< Chapter 114 - Guardian #3 >
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Black.
Horizon of the Sword.
The source and the ultimate at the same time.
It is possible to look at the horizon.
But it is impossible to reach.
The horizon is like an ideal, so it is natural that it cannot be reached.
But there were those who reached out to the horizon.
There were those who struggled to reach a fantasy realm that was otherwise unattainable.
Countless efforts and countless attempts.
The lineage of the sword that started from the first inspector was passed down to countless people, and countless paths leading to the horizon were born.
Manryuguijong.
A path that is different from each other but ultimately leads to one.
Numerous inspectors have each taken their own path.
There were those who were too eager to follow the path of those who had gone before, let alone reach the horizon, and there were those who cried out for a horizon that they could not reach no matter how far they walked. In the end, there were quite a few who gave up and stopped.
But miracles do happen.
In the long history of swords, those who reached the horizon appeared.
It was really a very small minority.
Among the countless inspectors, there were only a few.
Black.
Horizon of the Sword.
Those who reached the unreachable and created miracles.
Those who have awakened to the truth as islands on the horizon.
People point to them as,
It was called the Sword of Heaven.
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A black aura covers the sky.
Press down on the ground and swallow up the world.
The nine heavens and the nine earths.
The stadium was obscured by darkness.
The temple has disappeared.
Only those standing tall in the darkness filled my vision.
Uther couldn’t breathe.
Just facing it made me feel suffocated and unable to move.
It was a feeling of oppression I had never experienced before.
Even the greatest swordsman I had encountered in the royal capital, Malekith who had shocked the world in the south, could not exert the same sense of intimidation as now.
The test that reached the sword.
Sword of the Sky.
“Ugh, ugh.”
I forced myself to breathe.
He let out a clumsy breath and unleashed the same power as the Nine Heavens and Nine Gates.
Seventh question.
A state of approaching the state of transcendence pursued by the Goocheon Gumun.
If we use a sword as an analogy, it would be a good situation as if we have just begun to see the horizon.
That’s why Yuder could know.
The level of the black man’s nine heavenly gates in front of his eyes was still low.
Jeomun.
But the nine heavenly gates did not determine everything at that stage.
If you look at it simply, the Nine Heavenly Swordsmanship is a buff-type technique.
Multiplies all of the user’s abilities.
Therefore, the capabilities of the users themselves were also important.
Although they are both the Seven Gates, Yuder’s Seven Gates and Landius’ Seven Gates are different.
This is because there was a huge gap in the abilities of the original state when the door was not opened.
The difference between multiplying 10 by 100 and multiplying 20 by 100.
The same was true for the Uder in front of me.
Although he was only at the fifth gate, the energy he emitted surpassed even Yuder himself, who had reached the seventh gate.
[Wake up, posterity! Wake up, posterity!]
Belencia’s voice shook Uther’s mind.
It was possible because she was also a prosecutor who had reached the sword.
Even though she had become a swordsman with only her soul remaining, the strength of her soul did not disappear.
[future generations!]
It worked.
At the repeated cries of Belencia, Uder was able to find himself. He forced himself to change his breathing.
Sweat flowed like rain.
My spine felt chilled and my throat was parched at the same time.
And I thought.
Who is the Uder in front of you?
Garius said he was the strongest swordsman he could remember.
memory.
Uther’s own memories.
[Come!]
Belencia came first.
Ascalon rushed towards the black man, shining with a brilliant golden light.
Fast and strong.
It was like a ray of light.
But the man in black was a man who had learned reason.
I read the sword of Valencia.
Although they had reached the same horizon, the gap between those with flesh and those without was clear.
The wind blows.
A rough gale is blowing.
Sword of the Wind.
It was founded by the progenitor of the Counts of Bayer and has been passed down for hundreds of years.
Uther could tell.
The ultimate sword of wind was there.
A true sword of wind that no one had ever achieved was unfolding before my eyes.
[Ahhhh!]
Belencia screamed in pain.
It wasn’t a simple exchange of swordsmanship.
The aura of the black man was so strong.
The darkness and murderousness from that soul were enough to destroy the surroundings with just a touch, so with each stroke of the sword, Velencia felt the agony of her soul burning.
“Ahhhh!”
Uder shouted.
I gritted my teeth and concentrated my mind. I had already forgotten that this fight was a test. I kicked the ground to avoid being defeated individually.
Black lightning strikes.
Lightning struck.
Uder entered the range of the black man, and Velencia flew again. He barely managed to block the pitch-black sword that was trying to cut Uder in two as he entered the area, and Uder did not miss that gap. He charged forward, taking advantage of the moment.
