9th Class Sword Master: The Guardian of the Sword - Chapter 279

Episode 279 Episode

98 Demon King of the West Gude Big Explosion ⑷ Shock! Seogyeong!

Goode crumpled his brow and swung his sword without rest. Yuma had already endured dozens of deaths without groaning.

The 76th Yuma manifested Sword Eye and raised Ascalon high. After the 75th Yuma died, it was a newly formed body behind Gude.

Goode cut off the head of the 76th Yuma, casually parrying the attack from his blind spot.

Then number 77, number 78, number 79…

All of them were cut without being able to properly mix Good and Carl once.

‘Hey, it’s really strong. It would have been the end if I really believed in only one Ascalon and attacked without the power of God.’

Watching the 92nd body being dismembered helplessly, Yuma clicked her tongue inwardly.

It was fortunate that he started training in the underworld as soon as he had Rakir as his follower. Without the help of that faithful mutt, Yuma wouldn’t have even thought of using his authority right now.

Rakir fell from a 1,000-way cliff in a state of disrepair.

When I first saw it, it just felt like my heart was sinking. But now Yuma was certain that Rakir was not dead.

It was because I could feel that the mongrel’s breath was still attached after concentrating on the divine sense.

The problem was that I was barely breathing.

‘Don’t die, stay. I’ll go down and regenerate it somehow.’

The 120th Yuma fell. This time, the upper body and lower body were separated.

It felt like a beggar to face over 100 deaths in less than 5 minutes.

It wasn’t even a body that didn’t respond like Aman Joe in the wreckage of the underworld.

Every time Yuma made a new body, he was attacking Goode.

He was trying to use a swift weapon, activate Sword Eye, and launch an Auror Sphere, but it was all in vain.

In most cases, they are counterattacked and killed before the attacking motion is finished.

To be honest, Yuma was admiring Gude’s strength. Even if Yuma was able to exert as much force as in the human world, it seemed that he would not be able to compete.

[Gude, how about you come under me?]

The 123rd Yuma took a breath and said.

[I’ll wait and see how long funny stories come out of that snout.]

[Why? Isn’t it enough for me to be your lord? I’ll do better than Amanzo.]

Write!

Gude swung his sword more powerfully and tore Yuma’s body apart.

It seemed to me that I could hear some heavy breathing.

[To be excited.]

[Think freely.]

Puff! hooked!

Dozens of deaths passed like that. Every time Yuma died, he told a story that would scratch Goode’s nerves.

For example, does Amanzo treat you well? How old are you? Do other demon kings maintain a form like you? Do you have a lover?

The barrage of questions that Yuma thought was childish continued.

Goode was especially upset when Yuma repeatedly said, ‘Even the demon king is nothing special’.

[You’re talking nonsense about the fact that you got the demon’s sword by luck.]

[You’ve been living for thousands of years, so can’t stand my provocation?]

Yuma deliberately chose nasty words to reply. The more so, the way Gude killed Yuma became more and more extreme.

The look of getting drunk with anger.

Yuma thought that provocations would not work at all if he was a demon king.

It was thought that a being who had lived for nearly 10,000 years would have a faraway mental world unimaginable as a human being.

Even among human religious people, those who are called saints had the mental power to arouse respect from those who see them.

But that was Yuma’s prejudice.

How long you’ve lived doesn’t help your mental state otherwise. How you live is what matters.

In that sense, Goode had only the personality of a great aristocratic lineage, so to speak, Hayes Rollman D.

[Gud, you completely forgot your age. I don’t have good judgment.]

It was the final blow.

Goode felt deaf.

It was the first time such a provocation had occurred during the indescribably long years of fighting from being born as a high-ranking demon to becoming a demon king.

In particular, after becoming the Demon King, no other demon tribe could look down on him except for Amanjo. Low-ranking demons would kill even if they made the wrong eye contact.

If Empey was synonymous with meanness in the underworld, Gud was a symbol of dignity. All the demons looked up to Gude.

But how is that insignificant human being treating himself now?

tip! Goode narrowed his eyes and grabbed Yuma’s chin. It was the 211th Yuma.

[I didn’t have to keep killing you. Even in the bottom of the netherworld, I will definitely watch you to see if you’re blabbering in vain…]

[Eul! Umm!]

As Goode tightened his grip, Yuma cracked his jawbone. Goode did not let go of Yuma and swung his sword into the air right next to him, cutting off the dimension.

The dark prison where Empey had been imprisoned unfolded.

‘Oh, this is kind of scary. But, since that place is also part of the underworld… I’ll be able to do something, right?’

An ominous space that is difficult to describe in words. As the panoramic view of the prison spread out in front of his nose, Yuma had no choice but to swallow an unconscious gulp.

Yuma’s jaw was clenched, and he only rolled his eyes to stare at Empey, who had passed out in a ridiculous pose in the corner. It felt like goosebumps were setting on my forearms.

[Goodbye.]

