“Is this type of work even possible? !”

Only after turning his eyes away from the penetrating sword and looking at Hashall’s arm was Wallenstein able to guess the principle as well.

The killing energy that had been entrenched in her body like a thread was forcibly pulling and twisting her outstretched arms.

Like pulling the strings on a puppet.

The physical strength of the body and the physical force of killing work act in completely different directions, and as a result, the sword path is greatly distorted.

The power contained in each attack was weaker than before, but this one was more difficult.

At this point, it would be meaningless to predict Geomro and let it go or counter it.

Because Hashal can change his sword path at any time.

It was clearly visible that the bones and muscles that had been forcibly pulled were screaming, but the awakened princess seemed to not be able to feel the pain and did not pay any attention to it.

‘Well, no matter how much a broken arm hurts, it’s as bad as a cut heart.’

Wallenstein let out a wry smile and threw himself backwards.

He throws away everything, including his dignity, and crawls among the knights, covering his entire body with dust.

Since it was too late to realize the principle, this was the only way he could avoid Hashal’s stab.

Humiliation covered my old body, but it was a cheap price to pay for being careless.

Because once he had avoided it, the victory would have returned to him.

That tactic only works once or twice.

As long as I understood the principle, there was no longer a problem.

‘Amazing technique… , Ultimately, it is a technique that is only useful when fighting from the front.’

Can you cut down a ghost with a bendable sword?

Wallenstein smiled coldly and prepared for his feast once again.

—-

‘Finally, is it a ghost sword?’

Sensing Wallenstein’s presence disappearing like a mirage, Hashall also smiled.

Because the moment I’ve been waiting for has finally arrived.

In his memories, a countermeasure against the ghost sword that Orhan had devised.

and… The method of destroying the ghost sword that he came up with.

It was time to put them to the test.

– Ghost sword. You mean that grumpy old man? okay. I was definitely pushed back a bit back then. It was my first time experiencing such shady tactics.

Orhan’s words passed through her mind.

– By the time I finally came up with a solution, the tide had already turned, so I had no choice but to back down. However, if we fight again… .

Wallenstein seems to have thought he had won, but if the war had lasted just a little longer, he would have been the one to lose.

Orhan said so.

– From the beginning, I should have thought it odd that a person who likes to hide and attack unilaterally would boldly attack one-on-one.

In those words, the Ghost Sword’s first method of destruction was contained.

“Kyaaa!”

Hashal let out a fierce roar and jumped between the knights.

An extortionist who cared about what others thought of him couldn’t do something.

However, to do something that had nothing to do with her.