< Chapter 118 - The Horizon of the Sword #3 >
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It was a chain.
The moment one thing fell apart, it was already irreversible.
The dominoes are falling.
They continue to resonate with each other.
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Jeilgeom couldn’t hide his surprise.
He fired a lightning bolt at the Holy King’s Cross Sword that was glowing before his eyes.
Because I could tell even though it was only one move.
“It is Count Hresvelg or higher.”
Holy Sword Frederick Hresvelg.
The leader of the crows that guard the North.
I had a look at his Holy Cross sword.
So I could be sure.
The Holy Cross sword currently in Lucas’ hands is very close to being complete.
The true King’s sword was in the hands of Lucas, not Count Hresvelg.
But how.
Lucas was clearly a talented kid.
The nickname of Hresvelg’s Giraffe was not an exaggeration, and even the First Swordsman himself had been praising Lucas highly until the appearance of Yuder.
But it wasn’t to this extent.
It was amazing that he had grown to a level close to that of a swordsman, but he completed the Holy King’s Cross Sword?
“There’s something.”
Something that Jeilgeom himself does not know and cannot understand.
“Well, it doesn’t matter.”
Whatever the reason, Lucas has become so strong.
Because they have become coveted prey.
The first sword was thrown down. He pulled out a new spare sword and showed a completely different prayer than before.
“Come on, Lucas. Let’s go play for the first time in a while.”
Lucas didn’t bother to respond to the friendly words. He held his breath while holding his pure white cross upright.
It felt strange.
My mind was complicated yet clear.
A horizon that appeared beyond a road that had been dark and gloomy.
And the road that continues endlessly toward that horizon.
I saw a man standing on the road.
As strange as it was, the man was Lucas himself.
Much older than I am now, with a lot of experience… but at the same time, my heart is broken from countless wounds.
Is he his future self?
Or maybe I am taking a different path, one that also appeared in the Built Vine Heroes Chronicles.
I couldn’t figure it out.
But I could feel it clearly.
The path he walked.
The path I took step by step.
It didn’t feel like someone else’s experience.
It was Lucas’ own experience.
It was not an illusion like the one I experienced in the dungeon book, but my real self.
‘Become a built-in vine.’
The last words he left behind.
Lucas let out a deep breath. He looked straight at the First Sword in front of him.
I felt like my mind was becoming clearer and clearer.
“Rune Proud.”
The Sword of Light.
The top-tier mine duke of the devil’s hand.
Sword horse.
The first sword.
This wasn’t the first time we had met as enemies.
But Lucas could feel it too.
Of all the swords I’ve ever experienced, the one in front of me was the strongest.
There has never been a stronger sword than this.
A formidable opponent.
But there was no hesitation in Lucas’s steps.
There was no question as to what to do at this point.
“Come.”
The first sword laughed at Lucas’ words. He laughed excitedly and kicked the ground. He rushed towards Lucas and rained down sword strikes of light.
fast.
It is truly a swordsmanship like light.
But Lucas didn’t want to see all that.
Some saw it, some felt it.
Although I have not yet reached the sword, I responded as one who looks to the horizon.
Kakakakakakakakakakakang-!
The sharp metallic sound continued like a thunderbolt.
Pure white sparks enveloped the surroundings, and surprise and joy spread across Jeilgeom’s eyes.
Lucas’s sword wasn’t flashy.
It wasn’t that Jeilgeom increased his speed in line with his own offensive.
He was blocking, deflecting, or dodging all sword strikes with minimal movement.
Thorough fundamentals.
A simple but sturdy sword belonging to the Count Hresvelg.
bang!
The First Sword’s sword bounced off again, destroying the First Sword’s path just like Lucas did the first time.
But the first sword did not miss the sword. It gave its body to the direction of Lucas’ attack. It smoothly rotated in accordance with the progress of the force, and fired a fierce sword energy at Lucas.
Quagga River!
But this time Lucas’ sword destroyed the sword energy.
It was as solid as an unshakable castle.
Instead of continuing to pound Lucas, Jeilgeom took a step back.
Lucas, instead of rushing towards Jeilgeom, took a deep breath and adjusted his posture.
Things were different with Elune.
Beautiful and elegant, but practically a means of self-satisfaction, Elune’s sword lacked any killing intent or aggression itself.
It wasn’t really a sword for fighting.
That’s why Elune was defeated so easily by the First Swordsman himself, despite being equally strong.
But Lucas’s sword was different from Elune’s sword.
It was the warrior’s sword itself, created through long training and abundant combat experience that rivaled it.
Scarlett, who had entrusted Elune to Kirara who was hiding, immediately treated Kaisha’s wounds. She wanted to look back at Lucas, but she gritted her teeth and endured it.
There was a loud noise again.
The fights between swordsmen were always like that.
It shook the axis of the earth and made the sky tremble. It was a natural course of action to scorch the surrounding area with the trained sword energy.
Because Scarlett herself was like that.
Even when he fought for his life with Caesar, and even when he confronted Lucas.
It was confusing.
Memories that were clearly mine but felt so unfamiliar came to mind vaguely, like a mist.
He was dying in Lucas’ arms.
The one who was in love with Lucas.
The last kiss I shared with Lucas.
‘Let’s focus, let’s focus, Scarlett.’
Scarlett forced herself to concentrate. All her thoughts were focused on tending to Kai’sa’s wounds.
