Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"…I feel uncomfortable."

There was a strong sense of uneasiness. Berchia groaned and put her hands together.

"Then I'll be ready. I'm sorry, but please do the rest."

Asher nodded and stepped forward. I pulled out the sword and dragged the floor. Kagak focused the attention of the bandits on the sound of metal.

"Hi, slave traders."

“…….”

The bandits answered in silence. They fell back, called men, and gathered again.

I counted the roughly visible bandits and found them around forty.

The captured farmers could not be seen holding them elsewhere. The bandits slowly began to encircle Asher with weapons.

"Wow."

Asher picked up the sword. At the same time, the bandits rushed at once. The forty-year-old was driven toward Asher.

"Now."

Whoo-yyoooooooooh!

The light burst. The holy thing sprang out of the Berchia and stirred violently into the cave. The bandits who were rushing stop as if time had stopped.

"Are you all right?"

Berchia walked slowly, holding both hands. Her power is sacred. Her general nature is excellent, but her utilization is not very good.

It could only be used by one person, or by a way that affects everyone around you. It could only be used in two ways.

The divine power she has exerted now is the power to strike her mind with the will of God and keep her from moving. And the power was not only in the bandit but also in the Asher's influence.

"That's all right."

Asher answered and raised the sword. Berchia, who was tilting her head in front of Asher due to the sudden move, was startled and gained weight on her hips.

"Well, you're fine....”

"It's not that it doesn't have an impact.”

I had a slight headache, but it wasn't more than that.

Even the owner of the bottom can't be affected by the divine power. On the contrary, it is more amazing that it has a slight influence.]

"That's enough."

Asher drew a sword and approached the bandits. The bandits were just running, their eyes cawed.

Deeply.

The sword penetrates the neck, and the pupils lose their light. When I pulled out the sword, blood splashed and buried it to other bandits.

Asher slowly walked to the other bandits and cut them off one by one. The bandits waited patiently for death, unable to move.

"Do not show mercy on them."

Berchia prayed quietly with her hands together. Finally, there is only one person left. Asher approached the last bandit and held the sword.

At that moment, the thief's eyes moved.

[Difficulty.]

The thief moved his body. He loosened his stiff posture and stabbed Asher sharply around the neck. Berchia screamed and Asher clenched her fist in her hand.

Crying!

The intangible curtain unfolded and bounced the sword. Asher shook her hand and stepped back. The thief was slowly picking himself up.

"Mr. Bercia."

"Come on, hold on!"

Berchia put her hands together and gave her strength. Stronger and darker divine power spread than before. The power to subdue even the powerful monster, Ou or Troll.

However, the thief calmly rushed to Bercia.

"Rain, light!"

The golden light surrounded the bercia. The balance spread out on the curtain of light after colliding with the thief's sword.

"You will punish the enemy!"

The light is tangible and it floats in waves. The thief flies like a squirrel to avoid the waves and attach himself to the cave wall.

“…….”

The thief flew into the cave. Berchia collapsed.

"Oh, my God.”

"Are you all right?"

"Yes…."

But perhaps mentally shocked, Berchia was collecting her breathtaking.

"Come with me when you're stable."

"Come on, hold on!"

Asher chased after the thief.

***

The thief was quick. Asher followed, but the distance was hardly narrowed. At that speed, it was almost impossible to track a horse if it wasn't riding.

Asher gave strength to his feet. Muscles exploded, and the balance spread to the bottom of the cave.

Wham!

As the body flies in the air, the distance quickly narrows. At a short distance, Asher flung the sword. The thief turned round and round without slowing down.

Kagagak!

The sword and the sword collide. Asher twisted her wrist and orbited, the thief pulled back accordingly. At the same time, a memory flew from his arms. Though blocked by intangible tents, the thief spread the streets again.

You're rubbing it with a sword?] Who the hell is that guy?]

"Once you're not a thief."

Swordsman skills can't be better than Asher, but it was a mystery to hold on. Even Caron can't hold out a few against him. But not only did the bandits hold out, but they also made a counterattack.

There have been several similar situations since then, but each time the thief escaped in various ways. The chase lasted a few minutes, and the thief stopped at the huge door.

"You."

The thief turned against the door. The black eyes pointed toward Asher.

"Why are they attacking us.

"Did you need a reason to attack slave traders?"

Asher answered lightly. The thief laughed at Asher.

"Do we look like mere slaves?"

"So that's what I'm trying to find out now."

There was no place to run anymore. However, the thief stretched himself out.

"That would be great. Take a look with your own eyes."

Coo-oong!

The door opened by itself. The thief's eyes were blazing.

"You ugly traitor."

The door opened and the interior was visible. Asher's expression hardened.

There were countless bodies there. The running blood soaked my ankle.

traces of barbarous personal culture

"…you."

Asher realized. These are not bandits. He was not even a slave. The thief stretched out his arm.

"Great men! I offer you a sacrifice!"

