< Chapter 118 - The Horizon of the Sword #2 >
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The dominoes are falling.
One by one, they fall apart.
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“Damage!”
Elune realized instinctively.
If we don’t stop that sword demon, everyone will die.
The only one who can stop that sword demon is you, right here and now.
She reflexively shouted and drew her sword. She raised a golden sword blast against the pure white light that was rushing in as if it was going to engulf the Red Gate.
Break it.
Crush the black energy with the leaves of the evening primrose in full bloom.
Tsukwaha!
He jumped down from the wall and simultaneously launched a flurry of attacks. He swung his sword in the air, scattering his energy, and yellow flower petals filled the air.
Kagagagagagagaga!
It was hit and broke and shattered.
Unable to completely block it, the Red Gate collided with the Black Energy, and the Black Energy collided with the magical barrier protecting the Red Gate, causing a large vibration.
bang!
A second bang rang out.
As soon as she landed on the ground, Elune hurriedly swung her sword to block the First Sword’s attack.
As expected from someone who was once called the Sword Saint of Light, his attacks were dazzlingly fast.
“Ugh!”
Elune swallowed a groan and desperately twisted the trajectory of her sword.
But the First Sword did not allow it. When Elune twisted the trajectory of the sword with her long, thin sword, she immediately retrieved the sword and unleashed another lightning-like attack.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
It was an extreme straight line.
It was so fast and powerful that it was like a torrent of light.
Elune struggled to block the First Sword’s attack. No, to be exact, she tried to avoid it.
Elune’s sword was soft and gorgeous.
Her sword was light and sharp rather than heavy and strong.
A smile spread across Jeilgeom’s face.
She unleashed an even stronger attack, testing her sword’s ability to overcome strength with softness.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Every time the pure white sword and golden sword collided, a terrifying shockwave engulfed the entire area.
The force was so strong that it shook the ground and the walls.
As the ground shattered and the broken swords dug through the ground, those around could only watch and not dare to interfere.
Elune loved swords.
I liked practicing swordsmanship more.
That’s why I felt happy when I sparred with Yuder.
They enjoyed the ultimate joy by exchanging the swords of Velencia that they each had.
A sense of reaching out to the horizon.
It feels like the distant horizon is getting a little closer.
But the confrontation with Jeilgeom was different.
‘It’s dark.’
I couldn’t see ahead.
Every time I exchanged swords, my vision became blurry. Rather, it felt like the path to the horizon was blocked.
Sword Demon.
Sword monster.
Elune’s feeling was not wrong.
The current best sword, which has become the highest level mine by combining with the demon Asmodeus, the overlord of lust, is different from the past.
A true swordsman.
A monster that devours the path to the horizon.
“Haaah!”
If things continued like this, we would just get eaten.
Elune shouted loudly and threw herself at the enemy. She took a step forward and added to the river of Yue. In an instant, she used all her strength to deflect the sword of the first sword.
Kagang!
As the speed was fast, the recoil was also great. The first sword and hand were instantly thrown upwards, and the sword energy that crossed between the two was also thrown to the side and swept the surroundings.
Elune gritted her teeth amidst the vibrations and explosions. She swallowed the pain that felt like her arms were going to break and unleashed a series of splendid strikes.
Dance of the Moonflowers.
A ray of light to drive away the darkness that covers the path to the horizon.
It was beautiful.
It was a splendid and wonderful sword dance.
But it didn’t work.
The sword of the first sword that had been bounced off came down like lightning and cut off the pulse of the sword dance. Elune’s sword shook, and the hand that was holding the sword was torn and red blood burst out. Her knees buckled and her posture collapsed.
“Weak.”
The eyes of the first swordsman, which had been filled with joy, became cold.
Grand Sword Master Elune.
The strongest sword of the elves.
It was definitely great.
She possessed sword skills worthy of a Grand Sword Master.
But it was weak.
Her sword was truly a sword dance.
Dance.
A sword wielded for one’s own satisfaction.
A clear and pure sword that is swung for the joy of simply advancing toward the horizon, rather than for the purpose of cutting, harming, and killing others.
That’s why it was weak.
Her sword didn’t have the rough, rugged feel of the Wind Sword Saint’s sword.
There was no heart of steel like that shown by the absolute knight Galahad.
“I’ll feed you.”
And I’ll show you.
