Ending Maker

Quarry.

Sword horizon.

At the same time, it is the ultimate cause.

It is possible to look at the horizon.

But it is impossible to reach it.

The horizon is like an ideal, so it makes sense not to be touched.

But there were those who were moving towards the horizon.

There were those who struggled to get to the edge of the illusion that could not be reached.

Myriad of efforts and myriad attempts.

The genealogy of the sword, which began with the first examination, led to numerous people, and numerous paths leading to the horizon were born.

Mannuloma.

Different from each other, but in the end the path leads to one.

Numerous prosecutors have gone their separate ways.

Some hurried to follow the back of those who had gone before them, and some grumbled at the horizon that was not within walking distance. Eventually, they gave up and stopped, but there were not many.

But the miracle was before it happened.

In the history of the long-established sword, those who touch the horizon appear.

There were really very few.

There were only a few of the countless inspectors.

Quarry.

Sword horizon.

Those who have touched the untouchable and caused miracles.

Those who awaken quarries as islands on the horizon.

People are pointing at them.

I called it the sword of heaven.

Black energy covers the sky.

Press the ground and swallow the world.

Ninth Gate.

The arena was cleared in the dark.

The temple is gone.

Only those who stood out in the darkness filled their sight.

Juder couldn't breathe.

I couldn't move because I was suffocated just by facing him.

It was a feeling of embarrassment I had never experienced before.

Malekith, the most powerful swordsman in the royal family, and the most fervent in the world in the south, did not feel the same pressure now.

Examination touched by examination.

Sword of the sky.

“Huff, huff. ”

I forced myself to breathe.

He vomits his breath and equally exerts the power of the Old Gate.

Damn it.

The state of approaching the transcendental horizon sought by the Old Testament.

By analogy with quarantine, it would be nice to just start looking at the horizon.

That's why Juder knew.

The entrance to the black house in front of the eyes of Eudor was still low.

Xeomun.

However, the Old Testament did not determine everything at that stage.

The Old Gate was simply a Buff family technique.

Doubles all user abilities.

Because of this, the user's own capabilities were also important.

The same is true of Zedekiah, but the Zedekiah of Judea and the Zedekiah of Randius were different.

When not opened, there was an enormous gap in the ability of the pure state.

The difference between multiplying 10 times 100 times 20 times 100.

The same was true of Judas in front of his eyes.

It was just a zeolite, but the diverging energy surpassed Judas himself, who had reached the zeolite.

[Generation! Wake up! Posterity!]

Velencia's voice shakes Juder's mind.

It was possible because she was also the inspector who touched the quarantine.

Although only the soul remained and became the Spirit, its strength did not disappear.

[Posterity!]

It worked.

In response to Bellencia's repeated cries, Juder was able to find himself. I forcibly changed my breathing.

I sweated like rain.

My back is cool and my neck is burning at the same time.

And I thought,

Who is Judas before your eyes?

Garius said it was the best prosecutor I could remember.

Memory.

Jude's own memory.

[Come on!]

Velencia left first.

Ascalon gives a glorious golden glow to the black man.

Fast and strong.

It was like a glow.

But the black man was a sensible man.

I read the sword of Velencia.

It was equally clear that there was a gap between those who had the body and those who did not.

It's windy.

I see a rough gust.

Sword of Wind.

It was founded by Earl Bael and has been going on for hundreds of years.

Juder could tell.

The Ultimate Sword of Wind was there.

The sword of true wind, which no one could reach, was spreading before their eyes.

[Argh!]

Velencia screams in agony.

It was not just an exchange of screenings.

The energy of the black man was so strong.

The darkness and life emanating from that soul were enough to destroy the surroundings just by touching them. Whenever the sword came, Velencia had to feel the burning pain of the soul.

“Argh!”

Judas shouted.

I gripped it and focused my mind. I have already forgotten that the fight now is a test. I rushed to the ground to avoid the snapshot waves.

Black thunderstorm.

Lightning struck.

Within the range of the black man, Juder enters and Velencia blows herself up again. He barely stopped the Dark Sword, which was descending into the realm, and he didn't miss the gap. I dug up Chalna and was blinded.

