Episode 893
-Isn’t that old man the wretch whose arm the king tore off?
Lasdo frowned as if he recognized the swordsman.
‘that’s right.’
Raon looked at the swordsman and chewed his molars.
‘It’s him.’
An old man with gray hair and eyes as thin as thread. He was definitely Dreck, a member of the Shinju Oryeong and the leader of the Black Lotus.
“Sageumma. Why are you here?”
I thought there would be a monster-like being in the rock made of sorcery, but I didn’t know it would be the Four Swords.
‘I don’t know what you’re thinking.’
I couldn’t understand why the master of the Black Lotus, a power just below the Five Emperors, and a transcendent being with no shortcomings, was spreading such terrible fraud here.
“I wanted to go back.”
The swordsman spread his arms with a faint smile.
“Going back? What does that mean?”
Raon narrowed his eyes, not understanding what the swordsman was saying.
“I walked the path to hell after having my arm torn off by the Blue Demon King.”
The swordsman looked at the shoulder with the prosthetic limb hanging from it and twisted his lips.
“The wounds inflicted on me by the Demon King never healed, and continued to torment me. As time passed, my strength did not recover, but rather diminished.”
He held his wrinkled forehead as he said that every day was excruciating pain.
“Because I lost my arm, I had no choice but to live in a state of transcendence but not transcendence. But that is not the greatest pain.”
The swordsman looked at Raon and smiled faintly.
“The scum of the Shinjuoryeong have been ignoring me because I’ve become weak. No! It’s not just them. The whole world has been treating me like a bird with broken wings!”
He ground his teeth as he stroked his purple-tinted prosthetic hand.
“Laon Sieghart. Do you know?”
The swordsman raised his gaze very slowly, as if time had stopped.
“Do you know the pain of those who have lost their power? The pain of those who stood in the sky and then fell to the ground?”
He chuckled and shook his head thinly.
“You wouldn’t know. You, who only climbs up without knowing how high the sky is, would never know.”
The swordsman lowered his hand, saying that it was natural for him not to know.
“But it’s okay now. I can go back to my seat.”
He ripped the entire purple-tinted prosthetic arm off his shoulder.
Teardrop!
As the Four Swordsmen threw his prosthetic limb on the ground, the sea of evil that had surrounded the grasslands and mountains began to violently shake and be sucked into him.
Phew!
Like amniotic fluid that carries a child from a mother, waves of fraud rapidly condensed and enveloped the entire body of the Four Swordsman.
‘Should I hit it now?’
Raon bit his lip as he adjusted his grip on the Jecheon Sword.
-No way! If that compressed fraud explodes, everyone behind you will die. You will also be badly injured.
Las shook his head, saying that the current Sagumma was no different from a powder keg.
‘Then I have no choice but to watch?’
It was when Raon clicked his tongue and pulled Manhwagong and Glacia into a polarity.
Thud thud!
A new arm of purple flesh sprouted from the Sageumma’s shoulder. It didn’t feel like a troll’s regenerative power. It looked like a completely new body had sprouted out of slime.
But that wasn’t all the bastard had changed.
Phew.
As if time had been turned back, the grayish-gray hair of the swordsman turned pitch-black, and his wrinkled gray skin became firm and elastic.
An old man who looked to be close to 100 years old suddenly appeared to be in his 20s.
Kuoooooooo!
As the Four Swordsman clenched his fist with his newly sprouted hand, a huge wave occurred and the riverbed he was standing on split in half. It was a manifestation of terrifying power.
“Yes. This is the power. I wish to return to the days when I commanded the continent.”
He drew a gloomy smile, covering the brightly shining sun with his new hand.
“No, I went back and it wasn’t true. I should say I came back to life.”
“… .”
Raon bit his lip as he looked at the purple arm of the Four Swordsman.
‘What is that….’
More shocking than the fact that the Four Swordsmen had grown younger or that he had grown a new arm was the amount of evil energy contained in that arm.
It seemed as if the entire sea of fraud that had covered the entire meadow had seeped into that arm.
“What on earth have you done?”
Raon lowered his eyebrows as he looked at the smiling Sageomma.
‘This isn’t something that can be done with normal strength.’
It is impossible for a human to grow a new arm. It was clear that the Four Swordsmen had used the fraud here to carry out their evil deeds.
“There is always something needed to properly deal with fraud.”
The swordsman waved his fingers thinly.
“It is a sacrifice.”
“what…?”
“The purple sea that covers this meadow is the essence of the many things that the Black Lotus has built up. It contains the blood of countless people.”
He raised his eyes slightly, muttering that they were too precious.
“blood….”
