Episode 275
âFire Moth?â
Is the fire moth god that Fatalite is talking about really talking about himself?
Lumpard was dumbfounded. She is a woman Lumpard also knows.
unspoiled genius.
Another sword that Balterus cherishes, such as being called a genius of misfortune.
However, the sword was taken away absurdly.
Fatalite.
âIs that your original personality?â
âThen would you have gone crazy? Iâm usually like this, but are you dissatisfied?â
Lumpard kept his mouth shut.
Mixing a few more words didnât seem like anything good. Lumpardâs gaze moved past Fatalite, past Emily, and then to Stella.
âIf Balterus had seen you now, he would have been very disappointed.â
âHe must have been disappointed. Or maybe youâll be satisfied, you donât know.â
Lumpardâs face contorted.
âEven Balterus! I couldnât get a single scratch on my armor. Do you know how to be different from you!â
âI am not here to break your armor. I only raised my sword to kill you.â
âDonât you know that if you canât break my armor, you canât kill me either?â
âIt remains to be seen.â
âHeung, the language doesnât work.â
Lumpard spread his arms.
Immediately, a pillar of fire shot up.
The soaring pillar of fire combed the shape of a dragon, beating its wings, and flowing lava flowed down.
Fatalite and Emily reached out to the sparks scattered here and there.
âEoyeonmu sword.â
Their swords flew gracefully as if gliding through the sky, removing huge fireballs of lava.
There were hundreds of thousands of them at once, but there was no blind spot in their swordsmanship.
and its center.
Stellaâs sword was drawn from the middle.
sereung.
At the same time as the elegant sword resounded.
squeak.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Lumpardâs pillar of fire split in half.
âcheeky!â
Dig!
The new model of Lumpard running through it continued like a comet.
âFatalite!â
âI know.â
Fatalite and Emily draw their swords.
Fatalite and Emily ran away.
At the same time, the description of the drawn sword was not very different.
A sword that vibrates countless times.
Use it to pull out one swordweed.
âShake it up.â
Like a willow tree swaying before the wind.
Fatalite and Emily swinging aimlessly and wielding ever-changing swords.
Itâs soft like a willow swinging around, but it cuts through enemies with strength.
In an instant, tens of thousands of sword roads lead in front of them.
Lumpard raises both arms to block what is to be blocked and avoid what is to be avoided while moving forward.
bang! Tae-aeng!
Every time their swords collided, flames spewed out of their armor like a dragon.
then soon
âAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!â
Aaaaaang!
Jump up and strike the ground with both fists.
Kwajajajajak!
As soon as it splits, the entire area crumbles and ascends to the sky.
When Fatalite and Emilyâs swords stopped for a moment, Lumpadâs attacks continued indiscriminately, aiming for the gap.
âI do not have the same level of knowledge as Miracle and Oracle. However, it has a good and solid body that is as good as the two. To me, defense is no different than offense.â
when he was a hero.
Lumpard was obsessed with armor to protect his fragile body.
A sturdy armor that covers and corrects even if it is broken and bleeds.
He has neither great strength nor skills that are close to miraculous.
The only thing I believe in is the power of the armor.
For him, armor is a mask that covers his weakness, and above all, a great weapon.
chuck.
Lumpad, who was right in front of me, hugged Fatalite with both arms.
Quadduk!
âHow do you know I killed dragons with nasty tempers when I was a human?â
âItâs something Iâm not curious about, but⊠kuh.â
âDried to death.â
He didnât have much power.
However, Lumpard had stronger mental strength and persistence than anyone else.
So he strangled the dragon and killed it.
He clung to him relentlessly and attacked constantly so that he couldnât even eat a sip of water.
Slowly, slowly, it dried to death.
Lumpard does not let go of a goal he has once set, no matter what.
âItâs nothing special for a man who is this persistent.â
âYou will change your mind after a while.â
Kkwadeuk Wood Deuk!
As the bones of the whole body are broken, they are burned together with the scorching heat.
Itâs normal that it should have been burnt to ashes at once, but somehow itâs finer than I thought.
