Reincarnated Swordmaster

He is clearly a Bishop. His name reminds me of a monologue, and a curiously polite tone. I remember that he was actually quite old, but he was barely old enough to know the effects of mastering powerful hydrocephalus aviation.

But what I saw in front of my eyes was a pair of peculiar looks I'd never seen before. You really think that's the Little Bishop?

When I was trying to accept reality in my head, the self-proclaimed 'Bishop' monologue said.

"W-wait... wait..."

The thing that was muttering in her snoring voice seemed to be coughing, and all of a sudden the only part of her neck was an adult.

It transformed into a human being.

Can he transform himself? '

A moment later, I heard the voice of the socialist I knew.

"Thank you very much. I was going to come visit you soon."

"... the Vailian monk died here. You're the bishop?"

"He was my father..."

Glug-ug

"......!!"

The monologue wiggles its wrinkly fingers, pointing to the corpse of the Baptist, and suddenly it weathers away. It suddenly turned to dust and sand and settled down, and even the shape disappeared. It seemed to have changed because of gluteal force, but it wasn't.

I could sense if it was because of the power of the apostle that existed in me. I felt that it was because of the immense 'time' that had passed in an instant.

What is it?

The monologue continued.

"He'll be comfortable now. I am fortunate that he has bound me to the fate of his destruction. And since I became the head of the Swiss after him, you should talk to me."

Destruction Bound...?

I felt an unusual sensation in the words.

'Luckily for us, he's trying to talk without attacking us...'

I felt I had to get as much information out of this situation as possible. I could have died here, but at least I had to figure out why that 'self-proclaimed bishop' did what he did. I carefully selected the words in my head and said,

"What happened to the Senate and the Reception Masters here?"

"I went back in time."

You mean killed.

'No, it's not important.'

I would have killed those who stood in my way. There was no limit to digging, and I quickly moved on to a more important question because I was concerned that the other person would bother with my questions.

"I can feel that you are enormous. How did you acquire such power?"

"......"

His wrinkly face turned toward me. At that moment, I could see the unimaginable frenzy engraved into my brain in those radiant eyes. I felt like my body was going to burst as my head fluttered.

So evil and so evil.

Infinite madness that continues from the age of mystery.

The despair of malice pouring down from the constellation.

I felt a distorted illusion, and it all stuck with me.

"What the... what the hell!! '

It's just a funny, bizarre look in an objective way, but even just by looking at him,

My hands and feet don't move well. The user feels confined to the area of the accident just by the presence of its target.

"Ugh."

But when I tried my best to find him, I said the monologue was surprising.

"You have... tremendous mental defenses. As an apostle of the Three Kingdoms, is it possible to resist the original gaze as a human being?"

"Did you just attack me?"

"No, I just stared. Despite that, mortals go insane."

The words of a relentless monologue followed.

"I am now a monk... a sole child of a monk... and a 'great being' that has been summoned from a distant future. And it's all mixed up into a sense of self. The identity of the monologue will soon be gone, but before that, I want you to fulfill his aspirations as an incarnation."

"......"

I spoke for a long time, but I was able to understand his words with the knowledge of darkness that had been accumulated so far.

'... I see...'

He is the incarnation of the old ruler!

I don't know why it is in English, but [former ruler], who I don't know, must be wise to borrow the body of a monologue. Not as strong as the body itself, but the incarnation of the old ruler was a disaster and trajectory in itself.

I remembered the old days.

[It was a few decades ago now……. I had a fight with some divine creature. To be precise, we have wrecked his physical entity in a duel with him. He may have been powerful, but he wasn't my enemy.]

[But he flew into the soul of nowhere and disappeared somewhere, and then my son Soju was struck by a terrible curse.]

[Immature elderly person. It's the name of the great god we serve. The founder, Immortal Old Timer, sent Maitreya to this world, harvesting her scattered children, returning them to Vacuum Incense and promising a peaceful kingdom of a millennium to be realized in the human world. Do you know the doctrine of the Bavarian Church?]

[In fact, I went to the most powerful magician I know to heal the monstrosity. At that time, the magician said he couldn't help me, but he said he was an angel.]

[The old ruler's magic could have put a curse on the whole Libyan church, but I couldn't because of the blessings of an immortal elderly woman. So I was thinking, what would be the greatest tribute and virtue to an immortal elder, and I thought it would be appropriate to solubilize the mythical Soviet sulphur.]

The monk told me a long time ago. A green-eyed stranger from the west came to him and asked him to help him obtain an anonymous letter of sacrifice, but the bishop refused. Then he summoned the incarnation of the old ruler, and the bishop beat the incarnation with his own strength, and immediately after that, the small bishop had developed a peculiarity.

