Sword Pilgrim - Chapter 273

Episode 273

The Kugu Palace.

A procession of gray giant swords falling through the clouds covered the sky.

Giant swords like shooting stars falling down as if multiplying.

All of them are pierced into the ground all at once.

Quarreung…!

The greatswords stuck in the ground resonated at the same time as if they had no weight.

wave. Powerful waves like a storm came pouring out, and everything touched by the waves began to be swept away to ashes.

“Ah…”

The body of the knights touched by the waves collapsed.

from fingertips to toes. A body that crumbles like crap. Nevertheless, there was no pain on the knights’ faces.

The burning fighting spirit fades.

As the fighting spirit faded, the regret of killing precious people remained, and only a comfortable expression remained before being swallowed up in ashes.

[This is…]

The God of Swords. Balterus groans.

The swords that had bitten each other pouring out their fighting spirit were turning into ashes all at once.

What kind of harmony are you doing?

[The spear and shield…?]

He didn’t just swallow the sword.

The wave that turned all swords into ash now even spears, shields, and armor.

It was in the process of swallowing everything.

[Crazy.]

[The divinity that should be retrieved is being sucked into it. Is it absorbing everything?]

[How is this possible?]

The gods tilted their heads in bewilderment.

The guy is just a demigod.

He was just a half-penny who couldn’t stand shoulder to shoulder with them yet. But how is this possible?

[…I was stabbed when I received the protection.]

Balterus frowned with a painful face.

The gods ordered the believers to mourn at once. At the same time, they took away all the divine protection that was protecting them.

Gaho did not simply prevent apostasy. It was no different from a kind of protection against passing on to other gods.

The gods all agreed to leave Sangjan unattended, but that Banpuni is taking it all away.

That’s why the scabbard still remaining in the underworld took advantage of that gap and swept away everything.

[The trait of reaping everything must have played a role.]

A trait that embraces everything without covering anything else.

If it were the other guys, it would have been enough to pretend, but he was easily absorbing it. Even they couldn’t figure out how that was possible.

[Is it possible for a half-person who hasn’t even become a complete god to unfold something like this?]

I can’t believe it even after seeing it with my own two eyes.

But what unfolds is reality.

It was a harsh reality to accept.

[Is it really embracing everything?]

[Do you see this as embracing? From my point of view, this is like…]

An abyss that swallows everything.

It is like an endless darkness.

As well as the armor, Kunta, who was holding an axe, felt an unknown fear as he saw the great sword falling with countless tails. A visceral fear of being swallowed up overtakes oneself.

[no. There is nothing different.]

However, he gritted his teeth and stood up.

It’s better to turn the board upside down now that things have gotten to the point.

If you keep going like this, half a penny will be the result you want.

[What we do is not very different. In the end, there is only one weapon that survives.]

Whether it be a sword or a spear. I don’t know if it’s a different weapon.

[It can’t be made into a scabbard.]

[There’s nothing to porridge.]

Kung!

With a huge ax on his shoulder, Kunta breaks the ground and runs out.

Same goes for armor.

However, the other gods did not move while sitting in their seats.

without even moving.

He didn’t even blink.

Sitting on the throne, the only thing blinking was the sword and spear.

The two looked at a man reflected in the table and made different expressions.

He smiled black and looked at Chang with displeased eyes.

[Did you know it would become like this?]

[What do you mean Chang?]

[It was your will to bring him.]

The corners of Balterus’s mouth drew an arc at the expression “him.”

[Excuse me. Lactus, is that what you call the same existence as the father who gave birth to you?]

[Nonsense!!]

Kung! Lactus, who hit the table, pointed his finger at the man who was shining inside the table.

[The one who gave birth to me is not a being with such a pitiful soul. Are you still talking nonsense like that!?]

[It’s not good to deny the truth.]

[Then, are you admitting it? That we are beings created by the delusion of a mean existence!?]

[It might be so.]

Lactus spurred his seat and stood up at the calm reply.

[I can’t go along with your nonsense.]

[Now, whether that’s true or not. doesn’t mean much Whether he is the one who created us or the insightful person who wrote a similar story, the work is the same.]

The world reflected in the eyes of God is a faded sky with ashes already spread.

The scattered ashes slowly gather into one.

At the center of it is a man.

The ashes gathered in the expressionless man’s hands made a single sword.

As if commemorating the swords that were made, they insert them into the world one by one with a sad expression.

The sword and spear, seeing the man making a tombstone, waited for the slowly approaching end or the beginning.

* * *

A place where only desolate gray ashes fly.

The woman’s eyes, half buried in ashes, follow the back of a man.

[what. Are you doing it?]

The man’s back was big. But it also seemed heavy. The man was barely holding back his sorrow with a face about to cry.

He prayed while driving the sword in his grasp into the ground.

“I was honoring precious things.”

woman.

No, Stella remembered as she looked down at her buried body.

A star in the shape of a sword fell.

