Episode 215: Signs of Crisis (4)
A human who fell from the dry sky. A boy with black hair and black eyes. The elder immediately recognized who he was.
The elder had a seizure.
“Ba, Ba, Balor Hoa… Kin! Yes, how is it that you are still alive! And even younger!”
Balor Joaquin was a man of great renown even in the Demon Realm. He was a transcendent being who had vanished after defeating the first legion commander, Lycan, centuries ago. Of the demons who had met his black eyes, only a few survived.
Even if they survived, none of them were in their right minds. They started the game and said this.
‘That… black-eyed human is to be avoided… … That, that… man is not human. He’s not a devil either… … He’s a god… a black god!’
The current Dark Elf Elder, Rogue, muttered these words 700 years ago with his eyes wide open. The Elder Elf barely managed to survive through the capricious mercy of Balor Joaquin. To be precise, he survived by begging. He even swore that he would never come near humans again.
Hundreds of years have passed since then. The dark desires that had been lurking within the dark elves began to boil over. That is why they revealed themselves to humans.
however.
Elder, Rogue’s dark blue face turned pale and dead. At first glance, he looked like a standing corpse. The elf close to him whispered to the elder.
“Elder, I know this may be presumptuous of you to ask, but the author is not the hero of the Sijo Dynasty. He must be a boy who was recently crowned the Hero of the Seven Stars.”
“ah.”
“He is the one called ‘Heavenly Sword’, he is said to have cut down two legion commanders.”
A strange light flashed through the elder’s once cloudy eyes. The aide brought his mouth closer to the elder’s to reassure him.
“But don’t worry too much, Elder. Even though they were legion commanders, they were all in an unstable state. Furthermore, this is near the Gehenna Gate, and we are far outnumbered. The only problem is… … .”
After cutting off the words, the aide raised his eyes slightly. The shadow that had been circling the sky gradually grew larger. The moment everyone’s eyes caught its shape, it landed.
Kuuung.
The thick dust had thickened. The scenery was hazy and blurry. The soul that had transformed into a humanoid form stood next to the strong sword. At this, the chief asked with a dazed look in his eyes.
“Your Majesty, what is this? Could this girl be… a dragon?”
“Yes, well. I’ll give you a more detailed explanation later.”
Kanggeomma answered, scratching his eyebrows. Then he turned his gaze towards Geomje.
“Your Majesty, please take charge of the rear. He is about fifty years old, and it will be easy if he is accompanied by this friend, the dragon.”
The sword master still looked bewildered. He suddenly told me to join forces with the dragon. What kind of nonsense was this? However, those eyes, the gaze of the strong sword master, were calm.
‘Are you telling me to trust and follow you?’
The inspector nodded.
“Okay, I understand. I’ll take care of the rear. Please take care of the front.”
“thank you.”
Kang Geum-ma turned his head towards Hon.
“Son, you just need to help the sword master. It would be even better if you could save people with magic when you get the chance. Can you do it? If you do it well, I’ll buy you a triple-plus Hanwoo instead of a double-plus.”
Nodding. The soul was shaking violently. Droplets of saliva were flying.
“yes!”
Kang Geum-ma smiled brightly. Then he took out the remaining half-pulled sashimi.
“Kill him!”
The entourage elf shouted.
Wedge-eeeeeek.
The mouth of the elf who had been making a loud noise began to spurt out blue blood. Its body collapsed like a wooden doll whose strings had been cut.
The elf who was close to him died instantly with a Daiso sashimi stuck in his throat. He was the best warrior in the tribe. And he was sentenced to death worth 3,000 won.
“… … !”
“I felt something today.”
Kang Geum-ma takes a step forward. He turns the two sashimi in reverse and says.
“I think it’s better to use a knife than words.”
The smile on Ganggeomma’s lips deepened. Murasame and Mannyeonsari’s blades also had bright smiles on their faces.
* * *
Footsteps were heard. The brisk footsteps, as if taking a walk, became the melody of death.
“Kkiyaaaaaaaaaa!”
The female elf screamed in agony. Kanggeomma stabbed Sashimi in the back of the neck. A blade protruded from the back of the neck and was sucked out again.
“Get out… … .”
The female elf groaned, revealing her hazy eyes.
“Damn it, I can’t see!”
The male elf next to him started barking. Even though he moved his eyes quickly, the human disappeared without a trace.
It was there just a moment ago. But why isn’t it there now? In that moment of life-or-death question, the blade slashed at his temple.
Phew.
The half-eaten sashimi came out with its head split open. The male elf died without even realizing his own death.
“Wow, line up your numbers and shoot arrows! Those armed with wands, pour out magic!”
The executive elf gave the order. His neck was covered in spiderweb-like veins.
“Fire, arrow. Fire, fire, shoot the arrow! Shoot!”
The elf group barely managed to regroup and fired arrows.
Peewee! Peewee! Peewee!
Arrows imbued with magic flew in succession. With speeds comparable to bullets, and with illusionary magic mixed in, each arrow caused dozens of ricochets. Countless arrows swept in like a heavy rain, and swept in again.
Kang Geum-ma slightly raised the corners of his lips.
“Those who attack from a distance always try to reduce my range of movement. The 5th Corps Commander and the 3rd Corps Commander.”
The sky was dark as if an eclipse was occurring because of the rain of arrows.
“But do you think I can handle the attacks of little rascals like you?”
Kanggeomma planted his right and left feet alternately on the ground. Darkness for a moment settled over his head as if melting.
A black man stands under the black sky. Kanggeomma takes a short, cold breath.
Crunch!
