Reincarnated Swordmaster

Fangjo.

Longest living thing in the world!

With the exception of his true personality, there were no longer any longevity in the Middle East. He was the son of Oze Jeongwook of the Three Kingdoms and lived for 800 years from the Joseon Dynasty to the beginning of the state. The problem was I thought he was dead forever, but it turned out he was alive.

I still remember how ridiculous it was. When the Namhwa route was unhappy when he was blessed with the past, Pangjo appeared and asked to be summoned except the Namhwa line.

[I am Pangjo... I am still alive, so I cannot bless you. I'll take my turn.]

You're alive? Isn't Pangjo from the Joseon era?!]

[I'm still alive. What am I supposed to do...]

[......]

Yes, the Fangjo has already lived for 3,000 years. The bulge that had the stomach of the Great Raw Fresh but still maintained its lifespan as a living creature was completely ridiculous. It was impossible to keep the body that way, not the spirit.

I was reminded of the Fangjo and asked the national Seabird Spirit.

"Is this for real? Fangjo knows about the attack on Chang Hill?"

[Definitely search results.]

"Great. So where do we find the Fang?"

[Please wait...]

Pa 'at

Soon, the field of view shifted and an exotic landscape appeared. I opened my eyes because I couldn't believe it.

A steel beast with a rattling, strange sound and smoke rushes on the wheels. When I saw the blackouts, I was even afraid. Colored people were riding around the beast, putting a black mass of it somewhere. A long time later, I came to my senses that it was not an animal, but a kind of machine.

Not only that, there was a massive circular structure in the sky with a big wind blowing and people were riding on it. As my vision shifted to a foreign city, my surprise became more profound, and I felt like I was riding on a large pillar and my brain power was shifting and people were harnessing the power of lightning. And the colored people with guns stood at the edge, as if they were guarding the city's security, and the appearance of the guns was quite different from that in the middle school.

Turbulence

And a four-wheeled piece of iron was moving along a bumpy road in the city. I could tell where this place was by looking at the sights of this strange city.

"This is... West?"

[Yes, proceed to the Governor of the British Empire, where the target is located.]

Chuuuk

His gaze disappears. And the vision of the colorful building with the colorful people in noble outfits continued to sink into the darkness underground for a long time. When his vision was revealed again, I saw strange people standing between the vast ruins, dressed in thick clothes. They seemed to be dressed in a ritualistic outfit that was clearly different from that of the outside world.

The gangsters seem to be chanting something in the ruins. Then one of the gangsters flinches and shakes his hand. It was clearly an ancient slang.

"Who uses the National Seal? Arrogant..."

Pa 'at

The field of view ended there. The spirit of the entire Seal came back to me.

[Sorry, a halt order has been issued for the subordinate manager class and will stop browsing.]

"......"

[Try setting permissions again to redirect.]

I could tell right away.

'That freak just snapped.'

I don't know why, but it appears that the Fangjo has now crossed west into the basement of the chancellor of the British Empire. It seemed like a second-world alcoholic place. It was a big accomplishment just by figuring out why the Fangjo was there. I asked the Spirit.

"What about provisioning?"

[Please certify that you have a better authority than a sub-manager...]

It was then.

The spirit suddenly twists, radiating light and explodes.

Perfeng

"......!!"

I dodged back in shock, but I was not harmed by the welcome. The spirit regenerated in the air momentarily and told me.

[Sub-manager has asked me to temporarily close my visual skills. We appreciate your understanding.]

"What?!"

Just in case, I tried to get the vision up and running again. However, the spirit was just floating quietly, rather than raising the eye of the exhibition with a silent answer. Jegalsa, who was watching the scene next to her, said.

"Apparently, the Fangjo was the second manager of the entire Jade Bird. He hit the fighter and shut down the search for the entire Seal. So you can't find yourself anymore."

"How could you do that? The entire Seal was made in the time of the Apocalypse when salt was summoned. How can you be so..."

"Have you forgotten the origin of the Pangjo? He is the son of Jeonwook, Samsung. He was born with great power from birth. He's God's direct descendant. It wouldn't have been enough to talk to Soho Mountain and gain the power of the entire Seal."

"......"

I pondered and said:

"Then it must mean that Chang Hill and Fangjo were together when he made the entire Seal."

"Exactly. I don't know if it was the main body, the incarnate, or the disguise, but they were heavily involved in the entire Seal."

Suddenly, Jegalsa chuckled.

"You're in trouble, by the way. There were so many things to use the exhibition eye, but the Fangzo caught me and shut me down."

"Ugh."

I was annoyed. Just in case, I felt like the difficulty of the mission to find Chang Heel was going crazy.

"So we have to go to the West Coast Empire and find Fangtho and find Chang Hill's whereabouts from him?" Really? "

"I don't know. If I was a big shot, I'd have hidden the trail by now. A few times harder."

"Damn it!!"

I had a hunch. I can't find Chang Hill's trail in ten years! We found the only clue, Fangjo, but if he's reclusive, he's not even a Earthling. When I was greatly embarrassed, Jegalsa said.

"Hung Wung, are you good at running? First and foremost, we get a clue from the British Empire."

In that question, I felt the dawn of an impending struggle. I thought I might.

