Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

When Raylan separated himself from the battle against Apopis, in the treasure trove there was me who liberated the Sword God and already liberated the power of the Sword Shadow to its fullest.

The giant armored warrior was desperately responding to Ares' agile movements by pulling out an extra sword in both hands.

"Kuh! Vajra double-knife!

A swinging sword shadow ginseng style Vajra double-cutting knife in front of him and a crossed Ares shooter raise the spark.

I was gonna buy you some time, but it's outrageous. There's no way this guy can keep me warm and fight, and I was used early for the trump card sword shadow ginseng ceremony.

It was an unfavourable situation even with a sword shadow ginseng ceremony, with the ability to be close to Sophie's Havens Sword.

"Cut it off!"

Sword Shadow put his strength into both his arms trying to push them off at once. But Ares, who had crossed Shortel like a scissor to receive a giant knife, inadvertently overpowered him and diverted the power of the sword shadow.

The knife blushes Ares and pierces him as he grinds the floor directly next to him. Don't miss that moment. He runs up the Vajra double-knife and flies the sword shadow's neck.

"Chi!

The sword shadow with its neck flying falls on its back about, and the level goes down from a giant armored warrior to a human-sized skeleton samurai.

There is no amount of soul left to revive the Sword Shadow again in the ceremonial state, and his abilities have been reduced to the ceremonial form.

Ares, who broke the sword shadow ginseng ceremony, is a distance away from here, and when he shook down the shooter he had erected from the big upper section, it seems that Shortel will also be a boomerang, and the sword thrown will aim at my neck.

I manage to fly a neck hunting shooter flying in with black iron while the humhum and wind cut sound, but shortly afterwards a second shooter slashes my shoulder and blood dances.

At the same time that I break down my posture, Ares enters a shoulder-protruding shoulder tackle posture.

"Sword Shadow!

When I scream, the sword shadow that became the samurai of the wreckage breaks forward to shelter me.

The sword shadow I let in with cover was easily crushed with Ares' shoulder tackle. The impact of the tackle will not ease, and I will be blown to the wall with you.

The fragmented boned sword shadow returns to the original samurai figure when it sounds reloaded from the smartphone.

"It's just so strong..."

Forcing Sword Shadow to take his place in the inevitable attack, and managing to absorb the attack, is finally a state of affairs.

When I drop my gaze on my smartphone for a moment, I see that the status of the sword shadow is displayed, that it is down and that my soul level is close to zero already. Perhaps the next time a sword shadow is attacked, it will not be possible to maintain the ceremonial form either.

"Gaaaaaaaaaa!!

An ambitious Ares showed a high jump he'd never shown before, flying over the head of a sword shadow and jumping in front of me in a flash.

I played the rolled out shooter, waved my sword aggressively, and slashed Ares' left arm. It was a perfectly lucky hit, and Ares didn't want to fly right away while holding her arm down, even though she didn't even get in deep.

…………

Why? It should have been overwhelmingly advantageous, spinning your head at high speeds, thinking.

On second thought, his offense almost starts on the left, and he realizes that his left hand is unusually powerful. Cloudy sunny eyes peeking through his full-face helmet, that's his left eye too. When I thought of it, it was centered on the left when like a black bubble erupted from his back.

"This guy... he's cursed around his left half..."

And I realize that there might be a reversal of this if it were. It's common sense among gamers that anything that glows red is weak.

Thinking about trying it, Ares jumps up high again. I deliberately lowered the sword shadow and lured it here.

Almost ignored gravity to intercept his red glowing eyes.

"Gaaaaaa!!

Match the counter to Ares, who danced through the universe with a beastly ambition, but sounded a dull metal sound and the black iron blow was held back by Shortel.

The landed Ares dived directly under me and stabbed this knife and a duplicitous Shortel in my lap.

One Shortel pierced my thigh, and the second sword swung down from the upper level, but the sword shadow that jumped into the dugout, took my place and attacked me.

The sword shadow blown off his neck by that clap takes another step down in the level, making him look like a stuffed animal.

"Excuse me! Back!

Turn the sword shadow from a solid state to a spiritual state and let it disappear. To make a mistake, when he cut it off with black iron, he didn't fly behind his back on the backstep.

"The sword shadow is out of soul (gas missing) on top of being hit in the foot"

Totally zilli poor. I'm suspicious you might be able to take the next attack.

