Reincarnation of the Sword Master

65. Ground paradise (2)

"Here I am."

Lacan rolled up his sleeves with a confident face. Lee Hyung's energy began to gather in his stretched hand.

"Even though I haven't done anything so far, I'll show you it's different!"

Whooooooooooh!

The wavelength spreads. The power to shake a person's mind and stimulate trauma. The average person was going to moan for a few days.

'I guess the mental system is the main focus.’

Although colorful, the main magic direction is still set. Lacan seemed to be heading towards the psychological system.

The repercussions hit the knights. But the knights were holding the weapon, not responding. Lacan's eyes are rounded.

"Huh, uh, doesn't it work?"

"They're both conscious and unknowable in the first place, and they can't work."

Asher muttered and kicked his foot. The knights swung the sword in the dust.

Ugh!

Weapons clash with weapons. Knights were shooting at Asher in a circle, and Asher was blocking all attacks with a single sword.

'Are you having a hard.

Although they fought back from time to time, they were the best knights in Libya who kept their resistance. It was hard to break through by mere force.

'I could use my strength.'

He glanced sideways at the ruban. I was still watching him with a smile.

'I can't do that as long as it's there. Come on.

Kaga's coming!

When the sword is swung roughly, the swords directed at Asher bounce off. He gets out of the gap. His jaw dropped and he ignored Poitan, who was looking at him, and opened his mouth.

"You."

"Uh, huh? Me?"

Lacan pointed his finger at himself with stupid eyes. Asher clicked his tongue.

"Who would it be, then? The thing you wrote to me earlier. To what extent is it possible."

"Oh, that. If you put your strength together, you can reach a medium wave size."

"Then gather up. If I tell you, step on it and burst it."

"Eh? Why..."

"I don't have time to explain."

Don't worry!

"Huh!"

The knights rushed into the dust. Poitans hurriedly blocked it with weapons. Asher lowered her posture and rather penetrated toward the article. He tripped over the opponent's foot, grabbed his head and plunged him into the ground.

Whoo-hoo!

"Let's see."

He quickly backed away from the swinging weapon. The fallen knight did not move for a moment and soon sprang up.

"No physical fainting works."

It shook the brain, but there was no blow. At this point, I wondered if he was alive or dead.

Damn it. I can't feel anything. It just looks like I'm dancing alone.]

"It's hard."

Of course, that doesn't mean there's no way to respond. The earthquake is perfect, but that's it.

Asher threw the sword at the prosecutor in front of her and pulled out. As the knights rushed in, they took out a huge old bird and drew a rough circle.

The drivers hurriedly stepped out of the range, but the prosecutor in front of them did not come in the first place to prevent the flying sword, and there was a gap in the dust.

Asher held the ringed hand and waved it. Intangible repercussions spread out in disorder.

Wham!

I approached the gap and hit my head with a Mace. The pitch was crushed like scrap metal, staggered for a while, and soon fell on the floor.

"You can't stand this."

I didn't kill him. He was not evil enough to kill an opponent who might or might not have his will.

When one collapsed, he hurriedly made a new dustproof earthquake, but he looked nervous unlike before. This is not a problem to pierce. Asher stepped down and grabbed the neck of Poitan, who fought with a knight and energy.

"Oh?"

"Now."

"Lower!"

Lacan stepped on the ground with his feet. The earth rolled forward like waves. The knights fell down in disgrace, but their reputation is the best. He immediately tried to stay in position and control the earthquake. Then Asher waved her hand with a plain black ring.

Crying!

An intangible curtain spread from the ring around them. Asher ran after the waves, catching Lacan and Poitan.

Kagagak!

Whoo-hoo!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The knights swung the sword, but it was blocked by the ring and could not reach them. He swung his fist at the gate as he passed through the crack.

Whoo-hoo!

"Arrived."

"Cough, cough, cough!

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Asher threw it roughly, Poitan and Lacan rolled on the floor. Poitan did a little trick, but Lacan turned around a few times and barely stopped, probably because he was a wizard.

"What... what are you doing?.”

"Come inside and watch it."

"Come on, hold on. Ruban!"

Poitans scrambled up. Asher did not bring Ruban. Asher said with a soft face.

"Don't worry about him. I'll come in on my own."

"What are you talking about? He doesn't have any power!"

"Ha-ha, I'm glad I'm worried."

"Huh?"

Poitan turned his head. Ruban walked from the inside with a nonchalanthusiastic face.

"What, what, how?"

"They don't care about me. So I just came in.”

"…what's going on with my hard work?”

"But everyone didn't get hurt. That's amazing."

Ruban glared at Asher with his eyes, but Asher did not respond and looked at the articles. As if he had no intention of seeking any more, he began to settle down to protect the broken gate.

"It was half a gamble."

"They're the knights who protect their minds, not the knights who chase the knights. They're still very well-informed."

"That's a good thing... Now, wait. Then what happens when I go out?”

Poitan, who was sighing with relief, asked hurriedly. Ruban shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know. Whether he thinks he's a visitor or an intruder just the same. The latter is going to be tough.”

"Ah…."

Poitans made a tear.

***

'It's useful.'

a dull black ring The armor brought from the box of the Empire, and its power forms an intangible shield.

Basically, there is a limit to durability, but it is recharged over time, and it is a shield that is created by simply applying strength to the ring regardless of the limitation or posture.

