Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"We should at least make a treaty grave for him."

Asher rolled his foot. The floor trembles and the foundation collapses. The basement slowly begins to be buried.

"Have a good rest there."

Passing through the falling debris, Asher went out to the room where the torture tools were placed. The amplification died down when the ring between the tools was lightly beaten and broken.

"Five with this."

Asher pulled out. The basement was confined to rubble and could no longer enter.

I have a question.]

Nsir said in a subdued voice.

[Does he have to do this?] You have the devil's weapon. You can just walk around and use a little bit of power to destroy the whole city.]

"I'm telling you now.”

[Because I can't afford to be bothered]]

This city is a city of sinners. So far, he has been reluctant to comment because of innocent people, but not anymore.

If you burst like that, the properties will explode one by one, and if you take care of this place that has lost its power, it's over. You don't have to break it down like this.]

"You're right.”

The Devil's weapon has the power to eradicate at least one city. It is possible even if it is clumsy to deal with.

"But it's not what I want."

It was not his purpose to simply kick him out. There was something else he wanted.

"With all this fuss, he'll be making a decision."

[…Ah.]

The sword burst into laughter as if it had realized it.

You're a real nut, aren't you? Do you really think that's possible?]

"There's nothing impossible. Something similar happened before.”

When Motorola was on the verge of collapse by the heroes, Mariana made a decision.

"There's no way you can't do it once or twice."

He has now removed five properties and destroyed the city. It was quite a while, and the city was too quiet.

There are people who attack from time to time, but that is literally a minority. an ungrouped number

The land of the god of light. It couldn't have been so simple.

"It's about time."

***

"Oh, my God....”

In a small church, Motorola's priest groaned. Buildings collapse and the ground goes out. It was the first sight I saw since the Holy Land was born.

"…not like this."

The priest shook his head. I picked up the key and put it under the cult.

with a slurping sound

The statue of worship was slowly pushed away with a roar. There was a road to the basement. The priest went down swallowing his saliva.

"You were here."

In the basement, an old man with a long beard sat still and prayed. The priest knelt down. He hit his head in prayer to God and said quietly.

"I see the great God's representative."

The old man did not answer. He was still praying to his god with his hands together.

In the end, the priest who could not endure opened his mouth first.

"The city is collapsing. God's proxy."

“…….”

"Half of the castles have been destroyed, and hundreds of our congregation have also died. The city has been broken and its function has been stopped. It's going to take at least a few decades to get back."

The old man remained unanswered. The priest hit his head again.

"The believers are fighting for their lives, but it's a limit. Please, it's time to make a decision. Great God's representative."

But the old man still didn't answer. The priest waited with his head banged on without urging. Dozens of minutes later, the old man's mouth opened.

"Wait."

The old man spoke in prayer.

"God has not made a decision yet.

"But… but we're all dying!"

The priest shouted loudly, but the old man didn't move an eyebrow.

"We are followers of the great God. That's all we have."

And he is a saint, a man who represents the will of God. His worth comes from there.

So, he couldn't do anything until God had given his will.

"Everything from God, our actions and values. It all comes from God."

Even if the Holy Land is attacked, even if its life is in danger, it will not move if God has not given his will. Although he was a fanatic, the priest only bit his lips and did not move as if he was convinced.

"God, please save us....”

"Don't be distrustful. Have faith without fail. That's our job."

"Ah… great man!"

The priest tore his head to the ground in admiration. As soon as the old man tried to join his hands together to pray, something struck the old man.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The old man's pupils expand and his body trembles. Dark darkness engulfed the old man, captivating the human mind.

"God! Aah! Aah! Aah! Got it! Everything goes your way!"

"Si, has God given you a trust?"

"Yes!"

The old man pulled himself up like a stout young man. He opened his arms with his eyes full of madness.

"God's will has descended on me!"

The old man's mouth was watering.

"Let's go! Let's drive the unbelievers out of the holy land!"

***

"He's coming."

The crowd began to gather one by one. Asher put his ax in and sat on a chair in the square in the middle of the city.

The number of people was increasing, and now it is hard to count. All the city's combatants, congregation, were gathering. They appeared one by one in the square.

"Distrust."

They split up and an old man appeared. He looked familiar. a saint of Motorola Bacrosa.

"You look old."

"How dare you turn our Holy Land into this, a unbeliever!”

The priest next to Bacrosa shouted. Asher clicked his tongue.

"Do the right thing in order. I wasn't interested in you.”

Motorola was the first to attack him.

"When you press it, it pops out."

"He is a dirty mistrust, but he has given me the honor of being called by the great God himself."

The priest gritted his teeth.

"How dare you resist! You impolite!"