But it was read and written.

The black man swung his sword into the air as if he already knew all about it, and Judas was swept away by the blow as if he were being sucked.

It was doubtful whether Eudor himself threw himself at the sword.

Boom!

Judas, swept away by the screening, is slammed to the ground. Velencia hurriedly shouted and tried to protest against him, but it was a crowd. The black man moves. A black gust surrounds Ascalon roughly, and a black man's foot tramples on his sword. With its endless energy, it drives out the soul of Velencia itself.

[Argh!]

In the end, Velencia was forced to reap her will from Ascalon.

Strong.

Strong is too strong.

As long as Velencia herself has the body, it was a tremendous test to wonder if she could win.

But I couldn't help but admire it.

Living in a black man was real.

It was only useful to think that there would be no worst-case scenario with the test canal.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha. ”

Judas stumbles up and stands up.

The black man who completely killed Ascaron's spirit turned towards him.

Deep fatigue on a white face.

Dark green pupils like Abyss.

The wind blew again.

A storm broke out and swallowed up everything in the world.

[Posterity!]

I had to resist.

I had to confront the storm even if I became bald.

Judas bites his teeth. I faced a gust of wind. Resisted a desperately spilling screening.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The black inside was simple.

There was no such thing as finesse or deception.

But it was always in Juder's presence.

Judas couldn't avoid the Black Man's sword.

I was exposed to a black internal sword, as if it had caused a reversal.

It was not invincible because it was called Sword Origin.

Whenever the inspection came back, Judas' body was broken.

At least the power of the White Gate was not broken at once because of the young body.

Velencia felt restless.

If we go this way, defeat is not a matter of time, destruction is a matter of time.

One way or another, I had to protect Eudor.

I knew it was a herd, but I had to make a herd.

Sword Origin Form 2.

The last one that exists after the sealed sword and the first form of small gold.

Velencia exercised her power as a sword.

Sword Oryzin, of course, forcibly activated Form 2, knowing it was too much for Judas.

New Testament Day.

Truly united with the sword!

Boom!

The golden flash drives away the black energy.

No, it wasn't a moment.

The golden flame that flattered me consumed the darkness.

Sword of Velencia.

Examination of the Great Fairy that touched the horizon.

Her soul became one with Judas. It made Sword Origin stronger and sharper, while combining souls to create a more powerful soul.

Will Judas be able to handle the soul of Velencia?

Will imperfect unions not harm each other's souls?

It was not the time to consider it.

Velencia thought only of empowering Judas.

[Posterity!]

It was my last cry. I couldn't even make any more noise.

The black energy is pushed back like a slave to swallow the golden flame.

Crazy winds have rushed to break everything.

Judas lifts his head, feeling Velencia.

At the same time, I confronted the wind with the power of a fairy sword that is beautiful and kind and unmatched to be strong.

The sword crosses.

Do not be crushed by the Black Energy.

As Judas' soul accepted Velencia's soul, the golden flame rose with the energy of the Black Dragon, and the black flame blossomed beautifully in front of the black wind from which it was pushed.

But this was too much.

In any case, the total amount of energy was balanced, but there was a difference in competence.

In front of the sword with a quarry, Judas breaks a little.

But Juder didn't give up.

I literally focused in the pain of breaking my whole body. I didn't miss what I had to do.

Palace.

Calculation.

Garius said.

It's the best test I remember.

It's not imagination, it's memory.

Memory.

I know.

Judas himself knows the black man in front of his eyes.

Under the sleep of consciousness.

A memory that you can't usually look into by sinking in the depths.

Think about it.

Match it.

Remember to hold on.

I stabbed Cordelia in the chest.

I shared my last kiss with her who said I was sorry.

Maia is dead.

Vailun is on fire.

All the people my father loved, loved and cared for were gone.

“Because it's the best · · · number. ”

Lucas laughed.

I greeted death with a smiling face.

He fell in front of his sword.

Endless despair.

A world where there is nothing left to protect.

Nevertheless, fate must be fought.

I was forced to be the wind.

It was all I could do to drive him crazy.

The black man saw Juder.

Judas also saw the black man.