"Don't tell me... to... run to the West?" "

Zegalsa grins.

"Khh. You've been running all over town, considering, going to the Arabian Empire, going through Mongolian meadows, and now you're a Westerner? It's a good opportunity to go on a trip and go to the West station."

"......"

I meant it! I really wanted to jump to the west. I didn't feel much pressure because I ran for a long time, but I sat down and thought, Then I asked the Jegalsa.

"Jegalsa. It's all good. How far is it to the British Empire and where is it?" Did you know that? "

"I know the drill."

Zegalsa enters the inner room and takes out an old parchment and spreads it out.

"This is a map of the world created with Mado knowledge. It's a rare tool."

"Oh..."

"The middleman is here, and the British Empire is here."

I felt momentarily distracted, comparing the position of the Central and British Empires that Zegalsa had placed on me. Because it was a huge, huge street! I felt my head spinning because it was a long way across the giant continent and across the continent to the island country. At this distance, it was definitely farther than running through Mongolian meadows to get to Arasa. Plus, my head aches when I'm in the desert.

Damn it... it's too far...

When I lost my words, Jegalsa smiled bloody.

"It won't take longer than I thought. Because you've already been to Moscow or Astana. From there, if you travel in a good direction, you can arrive at the British Empire in 10 days. Because you're so fast in the new law."

"Hmm... I see..."

"I'll give you a superhero, a map and a compass, so put it in your collar and take it. I'll use divorce laws to teach you how to read and compass."

"Thank you."

I wanted to leave right away because I told you to get rid of the horn. Ten years seemed like a long time, but it was a very busy time to find a existence like Chang Heel. I wanted to save some time. I tried to leave immediately, but suddenly I thought about it.

"Wait... you can ask the prophet to send it to the British Empire or to send it to a nearby library." "

Jegalsa answered bluntly.

"Do you think the prophet is doing something for free? Each request costs money. Save what you can."

"I see..."

"And if you run yourself, there will be more options for you to boil later, so just run."

After a few moments, I received the item from the Jegalsa, flashed a flashlight and headed straight for Moscow. Running from Moscow to the British Empire was a considerable distance, but soon I started seeing the compass first. After finding a clear southwest direction through the compass, I started running.

Tadadada

The internal air is rotten anyway, so I didn't have to worry about tiring or slowing down on the way. I kept running in one direction so that my eyebrows could fly, and soon after I realized that the distance that I had run had easily surpassed 200 leagues.

'From Moscow to the British Empire, we'll have to run like crazy for about seven thousand li...'

I could see various cities and landscapes in the west while I was running. Not everyone was as big and flourishing as the British Empire, and many rural villages and rural areas were visible. And I didn't feel like such a place had developed much technology compared to the middle schoolers.

But how long did he run? As I ran roughly ten watches, I slowly started to see the progress of the station. There were some who looked like knights, but most of the soldiers were using guns, and there were steel vehicles everywhere. Furthermore, he seemed quite adept at artificially using gunpowder everywhere.

The number of soldiers was not much compared to the Great People's Empire, and it was rather small, but when they saw the guns they were holding, they were sobbing.

"We can't fight spearmen or swordsmen because of our range... We can only slaughter mounted soldiers." We have to use the cannons. '

If the distance between the two before and after the launch is long like a shotgun, we can somehow win with strategic tactics. However, the guns used by Western soldiers were significantly more advanced than the shotgun. I don't know, but I'm pretty sure it's less than half the time to load a Matchlock. If so, it would have been destroyed by bullets before the common armored soldier charged at it.

Of course, those soldiers were not a great threat to the best in the jungle. It's because you just have to stir it up with a new way of making it hard for the gunmen to target and get rid of them. Especially the elites who were about as good as the receivers of the Hungarian Church were able to block it with a large cannon self-reinforcement.

However, the problem was the speed of development. What other cutting-edge weapons will these magnificent developers deliver in the next few decades? Maybe there's even a powerful weapon that can hold even the most powerful water source. Thinking about such things, all I could think about was that the future of the congressman was opaque.

After running all day and all night, I felt pretty much like I was camping on an unpopular mountain. I took the superhero out of my collar, and the Jegalsa mandated divorce. Jegalsa said.

"Do you think you're here a lot?"

"It's not as far as I thought. We can be there in three days."

"Heheheh. All sorts of things are possible with so many internal affairs."

"......"

"I have something to ask you."

I asked Jegalsa.

"Jegalsa. How has the West gotten so far? Guns, steel wagons, airships... I've never heard of anything like this in the Middle East."

"It is eroded by Mado rather than progress."

"In Mado?"

Zegalsa replied, turning the fire upside down with the girl's body as if it was nothing.

"This western continent is not protected by the power of the emperor Oze. Of course, [Old Master] is much more powerful. Therefore, the pagans can easily interfere with humans, the appearance of the archaeologist is high, and the knowledge of the two worlds they accept is much denser than the middle schools."

I quickly realized what Jegalsa had said.

"This technology was not developed by man, but by [former ruler] through Madosa?"

"Sort of. Of course, it was founded with human wisdom, but the foundation is the knowledge of foreigners."

Zegalsa smiled coldly.

"100k. You will encounter more heretics than ever here in the West."