Chapter 349
Five dragons floated in the sky.
Five dragons began to bite the Balkans.
At that point I was briefly thrilled.
And after a while.
-Five forbidden martial arts are gathered together to make ‘Cheonma-gong ‘.
-If you ascend all five dragons, you will be the master of the perfect celestial god.
-The sky horse is a true king, the power to embrace all heaven.
Comes back.
Wolcheon. Was his voice.
Soon the sword began to tremble.
[Acquired ‘The Sky Horse’]
[Wolcheon has been strengthened (+5)]
[+1, never breaks]
[+1, adds health +9]
[+2, added cutting power to break even holy.]
[+2, adds the effect of ‘Strength + 9’]
[+3, Reaching a State of True Unity.]
[+3, the effect of ‘Agility + 9’ is added.]
[+4, absorbs all magical power and delivers it to the user]
[+4, adds the effect of ‘Intellectual Intelligence + 9’]
[+5, Igei sword (以 氣 御劍) is possible, and the person who is recognized by the sword acquires the qualification of the sword. You can use Celestial Sky.]
[+5, adds the effect of ‘horsepower + 9’]
Wonderful windows and letters protruding like crazy.
Ah!
I screamed silently.
The Awakening of Oryong. That alone will make this difference.
All changes were over and Wolcheon was completed.
Cheap is not enough.
transcendence. It was transcended.
If it was possible to combine the spear of Lu in this form, Wolcheon, an absolute weapon would dare to kill even God.
“I, Arheim command! The land on which I stand is my holy name! May all ministry be concentrated on me! ”
Piaahaaah!
Thump! thud! Kwaaang!
Moment.
Typhoon struck, lightning thundered.
In its center, Arheim appeared.
vast horsepower. Just standing with your feet on the ground cried. The air swells and the sky trembles.
By focusing all the ministry on himself, he too was born again a transcendental.
”52. The Great Star (2)” The End
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”52. The Great Star (3)”
The chief of the factions, Arheim.
I don’t know much about him.
But I know it’s an opponent you shouldn’t belittle.
Daemon Lord reigns over the top of the monster. Daemon load that oversees that daemon load. Because it would be more difficult and powerful than any monsters ever faced.
Eug.
smells magical powers.
My body was sending me a warning.
Don’t be arrogant. Do your best. Fight to die.
Haaaaaaah.
But it did not seem to be lost.
Is it arrogant? Are you drunk on yourself?
I heard Wolcheon. I feel more cold in my hand. It is true unity. The sword and I resonated, and I felt as if my eyes were attached to the sword.
Right now I am not free. Except for hearing, I was still confused.
But when I caught Wolcheon, I became Wolcheon itself.
Wolcheon is able to know everything that it sees, hears and feels.
‘It was such a world.’
The world of swords. Cold eyes with no emotion.
See the black as it is. Feel as it is.
“Go, save me! Please! ”
“My, my legs! My Leg !! ”
When I looked around again, the ground was a mess. The site, converted into a sanctuary, moved according to Arheim’s breathing. All the spaces around here were his ‘castle’.
He was a moving castle.
And the soldiers in the castle are horribly crushed.
-Do you want to save? Save Only those who need it. Leave the rest to be food.
-Please do not ask. Anyway, they don’t help anymore. Rather, it is wiser to hit Arheim’s neck with bait.
Penrir, and Hell.
Woke up with Wolcheon, and they talked differently.
Fenrir ordered only those who were practical to seek and save, and Hell said, “You don’t need anything but yourself anyway.
‘Jormun Gand. What choice would you have made? ‘
-Are you asking Jim that? Do as you wish. Jim just watches.
She did not force me to choose her own.
I respected my own opinion and showed her in action if necessary.
So why? It was as if her voice was heard in her ear.
A decision was made.
‘I will save you all’
Didn’t you say you won’t be a hero?
I wonder if I want to go around and become a hero again.
But who will save me if I do not. Who will kill that monster if I don’t come out?
It’s not like you were the last hero.
Unlike then, I had power.
Unlike then, I had hope.
Unlike then, there was something I wanted to protect more.
All on my foot. Even if they don’t remember me.
‘I’m not a hero’
Nevertheless, I was not a hero.
I had no such sublime heart.
He was terribly selfish and terribly capricious.
Am I a hero like that?
[Line propensity increases significantly]
[Line propensity reached 50]
[You can borrow the power of Penrir.]
[Would you like to borrow the power of Penrir?]
Penrir. Hel. The two were powerful. Borrowing their power, maybe even Arheim in front of your eyes could easily be removed.
But after that I will not be freed from that power. I can’t get rid of that temptation easily.
Gradually I will become non-human.