Caesar saw Scarlett like that.
I had mixed feelings.
The urge to immediately break that damn neck and kill him and the thought of wanting to hold him tightly in my arms crossed.
“Haaah··· Ugh······.”
“Hold on a second, it’s almost done.”
Kaisa gritted his teeth as he listened to Scarlett.
I suppressed my conflicting impulses and focused on the sound.
Lucas was fighting the First Sword.
My heart felt like it was going to burst. My love for Lucas was surging.
Unfamiliar feelings and memories.
But it was his own. Caesar’s own feelings and memories were clear.
We stood up to Scarlett together.
Instead of despairing in a world filled with darkness, they comforted each other and strengthened their resolve.
Lucas stabbing himself like that.
Himself unleashing the power of the divine beast in order to kill Lucas.
It was dizzying. Unlike Scarlett, who saw the world with ease, Caesar saw the world with instinct and emotion, so he felt even more confused.
“Lucas.”
bang!
The clash between Lucas and Jeilgeom became more and more intense.
The first sword’s attacks became even more intense, and the light emitted by Lucas’s cross sword became stronger with each successive sword strike.
The first swordsman took a step forward.
Lucas didn’t back down, but he felt the burden.
The first sword took another step forward.
His eyes became like those of a beast. His body itself became stronger, and the power he could exert on his sword became stronger.
The speed increases accordingly.
Another blast of light.
Lucas held his breath. He further amplified the light of the Holy King who destroyed evil.
The one standing in front of the road.
I couldn’t quite keep up.
There wasn’t enough time for that. Lucas’ own body wasn’t as trained as the one that stood before him.
But instead of giving up, Lucas focused.
The first sword did not use any tricks. It was pushing forward with only pure strength and speed.
Minhwa.
If it was the first sword that became mine, I already knew.
I have also had the experience of going on blind dates several times.
But it was still different from before.
The current Jeilgeom was the strongest of all Jeilgeoms up until then. He maintained the appearance of the purest swordsman.
bang!
The dominoes fell.
As the first domino fell, the rest of the dominoes began to fall as well.
Lucas saw others of himself.
And it was the same with the first sword.
But there was one clear difference between the two.
Quagga River!
A distant horizon.
The road that leads to that horizon.
The first sword continued to take steps forward. It continued to advance without stopping to reach the sword’s horizon.
He continued to swing his sword.
I felt anxious and uneasy, with an indescribable, ominous feeling.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The first sword became a complete mine.
A yellow light appeared in its eyes, its skin turned pale all over its body, and six horns sprouted from its head.
“You will die here.”
The first sword said.
He continued to pour out his words to Lucas.
“Your resistance will be useless.”
Kill you, kill Scarlett, kill Kaisa, kill Elune, kill everyone at Red Gate.
Malice welled up.
I was burning with hatred due to inexplicable anxiety.
In front of the barrage of swirling, angry light, the Holy King’s sword gradually lost its light.
But Lucas did not give in to the words of the First Sword.
I resisted the sword until the end and glared at the first sword’s eyes.
Unbreakable will.
The successor of the Holy King, who suppressed himself with his own will even after becoming a mine.
bang!
There was an explosion of light.
Demonbane was thrown back with a great force, and Lucas’ arm was covered in blood. The Holy King’s sword lost its light.
Jeilgeom gritted his teeth. Instead of glaring, he glared at Lucas.
“You’ll die like a bug.”
Leaving behind no value.
As if- As if-
The first sword swung its sword at Lucas.
Lucas looked straight at the sword of the first sword.
I looked straight into Jeilgeom’s eyes, which were filled with anxiety, and thought.
‘It’s not useless.’
Another self said.
He stood on the road leading to the horizon and looked at himself and said.
“You made time.”
Time to save everyone.
So that Uther and Cordelia won’t be sad, and so that we can move forward with Scarlett and Kai’sa.
So that we can protect Elune, Kirara, and everyone at the Red Gate.
“You saved me.”
Lucas laughed bitterly.
He didn’t take his eyes off the first sword.
And the pouring light.
It descends from the sky!
Kwagagagagagagagagagagagagaga-!
A thousand magic balls poured down from the sky.
It reduced the glare of the sun on the ground filled with darkness.
Tsukwahak!
Jeilgeom quickly swung his sword and cut down the magic ball.
He instantly destroyed the magical orbs that were swirling around by cutting through the flow of magical power with his sword.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The first sword continued to swing its sword.
I looked straight into the roar of splendid light.
Cordelia, who was radiating the power of the sun with her wings spread, was collecting Lucas.
And right next to him, Yuder was glaring at him.
“Youder Bayer!”
The first sword shouted sharply and swung its sword energy.
Instead of striking it, Uder unleashed the power of the Seven Gates. He dispersed the sword energy with his momentum and added the power of Velencia to himself.
“The best sword.”
There was no need for further conversation.
The first sword straightened its stance. The moment it faced Yuder, it burned itself with anxiety that had begun to boil over. It spread its pure white wings while glaring at the horizon. Yuder also spread his pitch-black wings and rushed toward the first sword.
The secret art of light swordsmanship, the light-winged heavenly sword.
The law of Valencia, the black wing of the infinite sword.
Pure white wings and pitch-black wings clashed.
They became entangled as one and shook the world.
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