Reincarnation of the Sword Master

Cheers!

The spear strikes the shield, but it breaks down without making any real gold.

"It doesn't work.”

Insert the spear and take out the sword again. The thief dug into Asher's arms and swung the sword. Darkness stained by the sword is harsh and aimed at Asher's whole body.

Asher holds the ring. An intangible curtain surrounds Asher's whole body.

Ugh!

The intangible curtain that collided with the darkness spreads out like a spider web with strong resistance. The thief grabs the sword with both hands and shoots it down.

Whoo-hoo!

The curtain is breaking. The thief stretched out his arms stained with his sword. It's too late to stop. Asher tried to block the orbit with one hand and strike the darkness with the other.

Crying!

At that moment, the curtain of light spread and prevented the attack of the thief. Asher fell back in the gap.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes."

Berchia was keeping it right in time. Of course I can still hold on, even though I can't do more than that's too much.

"It's basically the same as the bottom owner."

It's the devil in nature. But it's different. Comparing this to the devil is a great insult to the devil.]

"But this guy is more familiar."

The power of the owner at the bottom was apparently strong, but the use was at the level of a three-year-old child. a simple wave of power It was simple to approach when off the track.

In comparison, the thief in front of me was using and utilizing the power I had. Even though his own swordsmanship was not low, he had the power of his own type.

"Death to the quick."

The thief picked up the sword calmly.

"I'm sure he'll be very pleased to dedicate you to him. They will give us more kindness."

"Sound of a dog."

Asher rushed in. Darkness gathered around the bandits and exploded. Sculptures of darkness scratched the cave to create a huge commercial marriage. Asher endured under the protection of light.

Asher picked up the sword. Stomping his arm, he struck down. The sword containing superpowers hits the darkness, and both darkness and sword break at the same time. Asher put her hand in when she saw the shaking thief's eyes.

As soon as he tried to grab the thief's head, darkness crept up on his arms. Asher hurriedly pulled out her hand and flew back.

"Tut."

Darkness was creeping up in the arms. He shook his arm and shook it off, but his senses were half dead.

"The blue, the blue, the arms....”

Berchia saw Asher's arm and made a fuss about the power of healing, but did not retreat from the darkness. Rather, he tried to devour it with all his might.

You can't touch that with your bare body. Your soul belongs to the Sodmaster, but your body is human. You can't stand it.

"There's no answer to this anyway.”

An arm has gone bad. Since there seemed to be no consumption of darkness, it was their defeat in a long-term war.

"Mr. Bercia."

"Yes, yes."

"Can you give me a sign? All we have to do is stop it just once."

"…I see."

Berchia put her hands together.

"May you have a miracle."

The light descended on Asher.

an absolute shield of God, protective protection comparable to the walls

I don't know if I'll last, but I just need to be able to last that once. Asher clenched his fist and gave his whole body a boost.

Coooooooooong!

His feet stepped on the ground and left a mark. Like the shot of a ballista, he flew to the bandit. The thief was sneaky.

"Fire moth that sticks to the bonfire. It's natural to burn."

The thief clenched his fist. Darkness clumped together to form a huge window.

"Bring it through."

The window drew a trajectory. Asher picked up the sword at the window that swallowed everything.

Cargagagagam!

The sword and the dark window clashed and the backlash exploded. Full body protection has already begun to shake. Asher put a strain on his arm.

"Ah. Alas."

Then Berchia screamed at the sight. The light was engulfing the darkness. She murmured with a hazy face.

"Light, light....”

Coo-oong!

The dark window bounces off. At the same time, Asher's body is broken into pieces. Asher ran straight to the thief, and the thief laughed at Asher.

"What a nonsense."

Fragmented darkness gathers again to form a barrier. When it touches that, the essence is taken away from that part and dies.

But Asher gave strength to the hand that held the sword.

Quick!

The balance spreads like glass that hit a stone when the sword and the wall of darkness collide, and the sword breaks at the same time. Asher squeezed her hand between the cracks in the darkness.

The barrier is breaking. Shake the arm that is eroded by darkness to make a path and take out the dagger.

"…you?"

As soon as the thief tries to say something, the dagger is stuck in the thief's neck. The pupils lose their light and the darkness slowly begins to disperse.

"Hmm."

Asher frowned as she lowered her arm.

[How do you feel?]

"It's terrible."

I couldn't feel it with black paint as if I had painted it black. Darkness was about to spread throughout the body in a thin arm.

It feels like dozens of bugs are crawling. When he saw Berchia, he looked at him with a strange face.

"What's wrong with him?"

[I don't know. But isn't it time?]

"That's right."

The body was eating its mind, resisting to regain control. The consciousness gradually broke.

"This is the second time."

Asher closed her eyes.

***

The consciousness comes back and the senses wake up one by one. Asher coordinated her whole body with her eyes closed. the warmth of the forehead The bridge was fine. Both arms were fine.

