Reincarnated Swordmaster

The Apostle?

I thought about all the circumstances, but I didn't think I'd make this offer. I was an apostle of God, and the look of dangling passed through my mind. And he said, hiding his difficulties.

"An apostle is one between man and God. I need strength, but every soul and body is subject to God when I have the power of an apostle."

Jeolluk replied as if it was natural.

[And so it will be. It's a reasonable price, not a powerful one.]

"That's a little... difficult..."

When I blurred my words, Dool, the personality of the Manchurian Temple around Jeollak ("31153;?) and mangroves (?? (39740;) flew around screaming.

[Asshole!!]

[How dare you mess with the King?!]

Kiei

[Tear him apart!!]

At the same time, the sound of crying to be processed spreads dynamically, with a huge pandemonium. It contains a powerful Qi, and I flinch. They may look like monstrous monsters, but they're as new as they look! If an all-out war came upon me that had been holding its power since ancient times, I would surely die. Therefore, the emperors are the ones who dominate the kingdom of heaven.

Then he shakes his hand, shaken by chaos before.

[Be quiet.]

The wrath of the Mangia Temple subsides. Jeolluk, who simply showed his majesty, crossed his arms and said.

[Don't do it if you don't want to. That's it.]

"......"

It was a strange thing. When I suggested it first, it was very awkward, but I felt very disadvantaged when I came out of the way. Maybe this misses the chance of a genius sunrise!

Even now, I was wondering if I should accept the offer to become an apostle of Jeollwook. Then Zegalsa, who was next to me, quickly called me back, and I hurriedly said to Jeolleuk,

"Jeolluk! It's too big an offer and I need a moment to think about it. May I speak with my colleagues next door?"

[Do it.]

I soon began to confront Jegalsa, Cheonwoojin. It was Cheonwoojin who brought it up first.

"There's nothing to think about. If it were up to me, I'd take it."

I stared at Cheonwoojin.

"You wanted to be a god, didn't you? It's against your belief to be an apostle."

"Dammit... is that the same as this? That's my problem. This is your problem. And being an apostle of the Three Kingdoms means that you are guaranteed immortality by yourself and possess a divine power that no human being can dream of. I've never heard of the emperor Oze who disdains even Samcheong because he's so arrogant that he directly urges mortals to become apostles."

"......"

"A mortal would trade his soul for an offer now."

Then Jegalsa said with a vague expression.

"Is it true?"

The gaze of me and Cheonwoojin turned to Jegalsa. Jegalsa said as she pondered.

"I think he's a reasonable man, too... but I think it's important what you think. Because it's probably a trap."

"A trap?"

"I can't help but overhear this conversation, but you know what I'm thinking and saying."

"......"

I nodded silently. Jegalsa said something vaguely because of Cheongwoojin, but she realized it immediately because she was sharing obsidian.

Legion of Lords!

In my past life, I have worked diligently to obtain the throne of infinite manpower, but it turns out that obtaining the throne itself was a trap. This time, it is not a trap to offer the Apostle Jeolluk the same. No, it's God's work, so it might add up.

Causality... Causality...

I sat still and thought. When I didn't know what the apostle was, the first word I thought of was causality. It is because we know that the only law to be obeyed by divine beings with absolute power was Causality, and that being an apostle is bound by Causality.

However, it is not uncommon to have the opportunity to become an apostle of the Emperor. Now Jeolluk likes me very much and wants to become an apostle, but I don't know how many opportunities there will be in the future. In the future, it was very likely that even if I proposed it from my side, he would still be able to express his colors.

Maybe my gut can help you with something.

I was thinking about flashing my gut, but soon I realized it was a waste of time. That kind of intuition doesn't come out on my own. However, it was a time when I felt urgent because I could not keep him waiting for a thousand years.

'Oh, yes! I have to make sure that my goal in this life comes first!'

So far, the basic policy has been to stay alive with as many fireworks as possible, and then at the end of the day, use heavy overlap to gain maximum benefits and kill yourself. If you choose to become an apostle, you should consider how much more beneficial you will be than this policy.

What good is it to be an apostle?

I said it over and over again.

"I'll take it."

"Are you serious?"

"I think I can figure something out with this gamble."

Cheonwoojin looked at me with a look of what nonsense he was talking, but Jegalsa immediately noticed. It's a metaphor for my thoughts in the word "gambling." Then he smiled.

"Heh heh. Gambling is gambling. There may be a reason for that at this point..."

"We should try it sometime, right?"

"Whatever you want. The decision is yours."

"Got it."

I shouted to Jeoll-ok, who was soon waiting.

"Jeollwook! I will be your apostle!"

Earlier, he said as if he had waited.

[Good. I will make you my apostle, Jeollwook.]

As I reached out my hand, a dark energy flew out of my hand and hit my chest. After a while, the energy reached my heart and began to spread throughout my body, and I felt an incredible amount of clarity sweeping through my body. The blood vessels seemed to be flowing with ice but there was no pain, and a pleasant sensation stimulated the peripheral nerves as well.

