Sword Whisperer

No one denies that Van will be the sword of the next kingdom. Silk, it's not just because he hears the voice of a knife. His natural talents were among the protectors of all time, and the path he had walked was different in size from the history of other protectors.

The strength of the examination is proportional to his footprint. And given the half-pile of footsteps, there should be nothing his blade could not reach this world.

And so, of course, the royal knights could not accept the landscape they were facing.

[Hoo, Sunwoo family's dog.]

"Off......."

Van empowers the sword with malice. But it was meaningless. His blade was no longer lifted in front of Hagan's thigh. Who can convince this landscape of the alternate kingdom that even the prosecutor who cut off the dark history that had been curling up the night from the beginning could not cut off the human neck?

[Don't do anything meaningless. I do not allow you to cut me.]

Hagan smiles. He slowly lifts his finger and takes it to the half-blade.

And half the blade starts to push.

[There are no seeds that are as difficult to deal with as a grown guardian. Honestly, I can only say that the world really helps me.]

Hagan's gaze swept through Van's body. I felt like my skin was split just by touching my gaze, and I could barely stand half the time I almost stepped back. Hagan nods as if he is gluttonous as if looking at the class.

[Brave.]

"Come now, what the hell are you looking for?"

Van grinds it and asks.

"No one in the kingdom welcomes you."

[It's not a soldier's dowry to find a place that only welcomes me.]

Hagan took a step forward. And each time, Van was forced to push back with a knife. The laws of physics were protected by the disregarded blessings of Hagan. It was a blessing that probably came from his Spirit.

'I can't read his will...?'

I can't do that. Half retreated a step back and grabbed the wallpaper and glass again. The sword that spills out all the world, and the sword that can be turned into all the world, immediately raised dozens of apple trees and overcame Hagan.

Then, Hagan's voice rang.

— I can't touch it.

It was more of an order, than a conviction. A voice with a flawless belief in your absolute self. The voice reminded Van of what he had heard elsewhere. 'Don't doubt it, believe it. Then he must respond.'

And Hagan's belief finally came to fruition in reality. The apple trees that grew around Van fell at a strange angle if they wanted to reach Hagan's side. The world seemed to be talking. I can't dare hurt him with any of those knives.

I instinctively realized that the faith that Hagan had in himself was nothing different from the belief of the congregation towards God. And the fanatical faith was driving his spirit stronger than anyone else's.

— It's too far to reach me.

Hagan's voice echoes again. As I tried to dig up the truth of the words, I felt my body swoop backwards for a moment. Numerous coffins were destroyed. Half of the royals were thrown into the wall, scattering the white bones of those who might have been kings.

"Van!"

[Shh.]

Hagan, who heard Lucas' cry, took his finger to his mouth. It was a childlike attitude, but Lucas did not stand by to stretch out the shortsword in his hand again. I'm not frightened. The experience he had gained and the demonic talent he had held since he was born informed him. No matter what number you use, it doesn't mean anything. I don't think you can fight.

Lucas was forced to give up sooner because he was strong. There was nothing I could do.

And it was then. A mess of bone powder and blood, causing half of the body to struggle. Hagan's new life may be blurred for a while, but he shows up again in front of Van and looks down at him.

[Give up, young Sunwoo. Even now, if I put down my sword and bow my head, it might save your life.]

"…… I mean, it's big, it's pressurized…"

My mouth seems to be torn. I spit a bloody spit, and the fibrillation that hovers in my mouth became more intense. The left shoulder seems to be missing. Half the axially stretched shoulders fit directly into my hands.

Seeing the sound of groaning pouring out between his teeth, Hagan quietly asked.

[Then why don't you quit?]

"What I learned is a knife... Ugh... Since I was a child, I've always grown up trying to understand."

Hold your position. Knowing that blood is leaking all over the body, knowing that you can't fight and win, knowing that you might die, the prosecutor didn't step back.

And looking at the class, Hagan looks like he's sorry for the first time.

[I like you.]

"Is that so? …… I like the enemy who made my family, annihilate, but it must be hard…"

[I'm sure.]

Hagan raised his hand.

[So your sprouts should be stepped on here.]

