Sword Whisperer

The man is in God's hands. But no one laughed at him like that. If you can make everything you say come true, what does it mean to be God or not?

"Were the eunuchs gods? You're telling a funny story."

But the spirit turned into a nosebleed. He gave strength to his fist. Hagan's letters, which surrounded him, sparkled like flames, repeating that they had disappeared in sight.

The spirit breaks. But Hagan is not surprised. If his words had absolute command, the power given to the armed forces also promised absolute destruction. When two kinds of absolute conflicts are encountered, it is natural for one of them to collapse.

"It must be a bad fight."

"Leave that, I have to see...!"

The spirit of the Spirit is about to unravel. Hagan lifts his finger with an unpleasant expression. His spirit was condensed on his fingers, stacked hundreds of thousands of layers, just by relying on his will, without having to open his mouth.

The armed forces did not step back. He is a man who pursues power and symbolizes power. He's a second-guess because he's not bound by anything, he can break through anything.

"Hegan--!"

In front of that defeated fist that came to shreds so many letters, Hagan was still a delicate expression.

And at that moment, Hagan bounced off to the ground.

Bang! You break the wall like a meteorite, and the moment Hagan falls, you wake up with a bruised expression. It couldn't be. Though the spirit did unravel the spirit's heart, what Hagan had just prepared was a spirit that had accumulated several times more strength than him.

'It's not armed.'

Hagan raises his head with a dark eye and looks at where he was floating until just now. I saw that the spirit was building with a slightly embarrassed look, and next to it..... I saw an unfamiliar leaf falling.

A leaf that shines in the color of sunlight.

"…… Guardian. How?"

"I think I know what your weaknesses are now."

"I'm tired of being a guardian. Yena now and then."

Hagan's body slowly began to rise into the air. I didn't know how Van hit him. It may seem defenseless, but there were dozens of layers of text around him that protected him from all kinds of attacks.

But the textual system was still rebuilt. In other words, Van's attack ignored everything and attacked him. Hagan's eyes sank. Yeah, it's about putting the world on his hands. If there were no difficulties of this magnitude, that would be even weirder.

Hagan opened his mouth.

"I think I've already told you you don't have to be hostile to me."

"That's not a matter for you to judge. And..... I'm sorry."

Van's eyes became cold.

"I don't intend to have a conversation."

Mixing a horse with someone who speaks with a weapon was something to avoid in any sense. Around Van's body, the apple tree branches began to plump. And the branches began to reach all those who were bound by the spirit of Hagan.

The spirit's energy is cut off. Should I say cut? Or should I say burned. Van felt the spirits that touched the branches he put up were forcibly dispersed. Those who were released from Juju were again surrounded by Hagan and raised their voices.

Hagan asked me if I couldn't understand them like that.

"Why are you hostile to me? What can you gain from him?"

His hands pointed to the sky.

"The world has changed."

His hand pointed to the ground.

"The owner of the world has also changed."

Sitting on the throne of this castle, Abon will rule over all things.

"My words will enrich this world. We will make no one hungry, we will make no one die unjustly, and we will banish from this world all that promotes chaos and conflict. You should know that you are hostile to me, not to one man."

"Is that the sound of someone dragging the North to destruction and leading the kingdom to war?"

Some of them looked back half-heartedly at the words. Although no one had ever assumed that Hagan was behind the destruction of the North, Van's Mock Cow Lee had some certainty. Hagan shed a strange smile.

"You don't like being the master of the world with your bloody hands? But even if it's in the hands of a murderer, there are people everywhere who want to fill their bellies with that bread. No, there are fewer who don't. Blaming the blood on my hands is because you call me belly."

"... I don't think I was able to keep what I said before."

Van said with malice.

"I said I don't want to talk."

It was the next moment. Van's body was shattered by Hagan, leaving dozens of remains. Hagan focuses his consciousness with each of those half-movements in his eyes. A little while ago, Van broke through Hagan's text shield. The failure of the text shield to detect means that the knife was spilled from an area that was not verbally represented.

'That's how it works.'

Mighty fists might be stronger. But such a fist, just a fist full of power, could not pose a great threat to Hagan. Everything that could be expressed in words was under Hagan's control.

If it is dangerous because of the Fist of the Ghost, you can weaken it.

But why is Van's knife a threat?

Hagan thinks and looks. Put one half of each movement in your eye. Enhanced by the Spirit, the eyes and brains transform each and every meaning of the blade into a language.

