Solo Swordmaster - Chapter 510

#510. tell the swordsman

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The borders there were strict.

Of course, it wasn’t sloppy in the first place.

It was a level that could easily block even a large guild led by a tolerable high-level player as well as a large supply player.

But that’s a thing of the past anyway.

after some disaster.

The owner of this place has extensively reorganized and strengthened the vigilance system that was already meticulous.

increase troops.

Install defense facilities.

Such as daily review of the guard net.

A paranoid level beyond the exhaustive.

Thanks to that, they had to stand on alert several times more harshly than before, and it was hard every day.

But those who were truly dissatisfied were rare.

It was because most of them had a keen understanding of the reason for strengthening the vigilance system as they were the ones who experienced the disaster ‘that day’.

“You stop there!”

“This is a restricted area for civilians. Please state the purpose of your visit and your full identity.”

“This is the front door, this is the front door. Found a behemoth in an unusual outfit.”

The moment a stranger appears.

That was why those guarding the main gate reacted immediately.

A bit of a sharp reaction.

However, it was not an overreaction.

Putting aside what happened before, the person who appeared in front of them now was unusual and even suspicious.

But the visitors didn’t care about them.

what’s so funny

I just let out a low laugh.

“The world seems to change after all…”

In his lifetime, anyone other than a decent mountain range recognized him, and even the king and queen would have paid homage to him with extreme respect.

Of course you don’t know yourself.

Do you even openly limit yourself?

It was an experience that was unfamiliar and even novel even for him who died after living for hundreds of years.

So he did not blame them for their ignorance.

It just opened its mouth.

“I’d like to be formal if possible, but today I’m just stopping by for a walk… I’ll skip the cumbersome formalities.”

“what?”

“What can I say now…”

He sighed.

What does that mean?

they couldn’t know

before I even finished asking the question.

Because everyone had lost consciousness and collapsed.

The moment he crossed the fallen people and stepped into the wide open front door.

Weeeeeeeeing!!!

“Emergency emergency!!!”

“Cutting off contact with the main gate where the star appears!”

“Final vigilance activated! Summon all fighters and cooperation guilds!”

with a loud siren.

Urgent shouts ring out.

Everything moved in a hurry.

The heart of a country that was once called the world leader.

It is a place that was once devastated by a fight with two absolutes, but was rebuilt steadfastly.

The iconic blue roof.

It was the moment when the Blue House was attacked.

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“Are you okay? Are you okay? huh? Are you okay?”

‘It’s because I’m a nobleman who’s the size of the president, so I can’t get along…’

Blue House underground bunker.

Seeing Han Jeong-guk come and go, unable to hide his anxiety there, the man clicked his tongue inwardly.

“Do not worry. Doesn’t His Excellency know that the Blue House is no different from Yongdam Hohyeol right now?”

Of course, complaining is just a lie.

He maintained an outwardly polite demeanor.

Anyway, as long as I was hired, I needed to be polite to the landlord who gave me money.

And as long as he has a status, Han Jung-guk would have respected him in normal times…

“If this place is really Yongdam Hohyeol, why does this keep happening! It’s not the Blue House, but even the neighborhood kennel won’t let anyone go in and out like this!”

Have you lost your sanity?

Han Jeong-guk started with the last name.

Of course, the Blue House was robbed by Limon and taken hostage.

This is because the experience of the entire Blue House being blown away remained as a deep trauma.

It was for this reason that he made a request that he would not have been able to do normally.

“If you really want to reassure me, call your master right away!”

“…Are you saying you don’t trust me right now?”

“Chemm! Of course not.”

It was a moment.

The business smile disappeared from the man’s face.

Only then did Han Jeong-guk, realizing that he had gone too far, coughed and averted his eyes.

I forgot because of his polite attitude, but it was the same that this man, even the president of a country, was in a position that he could not treat carelessly.

“Do not worry. The current state of security at the Blue House is different from before.”

Only then did the man smile again.

Then he pointed to the screen in front of him and continued.

“Now look. That stern posture.”

“Umm….”

Dozens of reinforced armored soldiers.

Over a hundred high level players.

Tanks placed in each element, combat helicopters in the sky, and more.

Looking at the security forces already in perfect condition less than a minute after the emergency alarm sounded, Han Jeong-guk put on a slightly relieved expression.

Yes, even the manual has not been established, so it is different from the previous response to Jung-gu heating and fist-gugu.

Currently, the Blue House security is tough.

[Unit 909] was rebuilt with a reinforced exoskeleton imported from Russia.

Signing an exclusive contract with a giant guild to guard the Blue House at all times.

In order to prevent a repeat of a disaster like that day, he strengthened the security of the Blue House, even taking all sorts of political irrationality.

Even if the monarch directly attacked, everyone assured that it was possible to buy time.

so it will be fine

When Han Jeong-guk consoles himself.

As he gazed at the screen that illuminated the front of the Blue House, something caught his eye.

that buck

‘…a samurai?’

That moment.

Han Jeong-guk doubted his eyes.

Loose clothing resembling a kimono.

There’s even a katana at the waist.

Let’s look blankly at the one who leisurely approaches us with a rather novel appearance beyond being anachronistic.

He felt a foreboding.