At the end of that, Van felt a strange sense of disguise covering the world. And at that moment, Van saw something strange. It was inscribed on everything in the world. And within a week, all of those letters began to take the form of a 'knife' towards Hagan's hand.

[Maybe you should give the end of the test with a knife.]

"... it's not nice to have a knife in the hand of someone other than the prosecutor."

[There's nothing to worry about. It'll be heavier than any swordsman.]

I also learned to say that. It wasn't just letters or knives in Hagan's hands. That was literally the world. As a prosecutor who wanted to cut off the world, Van had no choice but to realize how vain I was dreaming. I'm just holding a part of the world in my hands, and the pressure that Hagan's sword is giving me is enormous.

'Well, I might really die. Senior.'

"…… don't sound weak. Van."

Glass voiced. She said in a clear voice.

"I won't let you die. So, fight back. Don't hesitate.

"... Even if I die, you will die too."

Breathing stabilized. Half lowered. Scorpion Sword. Bloody Sword. Swallowing Sword. Scattered Sword. A sword that chases snakes. Invisible Sword. A sword that cuts through the sky. A sword that cuts construction.

— Use the Storm Sword, Van!

Yeah, up to Kishin's Storm Sword. Van recalls all the swords he had learned, dealt with, and touched. If this is really the last moment of his life, shouldn't he at least show a sword as high as ever?

'Anya.... I had something to say.'

'I can't find Dolby. He was going to grow up cute.'

'I wanted to see Luke's end...'

Immediately before death, life pieces are said to pass through the brain like a headlamp. If so, what will a man see after the lampstand passes?

It is now, of course, to come to the end of the past.

So in the face of death, people face reality more clearly than ever before.

I'm exhausted. Just as he would not miss any of the sounds that came to him, just as he would enjoy and indulge in all the sounds that were allowed in his life, he could even hear the beating of the heart of the Royal Knights.

My nose grows dizzy.Starting with a dull smell from a long neglected bone, I read even the unique humidity of a land where the sun is out of reach. The smell of fear, the unpleasant smell of sweat emanating from a nervous body, the smell of iron in the blood that flows from every corner of the body.

The sense of touch rises. The weight of the knife in his hand is clearer than ever, and even the flexibility and depth of the engraved pattern on the grip can be counted.

Beyond the bloody taste that filled my mouth, I felt the sweetness that I had never felt in my saliva. Feeling that the air was somehow squeezing, Van wondered if the world was originally irritating.

Van's eyes widen. As if he would accept all the light that reaches me, Van's eyes look at the text of the Hagan spread on the royal ledge and the Royal Knights frozen without even approaching. His eyes were no longer merely reading the information that light brings. Their thoughts glimpsed beyond their hard-eyed faces, and…….

Beyond the ceiling, which is only darkness, the sun must have already sunset.

[.......]

Hagan hardens his face for a moment. Obviously, where they are now is the sun, not even a torch. Nevertheless, Van began to shine brightly as if he were standing in the sun.

I couldn't give you any more time. Hagan's knife moved. Although the movement was not comparable to that of the other half, the power and power contained in the sword was still a small narrowing of the difference in swordsmanship.

No, it wouldn't be a big deal if it were just a simple knife. Many of the spirits who were with Hagan were forcing the sword of any prosecutor not to dare to break it. Consequently, as long as he could not overcome his will, his sword could not be overcome. It was never easy to pull out a knife against a swordsman.

It seemed like all the souls in the king's lair were killing their breath and watching them. Van hasn't moved. No, it seemed immobile.

But it was the next moment. Once again, the apple tree blooms. It was an apple tree that had already been destroyed by Hagan once. But numerous texts roamed before Hagan's eyes and warned him.

Soon, Hagan understood why the Spirit sought to warn him.

Van's apple tree was shining in the same color as the sun. It was an unpleasant light to just look at him, who had not yet stripped off the Ghost's Goulet.

However, the consequences of those branches were not simply unpleasant.

[Warning, warning!]

[This attack could pose a deadly threat to the ideology!]

['Character Shield' is up!]

Numerous notifications made Hagan's ears and eyes dizzy and disappeared. And it was the next moment. I started to bump into apple trees that were so clear that they were trying to overrun Hagan.

