Reincarnation of the Sword Master

Yikes!

Sound waves spread. However, she can't reach Asher, and she'sincerely. The sound waves of bats go straight. In other words, avoiding it out of range is not affected. It was a familiar game. In a flash, he reaches his nose and shoots a sword. Now four.

Open your hand. Throw the needle in all directions, avoiding the rushing beasts. Throw a javelin in the dark looking for something wriggling. The black dog disappears. Three

Swoosh!

It's a weakness of a little tail. If you cut it off, it'll get smaller.

Avoid the pig's mouth and put a sword in its tail. The size of the pig becomes as small as a fist.

"Now it's the two."

Calm down your stiff chest and control your breathing. The muscles began to numb.

Every move was a force. If I had saved my energy, I would have died. The limit has been almost reached. Force the body to remove the tremor.

The remaining number is two. An unformed creature, Gian, and a fog-bound Jamaican.

"It's not going to be difficult.”

Both were tricky if they fought in a single fight. Gian is difficult to respond because he is not seen, and Smokka was nothing short of a strong body and strength that spread freely.

But if the two came out at once, it was different. Asher stopped moving quietly. Smokas puffed up and rushed in. Asher slipped back and stabbed him in the back as he reached a hand. Something invisible collapsed with a plump, unpleasant touch.

I caught the unformed one and threw it at Smokka. Smokas, covered in something intangible, wriggled, but they were not free to move. Asher climbed on it and put a knife in it. Soon it became foggy and disappeared.

"Is that it?"

Gian and Smokas. When the two appeared together, the pattern of behavior was always the same. In addition, the body of the gian had the power to control fog like the smokas. Then it was simple.

I can't believe I can do this.]

murmured the sword as if it were new. One was eliminated by Tacan, but few in the world faced seven beasts. He's a hero at best. And Asher did it.

"Whoow."

Although it was a limit, I could still move my body. Asher took the sword and headed for the cross. Crocus was looking at him with a dejected face.

"...You're going to catch all seven of them. Who are you?"

"Your enemy."

Fainting came first. Asher rushed at Crocus. He punched Crocus in the stomach.

Ugh!

"Laugh!"

But it was Asher who bounced off. Asher gave a tingling fist. It felt like a crack in the bone as if it had been hit by a steel plate.

"It's a good thing you went too far just in case."

Darkness was rolling behind the murmuring Crocus.

Gradually, a huge eye was seen beyond the darkness that expanded its territory. eyes with reversed whites and pupils

The air has changed. He obstructed his breathing in a dark and sticky way. Horrible things try to shake the mind, and the fear engraved on the body reacts by itself.

Spreading out a strong presence, it surrounded the body of the Crocus.

[Wow.]

The sword murmured ridiculously.

[...really? The devil?]

***

Most people think of demons and maids alike, but the two are strictly different races. Ma people are born in Ma. They exist in the world of mana and are always looking for the world.

But the devil doesn't live on the horse. Living in a heterogeneous space that is different from the horse-riding world, and in a dimension that has not yet been fully understood, he sometimes appears in the world.

Things that existed even before the horse was born. The number is extremely rare, but sometimes they are the ones who distort the world when they appear in the world.

Crazy. You're a real devil?

The sword murmured despondently. Asher was equally embarrassed.

The Devil. The existence of this type. They cannot appear in the world without due qualifications. It was known, but it appeared without such consciousness.

It's not Kanglim for now.]

It was not the devil's own descent into the world, but simply a way of lending power. The power that Crocus could handle was far below that of the real devil.

[And it's not the real thing.]

Of course, of course. If it is the body of the devil, even the ice alone can cause enormous repercussions. This small space, as well as the capital itself, would have collapsed.

And the world would be darkened. The sword murmured.

Moreover, he did not have a second name. It's a good thing that....]

"It's dangerous."

No name, not the main body, but the incarnation, not the Gangnim. But in spite of all those constraints, that existence does not fall.

a man of devil's name It contained transcendental power.

His eyes moved at a moment. The white pupil glared at Asher. The sword murmured silently to the eyes containing obvious emotions.

[...oh, I think he's interested in you. What did you do?]

"No way."

It's not that I haven't met the devil, but I had no acquaintance with the devil in front of me.

Crocus muttered in a voice of wonder.

"…surprised. I can't believe I've knocked down all the beasts.”

The eyes of Crocus had settled still. He was surprised to regain his composure.

"How is that possible?”

the seven beasts of death Without knowing the weaknesses, it was hard to control even some heroes without getting hurt. However, Asher may have been hurt, but her life was not affected.

Most of all, he seemed to know all the weaknesses of the eight horsemen he summoned. It was unbelievable that a young man knew what he did not know, even after living in an era of war.

"And the sword."

It was so terrible that even an outsider in swordsmanship could see it. There was only a technique, but there was no subtle plot. But with that technique alone, he knocked down all seven.

"You. Who are you?"

Crocus vaguely remembered seeing this young man somewhere else.

"A guy like you is a second... Is the second one right?"

Crocus tilted his head. The darkness gradually engulfed the body and the eyes were turning black.

