SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Chapter 274

swordsman.

(2) 2.

You're not listening.

Is it immersive? This guy is me Do you like it.

Hey, my name is Liaopan.

You won't hear it anyway, but it doesn't matter.

You saved my life in the audience room earlier.

Shouldn't it be used only after becoming thousands and thousands of people and letting the grace go? You only look straight ahead and run.

I'll take the left.

What a great perk, this.

The guy standing to my right has never died before.

Go, Shinsung.

“Come.

King.”

"......." I looked at the viper silently.

'What should I say? to you.' The viper has one eye.

He put an eye patch on the empty spot.

Have you ever made eye contact with someone with one eye? It won't happen often.

I too, unintentionally, have only gotten used to meeting people with two eyes over the course of my life.

my eyes.

my gaze.

The rhythm of my thinking is aligned with both eyes.

It's different when you're looking at each other.

When I look at the other person, when I have to look, my gaze is reduced by half than usual.

My eyes lose the width they are accustomed to and are focused on a narrow, single road.

The narrower the view, the more the thoughts.

Miscellaneous things spread by taking advantage of the gap in my thoughts.

So it will be.

The reason why I think of the past in the corner of my head even though I am making eye contact with Chunmu Moonju.

'The viper doesn't remember.' That's the enemy's job to fight the monsters summoned by [The Demon King of Autumn Rain].

For the first time, I was drenched in the sword and ran across the battlefield.

Then the viper helped me.

It helped me stay in trance for as long as possible.

Isn't that kind consideration? 'I can't remember.' I was killed hundreds of times by [The Demon King of Autumn Rain].

It was once in hundreds of deaths that a viper helped me.

Time is buried and obscured by my death, and the viper will never recall it at that time.

simply because it is impossible.

'But I remember.' slowly.

I pulled out the holy sword from the scabbard.

before pulling out the blade.

From the moment I grabbed the hilt with my palm, I already raised the Auror.

Another red color ran over the veins running through my body.

The more violent the aurors flowed through the veins, the more they whirled around my heart, the faster my thinking speeded up and the slower the flow of my vision.

I thought for a moment as the sword was pulled out of its scabbard.

'You said you were jealous of me.' Why.

Why do I care for the children? Even now, even then, the King.

Why.

Why are the children I look after, like the ones you take care of? 'Even though you don't remember the moment I died.' Why are you the only one making other guys happy? You prepared the best moment for Chunma.

gifted it Chunma, despite being gnawed at by the pain of death, was able to genuinely smile at the gifts you gave her.

Why.

'Every moment I realized, you were there by my side.' Why couldn't the mage do that? is it my fault king.

Why me.

'Just as I have become jealous of you, you are also a part of me.' sharp squeal.

The sword impersonated by the holy goddess was pulled out of my sheath.

'How can I tell you that?' that you are meaningless to me.

How can I tell you that I know your existence and that I still remember the scenery of a day that you do not remember? can you tell me "Oh oh.

great.

That's it.

I just understand what you are saying.”

in words? “It’s been that way since then.

i mean It was during the closing practice that he fully realized the teachings of Grandpa Namgoong-un.

That grandpa taught me something, but hey, I don't usually think of it, but when I practice alone, it comes to mind.

After all, it must be a corporation that people should have alone time.”

With half-tongue and half-width eyes? “Thank you for recommending the closure.

It sucks.”

What should I say? "by the way… … Why haven't you spoken since before?" Maybe, say nothing.

“Did you get nervous when you noticed that my energy had ascended? this is sad I'm so glad to see you after decades, I don't even say hello to other people.

When we fight, even if we fight, we have to share a few words with each other.”

It will be easy to defeat you with words.

Defeating you with a sword is also probably not difficult.

"Yes? Isn't it?" You've been training for decades, but the state you're treading right now is being trampled under my eyes.

the attitude you take.

Judging by the color of the Auror you are holding, it is estimated that it is too young.

It was easy to inflict damage with words saying that he could only do that, and it was easy to prove with a sword that he could only do that.

“… … ? Hey, lord?”

It was always easy to hurt and win.

The difficult has always been the way to win your heart.

“… … Are you really going to say nothing?”

Remember your Master's teachings.

Looking back, Master taught me a couple of things.

How to make a heart out of a wound.

How to superimpose your voice on the sound of a knife.

"......." The words that humans spit out with the tongue are only noise, but if the noise has a direction and a meaning, it is able to injure the invisible heart.

The sword I wield is also a mere mass of material, but if that mass has direction and meaning, it can also cut through the heart that cannot be cut.

What Master wanted to cut with a single piece of iron is the way of stubborn destruction in the heart, and what I want to cut is your stubbornness, obsession, contempt, and perversion.”

… indeed." can you ring “No words needed.”

cut “Then I was wrong.

Don't tell me to come and see you.