Raon swallowed dryly as he repeated the word blood that the swordsman had spoken of.
‘You said it was a mountain sacrifice… .’
Normally, when someone says something is soaked in blood and sweat, it means that they put in a lot of effort, but the blood that Sageomma was talking about seemed to mean real human blood.
‘There… .’
Trevin said that zombies using swordsmanship emerged from the sea of fraud. The puzzle that had been fitting together one by one suddenly took shape.
“You wouldn’t… .”
Raon trembled his lips as he looked at the four swordsmen.
“Did you offer your men as living sacrifices?”
“Yes. Half of the Black Lotus is buried in this land.”
The swordsman nodded without the slightest hesitation, as if he were saying something to be proud of.
“Those children would all have died happily. It would be a great honor for them to be of help to me even after death.”
He smiled, his purple-tinted eyes looking down.
“crazy….”
Raon put strength into the hand holding the Jecheon Sword.
‘I’m out of my mind.’
Sacrificing half of the Black Lotus to restore his own strength, I knew that the Black Sword Demon himself was a dark person, but this was crossing the line too far.
-You sacrificed your subordinates to become stronger?
Lass glared at the swordsman and gritted his teeth.
– Hand yourself over to the king immediately! This time, I will tear off his head, not his arms!
The guy was really angry and was swinging his fist back and forth.
“Of course, that’s not all….”
The swordsman looked at himself and smiled broadly.
“In order for me to be resurrected in this form, I needed a pure unmanned aura.”
“Unmanned aura?”
“Yeah. The fraud was enough, but it wasn’t easy to get the aura. So… .”
He clenched his jaw as he watched the flames of the cartoonist who had pushed away the fraud.
“I made this plan. So that I can obtain the aura you expend by hunting your monsters or pushing away your fraud.”
The swordsman clapped his hands slightly, saying that everything had been planned from the beginning.
“I actually thought it would take quite a while, but thanks to you coming, I was able to finish it very quickly. It was a good thing I started working here, just like the guy said.”
He praised himself, saying that it was a perfect plan.
“That guy? Who is that?”
Listening to what the swordsman had to say, it seemed like he wasn’t the only one doing this.
“There’s no reason to tell you that.”
The swordsman snorted and shook his head. Judging by his hurt pride, it seemed to have something to do with Oma.
‘Did Shinjuoryeong eventually go over to Oma?’
No, I’m not sure, considering what you said about being ignored earlier.
It would be better to think that this incident was not committed by Shinjuoryeong, but by Sageumma and Sahukryeon alone.
“I’m in a really good mood right now. In fact, I promised myself that I would save the guys I first met…”
The swordsman stroked the sword on his waist and licked his lips.
“Laon Sieghart. I can’t just let you go.”
“I don’t think you have any grudges?”
Raon asked with a frown.
“You are not there, but I am.”
The swordsman smiled and waved his hand.
“You survived thanks to the appearance of the Demon King, and I fell into despair because of the appearance of the Demon King.”
He ground his teeth so loudly that they made a cracking sound as he grabbed the sword.
“Since then, I have fallen repeatedly, while you have risen endlessly. You captured the light dragon Kaibar and earned the nickname of Dragon Slayer, defeated your father, King Roman and earned the nickname of Usurper, and even led the war against the Southern and Northern Alliance to victory!”
He folded his fingers as he listed his accomplishments one by one.
“Your name is called everywhere in the world, but my name is not called anywhere in the world. It’s as if I’ve already disappeared! Aliases and names that are not called have no value.”
The swordsman nodded, chuckling. The word inferiority complex seemed to be reflected in his purple eyes.
“I heard that you were called the Transcendent of the New Era and that you would defeat me, the last of the old era. That’s why I made a promise. Next time I see you, I will cut off your head and end the New Era or whatever.”
He chuckled, saying he had no idea the opportunity would come so quickly.
When I saw the voice and speech of an old man coming from a young appearance, a chill ran down my spine.
“My Lord!”
“Joe, what happened a little while ago!”
“are you okay…?”
Burren, Martha, and Runaan, who had been pushed back by the explosion caused by the Four Swordsmen, approached.
“Laon!”
“My Lord! Are you okay?”
“The sea of fraud has disappeared, so why does the stench become even worse?”
Trevin and the other inspectors also came running, worried about him.
“Everyone step back.”
When Raon waved his hand and told him not to come any closer, Sageomma drew the sword on his waist.
“Let’s get started. A fight where the old transcendents trample on the new transcendents.”
Along with the swordsman’s brainwave, a purple slash surged before my eyes. It was a wave of evil spirit that he had unleashed in a split second.
Oh my god!