Loss of sensation, lost feelings, will be a puppet.
So I refused.
I was a human being. I wanted to be human.
Sometimes sick, sometimes happy, sometimes sad humans.
-Noob! You will regret I will mourn the ground. Humanity is a symbol of weakness! You kick yourself a chance to be a god!
-Be evil. With such a mind, nothing can be kept. Believe that hell.
I do not see. Do not listen
I just went forward.
Timeless humans and timeless demons.
Who is stronger?
“If you stick to it, you know it.”
Burr!
Wolcheon cried. Wolcheon was hoping for blood.
Inherent thoraxicness.
The sky horse!
[It only works when you hold ‘Wolcheon’.]
[‘Cheonmasongong’ consumes enormous horsepower.]
One footstep.
stepped forward.
-‘Cheonma Gun Limbo’, the world shakes at the foot of the horse.
Someone seemed to hear the voice. Wolcheon is not the other field.
Chunma.
He was used. He studied all his life.
One new work that has been completed since becoming a god.
Kurururulleung!
The ground ruptured. Starting with my feet, the ground ruptured as if in a drought, producing a huge sound. Soon the sound arrived at Arheim, and in a moment a huge bunch of stones rose from the bottom and locked up.
If it’s an ordinary rock, it’s normal to be powdered at once by Arheim’s hand.
But as he proclaimed his own “sanctuary,” I was also “declaring” that this was my land.
The Chun-ma Rimbo is such a no-gong.
To take control of both the sky and the earth just by taking one step!
‘Powerier than the proclamation of the sanctuary of Arheim.’
Arheim was chewing on the “procedure of sanctuary”. My footprints were greater than the power he had.
I stepped into the air.
It was possible to move freely as if it were a staircase in the air.
Running out of fire, I reached Arheim, and I left only one assault.
Suaiaaaaang!
-“Cheonma Cham,” the black world wielded by Cheon Ma.
Not just space
The second dimension was a crushing assault.
The assault that pierced everything in front of it left a huge scar in the air. Despite the bright day, the place where the sniper swept through was left dark as if burned.
And at the center was Arheim.
Left arm flew.
It seems like I was shocked.
“You are not a god of heaven?”
The real gods are all gone. The only thing left in this world is fakes.
Everyone was fake. Dark people, maybe me too.
But at the same time, I realized.
‘Do I need to distinguish between fake and real?’
I have always distinguished fake from real.
Fake can never win real. It was thought that it could not be real.
But is it?
The dark men set out to be real. The ones that disappeared because I came back from the past. They again tried to destroy the earth in order to gain “existence”.
But what is existence?
‘I am here’
It is not a difficult problem.
If you can recognize yourself in your place, it can be said that it exists, and it is only greed that you want more than that.
Greed. craving.
The very natural feeling that human beings have.
I was a human too. So I have distinguished fake from real. But now I realize that the distinction is meaningless.
I recognized the Jormundand was real. Likewise, the dark people I perceived were not fakes. They all existed and still live in my head.
‘As long as I believe so.’
The distinction between real and fake is meaningless.
It was just a matter of faith. Similarly if I think I’m real it will be.
It wasn’t a big enlightenment, but it would change all my perceptions.
at the same time.
Faaaaaa!
-Cheonma (天魔). Master of all heaven and demons.
Black wings of evil spirits were once again sprouting.
The Dark!
It is a real remnant that I made to remember them. The wings of the enormous evil spirit that struck the great star sprouted behind me.
Though not in shape, these black wings seemed to cover the sky. It was big, powerful, and clear enough to be engraved on everyone’s eyes.
-Our King has descended!
-The King of the Forgotten!
-The King of Oblivion!
The voices of the dark have been heard. They were no longer wandering. As I began to wander, they too wandered.
They are no longer fakes. It’s only real behind my back.
“I think I did some work but it’s no use! As long as this is my ministry, you can never kill me! I am immortal here! ”
Immortality. Never die.
In time, Arheim’s body began to regenerate.
Immortal, he could infinitely regenerate without leaving the sanctuary.
The tendon and flesh rose to the left arm that had been cut off and regained its original shape.
No, it seemed to be getting back.
“Are … Regeneration?”
However, playback did not occur. One thousand thousand. The sword, which has enough power to cut the dimension itself, passed through his left arm. The form is fixed as it is, no further playback is possible.
“But you won’t stay that long! I see in my eyes your life is running low! ”
Arheim crumpled.
Suddenly win their own.
If they couldn’t stand, they knew they were defeated.
Hills.
I heard Wolcheon.
Extreme horsepower consumption. Can’t use sky horse for a long time.
However, the dark men behind me wanted the heart of Arheim. Millions of desires have moved me.