"......!!"

Soon after the Dark Energy became thirsty for me, Jeolluk said.

[Now that you are my apostle, you do not need to perform a service ceremony to liberate the anger separately. I'll grant you a seventh degree of ownership by my authority.]

What the hell?!

I fell at my knees and bowed down to him.

"Thank you!"

[There are conditions instead.]

"What is it?"

[I'll give you 10 years...]

I felt an unpleasantness on my face for a moment. Although the previous body was made of chaos itself and I couldn't possibly recognize the expression, it seemed to be because of the relationship between him and the apostle.

[Find yourself or the incarnate and bring him to me.]

"Chang Hill... are you referring to Chang Hill?"

[Yes. You seem to know a lot about the ancient times and have wide feet, so you can find them.]

"......"

You've been assigned an unexpected mission.

"Find Chang Hill"? '

I was supposed to find him someday, but when I heard the order to find him, I felt vague.

Chang Heel is a direct descendant of the Emperor and used to exert great power in the Eun Nation era!

Finding the one who invented the Korean word and the one who devised the current ritual of charity made me feel very difficult. Maybe it's hard enough to do anything other than find Chang Heel.

But I was prepared. I nodded.

"Yes, I will do it."

[Then this concludes the service ceremony...]

Phew.

Oze Jeollyuk disappeared with the Manchurian Temple. Then came Zegalsa, who was beside me.

"Sounds like fun work."

"Can I find Chang Heel?"

"I don't know. I guess you've been living tall since you told us all about the Beacon Ceremony and the secret of the Emperor Ooze. It's great to show off your knowledge in vain."

"......"

You're making fun of him!

I announced, collecting every flag from Cheonwoojin's altar.

"It's clear that what you're about to do is something that no one has ever done in history."

"Well..."

"Looking for Chang Heel... Puhu. Maybe we should find needles in the desert."

When he saw Choon Woo-jin making a mockery, it meant that it was hard enough for him to see a mockery. I was dumbfounded and asked Jegalsa.

"If I don't find it, will I die?"

Jegalsa giggled.

"Hah. You're lucky to be dead? Being sired by the relationship between God and the Apostle means that I can torture you for all eternity for failing your mission."

"Knng... I hope so."

"But that includes gambling. Don't even think about it, you know what you've done."

"Got it."

Yes, it is.

This is gambling!

The content of gambling was, 'Can God keep my soul from transferring?' Despite being attacked by the dominant of the jungle, there is already a symptom at the time of his previous life. However, because there was no confirmation, I had to gamble like this to find out.

If you fail this mission and your previous abilities are triggered, that means a lot. If you are tormented and tortured forever because of your unfortunate predicament, that is also a problem, but it is a gamble that you have tried because you are confident.

I saw Jeollak's disappearance at that time, and the swordsmanship and zero-blade that were standing outside the law came this way. The sword cried out.

"A hundred. Are you all right?"

"Yes!"

I explained to them after a while what had happened. The gumma was easily convinced because she knew what was going on before and after the obsidian, but the gummy bears were always dazed and disoriented.

Peekiah cries out, "The swordsman without a sword is a madman."

"What nonsense is this?! Where is Cao Cao Cao and the Apostle of God? Have you gone mad as a group?"

"......"

I was confused to be a reaction to a nonbiopsy, but I thought it might be possible. The vast majority of the middlemen thought that even the fresh ones were empty, rather than Samsung Oze. It was natural to think that the fundamental tendency of the middle cause was extreme realism and selfish.

Then Jegalsa smiled and said.

"Huh-huh-huh. No sword. If you don't believe me, why don't you test the power of the Hundred, who became an apostle of God?"

"What?"

"You would have guessed the Hundred Hundred. If we can see for ourselves how much stronger the Hundred Hundred Hundreds are than we thought, maybe we can trust our story."

"......"

The swordsman glanced at me with fierce eyes for a moment and rebuked me.

"Great! Let's do a massage, then."

Shortly after, I encountered the zebra sword three lengths away, and the matchmakers began watching from afar. I was a little vague as to why I had to fight a lawless sword, but I was able to convince myself that Jegalsa had guessed my mind.

[The most appropriate opponent to measure how strong you've become as an apostle. It was a tough one, wasn't it? If you fight a sword without a sword, you will be able to assess how much strength you gain as an apostle.]

You're right.

"I'm ready."

I fixed my mind to do my best to deal with a zero-blade sword and turned my sword to him. The zero-blade looked at my posture and twitched his eyebrows.

"What is it? Mixed seafood."

"Yes..."

I knew it at first glance, but a non-sword is a superhero.

I muttered to myself. Currently, my shamanism is a fundamental pile of cerebral neophytes, but in the meantime, I have been busy learning about shamanism and eclipse. Even the chaos of the specimens arose at that time, but it was only a matter of time before she was stopped by Dong Been's slow sword method.

Nevertheless, knowing my martial arts disposition was not something that a master could do. A sword that can be swarmed around the entire Southern Palace by itself is not lacking to be called a former master.