Only a glimmer of visible reversal buds also realize they are hopeless when they see the blood pouring out of their dodgy dogs and thighs.

Ares at a distance crosses Shortel into an assault posture.

"That's inevitable..."

The counter's failure came high with the sword shadow's incapacity for combat and his own right leg.

"It's hard to target when it's slaughter... then you poke it"

But still, I'm after the counter. Grasp the black iron with only your right hand, drop your hips and take a half-body stance toward Ares. Stand by with your left hand in the upper poking position. The structure is reminiscent of the Hustler of Billiards.

With my legs immobile, this was the only way I could float against a guy who stormed me with bullet-like mobility.

A counter of death that throws away defenses and exploits the opponent's speed. Take it off and this neck will fly. Assault, however, is arguably the easiest to target as long as it is timed because it is a linear motion.

A tactic of war close to being half-assed to consider a strong man who understands this one as the overwhelming weak and bounces back his opponent's collision damage as it is.

"Hey Sand King Ares. It's an honor to do it with you, who called me a hero. I've been polished risking my life and soul, I think your sword moves are really beautiful. I think that belief is still at the tip of the sword..."

I know you never got my word. But for the first time in this situation, I was realizing what this hero and I had in common.

"I'm sure you've lived as a king, as a hero, carrying all sorts of things and waving your sword, haven't you? I know it's hard to compare with you, but I've been fighting to protect you a lot. I'm getting stronger by fighting for someone, I'm sympathetic to that neighborhood, and I want to help you, not take you down, if I can."

I throw up all the blood in my mouth.

"You've been dead since I gave you my word on this land. A lot of people cried for you. I don't think I can be such a fine king, but there's a woman (Pharaoh) who cried because of you. I'm not gonna make him cry again. This is my will and my faith."

Ares makes a metal noise with the kid to cross Shortel. It's like waking up a pistol shooting iron and declaring that I'm going to kill you now, too.

"Come Sand King. I'll free you from the curse."

The bullet of death erected on the X-shape was loaded, crushed and fired upon the stone floor.

I see countless evil spirits on the backs of rampant heroes, capturing impending death.

Don't be afraid, don't imagine a future where your neck will blow.

A special sword knitted by the Sand King to cut through the land. Remember that mission, O proud sword used to protect the people.

Don't be drunk by the curse. Get that pride back!

"Rahhhhhhhh!!!

Ordinary King VS Hero King, black iron counter with full force intersects Ares' Sand King sword.

The metal noise only rings for a moment.

Ares, who gained momentum in the assault, stopped at the wall, far behind me.

Keep quiet, turn your backs on each other.

I lay my eyes down. The blade of black iron deviated slightly to the left of Ares' helmet, and the worn helmet raised the spark to prevent it.

The second counter came off. The hero who was closest to God. After all, you can't reach it with as much power as I can?

But as Ares looked back at this one, the full-faced helmet smashed and scattered with a crisp sound. At the same time, a large amount of blood flows out of Ares' cloudy red eyes.

The blade of black iron did reach the hero.

"but ahhhh!

Groaning bitterly, Ares' true face reveals hidden in her worn helmet.

The left half of the wounded face was eroded and stained black by the curse, but the red eyes were destroyed, causing the juju and the sound of black smoke to rise from his body.

Ares decided his own left eye, which was the cause of the pain, and threw the broken red eye down on the spot. Then the curse draws as I glance from his body.

Groaning agonized Ares looks at me with a rough breath. His eyes had not been offended by the curse anymore, and he had regained his original human eyes.

"What happened to me..."

I was impressed with Ares when he first uttered people's words.

"Ares -"

It's a miracle. He saved me.

I guess those red eyes were at the core of the curse. Pharaoh will be delighted.

The minute I thought that, my chest cracked to the cross and a blood splash broke.

At the same time that I smashed Ares' eyes, the Sand King's sword was also taking a fatal blow to me.

When you vomited blood, it fell from your knees. There's a lot of blood coming out of my body falling on a blush, dyeing the stone floor bright red.

Ares is the only one standing in the treasure trove, and this result is something everyone knew.

What this one can do is plan harmony. But the most insane thing about this scene is that my sword has reached the hero king.