But it ended up being read.
The black man swung his sword in the air as if he already knew all of this, and Uder was swept away by the blow as if he was being sucked in.
It was to the point where one could suspect that it was Yuder himself who threw himself toward the sword.
bang!
Uder, who was caught in the sword strike, was thrown to the ground. Velencia shouted in a hurry to protect Uder, but it was impossible. The black man moved. The black gale roughly surrounded Ascalon, and the black man’s foot trampled the sword. With an overwhelming force, it drove away Velencia’s very soul.
[Ugh!]
Velencia was eventually forced to abandon Ascalon.
It’s strong.
Even though it’s strong, it’s too strong.
Even if Velencia herself had a physical body, it was questionable whether she could defeat him as a formidable swordsman.
But I couldn’t just sit there and admire it.
The black man’s murderous intent was real.
It was just an oversight to think that the worst would not happen when there was an exam.
“Haa··· Hak.”
Uther staggered to his feet.
The black man who had completely killed Ascalon’s momentum turned towards Yuder.
Deep fatigue spread across his white face.
Dark, dark green eyes like the abyss.
The wind blew again.
A storm arose and engulfed everything in the world.
[future generations!]
Had to resist.
Even if it meant struggling, I had to face the storm.
Uder gritted his teeth. He stood against the gusting wind. He desperately resisted the pouring sword strikes.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The black man’s black was simple.
There was no trickery or gimmick whatsoever.
But it was always in front of Yuder.
Uther couldn’t avoid the black man’s sword.
As if the laws of cause and effect had been reversed, I was exposed to the black man’s sword.
Sword Origin wasn’t invincible.
With each sword strike, Yuder’s body broke apart.
Because the body was young and still had the power of the Seven Gates, it did not break in an instant.
Belencia felt anxious.
If things continued this way, defeat – no, destruction – was only a matter of time.
I had to protect Uther somehow.
Even though I knew it was impossible, I had to do it.
Sword Origin 2nd Form.
The last one to exist after the Sealing Sword and the current first form.
Belencia demonstrated her power as a swordsman.
Even though he knew it was too much for Sword Origin and even for Yuder, he forcibly activated the second form.
The union of the new swords.
A state of true oneness with the sword!
bang!
A golden flash momentarily dispelled the dark energy.
No, it wasn’t a moment.
The golden flame that suddenly rose up consumed the darkness.
Sword Spirit Belencia.
The great fairy inspector who reached the horizon.
Her soul became one with Yuder, making the Sword Origin stronger and sharper, while also combining their souls to create an even more powerful soul.
Can Uther handle the soul of Velencia?
Wouldn’t an imperfect union harm each other’s souls?
It was not the time to consider it.
All Belencia could think about was empowering Yuder.
[future generations!]
It was the last scream. I couldn’t even scream anymore.
The black energy surged forward like a tidal wave, trying to engulf the golden flame once again.
A mad wind came rushing in to destroy everything.
Uder lifted his head, feeling for Velencia.
She fought against the storm with the power of the Fairy Sword, which was beautiful, kind, and at the same time incredibly powerful.
The swords cross.
Not being oppressed by the dark energy.
As Yuder’s soul accepted Velencia’s soul, the golden flame transformed into the aura of the black dragon, and the black flame rose beautifully in front of the approaching black wind.
But this alone was not enough.
Even though we somehow managed to match the total amount of energy, there was a difference in ability.
In front of the sword containing the sword, Yuder was gradually broken.
But Uder didn’t give up.
Even in the midst of the pain that literally tore through my entire body, I stayed focused. I didn’t lose sight of what I had to do.
gaff.
calculate.
Garius said.
He is the strongest prosecutor I remember.
It’s not something I imagined, it’s something I clearly remember.
memory.
I know.
Uder himself knows the black man in front of him.
Beneath the surface of consciousness.
Memories that are sunk deep down and cannot normally be seen.
Think about it.
Match them.
Remember and learn.
Stabbed Cordelia in the chest.
I shared one last kiss with her as she said she was sorry.
Maya is dead.
Baylun was burned.
My father, my brother, and everyone I loved and cared for were gone.
“Because he is the best···competitor.”
Lucas laughed.
He faced death with a smiling face.
He fell before his own sword.
Endless despair.
A world where there is nothing left to protect.
A fate that must be fought nonetheless.
It had to be the wind.
All I could do was lash out like a mad wind.
The black man looked at Yuder.
