Iron Blood Earl Riccianne

“As expected……. ”

Lycaen calmly opens his eyes and nods, recalling the conversation he had with Rothes. The evident malice buried in Rothes' greeting.

Lycaen mutters with a cold smile.

“Do I have to wander around the perimeter again? ”

The Muslims in the Middle East tend to worship a weapon called the Sword.

Whenever Zhang Yun Nam heard about Moorim, he wondered about it.

The sword is a lightweight, double-edged weapon compared to the degree. So it took a lot of time to practice.

I can only guess how difficult it is to learn the sword from the words "frequently drifting white jawspear", "hui-day", and "sword".

But why are there so many swordsmen and doorposts in Moorish? It wasn't serious, but it was a question that made me think about it every time I think about it. And one day I asked one of my men about it.

‘The shaman is trained to train his body and mind, to gain enlightenment, to achieve the ultimate. The main reason for mastering swords in the Moorish is because, very simply, it makes you realize that much. ’

The Moorish family or clan was often referred to as the and the military family was called the Sick Family, and the servant who answered came from Mooga.

And after hearing that, Zhang Yun could find the answer to a long-standing question.

‘Damn it……. ’

Weapons are made to kill people. As soon as you enter something like that because it is an epiphany and a self-reflection, the weapon is corrupted in nature.

That was Zhang Yun's idea.

Therefore, he rated the spear higher than any other weapon. A weapon that can do good enough by swinging or hitting with a long distance, and is relatively easy to learn or learn compared to others when it is possible to cut or stab due to its blade.

There is no weapon more effective than this spear in the army dominated by group warfare. Zhang Yun's real name was also the masquerading technique, an electricity-free electrician.

Next is Fig. Since you have heavy weight, you can produce destructive power with just a certain amount of force. It's harder than a spear, but easier to learn than a sword.

When fighting in a group war, the situation of the war is inevitable. It was the most effective weapon in the battle.

And that's where it ends. Zhang Yun's name was not very favorable about the sword. Since it is a double-edged weapon and is lightweight, if you do not train, you will be beaten by your own sword.

A weapon that has no use for battles or wars. That was the evaluation of Jang Yun's sword.

He was holding the sword now.

For the past ten days, it was the spear that made him sweat all day. I remember the soul, but it's a very strange weapon in Lycaen's body. That's why he trained the spear. There was also a sense of denial about the sword, but it was the best weapon in my life.

At first, he was in pretty serious danger. It was imprinted deep on the soul, but it was hard to use because it was too strange for this body.

Ten days. It was a short time, but Lycaen's spear was up to a decent level.

It was because Zhang Yun, who was wearing Lycaen's body, was so skilled at spearing, and because it was basically a body that practiced working without a job, even though it was a strange spear, it was quickly cooked in the body.

And for the first time since I thought the spear was perfectly cooked, I picked up my sword.

“Phew……. ”

I took a deep breath and slowly stubbed the memory in my head. Now there were two memories in his head. One was a memory of Lycaen's previous life, and the other was a memory of Zhang Yun's past life.

Among them, what Riccianne could naturally think of as her own was her former memory, Zhang Yun's memory. It was probably because it was a memory that the soul had.

But it wasn't that they couldn't remember her. But it's not entirely natural to think like yourself. It was like a book stuffed into a library. I don't think about it naturally, but if you open the book in the library, you can remember it.

In other words, it was the same process as finding and opening the book that Likayen wanted to remember.

The book that Lycaen now opened was a sword, not to mention two. Lycaen summoned the soul of the North Korean martial artist Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi, and he was a German shaman.

‘Blood... ’

Since his sword has killed so many people that the river is stained with blood, he named it "Beware."

Slowly squeeze your right hand with the sword. Then, Jingi, who was sitting on the ground, slowly rises up like a beast, and reaches out to the sword, riding the hilt of his right hand.

Saaaak!

It didn't sound real. However, Lycaen seemed to have heard the sound of cold weather spreading as soon as it seeped into the blade.

The sword moves. Slowly like a calm wave, it harnesses its heavy power and mocks the wind in a quiet place with nothing.