What is a true sword?
What is a sword after all?
bang!
The first sword has changed.
It was still a lightning-quick attack, but the essential part had changed.
“Ouch!”
Elune fought desperately, clutching her sword in her torn hand.
But every time the swords crossed, Elune felt as if her entire body was being torn apart. When the fourth swords crossed, she even vomited black blood.
The pure white energy emitted by the first sword bit Elune’s energy like a ferocious wolf. It mercilessly drove at her as she staggered, breaking and shattering her.
It was no longer a confrontation.
It was a one-sided abuse.
Elune’s sword bounced away. Elune knelt down in place, her bloody palms hanging open. Her face, stained with pain, was covered in blood and tears.
“Elune!”
“Save Elune!”
The knights on the wall shouted. More than ten elven knights jumped down from the wall and rushed towards the First Sword.
“Nooooooooo!”
Elune shouted reflexively.
The first swordsman swung his sword while looking down at Elune.
A dozen elf knights attacked the First Sword from all sides.
And light.
With a pure white sword.
Tsukwahak!
There was no screaming.
There was no crying.
Fifteen elf knights lost their lives at the same time.
They could not withstand even a single moment of the lofty sword strike of light. Only after their entire bodies were cut off did they realize that they had been attacked, and they met death.
Red blood covered the surroundings, pouring down like rain, covering Elune and the surroundings.
“Ouch, oh.”
Elune burst into tears as blood and flesh covered her head. She tried to somehow get up and block the sword demon.
But my arms wouldn’t move. My legs were shaking and I couldn’t stand up.
“Here he comes again.”
The first swordsman frowned as if he was a little annoyed.
Knights leapt down from the walls, and at the same time the gates opened. The wizards also began to chant some spells to launch a barrage of attacks.
So the blackest sword swung its sword.
One step ahead of them, before the knights’ feet touched the ground, before the elves leaned out of the gates, before the spell was completed and poured out.
The Sword of Light.
The owner of a sword that is faster than anyone else.
Tsuk-!
A pure white aura covered the world.
The elven knights who jumped down from the wall were split in two and rolled on the ground. The magic the wizards had created was cut off at some point. This was because the sword of the first sword cut through the flow of magical power itself.
The knights who were about to open the gate and charge in collapsed with the same momentum they had been running with. Blood once again burst out from their bodies, which were torn into dozens of pieces, dyeing the area around the gate red.
Thud thud-
Blood is pouring out.
The pieces are scattered.
Elune gasped and cried. She wanted to shout at everyone to give up on her and run away. But the First Sword would not allow it. Even though he had already lost interest, he had no intention of letting Elune go easily.
“Because there’s still a little left.”
Because it seems like there’s still a little bit left to eat up.
Moreover, her crying presence was extremely effective.
The elves subconsciously knew that no matter how many soldiers there were at the Red Gate, they could not stop the First Sword.
But I couldn’t recognize it clearly.
The pitiful Grand Sword Master wailed in front of the gate, the Elves’ swordplay turning their minds into a mess.
The first sword swung the whip he had on his waist and wrapped it around Elune’s neck. He intended to drag her around inside the Red Gate like a dog.
Hunting elves who cannot give up Elune.
Turns the Red Gate into hell.
“Rune Proud!”
At that very moment, a sharp scream caught Jeilgeom’s consciousness.
I turned my gaze to the familiar voice and found myself smiling without realizing it.
“Lucas.”
Before the appearance of Uther and Cordelia, she was the child who had to be watched the most in the Kingdom of Cailun.
A child who I thought would one day serve as food for me as I made my way to the horizon.
He was staring straight at me. Despite witnessing the terrifying sword energy, instead of trembling in fear, he stood still and watched me.
The first one felt interested.
Even if it was weaker than Elune, it didn’t matter. I thought I could get a step towards the horizon from Lucas’ sword.
So the first blacksmith laughed.
I noticed the sword slashing at the whip, but I let it pass.
The sharp sword cut the whip, freeing Elune. At that moment, the swinging chain wrapped around Elune’s body.
“Eww!”
It was Caesar.
She pulled the chain and retrieved Elune, and Scarlett, who had cut off the whip, tried to quickly get away.
But it was impossible.
The only thing Jeilgeom could do was cut off the whip.
“It looks delicious.”
The first sword spoke as it looked at Scarlett.
