Solo Swordmaster - Chapter 1023

#1023. Mado

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[I admit it.]

The angel of starlight who was looking at Limon covered in blood.

After a long silence, the merciful Guardian of Resurrection opened his mouth softly.

[You are clearly stronger than us.]

It is a shame.

No matter how much they are remnants that never became true stars.

As a transcendent and immortal person who has existed for a long time, it was a fact that he did not want to admit that he was worse than a mere mortal.

Nevertheless, at this moment.

There was no shame in the guardian.

Because I had already acknowledged it.

The fact that being defeated by a Sword Master, whether immortal or transcendent, can never be a shame.

And one more thing.

[But no matter how much it is, you can’t defeat us as long as you’re alone.]

That’s right.

In the end, they were the ones who won.

That fact made the guardian readily acknowledge his strength.

No matter how strong Limon is, who uses sword swords and dragon psionics, his strength is limited to an individual.

Because it was impossible to defeat the source of the stars, which had been completed by saving countless worlds over an eon.

An individual cannot defeat an army.

Just as you cannot destroy nature with weapons.

In the end, there was a gap between Limon, who had personal limitations, and the infinite power of the stars.

…Of course, that also meant that we couldn’t win with quality, so we had to push with quantity.

Even so, a win is a win.

The fact that the monster named Limon could finally be defeated was enough to make the Guardian willing to accept this pathetic victory.

That was why.

The reason why the guardian bothered to add a word.

[More than anything, you have no cause.]

That was that moment.

No matter what the guardian says.

Limon, who was wary of the constellations surrounding him on all sides and trying to recover a little of his stamina, twitched his eyebrows.

“…Do you mean that because I have no cause, I cannot defeat you who fight for the cause?”

[Unlike you, who are driven only by personal emotions, we are fighting for the future and fate of the whole world.]

“….”

Even your own world.

The thing I cherished the most.

Even yourself.

Constellations are beings who have sacrificed everything.

That is why they were able to transcend everything and become the source of stars.

The reason this was possible was because they had the cause of preventing the end of the world.

If Limon had a cause to surpass them, he might have been able to persuade the Constellations to become allies or colleagues.

However, there is no constellation that will take his side as he fights only for his race and the world.

That’s why he can’t beat them.

Without the slightest delusion.

It seems so natural.

Seeing the Guardian making a statement.

After a long, long, long silence.

Limon laughed.

“under.”

At first, it felt like the wind was out.

“Ha ha ha ha ha.”

Next time, loud and clear.

“Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Later, it will sound like thunder even in a vacuum.

Limon, who had burst into loud laughter, suddenly stopped laughing.

And then he quietly opened his mouth.

“There is a decision that should have been made a long time ago.”

Be honest.

Limon already knew.

As the merciful Guardian of Resurrection said, his chances of winning were slim.

Nevertheless, the reason he fought desperately until the end was because he never gave in just because his opponent was strong.

Especially since he is a sword master who becomes stronger through a desperate struggle.

“A decision I couldn’t make because I lacked determination and had lingering regrets.”

However, after a fierce struggle.

Now I had no choice but to admit it.

No matter how much stronger he becomes.

Whether it’s creating a new sword.

That you cannot defeat the source of stars, which have infinite power.

“Thank you. “For alleviating my regrets.”

…okay.

As long as you win.

But is it fortunate?

Or is it misfortune?

Limon may not be able to defeat this infinite star, but he had a way not to lose.

Because it should never be used.

It can’t even be a last resort.

It is truly the ‘worst means’.

So, originally, I had no intention of using it even if it meant dying.

But…

Close your eyes for a moment.

Humanity in crisis.

Yuna-kyung’s last request, who sacrificed herself with a smile.

And the brides he loves who are fighting for their lives.

After thinking quietly, he reopened his closed eyes and softly opened his mouth.

“I’ll show you something in return.”

The guardian deity of mankind.

He is the disciple of a swordsman who faced the world alone.

A heroic priest who came closest to the ultimate sword.

Above all, as a groom with brides to protect and as a sword master who has reached the pinnacle of sword skills.

The moment Limon made up his mind.

“The power of the cow struggling against the cow.”

Oooooh!

Quietly.

What resonates is resonance.

The Strong Magic Dragon Sword, the best divine sword and magic sword in the world.

The two swords, which withstood not only the Sword King’s sword, the most destructive of all swords, but also the swords of Limon and the Sword Demon, let out a scream-like sound.

Limon pulled out.

Among the 13 swords he had accumulated throughout his life, the last sword was the most dangerous and therefore never used alone.

At the same time, a teacher.

And his execution.

Also, it was decided by Limon himself.

The moment when an absolute taboo is broken.

『Yam Dragon King Sword Magic Sword

斬魔魔龍王劍 魔道

A taboo without even a name

■■■■■』

Wooung.

The end of everything.

It shined quietly.

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The Guardian thought as he watched Limon raise his sword again, his body already covered in blood.

It’s useless.

Just as dried leaves and eaten bugs eventually circulate through Mother Nature.

The source of the stars, which make even their own destruction part of the constellation, are re-created and resurrected in the cycle of birth and death no matter how much they are cut down.