And the Soviet Church sent a party to the Orient to heal the monstrosity. It was said to be the reason for finding the molten water and giving it to the immortal elderly. I also remember that there was an expectation that molten water itself would help heal the gangrene.

"......"

If that's the case...

I stared at him to confirm the hypothesis.

"The Vailian didn't defeat the incarnation of the [Old Master] summoned by Mado in the West. He just postponed it."

"You know a lot."

"He told me."

"I see."

The rhetorical rhetoric in an unconventional voice was the word.

"Yes. My incarnate body was clearly destroyed in the battle with the Vailian monk, but my soul was immortal. And the Madosa asked for his soul until the end, so she took possession of his bloodline."

"Possession...?"

"Madosa's Circle is a curse to destroy the Libyan clan. So the monk took the power of the great father and suppressed me."

"What?! Which means..."

I cried out in surprise.

"The Vailian monk was sealing you up for eternity?"

"Sealing, it's hard to hear. Even if I borrowed the power of the throne of the Father, it is only human power. I could always use the strength to get out. But I just had no reason to put so much effort into Madosa's request."

The sullen muttering monologue said.

"I was never interested in what was happening in the world. But as the seal of the sea collapsed not long ago, the causation rate fluctuated greatly. When he died, he came out of the front, through a gap in the Soviet Union's weakness."

His ugly face grins.

"If you do well, you may be in a position to defeat K'Tulu and hear the revelation first on the Day of the Apocalypse." "

"Revelation?"

"I don't want to talk about it anymore. I may be an apostle, but I'm only a humble human being."

"... I see."

I stared at him.

"You're not a monologue. He's just pretending to be a monologue."

"You said that from the start, didn't you? Because I am merciful, I fulfill only human principles."

Yes, it is.

I'm not a monologue or a monk in front of me.

The incarnation of the [old ruler] possessed by man is merely imitating the personality of the monologue. This means that the person in front of us is not a human being, but a xenophobe - an incarnation on behalf of the will of the [former ruler].

'The moment Hanshin fell and broke the Eternal Covenant...' he was resurrected and exterminated the Prime Minister. '

When I understood the situation, I sent a message to Musashi.

[Musai. Can he escape?]

[It's too late. He's already made a move, haven't you noticed?]

What?

[We will fight as best we can, but we will all die here.]

I did not feel the audible sound of the silent myth as if it were real.

Soon, the 'singular' incarnation of the [old ruler], who looked like a wrinkly fetus, slowly woke up and said.

"I don't understand the choice of emperor Oze to choose a worm-like man as an apostle. Unlike the incarnation, death means weakness in the power of the Apostle... But that's why he likes humans so much, so much that he deferred the apocalypse until the end of time, right?"

Pa 'at

The next moment, I tried to get away from the boil with the mystery as I hurriedly moved towards the Blassy. But the illumination didn't work at all, and I couldn't help but exert the apostle's power.

"Hehe!"

The Apostle's power won't work either!

Instead, I could feel the whole room surging and rumbling. He laughs if he feels that I used the Apostle's power.

"Haha, that's funny, huh? It must have been Jeolluk who gave you the power."

"What's so funny?"

"I'm the same authority he deals with... so it must be an excellent match for either entity." Hahaha. "

Then Miyamoto Musashi stepped forward.

Kuang

When he takes a deep breath, the other party's gaze is directed at Musai. Musashi turned his eyes in the strongest posture, said Najik.

"Benda!"

However, unlike what Benda said, he didn't move at all.

Normally, it would be normal to attack without even giving such a warning. What does this behavior mean? As I looked at the mystery with embarrassing eyes, [Incarnate] of the old ruler said.

"A mortal who challenges the impossible. Can you do that?"

"Benda!"

"Then please."

Swook

It was the moment he took a step towards the city of Musai.

I could see the time warp in my eyes. The dust and bloodstains that were floating around were literally frozen in space, and the only thing that moved was the light that was once human form. The flow of light was in the shape of a mythology, and the mythology made a sword and crossed the space.

This was a different phenomenon from the Office of the Soul Rights. The Office of the Deep Realm only feels a rush of time as the senses become incredibly sensitive, but it has reached the flow of light, transcending the boundaries that the Office of the Deep Realm feels.

Tsk.

A large fountain of blood gushes out. The incarnate's arm, which was looking at the fetus, seemed to be scrambling as it was cut off. It was clearly fatal, and the injury was caused by one second of the martyrdom.

Did you win? '

However, unlike my expectations, the incarnate spoke with a cheerful voice while being bold.

"Hahaha!! Did a human like you read and cut a time piece? I wonder if this power is acceptable to mortals. Fun!"

Puqaqium

The body of the incarnate burst into hundreds of pieces. No matter how much I looked at it, I approached him with a happy look.