Suwook!

Goode swung his arm roughly and threw Yuma into the prison. Yuma’s body fell into the prison as if it had been sucked down a drain.

Empty!

And the moment Goode turned around with a satisfied expression, Yuma’s body was thrown out of the prison and landed in the middle of the 4th floor of the tower again.

[…Huh?]

This time, Goode had no choice but to openly express his change of heart.

Yuma could clearly see the slight trembling of Goode’s diamond-shaped eyes.

Yuma couldn’t help but put on a puzzled expression.

As soon as he was sent to prison, he caused a strong backlash as if he was rejecting himself.

It felt like I was climbing up a waterfall upside down.

[How… why?]

Goode said after seeing Yuma standing up and shaking himself off. He was staring at Yuma in disbelief. This time, the shock was considerable, and the mouth was slightly open.

[well…? The prison refuses me?]

[Kahiah!]

After all, I blink a few times. Goode started slaughtering Yuma again, wielding his sword at random like a madman.

However, the previous appearance of using classy swordsmanship was nowhere to be found. It felt not very different from the anger of an angry monkey.

‘It seems that his pride has been wounded.’

It was correct.

Goode knew why Yuma didn’t end up in prison.

However, what I couldn’t tell Yuma about was the matter of ‘class’.

The prison in the underworld was a space where higher-ranking beings punished lower-ranking beings. If you are of equal or lower rank to your opponent, you cannot be imprisoned.

‘That insect is at least on the same level as me…!’

It was something a proud Goode could never admit.

The status and rank of the Underworld are all determined by superiority in force. Yuma, seen by Gude, was as powerful as a high-ranking demon if he was well-treated.

However, not being able to put him in prison is going to make him go crazy.

Currently, Yuma could be seen as an existence close to the fallacy of the underworld. The status itself is comparable to Amanjo, but the military power does not reach the level of a general.

[die! die! Die!]

The speed at which Yuma’s corpses piled up was much faster than before.

However, since he realized that even prison, the only harsh method, would not work for him, Yuma had nothing to be afraid of.

[Haha, is there no other option now?]

The 462nd Yuma said with a smile on his face.

Even if it’s a demon king.

There was no end to killing and killing, and when dealing with an enemy whose conversion method did not work, there was no choice but to suffer a severe psychological blow.

Victory has passed.

Yuma was convinced that, given the time, he could one day stab Amoola into Goode’s body. It was because no matter how strong he was, he was bound to get tired in the end.

Going this way, the moment Gude’s spirit collapsed and a gap formed, the fight was Yuma’s victory.

‘But the trouble is, there is not much time…

The red moon is being dragged to the ground. I had to find a way to stop this ritual. Provoking Goode further was not good either.

If the bad guy tried to destroy the tower, Yuma would have more to lose. First of all, I had to come up with a way to defeat him for sure.

‘It will take a very long time just to die like this. Hmm… Can I find another way using the authority?’

A question suddenly passed through Yuma’s mind.

If Amanzo forcibly made this place into the underworld, wouldn’t he be able to change it back to the human world?

A change in the properties of space itself, not a trivial change to create thorns or rocky vines.

If this place could be replaced with the human world, the power of immortality would disappear, but Gude would also weaken.

On the other hand, Yuma’s military power would increase several times. Even if Gud was weakened to the extent of Empey of Pora Pora Island, the power of immortality was not needed.

But by what means?

Changing the material and changing the properties of the space were completely different issues. Even if it was a god, it was possible to use sacrifices to strengthen his power.

The corpses impaled on stakes outside were sacrifices used to strengthen the power in that way.

[You son of a bitch! How dare you!]

Goode still couldn’t hide his excitement. The 743rd body also collapsed helplessly and became a cold corpse.

Yuma did not attack Gude even when his new body was now formed.

Instead, he touched the space for a while before dying, trying to find clues that could change the attributes of the underworld to those of the human world.

The darkness of the underworld vibrated uneasy as it was caught in Yuma’s hand like an object.

can do.

Immediately, Yuma gave an answer.

It was only that the force of the power was a little lacking, just like when the strength to open a bottle cap was not enough.

[I am the great Lord of the West!]

While Gude was struggling, Yuma saw his own corpses piled up like a mountain. While thinking about the method for a while, the number of corpses was increasing.

‘uh? Wouldn’t it be possible to strengthen the power by offering them as a sacrifice?’

Use one’s own body as a sacrifice.

It was an imagination that only the crazy black magicians of ancient times would have had.

However, the 889th body, Yuma, did not hesitate to summon Akyla.

Hwareuk!

When Amula, a secret weapon that had not been deliberately taken out until now, was summoned with a black light, Gude stopped the massacre and distanced himself from Yuma.

[What do you think will change if you use Akyla? It’s just an undeserved decoration for you.]

[Well, don’t you have to do something to find out?]

Pooh!

Yuma stabbed Amulla through the gap between the corpses under her feet.

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