You can do it. I'll praise myself for painting. At the same time, when consciousness rapidly grew white, the power of the Sword God liberation was lifted, and I returned to my original appearance.

Ares, who lost her left eye, was surprised and woke up as she approached me.

"Are you all right!?

"Curse... you've broken it..."

"Oh, yeah. Hold on! Your blade freed me!

"Well... good..."

"Hold on! Help me. It's ridiculous that you're gonna die!

"It was best to defeat the curse and help me too... well it would be enough to defeat the curse. Pharaoh... wants to see you..."

"Hey! Hold on!

Ares speaks out desperately. I know you'd be seriously ill, but isn't it weird that you're seriously ill because Ares is like a ghost right now? and thinks in fading consciousness.

Seeing the powerless boy, Ares continued to raise his voice.

But in the meantime the cracked red eyes that had been thrown away were swelling up the black bubbles.

The curse had lost its host, Ares, and it was on the verge of rampage.

Realizing that, Ares set up the Sand King's sword.

"Are you still alive?"

But Ares' body had been extended by a curse, and there was no power left to fight now that the curse was broken.

Cursed red eyes seem to be trying to make the next host a fallen king, approaching as they grow themselves (curses) like bumps and smoke.

"I will not let this brave man be like me."

Ares wields Shortel, but the curse kicks Ares and blows him away.

"Damn...... I will never let you do it!

When Ares rises again, the red eye curse tries to crush Ares' body, not just saying, "You're not needed anymore".

"Pluto Thunder (Thunderbreak)!!

Inazu flied like a snake in the treasure trove, and the curse of red eyes frightened.

At the same time I hear Shan, Shan and the scepter.

Alles familiar with the sound pointed his gaze at the entrance to the treasure trove, where there was the figure of Seto, the black beast man with a cane.

Behind it was a Pharaoh with a golden glow.

"Long time no see, weak man."

"Seto......"

"Lord, have you lost your eyes a little while? It's just right for the lord of the pit."

"Pharaoh...... why are you here?

When Ares asks, Pharaoh shows a small box of gold.

"Ah, his people used this box and summoned the concubines into the pyramid"

Seto is blood. When he could hold a fallen boy in the midst of the whole town, he deposited his body with Pharaoh.

"He risked his life to let me go"

"I know all the circumstances. You were captured by Apopis before you went to the underworld. And he's never won a battle that frees him from the curse."

When Pharaoh touched the fallen boy as merciful, he found that his life was about to close soon.

"Fight for someone, that soul is noble, don't you think?

"Ha... you're right"

Kneeling Seto drips his head deep into Pharaoh.

"He doesn't want you to cry again."

"Well... you're not a good man"

As disturbing such a reunion, the curse of red eyes approaches Pharaoh as he drags his cheats and himself in search of a host.

"Seto, give me divine punishment for anything that hinders my glory."

"Ha!"

Seto goes out in front of Pharaoh and throws a tin wand, howling like it sounds all over the pyramid.

"Soaring Black Silver Underworld God [Vamp Up Battle Return]"

When a spell is spun that strengthens itself, Seto's upper body muscles become enlarged and hardened like metal. The figure, wrapped in muscle armor, transforms into such a giant body that even the neck of the dragon is likely to snap with a single blow.

Seto, whose ”transformation” was complete, held both his fists vigorously as he exhaled white breath from his mouth.

"Ugly monster who scorns the king's way, Seto, the underworld god, will bring your souls back to the world of ignorance. Carve the drill of my martial arts into its body! Woo-hoo!!

Seto twists down the curse of his growing red eyes with his fist.

The curse also transforms its appearance from just a bubble to a pink black serpent. But Seto bites off the curse with overwhelming muscle strength (power), slaps him down, and kicks him to pieces.

"Pluto's Special Hot Wind Punch No!!

Even Seto's steel fist, which is likely to be pierced by a single blow, punches through the snake's belly and punches a wind hole.

When he finds the red eye, the nucleus, out of the serpent of the curse, he pulls it apart once with a butch and a sound, purifying it with his fist.

"O black gods, stain the darkness and equal the foolish soul, give it an end and a doom!!

When there was a bee and black lightning coming from Seto's fist holding his eyes, his red eyes completely crushed and returned to the sand. At the same time, the serpent evaporated and disappeared.

"Undercover complete."