The wind of Mutia's hammer blends with my blade shadow.
The apostles didn't care that we two were hanging out.
“Where!”
“How dare you?"
“I'll leave you alone! The king of heresy!”
The apostles rushed in with one, two, and all of their posture. It was not madness that stood in their eyes. It wasn't just fanatics.
Loyalty to God they believe in.
The upright desire to repay God's blessing burned hot in the apostles' eyes.
“Excellent.”
I was impressed.
“But I already warned you. ”
And I wielded my sword in awe. You bite the target like the venom of five black snakes.
“ ------!! "
Left eye, right eye. The vocal chords, the backside. Ojiang and Gyeongsaw.
Every time my blade touched, a terrible scream followed my tail.
I can never endure it, and only [unharmed] parts of the human pain are excreted.
“Ahhhh!”
It wasn't just that.
"......!......!"
I remembered where I suffered for the apostles. And the apostles chewed their teeth, grunting and hitting the exact same spot every time they came back. I pierced the hole again and cut the place down again.
“Huff, huff! Ah, uh--"
Scream. Scream. And scream.
When Mutia and I were going to do the workshop, the two of us were screaming and blending in.
"You're scaring us into an efficient fight. ”
Mutia is flat. A thorough assessment. I also agreed to return it in detail.
“It's not as efficient as Dagu. ”
“Surprisingly, many people insist on fire. But your methods of battle do not only kill, but inflict more pain than death. Maybe that's how you climbed the tower. ”
“I can't help thinking about humans. I'd be a little more impressed if I was crazy for my guests at the wedding venue who were attacked by the goldfish. ”
“They are not my followers. ”
“Is it over?”
“What?"
“I got a good look at the first, second and third targets. ”
Xiaoang!
I punched Mutia.
“Is it over?”
rushed in.
“Even if you're a shiny constellation in the Milky Way, it's not because of the glitter. ”
Mutia attacks, and I fall for her.
“Even if your apostles boast of nothingness, it is thanks to [the unknown]. You're just a bunch of people who run around believing in their unscathed bodies. Therefore, I cannot be the one to inflict pain on anyone. ”
You swing the five swords together.
Checkmate.
The swords turn into a black storm and devastate the area. “Ugh!", "Ah”, “Mutia!” The apostles flew away with a short scream. Kuang! Dozens have flew over the Colosseum's walls and fallen into the sedimentary rock.
“I have been a monarch of a war organization for thousands of years, only to capture the fabric in the blade. ”
There were apostles who did not fly away even after being forced by the sword. They bite their teeth. "Profit……!” Some people slam the ground with a hammer and endure it with their strength.
Fantastic.
You stabbed them, one by one, specifically to wield your sack's sword.
“My master slashed Sultan with a single sword, and my son and disciple conquered the continent with only one body. My daughter and advisor can slash the earth with a single blow, and my Gayoung can tear down the steeple of the tower with a single knife. ”
Then there was no more apostle to endure.
[The constellations watching the fight swallow their breath.]
[The Lonely Savior is silent.]]
[The Eternal Plain Horse is silent.]]
[The incarnation of love and lust is silent.]]
In the middle of an artificial inferno.
I stood resolutely, looking down at the falling constellation.
“Finally, I am the descendant of the sword. ”
“So, here's the question. ”
Bang gük.
“Is it over? ”
I smiled.
“If not, write your surrender agreement. As a souvenir, I'll give you my pen. ”
“Cocky! ”
Mutia reveals her molars.
“I'll take you down first! ”
The golden constellation is on fire.
["The Cow of the Ruins" requests an oath to the Tower.]
[Designate Sanctuary.]
The golden eyes are stained with blood.
[Approve.]
[As of this time, this place is owned by the 'Cow of the Waste Harvest’.]
The sky is red.
[He is the destroyer and recreator. Worship him.]
“He who destroys and recreates, bow down! ”
The apostles who had fallen on the rocks, who were groaning in pain and kneeling on their knees, sang as if they had vomited the last blood.
“He who destroys and recreates, bow down! ”
Again.
“He who destroys and recreates, bow down! ”
The moment the apostles praised their god for the third time.
[The Cow of the Waste Harvest expresses its power.]]
Wood Duck.
Bones were crushed all over my body.
"......!"
It was a familiar sensation. The pain of muscle and blood failing to withstand the error. I immediately tried to adapt to this pain by reducing the amount of error that flows through my body.
But I didn't have to.
Is there an error or not? ’
The error that was playing in my veins also evaporated in an instant.
- Zombie Kim!
I lost my strength all over.
- You're old now!
Well, I could ask. I could say, "What does that mean?" Instead of taking time out of questions and confrontations, I accepted the fact that the messenger was telling the truth.
I shined my face on the blade.
"......."
I opened my lips.
“Indeed.”
The voice that came out of my mouth, it was definitely mine, but somehow it was a little old.
A blade as transparent as a mirror.
“Here's the thing. ”
There was an elderly man.
3.
The memory in your head.
It's like a tape recurring because it's broken.
- The cattle harvesting the ruins are Mutia.
The Inquisitor said:
- The main area of control is destruction and re-creation.
That's been in my memory for a long time.
It was not an impressive engraved memory, but an unsolved mystery that remained.
- Simple but powerful!
Why "Destruction" and "Re-Creation"?
