Reincarnated Swordmaster

I started collecting the treasures I could, as Zegalsa said. It was only a matter of time before I could gather the rest, since I had my basic scribe and light. I went straight to the underground cave with Zegalsa first, and this time I fought with the beast of the moon with the training of the Third Day.

Kuwoo...

The giant moon beast faints, sighing. When I went into the cave and took the armor, the Nine Palace, and the twin swords, Jegalsa who was with me said,

"Let me see. That's what I'm here for."

Zegalsa examined the dead beast of the moon for a long time. And he said,

"This should do it."

"Useful? In what way?"

"None of the Moon Beasts are this big. Usually they're about eight, but this guy's at least five times bigger than that. That means he's got a lot of magic in him."

Obviously, Madosada knows about the xenophiles. I looked at the beast of the moon with my sparse eyes.

"Is that why you were able to harness such a powerful power?"

In the middle of a struggle, this one fired a major wave of fire. Of course, Zegalsa, who was watching from behind, was also hit by a massacre, but he was okay with defending himself in advance if he was familiar with the art of magic. When Jegar tried to cut the skin of the beast that was squirming with a dagger, she couldn't cut it because of the slimy mucus.

"Hmm... It's not going to work like this. Can you use the mason to peel off his skin?"

I'm tired of looking at the enormous size of the beast on the moon.

"Ugh... Take off all this huge skin!"

"You can collect this hide and make magic tools or use it as an equation for [Old Master]. They're good at making weapons and armor, too. Burn the meat because it contains no meat."

"Got it."

I can't help but notice the time is running out and I'm starting to peel the beast. When I cast the sword, it was cut off like tofu, but it took a long time because it was so big. I was able to peel off all the hides of the beast on the moon as a result of my death for two seconds.

And when I put the peeled shell on one side, it was the size of a house. Zegalsa grins.

"Hehe. Put it in your collar first. I can use it later."

"Very well, then. Let's get this group of Yellow Bride in their armor..."

"Wait. I need to see that, too."

"What?"

"Something bothers me."

I went up to the enclosure where the group was trapped with Zegalsa and rescued them one by one. Jegalsa looked at the beings who were transformed like monsters of the anti-vanguard and said,

"It's a blessing of mimicry."

It reminds me of the [Psychic Blessing] that the scouts used to call their curse when they first succeeded in the rescue mission. Perhaps the Jegalsa followed me to revisit it because she had read my memory at that time. I remembered what the scout explained before.

[Cursed by humans, but that spell is clearly a blessing of a copycat. Like all things [Old Being], mimicry does not increase its own spine. Every single one of them is not as powerful as the mortals. If we transform completely into the progeny of imitation, we will be guaranteed eternal life and have excellent spiritual skills. The pagans are so frustrated that they are not blessed.]

Cursed by Humans, but blessed by the Izoku.

Recalling that, I felt something strange and asked Jegalsa.

"Jegalsa, isn't there something wrong?"

"What?"

"My memory tells me that if you transform into the progeny of mimicry with the blessing of mimicry, you will have an excellent skill at immortality, which is just cursed to death."

As a matter of fact, the victims, who have been transformed by the blessing of their imitations, can't move on their own. They're just writhing like worms. I can't even imagine such a powerful power in that form because I heard a strange and terrible sound. Jegalsa stroked the one who was blessed with the copycat.

"Hey, check it out. They're divided among themselves."

"......?"

"A weakling like humans cannot withstand the blessing of such a powerful god. So nine out of ten just die or rot to the lower extremities... but you see all these black guys here?"

Certainly. Unlike the other victims, there are those with dark colors. When I looked closely, Zegalsa gripped his tentacle and laughed.

"These guys survived the blessing. They must have been physically and mentally strong or had extraordinary talents. A few years later, though I do not know, I will become a metaphor and regenerate as a race of mimics."

When I realized what that meant, I became a bad face.

"Are you saying you're going to be an elite?"

"Yes. The man who has prisoners in this brig must have done some kind of experiment." It must have been regarded as a hatchery for the creation of the elite by their command. "

".......!!"

I thought about it for a while and then I got back to it.

"Zhuge Zhuge Yu Dragon!"

"Of course you are. You're a terrible hobby, too."

"Well... but what does that mean now? I'll hatch as a race of mimics. Do I have to kill you?"

When I questioned him, the magistrate shook his head.

"That's not it. I've done all these experiments, so I'll just take the results from here."

"Hatching the offspring of a copycat?"

"Yes. Build a squad of estramorwn following your orders..."

"......"

I thought about it, and then I reacted.

"How strong is the heir to the impersonation?"

"Very strong. There's a huge gap between us."

"Hmm."

"Well, if I'm going to explain it to one of you who doesn't know much about Mado, I'm going to have to use an easy metaphor."

Zegar smiled later and painted the shape of the triangle on the ground with a branch. Then he painted gold on the bottom big side and said,

"In terms of race distribution throughout the world, the lowest food chain is comprised of animals and microbes that are inferior to humans. Then there's the humans."

G.I.

Jegalsa painted one more gold and wrote the word on its side. I changed my face badly.

"I barely escaped the lowest level... How low can a human be!" "

Jegalsa has lodged a lawsuit.

"Humans were originally subspecies created by [Old Being] as food and pets. Besides, the technological advancements are so minimal, they can't even get off the planet. The human body is weak.Even the spirits and magic that are born there... Humans are weak and reckless. Everyone's favorite, let's say I'm born with steam."

"......"