Because it was impossible for anything in the world to overcome the source of stars with infinite power.

That is the true constellation.

The existence of this world was an untouchable transcendent that had already become a concept rather than an entity.

Therefore, the guardian just calmly watched Limon’s struggles, as if watching an actor’s performance in a play with a fixed end.

Ugh.

…No, I tried to watch.

Until a subtle glow appeared on the two swords Limon was holding.

[…!]

The guardian felt chills.

He was a guardian who had seen Limon use the sword sword countless times and even experienced its terrifying power first-hand.

But at this moment.

The light on his sword was different.

It was like the same feeling I felt from the Sword Demon…

no, it was a much more terrifying, horrifying, and essential feeling that warned me.

It must be stopped.

Absolutely absolutely.

I shouldn’t let that sword swing.

Therefore, the Guardian moved numerous constellations to attack Limon all at once.

No, it wasn’t just the constellations.

The source of stars without ego because it transcends everything.

Even the great transcendental, who until now had only lent his power according to the guardian’s judgment, now tried to stop Limon by overwriting new laws as if screaming.

Kwasik.

Sword is a simple metal.

All stars are made of metal because they are hard.

You cannot cut with a sword.

[…!]

But right after.

The Guardian stiffened.

Because so many constellations were burned?

It should be something like that.

■It’s something I’ve experienced several times.

The problem was that the laws changed by the source of the stars were not overwritten in the world.

It was as if it was cut off in the middle.

No, it’s like it was broken before it was even made.

And that was just the beginning.

The black star is gold and

can be broken by a sword. The metal is so hard

that

it cannot be

broken.

It breaks.

It breaks.

Constellations that need to be resurrected.

There are layers of rules that have been built up until now.

A star that should be immortal and transcendent.

Like a sparkling straw or candle wax discarded next to the sun.

[How.]

Even if I look at it, I can’t understand it.

Even if you know, you can’t recognize it.

Even if you feel it, you cannot discern it.

[What on earth is this?…!]

What is this? How, why, why? Wait, don’t think, don’t think, don’t think

, don’t think, don’t think, that, that, that, that.

Literally all reality.

Or the world itself.

The inexplicable fear of being completely burned down, falling apart, and flying around like ashes is coloring the soul, mind, and body.

Among them, there is one fact that is the most terrible and frightening.

[―Author] hasn’t even

swung

[the sword]

yet

!!!]

Is that a scream?

Or is it a question?

Or is it denial?

Perhaps unknown to the guardian himself, what is conveyed through the shattered scream is one question.

“Have you ever thought it was strange?”

Calm and calm.

Quiet.

Even peaceful.

That’s why it’s even more terrible.

A voice that cuts through the crumbling world.

“A sword master is someone who can cut anything.”

[….]

“Then why do we think that there is a limit to what we can cut with a sword?”

It’s contradictory.

If you are truly a being that can cut anything with just will, there should be no limitations.

However, sword masters were limited to what they could cut depending on their individual swordsmanship, and they could not completely imitate someone else’s swordsmanship.

That means one of the two is false.

Then there is one problem.

Which one is the truth?

Which one is false?

“The reason is that the will to cut something is not the will to cut something.”

No, it would be more appropriate to call it a misunderstanding rather than a lie.

Because no one could have imagined that the sword master’s will, which is determined by his life’s trajectory and beliefs, was not actually intended to cut something.

Except for the Sword Masters themselves.

“It is the will to limit yourself from ‘cutting’ anything other than what you want.”

Yes.

That is the reality of swordsmanship.

And it was the real reason why the Sword Master was able to grow in his struggle to the death.

It is impossible for any absolute person to suddenly become strong overnight, but it is easy to loosen some of the restraints one has placed on oneself.

As if taking a step forward in the darkness filled with cliffs, tracing the wall with my arms, I gradually become aware of the ‘limit of being able to cut only what I want.’

“Then what do you think will happen if the Sword Master uses his sword skills without any restrictions?”

[In that case.]

“Yes.”

That was why.

The reason why the benevolent Guardian of Resurrection had no choice but to make a terrible expression.

Because I realized it.

Something I never wanted to realize.

Also, a truth so terrifying and unbelievable that I should not have realized it.

To the guardian who struggles under the weight of the truth, which is difficult to bear even as a transcendent person who has lived for over hundreds of millions of years.

Limon said calmly.

“This is the answer.”

[….]

“It doesn’t have a name yet… but if I had to call it that, it would be more appropriate to call it this.”

The realization that Geomje finally attained.

The origin of the Surayongsalgeom made by Geomma.

The prototype, completion, and true substance of all swordsmanship handled by a sword master.

I didn’t even give it a name because I didn’t plan on using it for the rest of my life, but now that I ended up using it, I felt the need to give it a name.

Just like breathing…

no, easier and more natural.

If I were to compare it, it would be like an innate charisma or aura, a light that appears just by holding a sword.

Therefore, a lighter, more appropriate title would be more appropriate than a name that is too grandiose.

The name he gave to the light of destruction that can set the world on fire just by wrapping around the Strong Magic Dragon Sword and unfolding it.

He spoke calmly.

“―It’s called the Aura Blade.” 『Destruction

Aura Blade
that cuts down all things 』