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Wallenstein’s sword, throwing away his skills, strikes like a thunderbolt.

Although his strength was not at the level of Ishangior, which could not be considered a human body, Wallenstein also reached the limit of a master.

If the power of karma was used as pure physical force, its power was not at a level that could be underestimated even by Hashal.

‘okay. Does it come out like this?’

Hashal gritted his teeth and returned Wallenstein’s slash.

Every time the sword collides, red flashes scatter in all directions.

The black iron long sword bounced around helplessly, and was repeatedly pulled back forcibly by the thread of killing, letting out endless screams.

Cheoksan.

If it weren’t for the skill of dispersing the impact by twisting the direction of force in all directions, the sword would have been lost long ago.

Dead Man – I couldn’t even think of casting Net of Blades.

The essence of the art is to unravel the threads of killing that cover the body of the sword all at once and tear them in all directions.

In other words, the moment it was activated, the Sword God became defenseless for a moment.

It wouldn’t have mattered if it were an ordinary knight, but if it were the true silver sword wielded by Wallenstein, he would have broken the black iron sword body without missing that moment.

“You’ve stopped laughing, Aishangior! It looks like my cut heart is hurting!”

Wallenstein mocked her.

It wasn’t wrong. If it weren’t for the injury that resulted in all of his ribs being cut off, it would have been worth fighting back with all his might.

But now it was impossible.

The gaping flesh and misaligned bones were forcibly pressed and fixed, but the wound was not healed.

In addition, a lot of energy was expended to slaughter the knights as quickly and cruelly as possible.

I would try my best to endure the intense pain that felt like it was burning my brain, but if I used all my might and the wound was misaligned again, the only way forward was death.

The ribs that the treacherous man had pressed against each other were on the verge of being twisted again, so even the art of twisting the sword by bending the arm – ‘Nakkei (絡傀)’ – could not be used carelessly.

‘If only I could have used my mother’s sword… !’

Harshal forced himself to swallow down the irritation that was boiling over.

Did you say Durandal, the sword of oath?

I didn’t even know the name of the sword until I heard it from a middle-aged man named Ludwig.

I didn’t even know about the power to bless the owner.

It was a sword that lent its power to the usurper, but did not even reveal its power to the rightful owner.

Rather, every time I tried to infuse the sword body with killing power, it just vibrated violently and got in the way.

Although I cherished it as a keepsake from my mother… If it wasn’t a keepsake, she would have thrown it into the furnace herself.

Even so, since its basic strength is incomparable to that of black iron, in the past it was regarded as a strong and sharp sword and was used sparingly.

However, now I am hesitant to even choose it.

Knut… Because she also remembered the battle between the Dane whom she had briefly met when she was young, and the robber who stole her body.

It was absurd that he had lost his senses due to being consumed by the snake bastard’s thoughts, but that was not the problem.

The crazy robber came to his senses as soon as he saw his mother’s sword.

Hashal could feel it too.

At that moment, something intervened on the sword and restored the usurper’s senses.

If Durandal was picked now, the same thing might happen.

Once again, dragging yourself, the rightful owner, into unconsciousness and handing over someone else’s body to a usurper.

If I did something like that, it would all be over.

If a guy who doesn’t know how to properly handle murder regains control, the wounds he’s been suppressing will explode again.

‘But so far, it’s okay.’

Returning the thrown sword, Hashall grinned, revealing his red fangs.

The measures proposed by Orhan revealed their limitations due to the difference in capabilities between him and himself… Because that wasn’t the only answer.

She barely blocked Wallenstein’s sword and waited for him to activate the ghost sword once again.

It won’t take long.

Wallenstein also didn’t seem to have any intention of prolonging the head-to-head match.

Hashal had already noticed this.

Wallenstein’s attack, which he tried to use with all his might, was just a deception to activate the ghost sword.

That’s because, instead of using technique like before, Wallenstein was repeatedly attacking with force, as if showing off his destructive power.

Even though Hashal was slightly pushed back, we could clearly see him blocking the attack without getting hurt.

The technique of taking advantage of the opponent’s strength to throw him to the ground and the technique of digging in with a wave-like thrust were not being used as if they had been forgotten.

‘The ghost sword he was proud of was almost neutralized by someone much younger, so he would rather use that skill to put an end to it.’