Destruction was simple. I knew it. The image of the spirit of the Golden Hawk striking down the visible with a hammer was literally a destroyer's phenomenon.
But what about re-creation?
- Simple but powerful!
Which of the images that the golden age showed is suitable for "re-creation"?
- Simple, but...
And I realized...
- Powerful,
What is destruction and recreation in this world at the same time?
- I will!
Regression.
Or time itself.
- The main area of control is destruction and re-creation!
Yes, it is.
The golden age did not have to show the ease of re-creation.
It was her life that was recreated [already] when Raviel fled from the future as Empress, returned to the past, and intercepted the heart of the Crown Prince with the identity of the baron.
“-- time constantly destroys itself and recreates itself. ”
After a short recollection and a quick deduction.
I spoke in the voice of time.
“Dealing with time. This is your power, Mutia. ”
“What an unfortunate waste. ”
The golden constellation mutters. Unlike what had previously been described, this time there was a real admiration in his voice.
“The blade you wield is fierce, but not as sharp as your head. ”
“There's a reason the congregation and the apostles are so loyal. ”
Yeah, it is.
Everything was understood.
I looked around as I lowered my blade.
“These are the people who have no wishes for you. Instead of trying to make you rich, trying to be healthy, not wishing you were, but wishing you were. Humans who fulfilled their wish to return to the past. ”
"......."
“Everyone here is a regretter. ”
Mutia laughs.
“Indeed! ”
The constellation fixes and grabs the hammer.
The most golden thing in the universe. The god who controls time flew golden hair according to his power.
“I am the reaper of ruins! A man who once again promises a harvest season from humans who wander in ruins, leaving nothing behind! The god who brings forth fruit! Lord of heresy!”
Heaven and earth sway.
“I am Mutia, the ruler of the league and the tyrant! ”
The layers of sedimentary rock dance like a tail.
“Kneel down! Thousand!”
[The Cow of the Waste Harvest expresses its power.]]
[Attrition of Assembly 21364;]]
[Your timeline will change.]
[Your possibilities are fixed.]
“Return to your ruins! ”
The world bites with another landscape.
If you have not met the Sword.
My history is shaken.
If you have not met the sword.
Bloop.
The scourge who always stood by me, the look of the sword, disappears.
One fortune, one fortune, disappears for me.
It is simply replaced by the possibility of any unfavorable timeline.
If you have not met the Inquisitor.
If you have not met the viper.
If you have not met the Earl.
If you have not met the paladin.
If you have not met the Black Dragon Juice.
Like the layer of sediment peeling off one by one.
My time is cleared one line at a time.
If you have not met the Goddess of Protection.
Bloop.
The sword in my hand disappears.
Even the wandering shadows.
If you haven't met Finn Moran in winter.
His pulse rate sank without fail.
If you have not met the goat.
Even the grip of the muscle disappeared without a trace.
If you are old and fallen.
If.
Somehow.
The surrounding landscape is humbled.
Only if you were not the Four Kings.
Ruins.
If you look closely, this was the Harlem of Babylon.
Could it have been burned by the fire?
There were no proper buildings.
The old man took his place here without an owner, slammed his tent between the missing posts, and left behind a toothbrush with a denture mark, a sour paper cup, a crumpled tobacco bag, and pieces that wouldn't even be treated as antiques.
“I'll say it again. ”
But no matter how humble the surroundings were, I was not as humble as myself.
Hands that have never held a sword.
A foot that has never climbed a tower.
The heart has never been drunk in a victory.
“Kneel before me. ”
Cough.
In front of me, coughing helplessly, the golden constellation stood at the forefront.
“Sign with me. So, go back in time before you dare kill my child. ”
"......."
“Lord of heresy. Abandon the throne. Abandon your pride. The power of time is admitted to greatness. Then I will forgive you."
“…… Too bad. ”
I nodded and lifted my mouth.
“What do you mean? What a waste of your arrogance. ”
“No…."
Peep.
There was a cry somewhere.
“Your power. ”
Mutia looks back.
“Because, for the first time in my life, I won...."
Extraction of constellations.
There was a little fox with golden fur.
“It's time I killed my first opponent. ”
The moment Mutia's eyes widened.
If you have not met your constellation...
“I'm sorry.”
The fox opens his mouth.
“There is no such thing as ifs. ”
Tick, tick.
“I've decided to dream of the Confucius' reality. ”
The clock is ticking.
[‘Orgol for You’ unleashes its power.]
Tick, tick.
[Deep Reddish Reddish.]
[The universe is vast, but the music is not broad enough.]
[It's not small enough that I can't play your song because I'm small.]
[My universe only plays you.]
A sandstorm blows.
Until ruins, ruined pillars, and antiques, all traces of this life, left no trace, were washed away in the sands of sand and in the desert of time.
Mutia looks around in embarrassment.
What....... "
“My powers are insignificant. The Duke turned me into a worthless piece of junk. At least I can protect the reality of your walking. ”
The fox smiles.
“Piss off, platoon. ”
“This man's time is mine. ”
Peep.
I stroked the fox around my neck like a scarf.
The messenger was still holding his arm by my side, and the sword was still in my hand, and my feet had still stepped on 62 floors.
“That's what happened. ”
My heart was still the beating heart for victory.
“Here.”
Bang gük.
I still smiled as I am now.
“Let's finish this, Mutia. ”