The blade flashed. It struck down the pouring hail of arrows. It was so fast that twenty silvery afterimages were left in the path of Sashimi.
Arrows fell like matchsticks. The sharp arrowheads flew in all directions without even licking the skin. It looked like a circular barrier had formed around the strong sword.
The black eyes observed each arrow.
‘There are a ton of them, though.’
Two sashimi sticks touched the red line drawn on the arrow shaft.
‘If you take away the magic, it’s just a toy.’
The magic oxidized and the arrow broke.
“Wh, what… … !”
Only after wasting his arrows did the officer elf realize that something was seriously wrong. He stopped the long-range attack, grabbed his sword, and ran forward himself.
“I, Gremfield. I will avenge my brother, the right-hand man of Elder Rogue and the first to die— AAAAAH!”
Daiso Sashimi opened a tunnel through its babbling mouth.
“Ah… that devil… bastard… … .”
Dark Elf’s Virtue. Kanggeomma kindly threw me another piece of sashimi.
The new tip was first tapped against the end of the hilt, pushing it out and taking its place.
Gremfield was better than his brother. Daiso Sashimi x2. His life price was 6,000 won, twice that of his brother.
The elf in charge died in tears of joy at the kindness of the strong swordsman.
The dark elves froze like statues. Everyone present felt their blood run cold. It was not an exaggeration to say that the air was chilly.
Kanggeomma opened his mouth, shaking his disheveled hair. His eyes looked straight at the elder elf.
“Not coming?”
Elder, Log raised his index finger and made a gesture. The finger trembled weakly like an old tree in the wind.
“Yes, yes, you. Why do you use such strength when you’re not Balor Joaquin!”
“I am that human’s disciple.”
“What, what?!”
Kanggeomma smiled. Murderous intent and madness were swirling in his black pupils.
“Anyway, if you don’t plan on coming, wait. I’ll go.”
The horse’s feet dug a furrow again.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeee! Die!”
The elves also faced each other with the inertia of fear. The strong swordsman teased Sashimi. With one swing of the sword, the line cut diagonally like bamboo collapsed.
The elves’ eyes widened in shock. Before they could show off their magic, Kanggeomma swung his sword. Shouts and screams from ten people spread out.
The five elves counterattacked. They threw their bows to the ground and picked up the swords on their waists. It was a wise choice. It was a mistake to insist on using ranged weapons in close combat.
However, the elves could only pull out the blade a span because of the blue blood lines that were already engraved on their arms and thighs.
The elves, whose center of gravity had collapsed, staggered. In that split second, Sashimi split their collarbones one by one. Five of them died.
The group of elves at the rear chanted a spell. The strong swordsman also moved in accordance with it. Activating the ‘Protection of Charyeok’, the fingers that were about to flick were cut off like branches.
Then, Kanggeomma jumped up. He landed in the middle of the elf group. Everyone’s gaze was focused on him, but then dispersed. Sashimi scanned the elves’ eyes even faster. Immediately after, six elves who had lost their eyesight died.
Kanggeomma wiped the blood that had stained his sword on his trouser leg. He roughly wiped his mouth with his slippery hands. Then he ran again.
“Now, Elder… … !”
The elves fled in panic, blades falling behind them like swallows laden with water.
Crunch!
Numerical superiority is meaningless. A group of elves of about fifty were halved by a single man. As the sword fight continues, their numbers will dwindle even further.
Ssung!
The elder elf lowered his head as the elves died one after another. Thick blood filled the floor.
“Hehehehe.”
The elder laughed, holding his stomach.
“Yes, Balor Joaquin and Lycan. I’ve heard of their union, but I never thought I’d see the results with my own eyes.”
The elder, who was laughing like crazy, shouted at the sword master who was fighting chaotically.
“Descendants of the Nibelungs! Even though we Dark Elves are now facing extinction, just wait and see! This demon’s sword will not discriminate between right and wrong!”
The swordsman turned around and looked at Kanggeomma. His eyebrows were furrowed.
‘Cheongeom… you.’
The swordsman slaughters the elves. Even though he has the upper hand, his blade continues to pursue the dark flesh.
‘If I keep doing this, I might lose my mind.’
I’ve heard. When he confronted the 3rd Corps Commander Vesna, Kanggeomma’s hair turned ashen. It was what they call ‘awakening.’ In fact, the tips of Kanggeomma’s hair were burning white.
‘The awakening of the One Thousand Swords is different.’
It was severe. Sashimi was endlessly thirsting for blood. If left alone, the two sashimi would not be able to distinguish between blood and blood.
However, it was difficult to approach this side rashly. Thanks to the dragon’s magic, it was easy to deal with, but I couldn’t let my guard down.
‘I guess I’ll have to approach it when I get the chance.’
The breathing sound was greatly reduced. There were no elves standing on two legs. Even if they were breathing, their limbs were not healthy. They looked up at the strong sword horse with frightened eyes.
Some struggled, some crawled, and some cast spells until the last moment. They all met the same end: death.
“under…….”
Kanggeomma closed his eyes. The area around his eyes felt stiff. The tip of his nose tingled with the smell of blood.
He slowly opened his eyes and started walking with a thump.
There were many obstacles. Pieces of bone and blood stuck under my feet like rocks. I walked, bumping into them.
I took each step forward. As each step continued, my hair began to turn black again.
Damn it.
Kanggeomma stood before the elder. The elder giggled, covering his forehead. His forehead was wet with water.
The elder, Kang Geum-ma, looked down blankly and opened his mouth.
“I know you’re in your right mind.”
“… … .”
The laughter stopped.