He could tell, he was a blacksmith.
Among those present, the child in front of me was the best in terms of talent.
So he swung his sword. Weakly at first.
But even that was too much for Scarlett.
“Kaaaak!”
Scarlett took a gamble. She flew in time with the first sword strike. It was to minimize the impact and get out of the way.
But it went wrong.
Such a shallow move was no match for Jeilgeom. Instead of being thrown far away by the slightly changed sword path, Scarlett collided with the ground.
“Scarlett!”
Kaisa roared and charged forward, her eyes glowing blue as if awakening the divine spirit’s blood.
It was of terrifying power and speed.
But Jeilgeom wasn’t interested.
She was a beast, not a detective.
It didn’t help me on my way to the horizon.
“Ahhhh!”
Caesar’s right arm was torn off along with the chain.
Scarlett screamed, but Jeilgeom looked surprised instead.
Because the original intention was to cut the body.
“Eww!”
Caesar kicked the ground once more. He raised his claws on his remaining left hand and dashed recklessly toward the First Sword.
“no!”
Scarlett desperately swung her saber. She was trying to block the sword strike by wedging it into the path of the First Sword.
But it was a foolish idea.
The sword of the first sword cut through the sword of the second sword. The sword strikes that were desperately swung had no value in front of the sword of the first sword.
The plainclothes sword is broken.
A pure white sword engulfs Caesar.
bang!
A loud noise shattered the darkness.
The pure white sword split the pure white sword energy.
The Holy King’s Cross.
Lucas Hresvel’s sword.
“oh.”
The first swordsman gave a small exclamation of admiration.
I swallowed my saliva once again at the sight of Lucas, who had grown beyond comparison to when I first saw him at the Sword Banquet.
“Lucas.”
Lucas did not turn around at Caesar’s call. He simply turned his back and faced the First Sword head-on.
He focused only on the First Sword without disturbing his posture.
Elune was in a miserable state of defeat.
Kaisa and Scarlett were in the midst of being shaken by the First Sword’s sword strike.
I took a breath.
I consciously adjusted my breathing.
Protect Scarlett.
Protect Caesar.
A strange light appeared in Jeilgeom’s eyes. Kaisa and Scarlett also swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.
And the sword of light.
It was the so-called no-beat. There were only a handful of people on the entire continent who could block the first sword strike that came without any preparatory movement.
But then a crashing sound rang out.
Lucas’ sword blocked the First Sword’s sword.
Although the sword shook violently, it was blocked only with great difficulty.
“under.”
A smile spread across Jeilgeom’s face.
Lucas said as he faced the first sword.
“Scarlett, Kai’sa and Elune.”
It was clear what it meant.
So Scarlett and Kaisa paused for a moment, but soon took action. After Scarlett recovered Kaisa’s severed arm, she retreated.
“I’ll be right back.”
Lucas didn’t respond to the small voice Scarlett left behind. He just focused his consciousness on the First Sword.
“Lucas.”
The first sword swung its sword.
This time too, I managed to stop it, albeit dangerously.
His posture shook, but he did not fall.
The first sword increased its speed. Lucas concentrated even more.
A metallic sound rang out.
The sound of the terrifying black energy tearing through the air was so creepy that it gave me goosebumps.
But Scarlett and Kaisa didn’t look back. Instead of wasting their time, they cleaned up Elune, who had become a mess.
Lucas was no match for the First Sword.
There was a huge gap between the two.
But Scarlett seemed to know somehow.
A man who never gives up.
A person who could feel that one fact deeply in his bones, whether he met me as an enemy or as a lover.
Caesar knew it too.
I didn’t know that it was difficult then or now, but I knew at least one thing.
Lucas did not back down.
Even when I felt the gap in talent, even when I hit a huge wall, I never stopped. Instead of giving up and giving up, I kept moving forward, even if it was just a small and insignificant step.
So Lucas can do it.
I will do it this time too.
Vague belief.
No, that wasn’t the case. Numerous memories prove it.
My head was spinning.
Scarlett and Kaisa looked at each other.
Two people who were sometimes enemies and sometimes best friends.
At that moment, a loud noise erupted.
A pure white radiance covered the world.
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The first sword’s sword was too fast.
That’s why I gave up following it with my eyes. At some point, I started relying on my intuition to block it.
