Star-Embracing Swordmaster - Chapter 249

More than ten men were running

in a place where no one could see, but the narrow, dark hallway was just quiet.

It was such a secret movement that no one would have noticed if it weren’t for the occasional sound of armor.

“Where do we go now?”

“I don’t know either.”

The world of Ramasht, secretly located in the crevices of the world.

The group that had entered through the passage opened by the exorcist priests was now wandering through an unknown hallway.

“I can’t even guess where we started from. “I think we need somewhere to set standards.”

Behind Vlad, who was running at the front, Günther was thinking with a map open.

It was a small map that looked as if it had large concentric circles drawn on it.

However, even if the overall shape was a circle, the dense markings of passages on the map clearly showed how complicated this place was.

“What is certain is that we must move to the center of this place.”

“What’s in the center?”

Günther, who was looking ahead at Vlad’s question, carefully scratched his dry lips as if he felt awkward about speaking.

“They said there was a tree.”

This place, which no one in the world knew about, was the world of Ramasht, hidden between the cracks of the world.

However, Vlad, who had been able to catch a glimpse of her world for a moment in the fog-filled city, seemed to be able to understand what tree Gunther was talking about.

“I think he might be familiar to us.”

“…….”

The roots go to the sky and the branches go to the earth. It is probably no coincidence that a tree

that represents everything in the world upside down

came to Vlad’s mind.

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Kwasik!

There was a loud noise and dark red blood was flying out.

It was blood from a corpse that had been violently torn apart like firewood.

“Oh my gosh! “Even if you just kill cancer, there’s no end to it!”

Droplets of dark red blood were spreading like fog from the tip of the ax wielded by the lanky man.

However, the gap he worked so hard to create was swept away by another wave, leaving him with no more than enough space to take a breath.

“You damn bastards! “You’ve saved up a lot!”

Behind the fiercely screaming man, a large flag symbolizing an ax was waving.

Karoi of Kharkita. One of the knights representing the North.

He, who had dealt with Mirshea with Vlad in the city of steel workers, Bastopol, was now constantly expressing his wild anger towards the endless army of the dead.

“The front line is being pushed back little by little. “Duke.”

“…….”

A nightmare-like battlefield where the dead are killed and the dead are killed.

Beneath the seven flags of the North fluttering over the battlefield, Timur the Steelman stood resolutely.

“There are already thousands of bodies pouring out. The problem is we don’t know how much longer there will be.”

“What about Dragonblood’s army?”

“…They say it’s about two and a half days away.”

Volkov’s voice was becoming increasingly muffled towards the end.

That was because the Dragon Blood Prince’s army, now moving north, was speeding up its advance as if it was aware of their situation.

“If you do it wrong, you might get caught.”

Now, in front of the Northern Union Army was the Army of the Dead, and behind it was the Army of the Dragon Blood Balls moving closely north.

Although it was a precarious appearance, like a moth jumping into a flame, Steelworker Timur had a good reason to move like this.

“I need to finish this before I do that.”

Kuoooooo-!

No sooner had Cheolgong finished speaking than there was a loud roar coming from inside the pitch-black church.

It was a loud cry that made people’s stomach tingle just by hearing it.

-What is that!

-It’s a monster! monster!

A body so large and massive that it can be compared to a siege weapon that destroys castle walls.

The guy, whose writhing muscles looked as vicious as his raised fangs, was glaring at the soldiers who blocked his path with wide-open red eyes that were difficult to face.

-Ogre…. It’s an ogre!

-But why do I have two heads!

The ogre is a monster that is as difficult to deal with as the dragon, which is said to be no different from a natural disaster.

But now, on top of the guy’s shoulder, there was another head that had been roughly sewn together by someone.

Wow!

It wasn’t just those who were resurrected.

Originally, warlocks were beings who created things that should not exist in this world.

To them, creating an ogre with one extra head would have been nothing.

“Damn it…”

Karoi swallowed hard as he looked at the huge shadow casting over his head.

Two pairs of eyes looking at you.

The knight of Harkhita, who faced those ugly eyes, just held his ax tightly, unlike others.

“Okay, come and see!”

The northern men who survived the harsh cold of the north wind rarely backed down.

Even if it is a two-headed ogre.

“Aaaah!”

A knight heading against a wave of corpses towards a deadly predator.

Seeing that bravery, even the other knights of Kharkita began to shout out loud with high morale.

“You bastard!”

Karoi, who rolled a huge club that seemed to fill the sky with his sturdy body, quickly cut off the guy’s thigh.

Wow!

“Kkhi!”

The pressure of the roar that resounded as a result pressed his heart, but it did not do the slightest damage to Karoi, who was already on fire.

“You’ve grown so tall!”

Karoi creates a wound with a single ax blow, grabs the scar, and climbs up the ogre step by step.

His bravery, which did not back down even in the face of a huge giant, once again lit a fire in the hearts of the soldiers who had been exhausted just a moment ago.

“What you looking at. “You bastard.”

Although it looked like a mess of dust, Karoi still managed to climb up on the ogre and manage to reach one of the heads high up.

The head there was extending its arm towards Karoi, but the woodcutter had already swung his ax with all his might after spotting the target.

“die! “You bastard!”

The blade of Karoi’s ax, which he lifted with all his might, sparkled in the sunlight.

A ferocious smile spread across Karoi’s face as he soon felt the touch, but his swinging ax merely cut through the air in vain.

“Ugh?”

One head had already fallen off and was falling down where he had come from.