It is polite for the person who takes the challenge to run to the person who is being challenged first.”

With a single stroke of material and a single line of things with a knife.

Aurora in veins and around my heart, stretched to the edge of my blade, the flow I've been through, the body temperature I've taken out of the world, here my blood flows and my heart lives on.

If you give it to me, you will know.

Because you are a swordsman who has endured decades by being abolished from the world.

"Goes." twinkle [Glitter responds to your call.] Whoa.

[…] … .] [The Guardian Goddess listens to your call.] Idol.

[.......] Compassion.

[.......] Origin.

[The Guardian Goddess replies to you:] Sacrifice.

[Yes, four kings.] Salvation (救援).

[Accept the command.] I called the swords one after another, and by the time their name reached the third time, Hiya had already read my intentions and revealed them in this forest.

Hiya shone.

The light was intense.

The moment when light was added and spread, it slowly lit up in my eyes like a series of pictures one by one.

Light spread in all directions.

As the light of the blade brightened in the air, the shadow cast by the swordsman on the ground also grew darker.

As if surrounded by pressure from all directions, the shadow of the sword engraved on the ground narrowed more and more.

narrower and darker.

more.

A little more.

[The Sword of Salvation obeys your orders.] Finally, the sword in my palm, the shadow of the sword on the ground, the two lengths were equal.

[The Sacrifice Sword bears your command.] Neither of them were real, neither were they wretched.

[The Invocation Sword obeys your orders.] Wriggling.

The shadow of the sword, which was no longer dozing in the intense light, suddenly moved like a living life.

[The Compassion Sword obeys your orders.] The viper, poised to attack me, stopped.

"......!" He raised one eye.

Literally, for a brief moment, the sword's shadow wiggled, wiggled, and moved, then split.

one.

two.

three.

four.

The shadow cast by a single sword was divided into four parts.

The sword shadows were scattered to the east, west, south, north, and square, respectively.

They were scattered, but not scattered.

All the sword shadows surrounded me tightly, as if escorting me.

Like the hour hand, minute hand, and second hand that winds through time, the shadows of the swords rotated slowly, and I stood in the middle and raised my right sword.

[The goddess of protection appears.] And he aimed the viper with the tip of his sword.

"Child," the viper paused and raised the corners of his mouth.

I heard it in my ears.

The sound of the breath folding according to the traces of the lips being curled up, the sound of the behind-the-scenes blinking his eyes once behind his back, the swordsman watching the confrontation between the two of us, the black dragon, the paladin raised their eyes, and Esdel closed her eyes.

The sound of the movement rang clearly in my ears.

"Hey---." Slowly, four swords emerged from the shadow of the four forked swords.

"Really?" The swords that rose from the shadows did not lose their shade even after they lifted the ground.

They were dark.

Instead of sharp outlines, they had a texture that wiggled non-stop.

They were alive.

They pulsed.

They roared.

“Isn’t this a foul…!”

Just as an auror running around with my body as a host, using my auror as a slaughter again, the [Goddess of Protection] clones have manifested themselves.

Are you using five bags now?”

If the auror were simply called sword-gi, the closest word to this would be sword-gang.

When I turned my head, four knives followed.

When I pointed the tip of the sword, the four-pronged tongue groaned along with it.

inconsequential.

My salvation, my sacrifice, my origin, my compassion.

My hells, which I have been collecting, collecting, and harvesting since I grabbed the sword, worked in perfect harmony according to the idol I had in my hand.

"OK! good!" This is the level I am currently standing on.

This is the scenery I see with my own eyes.

Still, like Master, even the shadows cannot fade.

“If you plan to break me without saying a word!”

Even if you can't cut the end of winter, you can cut as much as one piece of heart folded in your heart.

“I am absolutely! Don't get a single word out of your mouth!" The viper swung his sword.

I've seen the sword he wields somewhere.

when was it Ah.

It seems to resemble the way that Moorim leader Namgungun showed when he was fighting against Master in the snowy field.

okay.

As the body crumbles, the flesh rots, and the bones melt, Moorim Maengju manipulates the muscles of his body with his inner strength, resembling a festival unfolding with the joints that have become dolls.

"Four Kings!" I wouldn't have recognized the old country.

It was like that in the old days.

No matter how the best masters showed off their splendid martial arts, my dark eyes could not read the martial arts contained in them.

I could not read them.

Even this matching dance, even the 989th dance, when I first saw it, didn't it just look like a playful puppet play? Blindness.

In the past, it was impossible to read something that looked like ■■■■.

No, something that I did not even consider as anything.

Smoke screen.

----, ----!" Now I know it's a hand gesture with the sound of 黃月破天 (黃月破天).

I deflected the sword wielded by the viper with my compassion sword.

Silence.

The raised shadows collided, but I couldn't hear them collide.