It was to say who was crazy when they heard it, but the priest was more serious than anyone else. Not only the priest but also the believers next to him nodded sympathetically.

"You're crazy.”

It was nothing new because they were originally crazy people. Bacrosa took a step forward.

"Kneel before the great god. Mistrust."

"Long time no see, Bacrosa."

Asher waved her hand. Bacrosa's face instantly hardened.

"…you."

His name had never been known to the outside world. The only people who knew the name of Bacrosa were believers.

"Why do you have that name?"

"Did you forget already? We used to hang out like that."

Of course, for killing and fleeing. Bacrosa spouted roughly at Asher's words.

"The unbeliever is telling a lie."

"If you don't know, you die without knowing."

Asher took out the sword. Bacrosa stepped back.

"Go, my God! Give your life to God and crush the unbelievers!"

***

At the end of Bacrosa's words, hundreds of believers gathered around him disappeared. Hundreds of people jumped over Asher's head, sideways, and tried to attack.

"Get rid of it."

Although it was an overwhelming amount, Asher made fun of her fist as if it was annoying.

Coooooooooong!

As power pressure spreads, the bodies of believers who were falling float in the air. Asher takes out the devil's weapon. Lightly draw a diagonal line, and everything in orbit falls and breaks.

a quadduck

Slap and kick. He tries to stick to it somehow and hit it, but he doesn't get stabbed.

Even if there is a leap in space, most believers are ordinary people. On the other hand, Asher's body breaks even steel. Like ants rushing to humans, nothing is achieved and falls down.

There is no fear in their faces. I could only see the joy of going back to God.

"Dirty guys."

Asher exudes contempt and waves his hand. It becomes a mess just as it jumps at the messy wavelength.

"Ah! God! Great God! Coming to you!"

The priest turns his eyes back and runs with a dagger. Asher moved her hand toward the priest who ran recklessly. The priest who hit the wall drooped.

"You are a disgusting bunch.”

There was a deep contempt for Asher's voice. All the believers disappeared and Bacrosa, who remained alone, prayed quietly.

"May they enter the arms of the great God."

"Get rid of it and call me quickly."

This is a holy ground. No matter how much I lost my power, I could exert a minimal amount of influence in it.

"Distrust, you can't handle it."

Bacrosa opened his hand. Five properties that Asher could not break were placed on the palm of her hand. Bacrosa reached for the sky.

"God! I'm coming to see you!"

The property is liberated and the latent power permeates Bacrosa.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Coooooooooong!

The divine power ripples. The fortress of Motorola was directly powered by God.

The great power of God descended upon man.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! What the heck!"

Asher turned to an unbecoming scream. The plunderer clung to the wall in fright.

You're alive. Asher burst into laughter.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..”

Bacrosa's eyes tremble and the body begins to twitch.

The power of God cannot be overcome by man. The soul becomes confused and loses its will. The ego as a human disappears and only God's power remains.

That was a kind of personal cult dedicated to oneself.

"God... God... To you…."

Bacrosa stumbles with a confused mind. A faithful believer devotes his everything to God. have not a speck of self-interest in one's

Anyone who believes in God will admire, admire, and respect him. Even the unbeliever should have been heartbroken by the faithfulness.

"Dirty things."

But Asher despised them.

The believers give everything to God. Thoughts, values, even wills.

So they have no qualms about acting. He has no feelings for killing unbelievers and corrupting people. I think it's right because it's God's will.

It was not a human being, it was just an accessory to God. Asher held the sword proudly.

"I am here as myself."

He received no help from anyone.

He was not cared for by anyone.

He received no help from anyone.

It is his own will that he has trained swordsmanship, and it is his will that he is here in the present place. It was an act of his own volition.

"So come. They are made by humans and revered by humans."

Whoo!

Darkness spreads in all directions. The predator can no longer hold out and droop as he opens his eyes.

Bacrosa's black eyes headed for Asher. Something transcendent, unlike humans, directed at Asher.

Soon Bacrosa's body swelled up. Instead of the human body, the shape of the monster takes the place. Lee Hyung's figure is carved and slowly grows his figure.

"That."

Asher clicked her tongue as she watched the form of it.

The shape is familiar. Four legs, protruding snout, and a sleek curved body.

A giant black dog appeared.

Crazy Arcade.

The dog cried.

"You made up your mind."

a dog of this type

Asher knew what that was like.

"God's Dog."

Motorola, which serves Mariena, is a huge religious group, and like religion, Motorola also had its own personalities and God-assisted beings.

That dog is one of them that grows up eating darkness, known to protect Mariena.

Cr...

The existence that only came out of the Bible appeared in the world.

"It's not normal for Mariana."

But Asher laughed.

"I can't believe you brought that. You don't want to protect the Holy Land."