Slowly. Without the black in Lycaen's hand, you sweep through the air slowly. Even though it produces such a slow flow, the thick wind still flows on the sword and raises the heavy pressure.

"Grrrgh!"

Lycaen was embarrassed by the first time she had experienced it in her life. It was a light black weapon he knew. And in fact, it was light black in my hand.

Strangely, my shoulders are heavy. I feel my right arm's muscles are swollen and bursting. However, I moved my eyes to check that my arm is fine.

A very different sensation. No, it's more of a whimsical sensation than a different one. And yet, I'm amazed.

"This is the sword? ’

It was a weapon I had never held before in my life. However, when I caught him, the possibilities of a sword were endless. Isn't that one of the harmony that's happening in his hands right now?

Whoo-hoo! ’

I surrendered myself to the flow of the sword. A blade of blood left in Lycaen's memory, and a body that has already drawn it tens of millions of times. As soon as the two became one, the flow of Jingi flowing through my hands immediately accelerated.

It feels like my whole body is being sucked out at once. At the same time, a heavy corrosion erupted the surrounding air.

Paoaoaoaoang!

With a signal, Lycaen starts swinging his sword like a charm.

The sword is still slow. But the power of that slow sword is unimaginable.

I started to shortness of breath. My whole body was sweating like rain, and my whole body was swollen up tightly.

“Huff, huff! ”

The sound of labored breathing vomits from your mouth.

And then one moment.

Quadruple!

Your right foot falls to the ground. The repulsive force rising through the soles of the feet circles through the hands, riding on the back and shoulders through the legs.

The swirling repulsive force flows through the body with a sword in its beauty. The ferocious ascent of the Sword at the same time.

An outstretching blade pierces through a single point.

The last point of Lamha's blood fever consisting of twelve herbs.

“Taaaah!”

A loud shout came out of my mouth.

But in that moment.

“Shhhhh!”

Lycaen suddenly cries out, rolling the floor.

Chang!

The black in his hand already flew to the other side and rolled the floor, and Lycaen trembled all over like lightning.

“Grrrgh!"

Moaning that squeezes through your lips even if you try to endure it. Liquenne bites her lips and tries to calm the tightly twitching muscles.

“Well, that wasn't easy! ”

Lycaen, who was trembling for a long time, barely calmed down and muttered in an uneasy voice.

It was a collision between the soul and the body. The body remembers the sword beneath the blood, but his soul does not.

Today, he doesn't naturally recall the memories of his predecessor, but he has to recall them as if he were reading a book. Then, when he got drunk and reached out his sword, his soul remembered the method of marriage, not the sword under the blood, and at that moment, the sword under the blood that the body knew collided with the method of marriage, which the soul knew.

Tuk-tuk.

Lycaen shakes his head as he sweeps away the dirt from his body.

“If we're going to do this right, we're going to have to work hard. ”

It's hard to learn swordsmanship itself, but it's also an extremely difficult swordsmanship with blood on it. It helped a lot because Lycaen had already understood it, but it took him a long time to make it his own again.

“Phew! I'm afraid I can't help it. ”

The interest rate of North Korean martial artists is a target of admiration for all young men in the military. It was the same with Jungwon's name. I had the opportunity to learn how to use a sword at such an interest rate properly, but I couldn't use it immediately for other reasons, so I felt bad.

“Well, all it takes is time. ”

Just learn slowly. Anyway, the blood was his now. I just need some time. Until then, it would be a shame, but it would be better to focus on the method of marriage that can be used comfortably right away.

Of course, the fact that it can be used comfortably right away did not mean that the masquerade method was a low-level method of creative craftsmanship. The masquerade method was also a fairly famous spear in the sick district, and it was a dreadful creation method that was once recognized as a pair of walls in Moorish.

In fact, it was this method of marriage that Zhang Yun could climb from the bottle to the white tiger.

"Tsk, he didn't just make a fuss in Lycaon. ’

This situation reminds me of the practice of practicing swordplay while Lycaen was still alive. I blasphemed with it at the time, but now that I think about it, I'm really thankful.

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