Your arms are fine?

Feeling strange, Asher opened her eyes. I could see Berchia's face right in front of my nose.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Berchia was surprised and fell on her hips. She got up, moaning and touching her hips.

"Wake up, you're awake.”

[Are you awake?]

“…….”

Asher didn't answer and looked down on my arm. The dark-colored arm had a normal skin color.

I gave my arm a boost. The fist was a rat.

"Why?"

"Yes, yes?"

Berchia opened her eyes round.

"Why is my arm."

An arm eaten into the darkness dies. I said so, but now I'm perfectly fine.

"I am a saint. I am God's agent."

Berchia said with a calm face.

"No matter how powerful it is, as long as it belongs to darkness, we can find a way."

"Thank you."

Asher expressed her gratitude. I was determined to give up one arm, but I can't believe I'm fine. It was a good thing. Berchia waved her hand.

"No, it's something I should thank you for. …I'm sorry."

Berchia bit her lips and apologized.

"I thought it wasn't a big deal, so I asked for help, but I don't think... I didn't know this would happen.”

She had nothing to say even if she had ten mouths. He dragged a complete stranger into his work to death. It was not qualified as a saint.

"You didn't know that, did you? It's all right."

Asher spoke lightly, but Berchia shook her head firmly.

"No, it's obviously my fault. It's the price I owe. I'm sorry."

"In that case.”

I didn't mean to meddle in personal thoughts.

"What happened to the farmers?"

"Ah."

Berchia blurted the end of the horse.

"They're all....”

"Is that so?"

Asher said calmly because it was expected. He was taken with him when he sacrificed. Berchia stammered on.

"But it's not meaningless. There are no more of them. We've blocked the possibility of more victims."

Berchia clenched her little fist.

"Those who buy and sell... The sun god will not forgive them."

Her eyes burned small. Asher confirmed her whole body's sense of not doing so.

'That's good.'

There was no problem except for muscle pain with effort.

"So I have a suggestion."

Berchia opened her mouth with a calm face.

"Will you please come to the church of the god of the sun?"

***

Asher frowned slightly in silence. Berchia followed.

"We have defeated those who give their lives. I have destroyed the corrupted by darkness. It prevented more victims from happening. It was impossible for me alone.”

If every one of them is known to the public, everyone will call his name. A minstrel will make a song and write it down in the biography of a hero.

Berchia looked up at Asher with envious eyes.

"You deserve to be worshipped."

Self-sacrifice and heroic deeds. Berchia really thought so.

"So would you please come to the church? We'll give you everything we can. I promise you in the name of the saint."

Religion is exclusive. Discipline is at the heart of such a religion. Calling outsiders to such places has never happened before in the age of long heroes.

It was only possible when it gave full confidence. Visiting the church as an outsider brings honor in itself.

"No."

But Asher refused.

"That's all right."

"Oh, well, you're pickled."

Berchia shook her head in a sullen way.

"Yes, sir. You may not like the sun god. I understand."

"No, it's not like that. It's just because of personal matters. I'll visit you when I have a chance."

It won't be a good visit. Asher swallowed the aftertaste.

"Oh, is that so?"

Without knowing what was going on, Berchia's face lit up slightly.

"Then please tell me my name then. …I don't even know your name."

Asher had never said her name. Berchia wriggled her finger and shook her head.

"No, it's a meeting. We'll split the names when we see each other next time."

"Yes."

"But... I'll give you something..”

Asher did a lot of things objectively, while she did nothing.

She wasn't shameless enough to just leave.

Berchia was restless and took off her necklace, holding her breath as if she had decided to.

"Here you go."

Asher took the necklace. It was an old necklace with no pattern.

"It's separate from the sun god. It's a gift from me as a person."

"Why this to me?"

"It's meaningless to have it. The person who gave me the necklace told me to give it to someone I can trust.”

Berchia smiled softly.

"I'll bet on myself as a human being. As long as you have the necklace, I will always be your strength."

A necklace was put on Asher's hand.

"I won't refuse your request, and I'll trust you no matter how wrong you do it. So please keep it."

"…I see."

Asher put a necklace around her neck. Berchia smiled brightly.

***

Oh, it was hard.]

"I've done everything. Why are you having a hard time?”

[It's hard to see things like this]]

Asher returned to the place where the black sword was placed and held it. The sword roared with joy.

"It was sacred."

The divine power is the power of God. It is the most powerful force in the world.

A considerable amount of such was stored. It's actually enough to be called a "sexual sword." Someday you'll find it useful.

Asher hung the sword on her waist.

Why did you turn it down anyway? Let's go. You could have been sponsored by the Sun Church, right?]

"Don't joke around."

Not knowing whether the sun god is after him or not. If you are unlucky, you will enter the enemy's home base.

Confrontation with God in the Holy Land was, to say the least, suicide.