episode_0086

As the sword was drawn horizontally.

Starting with an evenly stretched line, the space begins to become distorted.

The infinitely compressed space begins to break under my pressure.

-Jeok

Soon, the noise of glass breaking began to pile up.

There is a loud noise.

Even though Ben was a blind man, a typhoon of colored blades swept in.

Harang then tied the sword around his waist and turned around.

An anonymous expression of shock. Harang opened her mouth with the corners of her lips raised as if she was satisfied.

“This is the second form of the divine swordsmanship, Pacheon (破天).”

Originally, a sword created to cut the sky.

However, there is no sky here.

The blades, having lost their place to go, soar in search of prey.

* * *

He twists his stiff body this way and that, putting the misaligned bones back into place.

-Thud thud

“Wow, that’s refreshing.”

He placed his left hand on the opposite shoulder and gently stretched his body by turning his right shoulder.

Every time I use the God-Slaying Sword Technique, it is common for my bones to become twisted as I force myself to move beyond the limits of my flesh.

Surely, the nameless one will also know this… .

Anonymous kept glancing at me with a worried expression.

Unable to stand watching, I stopped stretching my body and let out a small sigh.

“…Why are you doing that?”

“Are you okay?”

An anonymous word asking for greetings.

He tilted his head with a questioning expression.

“What are you worried about now?”

Anonymous must have seen something even worse than this, a sight like the sky falling, so why is he so worried about this?

But as if to mock my expectations, Moo-myeong frowned even more.

Then I raise my arm and point to a point.

“Huh? What is that over there-”

I couldn’t finish what I was saying.

I turned my head to where the anonymous finger was pointing.

“… Why?”

There was a thin branch there that must have been broken.

It seems that the anonymous concerns were somewhat different from what I had thought.

I was speechless with shock.

… Have I ever failed in practicing the divine swordsmanship?

No, I can confidently say that since I completed this sword, it has never failed even once.

In that case, my sword would break on a tree branch.

Is this a sword that can’t reach the sky?

Pak- The brow furrowed.

My heart felt like it was being torn apart, as if the past 300 years of coming here and a lifetime of swinging a sword were being denied.

At that point, my legs gave out and I felt like I was going to collapse on the floor… .

His petty pride, which made it impossible for him to show his ugly side in front of an unknown person, did not allow him to do so.

As I was biting my lip like that, a nameless person with an expression that didn’t look good like me approached me.

“The Master’s sword did not fail.”

To anyone who hears it, it’s a well-intentioned statement laced with hypocrisy.

He frowned and turned his head away.

I really didn’t want to show this expression to anonymous people.

Anonymous raised his voice as if he was not pleased with this situation.

“Master, I am not just saying this in vain.”

“Then… why are you saying it didn’t fail… .”

A voice that seemed to crawl in so deeply that even I was surprised.

I can even feel a faint moisture.

As I turned around, something was placed on my shoulder.

It’s an anonymous hand.

But… it’s really not easy to turn your head and look at an anonymous face.

“Don’t you care if I don’t see you?” Anonymous continued.

“The Master swung his sword, and the staff had already been broken by the first blade.”

“… What kind of nonsense is that?”

I frowned at the words that I truly did not understand.

So then, what is that staff that I saw with my own two eyes?

As if he was frustrated, Myeong-un knocked on his chest several times and then opened his mouth.

“It’s true, from the beginning until now, it’s been breaking and repairing over and over again.”

As he said this, Anonymous stretched out his arm again and pointed at the place.

It was hard to believe, it seemed impossible, but somehow, the anonymous voice sounded so convincing.

Or maybe it was just something I wanted to believe.

still….

Finally, he opened his mouth childishly, wanting to hear one more sincere word, filled with anonymous conviction.

“Is it true…?”

He opened his eyes, which were swaying ugly, and looked at the nameless man.

When Myeong saw me like that, he swallowed hard and nodded.

“Yes, you can tell right away if you look at it now.”

He sniffled and turned his head at the anonymous words.