'If we fight with all our might, we will know what the power of the apostle is.'

I stared at each other for a moment. And no one had to leave the sword first.

Ka 'ang!

"Grrrgh!"

A clear sound echoes through the blade. At the same time, the zero-blade flew backwards, turning twice and a half. I considered the difference in the air in the impact of one second, and even the so-called sword under the whole world could not bear my air. I should praise the notorious godlessness of a zero-blade sword for surviving with a mixture of light and will without breaking it.

Whether he realized it or not, the shampoo-free sword shed a tear.

"Ugh... What a dreadful internal air..."

But I wasn't very satisfied. Because this was something I could have done without doing anything, and I couldn't call it my ability to be an apostle. So I shouted loudly and attacked the zero-figure sword.

"Let's fight!"

"Coming!"

Kaga River!

Ka River!

The zero-blade sword began to launch a zero-blade machine that could kill enemies without the need for a sword, and I used his zero-blade membrane in succession against the perfect airborne harmony. A sword that emits brainstorms draws dozens of swords and tears a frozen membrane from the outskirts.

Normally, it would be normal to see a big mess in a no-man 's-land sword. However, I had received the immortal hybrid sword from the sword and had trained with the sword for a long time, so I could easily understand the falsehood of the immutable theft. The frozen swordsman who fought with me for fifty seconds changed his face to look bad if he realized that.

"Son of a bitch... you know nothing about independence!"

"I know, but I don't want to ruin it. Isn't that enough?"

"You're a good talker!"

Schiscan

As the sword was scattered, the body of the zero-sum was flying in a three-page range at an incredible speed. Ordinary people will not be able to watch this fight properly. Another fifty seconds later, unequal discipline appeared, not because my sword level was equal to that of a non-frozen sword.

The Feast of Three Days!

I knew that if I fought as a pure Necromancer, I would have to be pushed into a non-immortal machete. An encephalomyotomy is the best swordsmanship against the Tropical Moon wave. Nevertheless, since my hardness and lightning are not deep enough to sublimate the benefits of a Necropsy, my choice was to draw the strike of a zero-blade sword into the Third Day with minimal countermeasures.

As a result, I was not able to strike properly, but neither was a zero-blade sword that was successful against me. Fighting like this is usually more disadvantageous because my side is counting, but the difference in aerodynamics created a tight sphere to fill that disadvantage. The lawless sword began to practice herbal herbs in a calm and multidirectional manner, as if he had realized it or was trying to do something.

Then the no-zero sword flashed for a moment.

"Take this, too!"

A whining, zero-bladed sword suddenly drops its sword from your hand. At that moment, I sensed that his dedication feasts were about to fly and focused my mind and put my spirit into defense. Then I could feel one of the winning swords fly through the crack of a short moment.

Ka 'ang!

I plucked out the sword with the sword, but at the same time I realized that my back was being cut off by a secret blender. It was so covert and powerful that I could hardly breathe for a moment. I hurriedly cast the obituary and pulled myself back.

Ugh, no... it's too late! '

I'm hit!

Tsk.

I was engraved on my belly to make it impossible to avoid the blender completely. After a thin line appears, the turbulent lineage begins to appear empty. After a few moments, I sensed the pain of the entire body being egged as my intestines were cut out simultaneously.

I was surprised when I shouted that I was embarrassed by the nonswordsmanship.

"Y-you okay?! I've done my best..."

"Ugh..."

"I couldn't help but notice a ripple in your evasion."

The swordsman said as if to excuse. As soon as I heard the answer, I realized why I was beaten by the sword.

"You dug a hole in my breath...!!" '

Even if I can use the Three Days in practice, it is not perfect. As a swordsmith, I noticed that there was a flaw in my pedestal season, and I struck a blow through the gaps in my breathing that I didn't realize.

I'm going to die! '

I knelt on my hands and knees in horror, trying to stop the viscera from emptying out of my stomach. A fatal wound like this could not be easily healed, but it might save its life somehow. It was a moment when I felt that way and held my teeth tightly to endure the pain.

"......"

Doesn't it spill?

Obviously there was a sword and the will of a zero-blade saber in the blender, so I can't survive on my own self-defense machine. Normally, the entire intestine should burst and be cut off, and the intestines will spill out with the belly skin. However, I noticed that only the cut marks remained and not so shocked.

I swiped my top while touching the boat with a suspicious thought.

Then I was surprised by the nonsword.

"Huff! What?!"

The reason why the swordsman was surprised was simple.

The horror that has long cut my stomach is that only solid lines remained and there was very little blood left! This clearly means that the de-snipting machine could only inflict blood wounds on me, so it would not make sense for the hard-working non-frozen swordsman.

Then the black horse, who was watching from behind, screams.

"Oh, my God... That's...!!"

I stood up and shouted to the sword.

"Do you know what this is?"

"......"

Later, she gave me a ridiculous voice and showed me what my abilities as an apostle were.

"It seems you... have become a gilded lump..."