'I can't see the blade.'

Then make it visible.

'You spill all the laws.'

Then it keeps me from spilling.

'I wasn't in space-time.'

If so, make it entangled.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Hagan's new body bounces off a few times. It was a strange landscape to be struck by a knife, but I had to. Considering the power of Van's sword, the body had to be cut into dozens of pieces right away, but the tens of thousands of souls in Hagan's body did not allow any of them to be hurt.

Between scattered stone fragments, it bounces like a cloudy sky, and Hagan keeps an eye on Van. The elites of the expedition rushed together to defeat Hagan, but his gaze continued to be half a million.

'World, shouldn't I?'

Hagan is not just looking at a proficient test through Van. He feels the flow of the world trying to get in his way, trying to grab his ankle. As an individual who is described as destiny or inevitable, I feel the will of the world not to confront.

"In that case, I should have created a better world..."

Hagan murmurs. Half of the people who hear him cry out in a voice that boils from the inside.

"Or you wouldn't even give me the ability to dream of changing this world!"

It was that moment. The texts surrounding Hagan began to shoot everywhere like a storm. Those who were attacking Hagan with an unusual energy in the text rushed out, but even if they touched the text, they would have a dark look for a while, and soon they would fall down like a broken doll.

"......."

But no one gives that look to those who have fallen. Because I know. Now is not the time to pay attention to one soldier. If we don't deal with Hagan, we won't end this war.

"It's heavy."

Van feels that his swords are being intercepted by Hagan one by one. Hagan's text shield began to bounce half a blade more and more frequently, and over time, the situation would get worse and not improve.

What the hell am I supposed to do? Should I bring the sun? But Hagan is no longer a nightlife. The sun couldn't hurt Hagan. However, because it relied solely on the power of the sword, it was only becoming weaker and weaker in front of the spirit of Hagan.

A brief downpour gives them time to think. And thoughts make their feet heavier and heavier. No, I can't call them. Not everyone was.

The armed forces did not step back.

"Heaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Muscle contracts. Thicker legs swing like a wooden pillar than dizzy people's waist. In front of Hagan, numerous characters appear, aligned like a shield, and crushed into hundreds of pieces by the kick of a spirit. However, Hagan is still unharmed.

Fighting is not about winning. The spirit will know that as well as anyone else here. Nevertheless, I do not step back. I know I will lose, but I move forward.

What's wrong?

With that short question, Van realized that in the meantime he had only come to a fight he could win with certainty. Failure to accept that you can't be sure of victory means you can't compete properly in a fight you can't win.

Having become accustomed to life as a strong man, I can't even discern in the battle where defeat is promised.

Van was evil at it. Luke's voice comes to mind. He asked me to stop thinking. The armed man was said to be the closest man to the 8th Star. Having already understood what he thought he had said a long time ago, Van realized that he still did not know.

[Run, Van!]

Kissin's voice echoes. He was making an exceptionally serious voice today, when it was time to deal with the seeds of the night or not even paying attention.

[Enemies of the Family, don't hesitate in front of the Enemies of the North!]

At first sight, I think I'm talking about revenge, but in fact, it's Dory that Kishin is talking about. Yeah, we shouldn't back off. Nor should it be convincing. No matter how plausibly Hegan explains the need for my tax credit, I should not go beyond that.

Hagan says he doesn't eat the bread that his bloody hands give him.

But if this world is really a place to eat bread in the hands of Hagan, if it's a world of those who eat that bloody bread, isn't that the world of the poor?

Isn't it the world of the poor that Hagan wants to build?

It is unacceptable That's enough thinking in your head. You must not accept Hagan. Without avoiding responsibility with a clumsy trajectory, he must pay for all his sins.

It must be cut.

The idea of embracing, that's the only one.

Van jumps out. Hagan still looks at him with an indifferent look. He looks confident that his blade will not reach his skin.

But I don't care.

All Van needs to know is that he has to cut the hagan, that's enough.

Van did not use the sword of Lopo, the sword of Shaid, the sword of Neck, or the sword of Glass. However, one day, as his first teacher taught me..... I opened a slash with only the basics.

This time there was no noise. I didn't have any resistance to make my hands tickle. Hagan never bounced off.

However, above that face, there was only one line of red lines. Van sighs roughly and looks at Hagan, who takes his hand over my face. The blood pouring down from his torn forehead made his hand bloody at once.

"…… uh."

Hagan's silent voice is in his ear, and Van smiles roughly.

It can be belled.