Reincarnation of the Sword Master

Le Penia swung the sword. The power of the black type rushed toward the assassin.

The murderer punched out his fist. The force of the collision type exploded and scattered, but only reduced the intensity. The remaining powers were still rushing to devour the mercenary.

The murderer stepped on the ground. As the floor collapsed, the wave of power swept all over. The power of this type was crushed away.

"It's rude to do this in reality!"

Chariot shouted and raised both hands. Al-hyun-sil began to vibrate slowly, making a deep sound.

"The king will understand!"

Her cry broke the reality. The ceiling and walls were broken and flew at an arrow-like speed toward the assassin.

Whoo-hoo!

Fragments that struck the body of the mercenary were broken down. Each and every fragment was a piece of debris to kill the mahjong because it contained the power of Chariot, but there was no blow to the mercenary. Chariot put his hand down with a sick look.

"What kind of power is that?"

"Dragon was called the guardian of the earth."

a watchman on the ground, guarding the ground from all kinds of monsters That's another name for the dragon.

The power of a hero is basically outside the world, nothing different from this type. It was a plausible story that the dragon's bloodline was not affected by the power of the people.

Asher stepped forward to Chariot.

"Get back."

"Pavgeha!"

Lephenia flew to the murderer with the power of his brother. The murderer's hand moved.

The black force around her body slowly shrank away. Le Penia tried to resist, but as the candle shook uneasily from her mouth, her strength slowly began to disappear.

"If you don't kill me, you die."

"Pavgehaha..."

Asher took Lephenia's shoulder as soon as her strength was finally completely cut off and the dragon's fist was about to strike her.

"Oh, Asher?"

Asher threw Le Penia back.

Kagagak!

The scales and the sword struck. The mercenary has receded. The assassin looked down at my hand.

The scales, which were not even scratched by the forces of Le Penia and Hiban, were split and red solid lines were seen.

“…….”

The murderer smiled after a brief stint. He ran toward Asher and Asher picked up the sword. There was a tumble of up and down.

The assassin avoided an upheaval for the first time. As if he knew he shouldn't be beaten, he made a violent move and waved his fist at Asher.

Asher ducked her head, dodged her fist and threw a sword. The murderer narrowly escaped the sword, which moved with a sharp sound. He twisted himself and kicked Asher in the leg.

Whoo-hoo!

There was a sound of cannon hitting the wall. The mercenary's eyes wriggled. He murmured on Asher's leg, which had not moved an inch by inch.

"You look like a monster."

Wedge!

The sword drew a diagonal line. The mercenary quickly pulled back, but the sword struck his chest. Asher brushed the sword.

"Your blood is the same.”

A red line was drawn on the murderer's chest, and blood was flowing. The murderer, who was looking at it for a while, grinned.

"This is my blood.”

"You're saying you've never seen it."

"I've never actually seen it. Because no one has ever hurt me.”

He denies all the power of the people, and his own body is the body of the Ironman. He had never felt pain or hurt. Asher laughed in vain.

"It sounds like a monster.”

"Who are you to hurt my body? Your power is strange. Nothing hurt my body that did nothing harm.”

"My strength is not alien."

His power belonged to a whole human being. Even if the Yongsar drove away the power of the people, it had nothing to do with him.

"I'm always indebted to you.”

The murderer burst into a happy smile again. The sword and fist moved.

Kagagak!

The mercenaries dug into Asher's arms, avoiding an oracle. On the grasp of the hand extended toward his neck, Asher bent down to avoid and moved his hand. They spread the streets.

"…it hurts."

The scales of the dragon's arm were cut off and red blood was flowing. He looked down at my arm with a look of alienation.

"This is pain.”

"I'm more comfortable with you."

Asher brushed the blood off the sword. His range was very small, confined to the sword.

It's hard to deal with big guys like monsters and dragons in the sea, but a dragon is the size of a human being. There was nothing too difficult for him.

"You could kill me. Captain of Guards."

They were Le Penia and Hivan. Chariot was watching silently. The assassin looked at Asher with dim eyes.

"And if you look at it... You were the only one of us who didn't contradict. He lived as a human being and died as a human being. I walked with no doubt about my own path."

Regrets hung in the eyes of the murderer.

"What do I look like to you? Do you think I'm really corrupt?"

It was a word with deep emotion. Asher answered casually, although it may have been meaningful as a mercenary.

"I'm not interested."

"…cool, you were. They didn't pay much attention to us.”

"But if, you made your own choice."

He stands between man and dragon and hates both sides, and he chooses to suffer for himself with his feelings.

"I respect you. But I despise you if it's the way you're going now that you're not judging, you're just a weak person who doesn't belong anywhere, and you're not choosing anything."

The weakness killed the Dragonians and some humans. The inhabitants of the Highlands also abandoned their homes.