âWhatâŠâ
âWell. There is only one man in the world that I have recognized. AndâŠâ
He gurgled.
Fatalite, bleeding from the corners of her mouth, said with a terrifying expression.
âThatâs what happens when you catch a dragon. You son of a bitch.â
âWhat!â
slip.
Fataliteâs form turns to ashes and escapes from Lumpadâs arms.
and immediately thereafter.
âPahwaro.â
Stellaâs fire furnace cuts through Lumpad like a storm.
âKeuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!â
Petals of a storm that strikes the whole body.
Add to that.
âPianhua.â
Petals even explode.
âthorn.â
A stab that brings all the power together.
Emilyâs thorn stabs Lumpard in the chest.
Quung-!
The shock wave that spreads like a ripple centered on Lumpad blows up the entire Colosseum.
Quagga gagagak-!
Above the smoke of the collapsed Coliseum.
Fatalite, who appeared, brings the Eoyeonmu Swords together and materializes them.
âThe giantâs sword.â
Holds a martial sword in the shape of a giant sword with your hand. Fataliteâs eyes fell like comets in black smoke.
Head to Lumpad.
Kwajijijijijik!
âOh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Lumpardâs scream as he gripped the giant sword with both hands resonated.
blah blah blah.
There is a crack in the glove that blocks the sword.
The golden armor is cracked.
From the gut to the arm.
from the forearm to the chest.
from the chest to the whole body.
and soon.
Kwachangchang!!
â!!â
The golden armor is broken.
* * *
The gold is broken.
However, Kunta, the god of the axe, had a nonchalant expression on his face.
âThe sun shines like gold, but at twilight it is redder than anything else.â
when the golden light faded.
Only then will the golden armor be broken. The red of twilight reveals itself.
The golden armor fades and the red armor of dusk reveals itself.
Bloodstained armor.
The bloody armor that Lumpard has accumulated is finally revealed.
âYou swordsman who wants to become a god. Can you break the armor resembling twilight?â
Turning his head, Kunta looked around and looked down at Lumpad.
Around Lumpad.
Stella is the only one standing.
Fatalite and Emily had long since turned to ashes and disappeared.
Stella wouldnât be much different either.
Looking down at the battle situation, Kunta brushed his long beard and smiled.
Lumpard had his arms on the ground and his hips raised, as if he were preparing for a sprint.
âAre you going to write that?â
Lumpard has become a god, but has no fighting skills.
Just armor to keep you strong.
The one who ascended to the divine position with that alone.
So the way he takes down enemies is also all geared towards his armor.
How to take down enemies with armor.
Its one of its biggest advantages.
âItâs a manâs skill.â
A lightning-like torso headbutt.
Quite an extreme technique that requires you to overcome the fearful enemyâs attack and advance.
A skill like an angry wild boar that rushes in and charges as if it has lost its fear.
But rather, because of that, he is a true man and a skill that can be called a warrior.
âSlap the sun.â
Legendary techniques inherited instinctively from ancient times are manifested from the gods.
The red armor spreads light.
Like the sun before setting, it rushes at it with a red and ominous light.
Loompardâs speed as he ran on the ground with his back bent deeply like an animal was the speed of light.
As if the light flickers, Stellaâs sword flashes light at the same time as Lumpard approaches Stella at the same time as her eyes blink once.
Stellaâs sword, reflected in the twilight, glows red and moves like an afterimage.
âYoo-su-hwa.â
In an instant, the name he uttered and the skill of the sword merged into one.
A sword that a young man who was weak in the vastness of technology tried but failed to achieve.
A skill that was perfected by a helpless old man who saw the sword and passed it on later. It flows and flows like a running river and returns to the originator of the sword.
relieve and relieve
Move the sword face only with enough force to lift the sword.
shedding. best shedding.
Shedding everything in the world and preparing to accept it, shed Lumpardâs attack.
âno.â
A stronger attack than expected.
Stellaâs shedding moves quickly and counterattacks.
Stellaâs sword, which moved in a subtle line, aimed at the red-hot Lumpad.