It was not just Hagan's shield. The knife in Hegan's hand was also slamming against Van's knife, making it easier for him to get better.

It was marvellous. If Van had a sword, Hagan had a sword and everything in the world. With only one knife, Van was fighting against all the history of this world held by Hagan. It was the water of a deeply dug well that confronted the waves of the ocean.

'I think I'm a legendary paladin.'

Hagan looks strangely. Half of the light shined by the sun looked exactly like the holy knight written in the Bible. But Hagan did not shrink in front of such a sacred figure. He knew it was a story made by the Crusader. No, it's an unraveled story, to be exact. The paladin was actually just an examination that I thought would speak the power of the sun. There is no such thing as God's will. No, there is. The meaning is not derived from God. The faith of the weak grows.

— Light will fall asleep.

Hagan didn't open his mouth. Nevertheless, his spirit echoed and spread. And with the words out, the sun started to fade a little by half on the apple tree branch.

— The blade will not rule anything.

— What's sharper than iron is Bondi's human tongue.

— Kneel down, Prosecutor.

Numerous texts were aimed at his gaps, embracing Van. The branches of the apple tree moved roughly and tried to shake the texts, but at the end of this consumption it was clear to whom the victor would be caught.

The end is coming. Van felt it. And it was then.

"Get away from my brother, you son of a bitch!"

[……] Foolish.]

Lucas rushes in. A blade that wants to be straight, but keeps making all kinds of changes, bends like a snake, and shoots at all the hedgehogs.

But Lucas' idea was right. Against an overwhelming force like Hagan, it was nothing but a meaningless gesture. His blade could not pierce Hagan's text shield. Nevertheless, Lucas could not stop swinging his sword.

'Even if you can get behind it, you can't stop.'

I would have felt half the same way. I don't think any knife would be meaningless to that monster's opponent. Nevertheless, he did not step back. Despite the obvious pointless gesture, he tried to take it to the last.

Perhaps the most decisive difference between Van and Lucas was in that attitude. The Guardian's blessing will not be overcome by talent alone, and Lucas, who was so selfish, realized that the time had come to stop making excuses at this moment.

And that change wasn't just about Silk Lucas. The Knights, who were just standing in front of a battle that surpassed our level, slowly opened their eyes and set up their swords.

'Ironic.'

Hagan smiles as he looks at the knights. I wanted to put those with that distribution under him. But for him, Hagan had to confront them.

To have a kingdom, he must destroy it.

Hagan's eyes are sharpened. If you have any difficulties to go through, you might want to end this difficult period a little sooner. His mouth was open. Then, a strange language that no one could understand began to flow.

— ——————————!

And it was that moment. The textual shield surrounding Hagan has become increasingly clear. Not only that, the blade in his hand also grew in size and began to take the shape of a burning flame.

Van's light is starting to go out. The power he exerted was the same as that of a circus in the first place. The power brought to the forefront of death is bound to show its end.

As the light began to fade, Van realized that he could not avoid this death. I have work to do. I want to do something. There are people who want to see, who want to make them happy, and who need to meet.

But the reason I have to live is that I don't always allow life.

What tests will he be remembered for?

Van's mouth was open. The fear of death made him drool. The heart seemed to have stopped, and the snowflake was hot as if lava were boiling. Nevertheless, the tears flowing through the bowl were as cold as ice.

Die.

The heart that wanted to be beaten in the face of death withered in the face of a truly definite death. No one can be beaten. Fear of death means living a life that straight. Evidence that I've taken my life that seriously.

I have lived harder than anyone, so I fear death more than anyone.

Therefore, the tears were not pitiful or ugly. Hagan's sword slowly pushes the half-moon sword. No, I'm starting to split. With the sound of falling out, it was a matter of time before the Wall Sword was crushed.

And then, the sword that contained the world was stabbed at him.

A wacky back stood in his way.

"…… Ah."

Strength is relieved on the legs. Van remained seated. A familiar back lay before him. The cloak that symbolizes the Royal Knights is quietly stretched out for a while.

King's International Day Sword.

Luke.

"…… It's been a long time. Prince Hegan."

Van's death was postponed.