[Dangerous] He's not holding out.]

"Crocus encroaches on the horse?”

The owner of the bottom is not swayed by the horse. That's why he's a hero. Looking at it now, I'm slightly suspicious, but the proposition does not change.

The devil is not the devil. A creature of evil origin. Even the owner of the bottom can't stand the evil.]

"You know everything."

It's not important. The question is, how do you hold this?]

The darkness trembles. The density itself is different from before. Sticky and dark things begin to cling to Asher's ankles.

[If the seal had been released, I'd make it a joke, but...] Things are really bad right now.]

"I don't care. I just defeat the intruder."

Crocus, who shook his head, raised his hand. Darkness moved in accordance with one's will.

The sticky darkness swept toward Asher.

"Death, humble thing."

***

"Crazy."

Asher blew himself away, spouting curses. Darkness dispersed in all directions, trying to hold him back as if he had a will. He shook his body roughly, shook it off, and kept moving.

It was different from before. Darkness that devours the existence itself, not the mind-shaking. No matter how much he or she fits, if this fits. So you can't go back to normal. A hero would survive, but he wasn't.

"…I'm dying."

I was in the worst condition, but I was still using 'force' all the time. He screamed, "If I don't use it, I'll die, so I can't help it, but my muscles and bones are the limit."

Fortunately, the direction of force is simple.

It's just a simple expression because it's the first power I got, but it's not complicated. The problem is that the simple expression alone contains an irresistible force, but it was not inevitable.

'Then.'

Stick together, poke.

Asher grabbed the sword. It's just a power loan, so if you knock down the crossers, you'll walk away on yourselves.

Move forward, avoiding the raging darkness. A sheet of paper passes by, and moves the body to the limit, moving forward like an indomitable warrior.

He cannot stop walking despite all kinds of hardships. Stuck in the dark, Garron stared blankly at Asher.

"Ah…."

The boy yearned for the heroes, the main characters in the fairy tale, as most do. Despite the attack of evil, even when it was impossible to resist, the way forward without despair was so fascinating to the boy who was tired of reality.

But it was shattered. The teacher, who was a hero, was corrupted and went mad. I realized that the main character was in a fairy tale.

But there was a man in front of his eyes who had the will of steel. Undeterred by an irresistible enemy, the walk does not stop.

Geran looked at the main character in the fairy tale as if he were bewitched.

How did this happen?’

A sudden thought made Asher laugh. He just came to see an old friend. But he went crazy, and now he was fighting to save the world's crisis.

'Hero. It doesn't look good on me.’

He is a man of the ordinary to the last degree. You can't be a hero.

However, he was not the kind of person to just watch the immediate crisis.

"I....!"

"Ah."

When I came to my senses, I saw the face of Crocus, who was embarrassed. Asher raised his fist unconsciously. The swung fist cut through the darkness and touched Crocus' abdomen.

And at that moment, darkness erupted.

***

"Whoow."

Crocus took a deep breath, wiping off a cold sweat. It was dangerous. It would have been him who fell down if it had been a little late.

"Are you dead?"

Asher, engulfed in the darkness, was motionless. the darkness of the devil It devours the soul itself regardless of its spirit. There was no way I could hold out.

"Ah. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Geran watched blankly and screamed. Crocus slowly approached Geron.

"Come on, student. Let's keep doing what we're doing."

The guards and Arnaes were caught in the darkness and could not get out. There was no one to disturb them.

"…why!"

Gerran cried out bloodthirstyah! He glared at Crocus with his eyes looking at the enemy's life and death.

"What the hell! What the hell!"

"Time changes a lot."

Crocus laughed bitterly.

"I'm no exception."

"…but you! You're a hero! Why the hell!"

"Hero. I hate that word. I'm sick and tired of it."

Crocus shook his head. The oppression and restraint were so hateful. That's why I was going to let go. Garron clenched his teeth roughly.

"…I'm not like you! I'm not going crazy!"

"Really? Are you sure?"

Crocus' face is distorted. He cried out all his despair

"Really! Can you guarantee that even if time changes, so many things will not change!"

Geron faltered under the power of the cry. Crocus stamped his foot.

"No! I was once like you! I'm not going crazy! I was sure it wouldn't change! But what's the result? I finally gave up everything! Can you really guarantee you won't do that, too!

“…….”

Geran tried to say something, but he couldn't open his mouth. A boy at best, even if he's brilliant. I could not resist the will of the living for more than a hundred years.

Crocus said bitterly.

"Time shakes everything. There is no exception to that. You're going to give up, too.

"No."

Crocus hurriedly turned to the voice he heard.

Asher was slowly lifting up. At first glance, it was a complete mess, but he was barely moving.

"…what!"

"You gave up just because you were weak."

Crocus' face was distorted by his denial.

"Then you! You're not going to change yourself!

"Yes."

Asher clenched her fist with trembling hands. He hasn't really changed. After reincarnation, before death, and when young, it was always the same.

That's why I can say.

You're the weak one.

Asher punched the wall. The crack spread and the ceiling began to collapse.

"Oh, my God!"

Crocus hastily surrounded the falling rocks.