In order to protect his own pride, he has been practicing his ghost sword all his life.

Should I call it the obstinacy and arrogance of an old man?

– Kaaang!

Every time sword and sword collide, the aftermath explodes in all directions and the chaotic surroundings turn into an empty space.

The human wall surrounding her collapsed and was pushed away, and the blood and internal organs that had been staining the place with a foul smell were scattered far and wide.

According to Wallenstein’s plan.

Soon, again… now.

– Kwaaang!

A slash made as if it missed hits the ground.

With an explosion, broken fragments rise-

It hit Wallenstein’s left arm and shot toward Hashall’s eyes.

Hashal covers his face with his left hand to block debris.

For an instant, her vision was completely obscured.

It was the moment Wallenstein was confident of victory.

Ghost sword.

Once again, the season of the Empire’s First Sword unfolds.

Wallenstein disappeared without a trace.

—-

‘at las… !’

Hashalr laughed from ear to ear.

Because the opportunity she had been waiting for had come.

Close your eyes as if praying and pull the sword you are holding to your chest.

A strange movement that is neither defensive nor as if it is an attack.

He looked defenseless, as if he had given up on the fight.

‘What are you thinking…? ?’

Wallenstein frowned at a ray of suspicion, but there was no hesitation in his running steps.

A blind spot behind your back, a completely blocked presence, obstacles that have been completely cleared away.

There was no way that his perfectly activated season could be broken by his daughter, not even Orhan.

With strong confidence, Wallenstein rushed towards Hashall’s back.

The plan was to cut off his spine, render him semi-paralyzed, and then drag him to Isabella.

Three steps forward.

The moment Wallenstein was about to take his last step,

Dark red fog burst out in all directions.

‘Huh… !’

It was too late to retreat, so Wallenstein burrowed into the fog, blocking only his face.

It was a judgment I made after seeing it several times already that tangible killings have physical power.

It seemed like they were trying to block his approach with a sweeping attack from all directions, just like when they hit the ground with their feet.

However, all I feel is a soggy life and a subtle sense of heterogeneity. There was no shock as expected.

If you think about it, it was natural.

A sharp thread can cut flesh, a hard needle can pierce something, but what power can there be in a spreading fog?

Unlike other techniques that Hashall had shown, the Fog of Killing did not destroy anything, but simply covered the surroundings with a huge amount of deadly force.

” .”

Knights who come into contact with the fog collapse, foaming at the mouth. It may be because their devastated minds cannot bear to live.

In other words, it means that even ordinary knights can endure it for a while if they are sane.

‘Did you expect me to be even a little distracted by the pressure of life? Like them?’

Certainly, the Ghost Sword is a season that requires extremely detailed karma management. If I was distracted, there was a possibility that I would break free.

But it was impossible to live like this.

‘You’re clumsy, Aishangior!’

The swinging sword did not contain the slightest tremor.

Wallenstein’s slash flew towards Hashall.

Jin advanced with his sword body aimed at the blood-soaked back,

It split the air in vain.

“What… !”

The ghost sword missed so cleanly.

Just before the tip of the sword touched, Hashall, who had dodged it by bending his waist, glared straight at Wallenstein and lashed out his black iron longsword.

The red-stained blade tore Wallenstein’s upper body diagonally.

The old man’s blood was splattered in the air.

—-

“Keuuu… . How on earth?”

Wallenstein hurriedly retreated, clutching his chest.

It was a shallow wound compared to Hashal.

However, perhaps due to the intense pain he had felt for the first time in decades and the shock of having his ghost sword completely destroyed, his steps backwards were a bit unsteady.

It wasn’t like I heard his voice and reacted.

Even before Wallenstein’s ghost sword reached him, Harshall had already sensed his presence.

Otherwise, there was no way it could have been avoided so accurately.

“Haaaa… .”

Without answering his question, Hashalr exhaled red vapor like breath and cleared away the fog of murder.

In her mind, the joy of knowing that her prediction was correct, and the regret of not being able to kill him even though it was a perfect surprise attack coexisted.

This was because the ribs were misaligned again due to the violent movement, causing the sword path to become slightly distorted.

“Wasn’t that fog all about oppressing with death…? !”

