Survival Story Of A Sword King In A Fantasy World

Hidden inside the building, Ryuhanbin carefully examines Crusmurg.

Apparently, he's dead.

That doesn't mean you can't move.

‘My guidelines are not normal. You can't totally believe it. ’

But the more I looked, the weirder it was.

Once there was no excessive movement.

No matter how deep you sleep, there must be a degree of fine fluctuation as long as you breathe.

The results were similar, even if they were generous.

Fourth power is great, there is even a scale, and I feel nothing.

‘.... I can't be like this. ’

Furthermore, whether you confirm this or step back, you have to make a choice.

After deliberation, Kivier made his decision.

“Let's check. ”

Hanbin's group approached Crusmerg.

Slowly narrow the distance, hiding as much as possible.

I see him more and more clearly.

Crusmerg's body, which he saw closely, was bloody on all wounds.

What looked like stains from afar was actually a dried blood stain.

More courage, this time back to the front of the beast.

Face the giant lion with his eyes closed.

Ryuhanbin, who was so nervous, stretched his sword.

“You're dead. ”

Epirdo sighs of relief.

“You're really dead. ”

Crusmerg's skull was split in half.

Of course, I can't be sure he's dead with that.

Many monsters have powerful regenerative abilities.

Nevertheless, there was reason to be certain of the death of the Beast.

Crusmerg's chest is severed, and there is an empty space in the heart area.

It was a trail that pulled out the Magic Stone.

Because the Magic Stone is the heart of the soul, no monster can survive without the Magic Stone.

Kivier puts the body of the Beast in front of him and puts out his tongue.

“…… Baotolt really did it. ”

Artis was also a bored face.

“My God, no matter how much the Sword King...

Then I had a chance to take a look around.

Certainly there were signs of all kinds of destruction everywhere.

It was clear that the Sword King and the Guardian were in battle.

Artis murmured.

“Then where is the Sword King? ”

“I'll find out right away. ”

Kivier walked towards the hydrologist, showing his motivation.

The time for friendship with the Sword King was near, so I couldn't be unmotivated.

That was when I was just about to shadow lead.

Suddenly, Ryuhanbin grabbed her shoulder.

“Wait, Kivier. ”

“Have other monsters appeared? ”

Kivier raises his body in tension.

Hanbin shakes his head.

“No, that's not it……

“Then don't interrupt. It's a breakdown of mental focus. ”

Instead of using impressions, she doubted.

Ryuhanbin's expression was strange.

I saw something very absurd and ridiculous.

Pointing to the fallen wall of the ruins, a little further away from the group, he said in a daze.

“I think I have something to see first. ”

I saw a circle of stones piled up beneath the wall.

It was too circular and artificial to be just a trace of debris falling apart.

In front of the tomb was a sack of the great sword, and even a crude tomb was erected.

A true warrior with the soul of the great Baltara, Baotolt Tel Leod, accomplished a lifetime of housekeeping and fell asleep here without regret. Kivier's mouth widened.

Eek? ”

Even the sword king of Baltara, Baotolt Tel Leno, was old enough to handle the elderly, but he was always young and strong.

It was thanks to the ‘blessings’ received from the six goddesses 33 years ago.

Technically, the blessing of the goddess is not just fire.

The six goddesses said:

“We bless the great heroes. You will return to your youth and your strongest wishes, and you will never die old! ”

Blessed Achmage Genovia became a young and beautiful woman in her sixties and twenties.

But the other three best men had a different situation.

Once a transcendent, Hélienne had no difference before or after being blessed.

She's a nymph who lives several times longer than a human.

He was still young 33 years ago.

Baotolt the Swordsman and Garhan returned to their 40s.

Returning to my youth usually reminds me of my twenties.

However, for masters like the Sword King or the Brain Master, the twentieth century is only a period of immature flesh.

Returning to the most active periods of the body and mind, Baotolt continued to follow this remarkable fortune for the rest of his life.

The dream of all the Baltara warriors and the king of the sword himself.

Being a true warrior.

I sold out following my dreams.

I continued to train, become strong, fight strong, and struggle.

It was a pleasant life.

One day, I didn't know I was going that far.

A long time ago, my old friends Garhan and Achmedge Genovia found him.

Garhan handed over the gun he found with a face filled with terror.

“Do you know how many years you have left, Baotolt? ”

Of course I knew.

A Baltara warrior who is criticized for being simply ignorant, but even the Swordsman himself admits that he is not a very smart man, but that doesn't mean that he can't even do an anomaly.

“I think I have about 10 years left.