"You did it! You defeated the Godlike..."

"... run."

The martyr stopped speaking to me and said heavily. As I looked at him, he struggled to hide his despair.

"That's something no mortal can defeat..."

Glug glug

Glug-ug-ub

The void with nothing.

There, dirt and clay shook and shook fast. The clay quickly regained its original appearance as it absorbed the corpse debris. It looked like a horrible little baby.

"......!!"

Immortal?!

The incarnation of the old ruler was quickly resurrected.

"Unlike the last time I fought the Sovereign Lord, this time I intend to intervene sincerely, so you're out of luck."

The incarnation's finger was the moment it pointed to Miyamoto Musashi.

Blub-ub

That was the end.

Miyamoto Musashi, who was called the most powerful master of all, disappeared into dust. I could not even respond without leaving a note. Over time, only the space where Miyamoto Musashi had been was enriched.

"Ugh, ugh..."

I felt like I was going to lose my mind at this futile end. I didn't think Miyamoto Musashi would get hit.

We have to run.

But can he get away?

Against such a divine being?

Wooooo

While I was struggling, I could feel the spirit of the club coming to me through the handset. Zhang Sambong, who occupied my body, gazed at the front in a calm tone.

"Great one... for you, is good and evil but a pastime? By his power, to the poor.

May he have mercy... "

The incarnation of the old ruler smiled and said.

"Thou art in the midst of God and man. Do you speak of mercy and morality when you kill ants?"

"... I knew it, but you are truly evil..."

The sullen club raises its hand and aims at the target.

It was the casting ceremony of Tai Chi Kwon, the shaman.

And he talked to me.

[Softener, I will survive as long as I can.] But you cannot escape defeat, so use your own magic to escape this place...]

[Ginseng Bong Gin. That's impossible...]

Zhang Sam-bong smiled bitterly.

[I don't have time to talk anymore. Farewell then.]

And my vision began to grow dark and slowly buried.

......

Time is running out.

I opened my eyes gradually, and I could see the moon of night rising in the sky as time passed by during the new day. The place that was once a Christian monastery disappeared without a trace, and all the buildings became sand, and all the nearby mountains and robbers disappeared.

I could intuit.

The battle between the two ended the Soviet Church.

And I barely stood as dry as a bony skeleton. The internal air was used to be depleted, and all the blood was broken as if it were open to the door. Perhaps I received my body back because I could no longer maintain the strength of the Ginseng Bean.

It was hard to stand with headaches and headaches all over my body. My forearms are all shriveled up and dry.

In front of me stood the incarnation of the old ruler, the self-proclaimed monologue. The existence stared at me expressionlessly.

I salute that good man. He defended himself against me, an immortal fetus.]

"......"

[That was a really good trick.]

I don't have the strength to answer.

But I'm clearly feeling different. Earlier, I was using salmon with human words, but I looked down at the inferior bugs, but now I was respectful even though I was using arrogant tongues. Apparently, the opponent was very high appraising the fact that Jean Cedar Bong had survived.

[I will bring an end to all equality...]

Glug-ug

The moment his fingers point towards me, my body begins to scatter like sand. I felt horrified that my ears and nose were disassembling so quickly.

His gaze and his fingers are drawn to a fleeting moment of time. And that time may be a thousand years or 10,000 years. So life and mortality will never

We cannot survive his hand.

It may be a ridiculous power, but it must be the power of the old ruler.

I felt that I couldn't live anymore and closed my eyes.

Ahh.

This is my 22nd death.

[Expression of power.]

Kirik Kirik

You hear something rewind.

"......"

When I woke up, I was standing on an empty site with Miyamoto Musashi.

"What's the matter?"

I think I'm having a nightmare.

But I knew that what I just felt wasn't a nightmare.

It is a reality that you will face if you continue to walk forward.

"... Uuuuurrgghhh!!"

Puddles

I fell to the ground and trembled like a tree with my hands and feet trembling. The horror of that terrifying divine being that I had just felt was embedded in my body. It was because I felt the power of a true [old ruler] that I could not afford just existence.

"Huff, huff, huff."

I breathed briefly and told Miyamoto Musashi.

"Do, let's go back. Or you die."

"Hmm. I was gonna warn you."

Does that mean you haven't heard anything bad about Musai yet? If so, it would have been immediately after the teleportation to the Protestant Church.

I bite my teeth tightly.

"I just remembered..."

The power of an apostle that I trained for five years at the Ogre Planetarium.

A way to use that power came to mind.

Until now, it was so powerful that it was sealed because of the causality, but when I met a being that was not strong enough, it was unsealed.

Yes, it is.

I had just used that power to turn back time and barely lay down my life just before I met the incarnate [Old Master]. because the power of Jeoll-ok was also the power to control time.