Hashal endured the excruciating pain and laughed.

It was just as Wallenstein said.

Could it be that they went on a killing spree at the cost of enormous expenditure just to save lives?

Throwing away deadly substances was useful in its own way, but… That was just a disguise.

The fog of murder.

This was the solution she came up with to destroy the ghost sword.

—-

It was thanks to Orhan’s experience that Hashal came up with this idea.

It was the story of when he was cut by a ghost sword.

Just before the tip of the sword slices through the skin, a very brief moment for which even the word ‘moment’ is insufficient.

It may have been an illusion, but it means that he could sense that he was attacked before the sword even touched him.

Even though I knew it, I had no choice but to get cut because it was too late to avoid it.

After hearing that, the young Hashal came up with a hypothesis.

Ghost Sword may be an ability with a similar principle to Orhan’s Flame God.

The art of reaching the limit of a master and spewing out the karma that has transformed into a strange power onto the skin.

Just as Orhan’s karma gave him a defense stronger than steel, Wallenstein’s karma eliminates all pretense of popularity… It must be that kind of power.

And, at the moment when Orhan’s karma and Wallenstein’s karma collided, Orhan felt the touch of the ghost sword even before he was injured.

In other words, the moment each person’s karma comes into contact, the owners of the karma can realize that fact.

It was a phenomenon that would not normally be experienced.

In fact, even releasing the power of karma to the outside world was not easy unless you were skilled at their level.

However, she was a bit different.

From the time she realized the power of karma, she was able to release any amount of tangible karma out of her body.

Not only that, it was possible to give physical influence to the killing spree.

It was a feature that even Orhan admired, calling it bizarre.

If she had reached the limit of a master, she would have considered it to be her own power, like the Demon God or the Ghost Sword… Because it wasn’t anything like that.

Is this a characteristic of those who become masters through killing, or is there another reason?

This was something that Hashal himself did not know.

The important thing is that if she can recognize the ghost sword by clashing karma with karma, it is a simple matter for her.

It actually did.

From the moment Wallenstein, who had hidden his presence, entered the fog of murder, Harshall could clearly feel his presence.

This is because the widespread killing brought about a subtle sense of heterogeneity in only one place.

‘It went according to plan up to that point…’ . Damn extortionist, it’s all because of you. Are you listening!’

Hashalr cursed under his breath.

In the end, I got caught up in it because of him.

If it weren’t for this wound, Wallenstein’s heart could have been ripped apart.

Originally, I had planned to take advantage of the chaos that would arise from Wallenstein’s death and run away with that bastard prince.

But now that things had come to this, we really had no choice but to fight head on.

… Although the odds of winning were not high.

Wallenstein’s injuries were significant, but he still had some cards left to play.

“Marquis Wallenstein! Are you okay?”

“Protect the Marquis!”

Did he come to his senses after being shocked by the sight of the Empire’s First Sword bleeding?

The knights outside ran toward him.

The three bug knights, who had been watching the situation the whole time, also approached Wallenstein.

Looking at that scene, Hashal swallowed dry saliva.

okay. Those were the problems. Three master level monsters.

The robbers were easy to beat, perhaps thanks to Durandal… , that sword will not lend its power to you.

The wound on his chest had opened again and blood was flowing out.

Those three and the injured Wallenstein must be defeated like this.

Hashal gritted his teeth and raised his long sword, which was beginning to crack.

Now that things were like this, at least one of them had to be beheaded.

If they find out that their allies are monsters, the other knights will also be confused.

… If done well, it may be possible to induce internal strife.

‘That prince. ‘Because he seemed to be quite talented with words.’

Hashall glanced at the imperial prince who had been vomiting just a moment ago.

That guy was also an extremely annoying person to her, but the only thing she could trust was his gift of speech.

The bug knights support Wallenstein as if they are embracing him.

Wallenstein, who was clutching his chest and groaning, straightened his sword and straightened his back.

Next, the bug knights drew their swords.

A black iron longsword with a black tinge. Should we consider ourselves fortunate that it is not Jin Eun?

Hashalar has increased his killing power again.

at that time.

– Phew!

Everyone was speechless.

A black long sword was sticking out through Wallenstein’s abdomen.

The Imperial First Sword was shocked and vomited blood.