Naturally, the sight of an unsightly cane entered my eyes.

I could see the surrounding scenery.

He tilted his head.

“… Huh?”

There was a cane there.

But, it is not standing as it was when it was first planted on the ground.

It just existed.

It was in a place where the ground all around had collapsed and a dizzying cliff had formed, making it seem impossible to even dare to set foot.

As if there was something that required him to be here.

Without any foothold, it was floating in the air, still cracking and repairing repeatedly.

His eyes widened and he looked around.

“What is that?”

Isn’t that ridiculous?

Even though I was seeing it myself, I doubted my eyes.

Myeong let out a deep sigh of relief at the sight of me regaining my energy a little, and walked over to me.

“Master, that’s not the only thing that’s strange.”

“What?”

Is there anything stranger than a cane floating in the air right now?

“If you keep looking, you will understand.”

“Okay, take a look at my box.”

He squinted his eyes and focused on the cane.

How much time has passed?

-Phajijik

A small spark appeared on the staff that was continuing the restoration.

It was as if part of the staff had become a mosaic, and it kept undulating and then being restored again.

“… Huh.”

A hollow laugh formed.

What on earth is that cane?

In an attempt to dispel my anxiety, I took up the sword, but instead, I was left with only more questions.

My worries deepened.

* * *

Before space breaks apart.

Lucius and Elia continued their search, heading west.

“Saint, is something bothering you?”

“… Yeah, I don’t think there’s any around here, but should I speed things up…?”

Elia furrowed her eyebrows and answered Lucius’s seemingly urging words.

An expression that seems a bit guilty.

Lucius, who checked Elia’s expression, slightly raised the corners of his lips and shook his head.

“No, if it was going to be this easy, wouldn’t you have come on your first visit?”

Lucius’s words of comfort, not comfort.

Elia smiled slightly.

“That’s right-”

But that smile didn’t last long.

-Kugugugugugugu!!!

Because a huge explosion sound was heard along with thick magic to their senses.

The smiles on their faces gradually disappeared as they felt the thick concentration of magic they had never felt before, and anxiety took its place.

“What?!”

Elia turned her head roughly.

The direction where the explosion was heard, the direction where thick magic was felt.

This is the direction that Cheonharang and Cheonmumyung moved.

“Lucius!”

Upon recognizing him, Elia thought, ‘Something must have happened,’ and ran towards Lucius to help them.

“Lucius… ?”

What she saw was Lucius’ face, consumed by a hatred so deep she dared not know its depth.

Lucius hummed softly.

“Demon King… .”

Words that are difficult to understand.

Elia tilted her head as if she had difficulty understanding and asked again.

“… Huh? The Demon King?”

Lucius clenched his teeth so hard that they bled and broke, but it did not reach his ears.

At the sight of Lucius like that, Elia’s face began to show impatience.

Why would they be absent-minded in a potentially dangerous situation? Elia’s mind was growing increasingly anxious.

Just as I was about to open my mouth.

“Your Majesty, wait a minute.”

Lucius was the first to move.

“Huh?!”

“I’ll hurry.”

Lucius lifted Elia up onto his shoulder and said this, then drew up his mana.

A brilliant light bursts out from Lucius’ body, denying the thick magic extending from afar.

-thud!

Finally, Lucius decided that he had enough mana and kicked the ground.

* * *

As he went further east, where he could feel the great magic, Lucius frowned at the changing scenery.

‘… The situation is more serious than I thought.’

Surely a huge typhoon is hitting this place where the wind doesn’t even blow very well.

The land of ‘the end of the world’, which is clearly a huge open space without any major terrain, is split in various directions and slopes down.

This is truly impossible unless the Demon King’s seal has been released.

‘No, this is an aftereffect that even the Demon King would be unable to handle.’

Lucius was sure.

For some reason, the Demon King I met in the past has gone up in level.

That he had a successful resurrection.

‘…if not this.’

That guy might be back again.

Lucius hurried his steps.