The black wind and black flame twirl into one.

Juder saw reality.

I thought of myself not to be imbued with the memory of the black man.

I remembered the most powerful anchor I could hold myself to.

‘Cordelia.’

Her smile.

Her warmth.

“Oooooo!”

Judas roars. He sympathizes with the memory of the black man. In doing so, I analyzed and understood the sword within the black man.

It was completely different from the sword geniuses like Velencia.

I didn't feel and understand with instinct like Cordelia.

Remember and calculate.

Calculates and understands the memories of a black man who is pushed like the sun.

I got a fever on my head.

At the same time, I began to jump as if my heart were going to burst.

I can see the sword.

I'll catch up with you one step late.

Very little, but I think I know why the black man's sword moves like that.

My body was hot.

I felt like my whole body was crumbling.

But Juder didn't stop.

Throwing up a hot breath, I hit the black man's sword.

I reproduced myself in memory.

The view from the black man's eyes.

I dared not even imagine.

But Juder succeeded in reproducing some of it.

Velencia pushes Juder's back, and the memory of the black man draws Juder's hand.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

It was not a unilateral blow.

The sword and the sword are engaged.

Juder's sword somehow catches up with the black man's sword.

It felt completely different from when you mixed Elun and the sword.

But they resembled each other in their essential parts.

An illusion that blooms even in pain.

Velencia vomited her breath without my knowledge.

She was the one who reached the quarantine, so she was forced to feel the excitement in the screening with a more black man.

But Juder wasn't drunk.

Instead of falling into silence, I constantly tried and calculated.

Boom!

Violent collision.

We pushed each other.

And at that moment, Juder understood.

There comes something incomparable to this.

The sword of true wind strikes, not just a swinging one.

Windmills.

It was clever with a quarry.

In front of the Blade Storm, which is despair itself, Juder thought.

It was a possible judgment because I continued to calculate without falling into a moodle.

‘Not with a sword of wind. ’

Now I could see.

The Wind Black, which defeated Elio, was due to the black man in front of his eyes.

So I couldn't face the black man with the sword of the same wind.

I had to spread another sword.

The first strike of the Wind Razor Charm, consisting of thirteen screenings, unfolds.

At that moment, Judas also spread out the strongest sword he could.

Black and white.

Velencia and Eudor's own sword.

A sword of annihilation made with Velencia, which Juder has acquired from Camael's Talisman Cross Sword and Randius' Old Solar Technique.

Crossed.

Whether it's coincidence or inevitability.

It also consisted of thirteen screenings.

There was a frontal collision between the blowtornado and the black caribou, and something unexpected happened.

[Posterity!]

Juder's black sword could not be the same as that of a black man.

I was chasing after him somehow, but the gap between the two was clear.

Judas breaks.

Whenever a screening crosses, Judas' soul is destroyed.

But Juder didn't stop.

I shook my hand and looked straight ahead.

He howls towards the black man and opens his eyes.

It is shaved, broken and destroyed.

But it doesn't stop.

Despite weakening, it narrows the gap every time one number is spread out!

Quaga River!

Twelfth Sword.

Last day leading up.

The light and wind of the blowtornado swallowed Judas.

At the same time, the black wings of the Black Sea Charm tore the wind.

Juder couldn't defeat the Black Man.

But the same was true of the Black House.

The last black man was offset and scattered, and Judas and the black man faced each other.

A little miracle that Juder caused.

The black man has the sword. I looked at Juder with a pale smile. I slowly closed my eyes full of sorrow and despair and melted into darkness.

“Jude!"

I heard a voice behind my back.

The darkness that was covering the world disappeared, and Cordelia was seen. I ran this way and hugged her.

“Ha, ha, ha. ”

Judas vomits a rough breath and pacifies Cordelia.

Then I lifted my head again.

The black guy disappeared.

His memory became as vivid as a midsummer nightmare.

But the little miracle that Juder caused didn't go away.

The path leading to the horizon.

The horizon of a sword that is completely visible in front of Judas himself, not beyond the back of a black man.

Juder looked at it.

I once again hugged Cordelia in the excitement of her heart bursting.

Chapter 114 Guardian # 3 End