He spread his salty sword and split the waves of fraud that were coming his way.
“Get out of here as fast as you can!”
It was when Raon gave orders to the Gwangpungdae and Cheoljeondae to retreat all the way.
Cheeeeeeeing!
A sword-like shape rose from the purple-tinged riverbed like a flash of lightning.
Jeez, jeez, jeez!
It was difficult to block everything with the Jecheon Sword, so he pulled out the Jinhon Sword and struck back at the Sagi Sword that was trying to pierce him.
‘It’s heavy.’
Each and every one of the rising swords of fraud were transcendent sword strikes, so my hands trembled just from blocking them.
“Not only did he regain his youth, but his body also returned to its youth, which is how he was able to exert such strength.”
The swordsman raised his lips as if he was satisfied with his own strength.
“I wonder how long you can last.”
He made an arrogant gesture and drew his sword.
“It’s just the beginning.”
The space through which the Four Swordsmen’s sword passed split open, and monsters with gleaming purple eyes emerged from within.
‘What is that…?’
Raon suppressed his panicked emotions and swung his sword at the pouring monsters of fraud.
But they dispersed like fog and then gathered again, revealing their blackened teeth.
It didn’t seem like a real monster, but rather a sword fight made of fraud.
Phew!
He unleashed his Manhwagong Hwaryeong, but it was unable to stop all the monsters, and his waist was torn into thin pieces. The torn wounds turned black as if they were rotting away.
“This is my throne’s magic mirror.”
As the Four Swordsman swung his sword diagonally, monsters wrapped in a thicker aura than before poured out and fell towards him and the Gwangpungdae.
“And that is the last thing you will ever see in this world.”
* * *
Kookookookookook!
The four swordsmen continued to attack Raon, laughing excitedly.
‘Yes. I needed this power!’
His youthful body was brimming with vitality, and his spirit was like a spring that never ran dry, its end seemed to be in sight. Invincible. That word he had thought was so far away seemed to be embedded in his own powerlessness.
Kuwaaaaaah!
Just by striking down the Sword of Fraud, the earth is torn apart and Raon is pushed back while staggering.
A smile naturally came to my face as I felt myself overwhelming the young transcendent being in terms of strength and speed.
“Was that all? Are you looking down on me to that extent?”
The Four Swordsmen summoned the monsters that were created by cutting through space. It was a sword attack and a summoning technique. It was a skill that could never be cut by ordinary auras.
Cheeeeeeeing!
Raon tried to eliminate the evil spirits by using mysterious methods, but he was continuously pushed back while sustaining large and small wounds.
‘I can’t even move my hands.’
As I watched Raon Sieghart, who had been told that he was being defeated, being pushed away without being able to do anything, I felt an unbearable joy.
I wanted to take that bastard’s head and show the world my integrity.
‘I’ll get revenge on that demon lord too… ugh!’
He wanted revenge on the Blue Demon King who had brought him humiliation and despair.
But when I think of him, those noble blue eyes come to mind. I am overcome with fear that I won’t be able to overcome him even with my current strength.
‘No. For now, let’s just think about Raon Sieghart.’
He vowed to think about the Blue Demon King later and swung down his sword, which was burning with evil.
Kookookookookook!
The damp fraud exploded and the space where Raon was standing began to disappear.
‘It’s the end.’
It would be impossible for Raon, who couldn’t even properly dodge the monster of fraud, to block the sword attack now.
He will disappear from this world, leaving only his neck behind.
‘Now I will take revenge on those Shinjuoryeong bastards who ignored me, and I will make them a promise…’
It was when the Four Swordsmen thought the battle was over and were thinking about their next plan.
Kuuuung!
A loud noise, as if the heavens and the earth were shaking, erupted, and red and blue flashes of light rose from the waves of evil.
Choaaaaaaah!
Half of the wave of fraud sank in a blaze of golden flame, while the other half crumbled into pieces, frozen in a silvery cold.
Between the Flame Sword and the Frost Sword, a bright red eye appeared.
“ah….”
Looking at Raon’s red eyes, Sageomma was reminded of the blue eyes of the Demon King who had torn off his arm.
The colors were very different, but the noble gaze and status of the tyrant were exactly the same.
“I guess we can fight now.”
Raon nodded after checking the distant wind and iron poles.
“You wouldn’t call me… .”
The swordsman trembled as he realized that Raon had bought time for the other swordsmen to escape.
“The lord said it’s still too much, but I think it would be good to try today.”
Raon raised his chin haughtily, holding up the divine sword that was burning with flames and the magical sword that was flashing with frost.
“The wall of the Shinjuoryeong.”