There was no better ring for a prosecutor who pushed into the body. I brought it with me, and it was actually very useful.

"…why did you build a place like this?”

Poitans sat down and grumbled. I decided to take a break under his vehement insistence. It didn't matter because there were no articles that prevented it if it was introduced.

"Luban, you said you were a historian. Do you have any idea why they built this place?”

"Yes, I know."

Ruban spoke in a bright tone. Asher chewed beef jerky without saying a word.

"Then explain it to me. I know this is a paradise on earth, but where on earth is it?”

"It's like this now, but this place is definitely paradise. No one had to work, most of them died at the end of their lives, and they had no food worries.”

"…is a paradise on earth."

Poitans muttered curtly.

"But why did they make it?”

"Haha. Is it history time? I like it. You know about heroes, don't you?"

"How can you not know?"

"Old. Sixty years ago, there was a young hero. It was a time of war, so it was very rare for me to enjoy my life, and everyone was hungry. It's not strange for a person who went through the disaster with his or her eyes to have a dream of creating a happy world for everyone, right?”

It was just different whether it had the power to realize it. The hero had the power to realize him.

"But it was hard to be alone. So the hero saved a person. But think about it. Do you think Poitan would join us?"

"No."

Poitan shook his head firmly. Making paradise a reality. No one was so romantic that he participated in such a vain dream.

"That's right. People didn't gather. As soon as the hero tried to make himself, one came."

Ruban grinned.

"It's the cannabis."

Lacan shuddered. He pretended not to be interested, but his ears were directed at Luban.

"Now that the magic met, things got faster. The dream that I thought was fanciful began to come true, and people gathered one by one. And it was founded in the Kingdom of Ravia."

Eventually, the hero made his dream come true. Poitans burst into admiration.

"That's great. I heard it. I didn't know it was made that way.”

"Many people wanted to come. And the hero took them all to the limit. Paradise on earth. There's no one who hates it, right?”

"...then why is it ruined?"

"Isn't that a natural result?"

Ruban raised the corners of his mouth. She smiled a faint smile as if she was really enjoying it.

"Man lives to achieve something. The goal is to leave something of your own, except for a very few. But there is no perfect equality, no discrimination, and there is no danger of life here.”

Therefore, there is no goal.

"Paradise was not supposed to be on the ground.”

"...that's what made you do this? Just for that?"

Poitan tilted his head. It was a direction that was not understandable in general view.

"I don't know. It's just a guess. But don't you think there's a possibility? Look at them now. They just repeat themselves, they do nothing. I just live without trying for my dream."

"…no way."

Poitan's expression slightly hardened. The atmosphere has subsided. Lacan also had a gloomy face. Luban was the only one smiling.

"Oh. Come to think of it, Asher. Do you mind if I ask you something?"

"…tell me."

asked Poitan, changing his expression as if he had hardened. He was a man who was used to changing the atmosphere. Poitan opened his mouth with a serious face.

"Why are you using the Imperial Edict?”

***

"Asher is strong. From my narrow experience, no one was as strong as Asher."

Poitan's eyes were filled with envy. There was a yearning. Asher sighed.

"So?"

"If Asher were to use a different sword than the Imperial one, she would be much stronger. I know it's not polite, but I can't stay still. Unless you have a particular reason, why don't you use a different sword?"

"I'm sorry, but that's impossible."

"Oh, I guess you have a reason."

"That's not it."

Asher took out the sword.

"I can't learn anything else."

"…what?"

Poitan tilted his head as if he didn't understand. Asher muttered, looking at the watery sword.

"What you've learned is Shake's sword."

"Yes, you recognize it at a glance.”

"It's such a strong sword."

a sword that shakes like cherry blossoms Not only the silk sheikh's swordsmanship, but also all other swordsmanship were characterized. The only thing that didn't is the Imperial sword.

"Look carefully."

Asher waved her arm. Shake's swordsmanship was not something I had never learned. The sword moved.

"…oh?"

Poitans' eyes shook. The movement of the sword was awkward. It was as if the prosecutor, who was not even a third-rate prosecutor, was only moving by force. Asher stopped his arm.

"That's not going to work.”

There was nothing new about it was nothing new. This cursed talent was carved into the soul after reincarnation.

"…why? It's as good as Asher."

"Because I'm not talented."

There was no room for effort in the sword of a hero, not the sword of the Empire.

"I have no talent."

"But his skills...!”

"That's one thing and swordsmanship is another. You'd know if you were a prosecutor. He who has no talent can't even approach him."

In terms of talent alone, Poitan was superior to Asher. He won because he had a lot of experience.

Ruban mumbled with strange eyes.

"Hmm. The swordsmanship is the same as magic, isn't it?”

"What do you mean the same? Is that the same way you move the sword with SinB?”

"But it's the same. Asher doesn't have talent, so she can't use the sword itself. Usually, most of the work, no matter how talented you are, you can go up to apprenticeship. But you're not, are you?”

Ruban hummed.

"He who has no talent cannot touch him. It's like magic."

"I'm not wrong."

That's why Maddozas liked Asher. I thought being stupid and stupid really resembled them.

Poitan did not seem to accept it properly, but he simply withdrew. Asher finished chewing the beef jerky.

[Um.]

The dying sword murmured.

[I've been wanting to talk to you for a while.]

The sword groaned.

[The sword that he used by him.

"Shake's sword."

[Yeah, that one.]