It wasn’t just because of the opponent’s attitude that they didn’t feel intimidated at all even against the guards who were fully prepared.

For some reason.

It was because seeing the person for the first time felt strangely familiar.

‘I think I’ve seen it somewhere?’

What is the true nature of this sense of incongruity?

While I was lost in thought with my brow furrowed.

Han Jung-guk opened his eyes wide.

“picture!”

“…dismissal?”

“No, it was in the record…! Then, who is the author?”

After the previous rampage.

Data confirmed while researching the Sword Master.

Han Jeong-guk was shocked when he recalled the photo of the samurai he had seen in the records of the past, which he eventually ignored and forgot because it was full of absurd stories.

That samurai should never exist.

Because he was an absolute man like a traitor who planted trauma on himself… and he

was the only one who invaded this country that no one but the Chilryonghoe had touched.

at that time.

The samurai stood tall.

[Whoops… Your discipline is alive. A country that was only a ragtag relying only on the swordsman has changed a lot.]

After letting out a low laugh, wondering

what is so fun .

[But you guys have forgotten who I am…]

With one hand on the katana he was wearing around his waist.

The samurai stepped back to where he had stopped.

like taking a walk.

leisurely and slowly.

like that.

The moment he took a step.

『The end of one step of Muyoung moaning style 1 ceremony

無影新陰流一style

.

The end of one step』

Hood hard.

everything.

finished.

“what…?”

Hundreds of high-level players.

An armored soldier wearing a reinforced exoskeleton.

Tanks and helicopters aiming weapons.

From losing consciousness all at once, to sitting down with the body and gun barrel severed, or to falling apart with the body broken.

at least for a moment.

When Han Jeong-guk gasped at the sight of all the guards being wiped out before he even blinked an eye.

The image of the samurai taking another step disappears from the video.

A sound came from behind.

Knock Knock!

A strangely heavy and massive sound followed by a thin sound as if paper was being cut.

After turning his head to follow it.

Hanjeongguk hardened.

The door of the bunker, which was cut obliquely to the point where it was almost colorless that it was made of dungeon alloy, and only fragments remained.

And the sight of a samurai standing there froze him.

“Go Cabra!”

The man responded immediately.

He threw the turban he was wearing at the samurai like lightning.

Grand Prince Yumul Nam Nam-moon.

Although, of course, there are more times when he is called the Grand Duke of Tempura.

Even if he came to the Blue House as a watchman for a while to earn pocket money, he is the second person in the Infinity Guild.

It was a swift action befitting a top-notch player, with few opponents besides monarchs among the grand dukes who had less than 100 people in the world.

But…

that’s it.

“what?”

Nam Nam-moon widened his eyes.

After the samurai stepped out.

It was because the turban, which had been flying wriggling like a snake, was cut in two and fell to the floor.

Surprised that a high-end item that even a monarch could not break was damaged so easily, Nam Nam-mun immediately tried to activate another item.

“Cuck!”

But his wish did not come true.

Because I had to collapse with a cracked stomach before I could act.

Only then did Nam Nam-moon realize.

The moment the turban was cut off.

That he, too, had been cut down the same way.

I just didn’t realize it because it was cut so cleanly that I couldn’t even feel the pain.

It wasn’t just Namjoon.

From the presidential bodyguards, each a high-level player, to others in shelters.

It was the same for everyone who lost consciousness and collapsed.

There is only one exception.

Only Han Jeong-guk sat down with a devastated face.

The samurai spoke quietly to him, who had a hardened face as if he was having a nightmare.

“Are you the current King of Goryeo?”

“Oh no… I’m not the king…”

“Whoops, there’s no need to beg for your life with such pathetic lies. I have no intention of killing you.”

The samurai said to Han Jeong-guk, who was stunned by that anachronistic question.

He said that he had no intention of doing anything too big as he stopped by on the way to his hometown for a walk.

and added

“Instead, you should be my guest.”

“A cow guest?”

He took his eyes off Han Jeong-guk, who swallowed dry saliva at the words whose meaning was unknown, but whose ominousness was clearly felt.

The samurai turned his gaze to Nam Nam-gi-mun.

“Tell the swordsman. I’ll wait.”

“What is that…?”

There was no time to ask for questions.

The samurai reached out with one hand and grabbed Han Jeong-guk by the nape of his neck.

And after he takes another step.

Seruk.

Even the noble samurai.

The Hanjeonggukdo that struggled.

It did not remain in the Blue House.

Only those who lost the president they had to protect were lying unconscious or with serious injuries equivalent to that.

That was the moment when Han Jeong-guk was taken hostage twice and even kidnapped because it wasn’t enough… and

formed an alliance with Gandhi, the swordsman.

The ruler of the Great East Asian Empire that caused World War II.

However, the sword master who died after a duel with Limon.

It was the moment when Sword Saint Kamiitsumi Nobutsuna reappeared in the world.

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“That bastard kidnapped Han Jeong-guk?”

“Yes, it happened so quickly that it was already after the situation was over that the contact was made.”

“Hmm, that’s not strange…”

It took a while for me to calmly accept that it was natural since everything would have been over in just one step with the Sword Master’s sword.

Limon tilted his head.

“By the way, who is Hanjeongguk?”

“…”

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