Kwaaang-!
blah blah blah!!
Blinking red light. The entire area is shattered by the clash of armor and sword, and a storm rages.
so-so-so-so!!
However, no one will back down.
Time like eternity flows in the collision of powers that no one retreats.
But everything has an end.
Jjeok kwachang-!!
Soon the sword, which is weaker than the armor, breaks. Stella vanishes in a red glow, and the huge gate behind her is ripped open with a huge hole.
âWhoa whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.â
A loompard that sounds like a beast.
His whole body shuddered and his consciousness, which had been immersed in pain and pleasure, opened his eyes.
The first thing I saw was the marble floor, not the dirt floor like the previous gateway.
Rather than a plaza, it is a suitable place to see it as someoneâs room.
Pillars made of fancy decorations and solidly decorated weapons placed beside them.
And in the center of it, a gray man sitting on a bizarre throne that seems to have been made by crushing arms.
Colliers von Zervan.
He was the one who would become the god of the scabbard and the owner of this gray world.
âPeople tend to think of ashes as just the leftovers of a fire.â
As soon as he met Lumpadâs eyes, he started talking about the ashes.
Lumpard continued to talk about what was so interesting about the story he wasnât interested in.
âIf you get dirty things on your hands, they get dark and try not to touch them. However, ashes are light and brittle, so even if you try to avoid them, you will easily bury them.â
âwhat are you talking about.â
Lumpard, who barely caught his breath, straightened his back and raised his strength again.
No more wasting time with him.
deal with it quickly
Thatâs all there is to Lumpardâs mind.
It was because the thought that he could be defeated if he delayed further dominated his head.
The result of belittling the guyâs image was the same sense of exhaustion as now. I destroyed everything, but the consumption of power was quite large. speedy conclusion.
Defeating him and taking his power was the only chance to make up for this loss.
âAll the enemies you met on your way here were all ashes.â
re.
A giant with a long-standing evil relationship whom we met for the first time.
And the nameless knights, beasts, and dragons that came out one after another.
Even the words cherished by the forgotten gods.
The gateway he crossed by killing them all.
The existences of the gateway that Lumpard had broken were all made of ashes.
Because when they fall, they all fall to ashes.
âYour body is full of ashes.â
ââŠ!!â
I got goose bumps.
Under Lumpardâs armor, every hair on his body stood out.
Ash is lightly scattered.
And it gets buried easily.
That is the nature of ashes.
âI am a sheath of ashes.â
The things that the scabbard also embraced.
All is but ashes.
Ashes all over Lumpardâs armor as well.
itâs all his
âYou donât think that all the people you defeated are dead, do you?â
Even if ashes become ashes, will they disappear?
What remains in the burned forest are ashes.
However, it is the same that another life blooms in the ashes.
âIsnât your body heavy?â
thud!
In an instant, Lumpard fell on one knee.
I felt a tremendous weight, as if someone was holding my leg.
Then there were the two arms.
bang!! The lower back and the arms trying to hold on shattered the marble.
heavy.
He could feel the weight of those he had broken from the ashes that weighed down his shoulders.
âYou, who have no special skills or powers, became a god only with armor. obsession with it This is definitely a great result.â
However, to put it the other way around.
âThatâs all there is to it.â
Ashes gathered in the hands of Callius, who sat on the throne and braced his chin.
They are soon gathered and condensed by black gravity to form a sphere.
The black orbs that gathered while creating a bizarre noise were the force of gravity made up of several layers.
And the power and skills of various people gathered in the ashes were concentrated. A sphere of power that seems impossible to reach at a glance.
A bizarre force capable of devouring everything.
Its name is simple.
âfruit.â
Is it a fruit formed from several flowers gathered together?
Or is it just Godâs negligence to right a wrong, no one knows.
However, one thing is certain.
âLooks like I won the bet.â
Soon after, the spilled fruit slowly goes to Lumpad
.
Lumpardâs armor, which had never been cracked for centuries.
Kwachangchangchang!!
broke in an instant
âNo eh eh eh!!â
the negligence.
Lumpard swallowed everything.