"Don't try to escape with death. If you're going to die, take responsibility and die."

The mercenary laughed bitterly.

"If it were possible, I wouldn't have made this choice in the first place."

The assassin threw himself at Asher with a gloomy face. The sword moved, but the mercenary did not try to avoid it unlike before.

The skin peeled off and the scales were cut off. Although he frowned or groaned at the pain he suffered for the first time in his life, the Yongsar did not change his expression like a dead man.

The mercenary hit his fist on the floor. The unstable rocking floor finally collapsed and collapsed, and the bodies of the mercenaries and Asher fell to the floor. Le Penia, who was watching, screamed.

"Asher!"

They rushed toward the rubble. The dust settled and the dragon and Asher were seen. Highban groaned.

"Ah…."

A sword was embedded in the murderer's chest. The Dragon Slayer looked at his chest and relaxed his neck.

"…that's it."

His eyes slowly began to burn off. All sorts of emotions passed through his eyes. He opened his trembling lips.

"I'm sorry…".”

With an apology to whom it was unknown, the eyes of the murderer were closed. Chariot sank down.

A great hero who made his name known to the world by defeating Maryong, who was burning the world, and killing countless times of dragons.

Fabgeha died like that.

***

Asher pulled out a sword. When he lifted the blood-stained sword, blood flowed down and soaked his hand.

'I don't feel good.’

He killed an old friend with his hand. There have been some times, but this was different. The owner of the bottom was similar to suicide because he gave the power to Geron himself, and the king of the Kingdom of Ravia helped him kill himself, with their permission.

But this time, he killed his old friend with his hands. The murderer gave up his life on his own will, in hostility to him.

Asher closed her eyes and collected her feelings. When his thoughts were somewhat organized, he turned to Le Penia.

"Pavgehaha..."

"What the hell. Why are you?"

They were more shocked than Asher. Unlike Asher, Yongsals are like them. In a way, it was safe to see their future.

'I hope you realize this.’

He could not decide what he was, and he was confused and could not belong anywhere. It was the word of a hero and the ugliest thing he has ever seen.

And it was a story that included the same heroes. Le Penia, who collapsed, slowly stood up.

"First of all... I can't leave it like this. Let's bury it somewhere."

"If you want.”

Asher picked up the body of the murderer and fled the kingdom of Hagan into an unnamed forest nearby.

"This will do."

Chariot moved his hand to reveal the soil of the ground. Deep and deep, the ground was dug out of sight, and the body of the mercenary was put there. Again covered in dirt, Riot laughed bitterly.

"That's shabby."

"This is the limit."

The Yongsar invaded the Kingdom of Hagan and killed humans. I couldn't expect anything like a luxurious grave as a hero.

"I know. It's just a mess. Everyone remembers the murderer, but there are only three people who know the tomb."

Chariot looked up and looked at the horizon beyond the forest.

"After all, the dragon didn't come back."

"There is a high possibility that even the remaining dragons have been killed."

It's a dragon, but at the same time I hated them. It was impossible to know how the twisted mercenary would have acted.

"…I'm going to make a choice.”

Lephenia grumbled as if she were determined to do it herself.

"I'm not going to be confused. I will clarify the way I have to go on my own. No matter what I am, I don't change."

Asher did not reply to her own words.

The Dragon Slayer died, and the Kingdom of Hagan was liberated. However, they stayed in the kingdom for a few more days without immediately moving elsewhere.

The castle and the city of the Highlands were destroyed by their fighting. He began to recover in the name of responsibility.

And it was more like an excuse. They needed time to organize their minds, and the restoration of the city was enough time to clean up.

The speed was as fast as the power of the hero. Chariot's power was very powerful in these places. Within just two days, the debris was almost cleared up, and their minds were slowly stabilizing.

[Oh.]

And N'Sir woke up.

***

At the sudden sound of a voice, Asher put down the jerky. The voice rang again.

[Oh, can you hear me?] Hmm. Should I set it up differently? I'm confused because it's been so long.]

"I can hear you."

Asher said. A familiar voice rang out.

[What?] I can hear you. How long has it been?]

"It hasn't been that long. Nsir."

Asher took out the sword of the waistline. He was humming, turning black gray, which was shining golden.

[Sighs] I think a lot has changed.]

"It's a time of upheaval, so it's possible."

Ansir. A person who knows everything about the sword that was locked in the door of the sword. Being sealed to the sword, and related to this type.

The existence that disappeared when Oreau was taken back, is now back.

"Where did he go?"

I've been organizing my memories.]

The voice of N'Sir was different from before. It was calmer, more subdued.

What I am. Why you're stuck in this place. This and that. I need to organize my speech. They keep trying to overlap.]

"Do you realize now?"

[What about it?]

Enshir said with a displeasing tone.

[It would have been better if I didn't know about this]