Stella’s sword was broken by the giant sword’s march that turned everything it touched into ashes.

What was contained in each sword was the mission they wanted to accomplish in their lifetime. It was the will to fulfill a promise that could not be kept.

Stella’s sword was broken against their will.

Defeat. she was defeated

Since he defeated himself, why is he sad when he can’t celebrate his victory?

How could he make a tomb of the sword in honor of what he could not achieve?

His image is piled with ashes like a desert.

Standing straight, you can see the number of countless swords stuck behind his back.

He touched each sword and smiled at the memories contained within.

Stella struggled to get up and touched one of his swords.

When I put my hand on the sword, I saw the figure of a woman. A country’s queen with pure white hair was happily laughing and enjoying the festival with a man whose face could not be seen.

[This is…]

This time he touched another hot-looking sword.

Soon, he was spending a lazy afternoon hugging his stomach, which was called by a red-haired woman with a sharp face.

In the flower garden of a large mansion, he drank tea with a sister who looked just like him and enjoyed small happiness.

all of them were happy

[This is…]

“This is all I can do.”

Show them the life they want.

“It’s just about hugging the sorrow and anguish you’ve experienced. That’s all.”

[…I thought you were trying to defeat me, but you already didn’t care about me. I’m not sure what the difference between what you did and what God did.]

“It’s not different. I took their power and put it inside me.”

Callius’ power has grown more than before. He turned most of the beings in this world to ashes and put them in his house.

Inside him, countless people have already become swords and are taking their places.

Instead of that, he just shows them their wishful thinking.

“I couldn’t stay away. The crisis of the things I want to protect. I will embrace all those I care about.”

[Is that your wish?]

“It is a calling.”

calling.

How can that be a calling?

[why? Is it the hypocrisy of a person who became a god?]

In response to Stella’s sharp question, Callius brushed past the swords with names written on them.

Passing through the swords with familiar names written on them, he headed in front of Stella and looked down into her eyes as he answered.

“Because it started with me.”

Stella couldn’t read all the dizzying emotions in her gray eyes.

just guess

[I wasn’t qualified to discuss qualifications.]

Stella’s new model, smiling brightly, collapses.

[From the moment I held my fragment. Because I had enough qualifications.]

Stella is becoming a scattering ash.

She absorbed into him and gave advice.

[God will aim for the moment when I am united. It’s a moment I’ve been waiting for a long time.]

“Are you okay with me?”

[Because you didn’t ignore what I ignored.]

Slowly.

Upon accepting her, a huge wave of power hits the area.

You can feel the complete unity between the fragments of Stella that she contains.

and that moment.

Colleas looked straight at the uninvited guest approaching, destroying his image.

ax and armor.

thud.

[Whoa…]

[He has quite a few friends.] When

he raised his hand, the ashes gathered and formed the shape of a wolf.

A dragon with horns and a sword.

Bibi, the Thunder Dragon, and a knight riding a dragon appeared and stood in front of Colius as if guarding them.

[Is that the source of your strength?]

Kunta’s snort sprayed as he asked with a rather serious face.

Carrying an ax bigger than my body on my shoulder, it seems that some kind of intimidation is engraved on the pattern of the greenskin made of scars.

god of the orcs.

Kunta, the ax god.

He was doing his best as a warrior while watching those who stood in an imperfect god.

“I couldn’t have done it alone.”

[Hmm.]

“Wasn’t that also true of you?”

[right. I did too. Being kept or being kept up to this place. Colliers. You are also a warrior.]

Kunta sensed the strong scent of a warrior from him. Warriors do not forget the death of their comrades.

he was a warrior

[Hey, anyway, you are no different. In the end, isn’t it that he wants to swallow everyone and open the golden cloth? You don’t have to cover up your desire to become an absolute leader with something like that.]

Lumpard, armed with golden armor, sneered at Kunta’s nose.

In the end, he belittled Colius, saying that you are the same guy.

“Lumpard. I have no intention of letting this world fall apart.”

[How did you do it?]

Slowly.

The new form of Colius turned to ashes and began to disappear. His voice, which disappeared soon after, rang out clearly.

– I will break the cloth of gold.

[How can you break the cloth of gold? Do you even know what it’s made of?]

Lumpard laughed at him to the fullest.

[The Golden Cloth is the sky above the sky. The weapon that will cut it is the one that reached the end of the sky.]

It was said that in order to break the golden cloth, you had to climb to the top of all the weapons.

Kwadeudeuk.

Lumpard was furious.

He clenched his hands tightly.

[Could a scabbard dare to do that? There is nothing I can do other than accept another weapon!! The fact that a guy who wants to become a scabbard carries a sword itself denies his existence, but you who don’t know it, dare to discuss gold cloth!]

There was no answer to Lumpard’s ardent speech.

but instead.

In front of him, a sword sheath was being made by gathering ashes.

-Then you can experience it yourself.

what a scabbard can do.

[What.]

Shaaa!

Soon the scabbard sucked up the armor.