The Failed Swordsman Who Became the Strongest After Spamming the 100 Million Years Button

"Damn, it's the way out Mr. Bacchus made me with his life in jeopardy......"

"This... not really... eh"

Allen and Leah clenched too many fists of remorse,

"... that's exactly what this is... over."

"Such a large army won't win... eh"

"It's been a long life..."

Si Lilim Ferris muttered so as to squeeze it out.

But that's also something I can't help.

On both their left and right, a large army of airplanes, like walls.

Riding there is a swordsman dressed in a black coat.

That number - roughly 10,000.

Moreover, everyone there had deployed their soul costumes, and even three figures could be confirmed of the thirteen knight-like swordsmen of the Divine Consort.

Historically, my battle power is different.

With the worst unfolding on the back of Allen and his brains,

"- No problem. We're gonna keep going through this."

Only Rose was not afraid of fine dust, just staring forward.

"Ro, Rose... that's just... eh"

"Yeah, suicide for as much as you want..."

Allen and Leah shook their heads to the side small and said so with their mouths aligned.

But Rose doesn't change his mind.

"Grandpa said -" The World's Most Powerful Swordsman "will let them all escape safely. Is there a mistake there?"

The next moment she so affirmed, hundreds of millions of years of cherry blossoms began to shine like never before.

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When Allen and the others were sinking to the bottom of despair,

"A total of 10,000 reinforcements. And it is the thirteen knights of the three trusts who lead it. - Checkmate."

Von spoke well and smiled invincibly.

"Yes, when did you gather such a large army...!?

"Pfft, don't get me wrong. By nature, they are ambushes to ensure Bacchus-Valencia is put to rest. The first is me and Deal, the second is 10,000 soul costume users - with this corrugated attack, I was going to cut you off... It came in handy unexpectedly."

"Nooo......"

Bacchus, who was shown the strength of the tissue, accidentally roared his throat.

"Anyway, now the Allen-Roddle line of death has been confirmed. It's just you, Bacchus. Ghost of the past era, scatter here for good!

"I whipped your old body and worked desperately hard to stop it... Goddamn it, I can't save you! I'm sorry, Bacchus' husband......!

Convinced of the victory, Von and Deal set up their respective gains, sand swords and poison swords.

In contrast, Bacchus - looks up to heaven and sighs loudly.

"Ha... Non Ha no...... I've never lied to you before in my life..."

"... what's wrong with that?

"Hmm, what do you want to say no...?

To a sudden confession, they tipped their little necks.

"No, that's right... Why don't you shut the fuck up and clear the way if this bastard says' let him go '...!

The moment Bacchus uttered his anger, his extraordinary spiritual power blew away.

"This ridiculous spiritual power...... you, no way......!?

"Yes, no, no... Exactly, isn't that too much!?

Von and Deal doubted their eyes by accident.

A phantom spirit is not just a nucleus.

Intense self and power beyond people's knowledge, a genuine artifact that combines these.

To draw strength from such a monster and express it as a 'soul costume' requires unusual training and immense spiritual power.

Not to mention releasing phantom spirits and trying to wear a 'true outfit'...... that would be exactly the way of Shura.

"The True Costume of the Illusional Spirit" is the extraordinary power of a first-rate swordsman with a gift to throw all the spiritual power he can have at the height of the season and finally hang his finger on one end of it...

That is never something a swordsman as old as Bacchus can wield.

(And yet why... eh. Why are you releasing so much pressure?

Von stared at a man named Bacchus-Valencia, eating up his teeth in a good way.

After the height of the season, invaded by incurable diseases, with only scarce spiritual power - there should be no reason anywhere for such a dead swordsman to wield 'that power'.

(Oh, it can't be... This can never happen. No, there must not be...)

In creepy return to town with Singh...

The ancient swordsman cries out loudly, as if to mock the bitter common sense of the past.

"The Great Tree of Life!"