But why? ”

“Why, you're saying you're going to die 10 years later, Baotolt? ”

“I'm sure he is. What I'm asking you is, why are you afraid of it? ”

It's only a matter of life and death.

“Why should that be a reason for fear? ”

Tired of baotoliths who didn't understand anything, the old friends went back.

From then on, however, Baotolt began to ponder what he did not usually do.

‘I see. Is the end coming? ’

I was not afraid of death.

For him, the accent was the most fun and entertaining.

If you do not confront death in fear of death, you will not have any pleasure.

But I started chewing on that meter.

"Did I really become a warrior? ’

Being a true warrior is his lifetime of housekeeping.

Stronger than anything else in the world, the strongest warrior in the world.

Is that who you are?

Baotolt couldn't be confident.

He was certainly the strongest man on earth.

In their own realm, there were different old friends, the three strongest, but they were one below themselves.

But that has never been proven.

The four strongest guys never fought each other.

The other three strongest, except for Baotolt, are not just strong.

Each one is in a high position to take charge of many people who rule his country.

They cannot risk their lives simply because of their own personal greed.

There is a need for clear objectives that can be proven otherwise.

A goal that is strong enough and high enough to achieve a lifetime of housekeeping.

He found such a goal.

‘Guardian Crusmerg. ’

If you can defeat that cannon, one of the Trinity of the Great Bow, you can look up to heaven and be proud that you are a true warrior.

I stayed in Kaltan and prepared for the final fight in earnest.

Gathered information about the Defender Crusmerg by constantly growing his strength.

Years went by like that.

Gabra found him.

He was subdued by the Sword King's mansion.

He was a weak artisan in his late seventies, but surprisingly helpful.

Thanks to this, rapid treatment and recovery became possible.

At the age of 96, the Sword King finally intuited that everything was ready.

And I confessed to Gabe.

“I will hunt the Goddess! ”

I still had about three years left, but I didn't care at all.

‘Good things don't go off! ’

He headed to the lowest floor of Kaltan, where he eventually became acquainted with the newcomer Crusmerg.

It was followed by intense struggle.

The defender was indeed strong.

The immortal body was desperately destroyed, and the same as the Great Sea also came to see the floor.

Nevertheless, he never gave up.

Finally, Baotolt's sword deeply cleaves Crusmerg's skull.

With the screams of the Terminator, Latna's strongest existence stopped breathing.

Of course, the price was never small.

The price for the death of the Beast was the death of the Swordsman himself.

“Sword King!”

Gabe, who was hiding in the distance, put on a frightening healing spell, but it was useless.

The energy of the Beast penetrates deep into the Sword King's wound.

At his level, it was an energy that could not even be healed.

Gabe screamed.

“I'm sorry, if I was a little stronger...! ”

The Sword King died and laughed.

“What are you sorry about? ”

It is the shame of a warrior to die peacefully in bed.

Death is worthy of a true warrior.

I've had a lifetime of housekeeping, and I've met the end of what I've been hoping for.

“It was a life without regrets. I wish there were no moths...

The...

Gabe then made a tomb and laid the sword on the king.

It was Gabe who put his sword and set up the tomb.

I wanted to transfer the body of the Swordsman to Cercaltan, but unfortunately I didn't have the strength to do so.

The Great Palace Kaltan was also a crowded place where Gabe escaped alone.

So I took only the Mage Stone of the Legendary Beast to prove the Sword King's wickedness and went out.

“…… This is all that remains of the past. ”

Kibi finished the shadow reading.

And it seemed like it was a blunder.

“Baotolt's dead? That monster who didn't think he was gonna die no matter what he did? ”

The same was true for the rest of the group, even though it collapsed.

“Was it really the tomb of the Sword King? ”

“No way...

“What do we do now? ”

They also hoped that if they only met the Sword King, everything would be done naturally.

That much Baotolt dancing was shaking Latna.

“What now......

Kibi covered his forehead.

All her plans focused on the Sword King.

I don't know what to do anymore.

“Hah..

The grin of the goddess flows powerlessly through the atmosphere of the Jeser labyrinth.

It was when everyone was so psyched.

Epir turns his head behind his back.

“Argh?”

“What's the matter, Epir? ”

On Artis' question, she draws a double sword.

“Someone's approaching! ”

Then Hanbin's group became nervous and in a state of battle.

Force is, of course, higher in Ryuhanbin or Kivier, but Epir is much more sensitive than the mood.

If she felt something, there's a very good chance it was true.

Earlier, five humans appeared across the darkness of the ruins.

A platinum-haired woman smiled brightly at Hanbin's group.

“Found it.”