Unable to withstand a single sharp blow, he rolled around like that.

“Thank you for your hard work. Sir Karoi.”

“huh?”

Where I looked with a dumb expression, there was a tall man with his hair slicked back.

The man standing on the other shoulder is Guillermo of Romnier.

Another knight representing the North was grinning at Karoi.

“I thought you would be enough to attract attention.”

“……Guillermo! 이 개새끼가!”

Karoi’s curse rang out loudly, but Guillermo’s laughter did not stop.

Now, he was determined to become not only a knight representing the North, but also an ogre slayer.

“I’ll give you at least one head as a gift.”

The tip of his sword was swinging violently along the head of the last remaining ogre.

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-The masterpiece of my life!

A sorrowful scream was heard coming from the dark room where several men were gathered.

-There are as many as ogres! Those crazy guys!

The crystal ball they were looking at with bated breath depicted the image of an ogre slowly collapsing.

-Did I make it wrong? I can’t use as much strength as I thought.

-No, it wasn’t like that. Maybe it’s because of the priests’ prayers shouting in the background.

-Plus, the opponents are Guillermo and Caro. For a first appearance, Daejinwoon was very bad.

Some people cry, some people analyze.

Looking at the scene outside and having a heated discussion about the creatures they had created, they were all warlocks who dedicated their lives to creating new life.

They had gathered here and there depending on how they dealt with the mystery, and now their eyes were shining sharply as they watched someone’s creation collapse.

Coo! thud!

However, their gaze was not focused on the crystal ball until the end.

-What is this sound?

bang! bang! bang!

A loud noise of breaking something.

Even the pitch-black wall began to shake along with it.

With an ominous sound, the desk they were sitting on began to tremble slightly.

As the sound grew closer as time passed, several warlocks hurriedly began to point out the beast.

Quagga River!

-What the hell is this!

-The wall exploded! It collapsed!

However, before the figure they were pointing at could finish, an ear-piercing loud noise attacked them.

It was an explosion that seemed as if they had sensed that they were chanting a spell.

“…I guess I came to the right place.”

A strange silence was being created between the thick stone dust created by the demolition of the wall.

However, the warlocks’ attention was focused more on the golden eyes shining within them than on the stone dust blocking their vision.

-Vlad of Shoshoara!

The world created by Ramasht was too complicated and disadvantageous for me.

Therefore, Vlad decided to reject the path she had made, and now there were walls full of holes behind him.

“The road was so dizzy.”

The fastest path to your goal is a straight line.

The former pickpocket, who climbed the roofs of back alleys targeting other people’s wallets, already knew this all too well.

“So, someone please tell me. “I will save one person.”

I have no obligation to follow the rules you enforced.

Therefore, behind Vlad’s newly dug path, a straight path was gradually leading towards a strange tree.

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“……!”

Josef, who was running down the hallway, saw the headless knights in front of him and quickly hid in a nearby corner.

‘We’re almost there.’

Josef, who was quietly panting, looked at the large garden in front of him and frowned sadly.

Ramasht’s Garden, the center of the concentric circle and the only place where you can look up at the bubbles.

In that ugly garden, a strangely rooted tree was rising high into the sky.

‘There are too many numbers.’

If we just get rid of that, we can shake this place up a lot.

However, there were too many knights on guard to approach there.

Josef, who was neither a sword-wielding knight nor a mystical wizard, had no choice but to stop and look at the goal in front of him.

‘This wretched body until the end…’

There was a goal visible right in front of me.

It was a short distance that would only take a few breaths if you ran as hard as you could.

However, Josef knew very well that with his weak body he would not be able to take even a few steps and would be caught.

“……haha.”

As such, for Josef, the desired goal was always far away, no matter how close it seemed.

Although he was born as a nobleman, he always had to fight against disease and was born into a family of knights, but in the end, he was the one who could not swear to the Sword Master’s sword.

“Still, the last one will be worth it.”

But now Josef was smiling as he looked at the goal in front of him.

Because Josef could feel that he had surpassed one of the limits that had been holding him back.

“I’ve never swung it too hard before.”

Josef took out a small teacup from his bag with a faint smile and quietly took a deep breath, feeling the small warmth coming from it.

“Whoa.”

Towards the tree in front of Yeokcheon.

Joseph’s shaking shoulders were suddenly filled with black marks of death.

“I’m sorry.”

Kwasik-!

Josef’s fingertips holding the teacup exerted a strong grip that would normally be difficult to exert.

His grip strength, which greatly exceeded that of an average adult man, went beyond the limits of his miserable body and was gradually denting the tea cup made by the dwarves.

“Instead, we will burn it in the most magnificent way possible.”

Now the black shape of death has spread past the fingers and into the shoulders.

Therefore, Josef’s shoulders, which were able to free themselves from the limitations of the body, began to lean back significantly.

“Hmph!”

The teacup was burning in the hands of a man stained with death.

The magic of the dwarves, refined with a flame that will never go out.

The teacup, which had burned all evil things, began to ignite a purifying flame in Josef’s darkened hands.

“Ugh!”

Very loudly towards the world I see in front of me.

Now, with my fingertips, beyond my miserable body.

Joseph’s sling, which he swung with all his might for the first time in his life, began to fly towards the tree in Yeokcheon.

Clink-!

It was a very small sound, but it was so weak and small that no one could hear it.

However, Josef’s world, which he clearly threw with all his might, was already on fire.

By creating a small hole in the world of Lamarshut, which floated like a bubble.