Uther also saw the black man.
The black wind and the black flames intertwined and became one.
Uther saw reality.
I recalled myself so as not to be immersed in the memories of the black man.
I remembered the strongest anchor that could hold me to myself.
‘Cordelia.’
Her smile.
Her warmth.
“Woooooooooo!”
Uder roared. He sympathized with the black man’s memories. By doing so, he analyzed and understood the black man’s sword.
It was a completely different approach from that of sword geniuses like Velencia.
It wasn’t something I felt and understood instinctively like Cordelia.
Remember and calculate.
Calculate and understand the memories of the black man that surge in like a tidal wave.
My head started to heat up.
At the same time, my heart started pounding as if it was going to burst.
I see a sword.
We will be able to catch up, even if it is a little late.
Just a little bit, but I think I understand why the black man’s sword moves like that.
The body was hot.
It felt like my whole body was falling apart.
But Yuder didn’t stop.
He aimed his sword at the black man, exhaling hot breath.
I recreated myself in my memories.
The view seen through the eyes of the black man.
I couldn’t even dare to imagine it.
However, Uder managed to recreate some of it.
Belencia pushed Yuder’s back, and the memory of the black man guided Yuder’s hand.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
It wasn’t a one-sided blow.
Swords clashed with swords.
Somehow, Uther’s sword caught up with the black man’s sword.
It felt completely different from when I mixed Elune and the sword.
But in essence, they were similar.
Joy that blooms even in pain.
Belencia let out a breath she didn’t know she was breathing.
Since she had reached the swordsmanship level, she couldn’t help but feel even more thrilled by the sword fight with the dark man.
But Uder did not take it.
Instead of falling into a state of mindlessness, I constantly pondered and calculated.
bang!
A violent clash.
They were pushed away from each other.
And at that moment, Uther understood.
Something incomparable to anything before is coming.
It is not a simple sword swing, but a true sword of wind that strikes.
Wind, thunder, and lightning strike.
That thing with the sword in it was explosive.
In front of the storm of swords that was despair itself, Uder thought.
It was a possible judgment because I continued to calculate without falling into a state of selflessness.
‘The sword of wind won’t do.’
Now I know.
The black wind sword, the wind and lightning sword that defeated Elio, originated from the black man in front of him.
So, it was impossible to fight the black man with the same wind sword.
I had to unleash another sword.
The first strike of the Wind-Ray-Like Strike, consisting of thirteen sword strikes, unfolds.
At that moment, Yuder also unleashed the strongest sword he could wield.
Black-winged, invincible sword.
The sword of Velencia and Uther himself.
The Sword of Annihilation, created by the current Yuder with the help of Kamael’s Twelve Swords and Landius’s Ultimate Sun Divine Art, and created together with Velencia.
Crossed.
Coincidence or fate
The Black Wing Mugeuk Cham also consisted of thirteen sword strikes.
The Wind Thunder Strike and the Black Wing Martial Arts Strike clashed head-on, and as expected, things happened.
[future generations!]
The black sword of Uther could not be like the black sword of the man.
Although I was somehow keeping up, the gap between the two was clear.
The Uther is falling apart.
Every time the swords crossed, Yuder’s body and soul were destroyed.
But Uder didn’t stop.
I gritted my teeth and stared straight ahead.
He howled at the black man and performed the Black Wing Strike.
It is cut, broken and destroyed.
But it doesn’t stop.
Despite being weaker, the gap is narrowed with each move!
Quagga River!
The twelfth sword.
The last days that follow.
The light and wind of the Wind and Thunder Sword engulfed Yuder.
At the same time, the black wings of the Black Winged Swordsman tore through the wind.
Uther failed to defeat the black man.
But the same was true for the black man.
The last black offset scattered, and Uther and the black man faced each other.
A small miracle caused by Yuder.
The black man put away his sword. He looked at Uther and smiled faintly. He slowly closed his eyes, filled with sadness and despair, and melted into the darkness.
“Uder!”
A voice was heard from behind.
The darkness that had covered the world disappeared, and Cordelia appeared. He ran towards me and hugged me tightly.
“Haa··· haa··· student······.”
Uther took a deep breath and held Cordelia in his arms.
And then he raised his head again.
The black man is gone.
His memory became as distant as a midsummer night’s dream.
But the small miracle that Uder had created did not disappear.
The road leading to the horizon.
The horizon of the sword is not visible beyond the back of the black man, but is fully revealed in front of Uther himself.
Uther looked at it.
I hugged Cordelia again, my heart pounding with joy.
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