My hands and feet were shaking.
His wrist was torn and blood was flowing out.
Every time I blocked it, the energy in my whole body rushed back and it felt like my body was going to explode.
Builtvine Heroes Chronicles.
Hero Builtvine.
Always a cool and strong guy.
A person who is like a light, always taking the lead and guiding everyone.
It wasn’t Lucas himself.
I couldn’t be someone like Builtwein.
At first I thought it could be so.
I often imagined myself becoming a hero like Builtvein and leading everyone.
Those around him praised him as the best talent in the North, and in fact, it wasn’t a lie. Among his peers, there was no one who could take Lucas’ sword.
But it was just an illusion.
Yuder Bayer.
A boy who appeared before my eyes one day.
At first, he was much weaker than himself.
But it gradually got stronger.
No, even in those days when he was weaker than himself, he was already a leader.
He was a dazzlingly shining hero.
Lord Landius accepted Yuder as his disciple.
The person who had not accepted him no matter how much he begged declared that he would take him as his disciple as soon as he saw Yuder.
Kamael took a close look at Uther.
While he was staying at the Hresvelg family mansion, Yuder traveled north. He went to the wild lands, defeated demon followers, saved many people, and was finally chosen by the Golden Dragon King to fight and destroy the Gates of Hell.
And it got stronger.
He surpassed himself so much that a proper duel was impossible.
The story continued to be told.
A fantasy couple.
The winner of the Sword Banquet.
A national hero who protected the royal family from the enemy.
It got further and further away.
He won the tournament with overwhelming performance, and this time he went south and performed amazingly.
He saved countless people and defeated the Ancient Dragon, becoming a Dragon Slayer.
An entity that cannot be followed.
A being truly like Builtvine.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous.
It is true that there were times when I harbored feelings of ugly jealousy.
But I didn’t really hate it.
Instead of complaining, I took up my sword.
He swung his sword in order to get even a little closer to Yuder, who still called him his rival.
Yuder became the Ten Swordsman.
He congratulated me. I swung my sword even harder.
Uther became a blacksmith.
I was amazed and set it as my goal. Instead of giving up in frustration, I became more determined.
It was a difficult task.
Several times a day, I felt like my heart was rotting away with feelings of inferiority.
Every time he saw Uther, he had to feel that he was not Builtwein, that he could never be like him.
But still, I swung my sword.
I continued on down the dark, dark road.
The first sword swung its sword.
This time, I couldn’t even feel the slightest movement.
Lucas looked straight ahead.
It was still a dark and dark road.
But, a tall figure appeared in front of the path I was walking on.
He looked back at Lucas.
He gave an awkward smile.
“But Lucas, there’s only you.”
Not Maximilian, not Leon, not anyone else.
Only you could be with me.
Only you could catch up with Uther.
Then and now, Yuder has been moving forward with brisk strides.
When I came to my senses, I found myself far away.
But I kept taking steps forward.
Slowly but steadily, without hesitating or becoming discouraged, keep moving forward.
“I couldn’t protect it.”
I failed to protect Uther and Cordelia.
I couldn’t be with you two until the end.
I failed to prevent Cordelia’s death, and I was unable to stand on the final battlefield with Uther.
But you are not.
You can do it.
So, I’ll lend you my strength.
No, I’m not lending it to you.
Because it was your strength in the first place.
Because it is the realm you have reached after taking each step forward.
Because you never gave up, that’s the strength I gained.
The man smiled and stepped aside.
Then light appeared.
The horizon beyond the dark, dark road.
That which touches the straight road.
“Lucas.”
Lucas Hresvelg.
“You can do it.”
Builtvine.
The heroes of Scarlett and Caesar, Uther and Cordelia.
Lucas laughed.
The Black Man – He was the last of Uder’s companions to reach the sword, and he smiled brightly.
“Woooooooooo!”
The light was blazing.
Lucas’ sword blocked the invisible sword of the First Sword.
No, I crushed it. I destroyed the sword path.
The first swordsman opened his eyes wide.
Lucas recited, adjusting his grip on the sword.
“The Holy King’s Cross.”
The sword of the Holy King that destroys evil.
An unyielding will that never breaks.
The pure white cross that had been symbolized shone brilliantly at Lucas’ fingertips.
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< Chapter 118 - The Horizon of the Sword #2 > End