"There are many more powerful heretics than humans. Even the Night Guns and Ghouls are stronger than Humans. And then there's the beast of the moon or the snake man you just knocked down."

G.I.

Zegalsa, who carved gold, pointed to the side just below the top floor.

"Right around this point, we begin to call them the High Septon, which includes the [Great Race] and the [Descendants of Psychology]. They are considered to be powerful among tens of millions of heretics. Basically, it has science and magic that transcends humans lightly, and it can unlock planets and galaxies."

"Who's on the top floor of the triangle?"

"You don't know? Of course it's the old boss."

"I see."

After roughly explaining it, Zegalsa placed the tentacles of the victim.

"If you use them well, you can also create a high-ranking militia just for you. What do you think?"

"I don't want to."

"The higher-ups differ greatly from the humans themselves, so the myths will have tremendous superpowers and magic to learn a little."

The seagull seems to want to persuade me, but I shake my head resolutely.

"They're people. We can't use them as weapons of war! What I want to know is not how to make them monsters, but how to turn them back into humans."

"Khh... I'm missing another opportunity. Well, I knew you were."

Zegar, who was moaning, stood up.

"If that's the way the scout offered it. I don't think there's any other way."

"I see."

"If it's a really good way, you can defeat the mimic (20982; ), the source of the magic tricks. Khh."

That's impossible right now. But I won't give up!

I asked the Jegalsa, always willing to defeat the impersonator.

"Jegalsa. What is a copycat?"

"[Old ruler]."

"It's not like that. He is the one who will destroy Humans by raising Le Rue among his rulers.So he is a particularly powerful [old ruler]?"

"Hoho, I think it was taken roughly, but it's the right answer."

Zegalsa sat nearby and said.

"His being... I know that he was able to move freely from one world to another through the sky. It wasn't just the maestros crossing dimensions, it was the vast bends in the universe that allowed them to travel through absolute time and space."

"......"

"It is also considered that the offspring of the estranged Yog Sotos, the grandson of the sister, is an immediate part of chaos, and is the closest thing to being an exotic [former ruler]. There must be something incredibly powerful."

I said it because I was annoyed.

"Why stand up and destroy the humans if he wants to stay at sea?" "

"If ants built an ant nest nearby while you were sleeping, is there a reason to destroy it? Wouldn't they destroy it if they were unpleasant?"

"Ugh..."

"Something like that. Humans are like dust to the gods."

I shake my head.

"We move if we have nothing else to do."

"Whatever."

Pa 'at

Next, I went to the place where the Blood Clots were and started killing them all. When I wiped out the bloodlines, Jegalsa said,

"Why don't you save a few from now on? Use it for human sacrifice."

"Better to just kill him. It's more annoying to care about."

I started rescuing the hostages as I grabbed the blood group's treasure. And as soon as the blood cult was done, the Southern Palace moved closer.

I'm a little hesitant this time. I'm not sure if there's a Sword King's Manor now, since the last time I went around looking for treasure isn't a good time. Last time the bomb went through, it worked because everything was fortunate and surprising. When I thought about it, Jegalsa said.

"What are you thinking about? Just go. A palace name is nothing compared to what you have to deal with. Why waste your time and heart on this guy? You don't have to get rid of him."

"It's easy to say, but if you leave Nam Palace and Nam Gong-hwan alone, the victims will continue to occur."

"It's none of your business..."

Zegalsa, who was grumbling, said.

"Let it go, let it go. There's more important things left to do now, so it's not too late to deal with them and kill them. If things get tough, save the women."

"Sure."

Pa 'at

I rescued the women from the Southern Imperial Palace and put the Anonymous Sacrifice in my collar. Afterwards, I got everything I could from the ruins of demand and went to the Crucible Gardens of the Prussians to pick up a few Crucibles. Then I got the Three Kingdoms Gate of the Common Mountain, and finally I got the Silver Beacon Piece of Tai Gyeong-chon.

It looks like we're done with this. I committed a series of acts and did not deliberately bring the quartz fee. It's because I didn't want to touch the Imperial Palace for nothing. Instead, I looked at Zegalsa with fresh eyes.

"I thought you were going to get rid of my butler in the Imperial Court, but you don't ask me to."

"Why would you blow up Yin Yang Cheon Goo? With Yin Yang Cheong-go planted, I can share his five senses whenever I want. Of course, I can't read memories or control them."

"What!"

Is there such a function?!

According to this, it was obvious that Yingcheon was also as lonely as Bopae, and it looked like a divorce law. It was great that all the information I could see and hear was conveyed through my senses, just because I couldn't control it. And Zegalsa, who put such ferocious solitude into her nephew, was a madman.

Jegalsa said.

"So let's organize and do the mathematics. This time there must be a way."

I gave Mangwei the inside gate and the inside language to prepare for the skies. Then he persuaded Choi Woo-jin to start the ritual, and the Taeherjeon was summoned.

Gooooo

I started with the Taihao Empire and slowly began to turn. And this time, it was past the second, Seo Wang-mo's turn, that the third ship arrived.

"I want your blessing!"

He said as if it were a surprise.

[Hmmm... then I will give you the Book of Tranquility.]

The third is the Namhwa line, where I fought the monks in my 19th life!

When the Namhwa Line tried to take out the Juju Island Peace Journal and give it to me, I shook my hands firmly.

"No. That's not the blessing I want from you."

[Um...?]

I said softly.

"It's not a book of pacifists, it wants pacifism itself. Give me the art of pacifism in exchange for a skillful ceremony."