Blood and dead bodies wriggle. Something huge devours the spirits and the oil of the peasants. The soul shrieks.

"So please have mercy on us, humble and shabby!"

Then the darkness spread. Darkness, completely different from the Ma tribe. They engulfed the whole bandit. Asher kicked his tongue and pulled back, and opened the curtain of the ring.

"That's a shame.

"Are you all right...!”

From far away, Berchia ran panting and puffing with sweaty. As she gasped and gasped, she was stunned to see her open in front of her.

"Ma'am!"

"No, it's not.

It's not the Ma clan. He was a completely different being.

In the past, a monster came down to the world in a similar way. And before the heroes came forward, it destroyed half the world.

A monster who came down to the world with a black forest.

[Oh... Crazy] Are you out of your mind?]

"Do you know what that is?"

In the past, we couldn't identify them until the heroes decayed the monster. I could only guess that he had a heterogeneous power.

They're not gods, they're not maids. They exist in a completely different dimension.]

"Devil?"

The devil was staying in a heterogeneous space, not in a mana. The sword denied.

It doesn't make a big difference in nature, but the devil doesn't care much about the world. That's why I don't want to stay on this land. But they want to trample on this land and make the sky dirty. That's why they put the magic to summon them.

There were always those who were dazzled by the power of the mighty. The gathering darkness finally erupted. Berchia opened her hand white.

"Light!"

Crying!

Light and intangible curtains overlap each other. The ejected darkness strikes the tent, cracks it. In strong opposition, Berchia clenched her teeth and strengthened the curtain.

"Huh.Huh..."

Finally, the eruption of darkness ended. Berchia collapsed under the strain. The view was revealed, and a thief colored with darkness was seen.

"You haven't invaded."

[Feeling weak]]

The price of the monster was all black forest. It would be impossible for dozens of souls to show up to match him.

That doesn't mean the situation is good. The thief opened his hand blankly.

"Great power has descended upon me."

The darkness gathered together to form a sword.

"Dead."

The thief blew himself up.

***

"I will punish your enemy!”

cried Berchia with faith. The waves of light reverberate and spread forward. The divine power is the rise of the Ma tribe. Even the high Ma tribe cannot escape if they collide directly with that wave.

However, the dark-colored sword moved, and the waves shattered into pieces and scattered everywhere.

"Ah."

"Death, unbeliever."

The sword of darkness strikes Berchia. Berchia closed her eyes when she came close to her nose, and Asher kicked the thief in the ribs.

Coooooooooong!

It is stuck in a cave wall with a roar. The inside of the cave shakes uneasily and crumbs fall.

"Hmm."

But Asher's expression was not good. The touch on the foot was not human flesh, but a touch that seemed to stir the shadow.

"You're no longer human.”

The thief crept slowly out of the collapsed wall. The whole body was stained with darkness, distorted human form.

"Why is the power of God.”

"That's not a mahjong."

Sincerity does not belong to common sense. That's literally just this guy. Berchia bit her lips.

"…I can't believe I accept that with my human body.”

The saint screamed out loud.

"The Fallen!"

The thief laughed at Berchia's words. The darkness trembled in response to the emotion.

"I'll give it back to you. Mistrust."

"What are you doing..."

"It is us who truly believe in the great."

The thief was sneaky.

"You're the ones who went down."

"Bluffing."

"There is no reason to explain to the unbeliever."

It's pitch dark. Power is agglomerating. Asher pushed Berchia back.

"Get out of it."

"Ha, but I....”

"You can assist her from behind."

Sincerity is a useless force on the front. Asher put out a wrist guard.

"Can you put your grace here?"

"Oh, yes."

Berchia joined hands urgently. Light wrapped around the wrist protector, and as the sword was taken out, the sword was also wrapped in light.

Blessed sword. I could hold out against that darkness. But it's there, but it'll be better than breaking up like glass every time you hit it.

I'm having a hard time catching a thief.]

"Really."

I tried to find out if the church of the sun god, which is also a simple solution, chased him, but I didn't expect to face that. I couldn't have expected it.

Crazy Arcade!

Darkness erupted. Dozens of sharp thorns stirred up the cave. Berchia opened the shield of light.

Kaga's coming!

The thorns tap the shield sharply, but they don't break. The thief runs to the shield in the darkness, and hits the sword. At a single blow, the shield is scattered in pieces or all directions.

Through a crack in the broken shield, Asher gave strength to his feet. The accelerated sword is slashed into the head of the bandit. Darkness from the thief's back, like a tentacle, whips out the sword. Stopping and avoiding the swirling sword.

Whooooooh!

The sword of grace begins to crack. Asher throws it roughly and pulls out the window. Hold the light window, and catch your breath.

Two-hundreds!

The window pops the air. The window begins to paint afterimage and then splits into dozens. an image of pure speed

The thief clenched his fist. The darkness surrounding the whole body jumps out like a living thing to form a huge shield.