Episode 114
In my previous life, I’ve met four Oma-jung.
Among them, the most difficult force to deal with is the White Blood Church, which is unconditionally within two fingers.
The South and North Korea are the beings that can pass through tolls or even talk. However, it is because language does not work for white people.
For their religious purposes, it was a gathering of crazy people who went forward even by piercing their colleagues’ stomachs and cutting off their necks.
“Kill them all.”
The bishop, dressed in two white lined coats, stretched out his white hand, and white-blooded people started running towards him with sullen eyes.
‘Well then… .’
Raon held the Requiem Sword in reverse and operated the energy of a manga artist.
‘Let’s get rid of your resentment once.’
Stepping hard on the advance, he ran towards the white blood cultist.
Chewy!
The white blood cultist in the front pulled out a curved sword that seemed to grind a crescent moon. It was the scimitar, the main weapon of the white blood cultists.
It slammed the scimitar towards Raon’s neck without even the usual gimmicks.
‘I knew this.’
White blooded people think that killing with one blow is mercy, so they often target the neck or the heart. It was a terribly lively attack, but on the contrary, it was easy to avoid.
Raon gently bent his knees. After avoiding the scimitar by a single sheet of paper, he drew the Requiem Sword.
Puck!
The white-blooded head fell to the ground with light hand movements as if drawing a picture.
“her.”
Raon smirked as she looked at the Requiem Sword.
‘What is this?’
It was lightly drawn, just softly, but the opponent’s neck was cut off. It was unbelievable sharpness.
‘It feels like a veil just holding it.’
He sat down as he watched the yogi spread like the roots of a thousand-year-old tree.
‘Let’s go on.’
The sword rang as if the Requiem Sword was giving an answer.
Whoops!
Raon smashed the ground. He dug into the arms of the white-blooded who rushed to the knights and struck down the Requiem Sword.
🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩
The body of the five leukemias was split diagonally with the sound of a muffled chirping of the spine.
Woo woo woo!
Guess there was still not enough blood, the reverberation of the repulsion sword grew stronger, and the yogi’s wave became thicker.
Raon’s red eyes lit up. As if entrusting himself to a yogi, he jumped into the battlefield and began to wipe out the white blood cultists. It looked like a red wolf roaming through a black sheep.
“Stop.”
When he cut more than 20 white-blooded Christians alone, a man with a black coat and a black line blocked the front. He was a priest at the top of the clergy.
woo woo.
The scimitar in the priest’s hand began to glow white.
“die.”
The priest’s scimitar was aiming for the neck and rushing in.
‘It’s obvious.’
This guy, too, has attacked the same as the Kyo.
Raon stretched his left foot back. The moment the scimitar slammed the ground, it unleashed a repulsion sword.
Whoops!
It just stretched forward, but the priest’s left chest burst. It was an extraordinary power.
‘Crazy.’
Requiem Sword continued to seek revenge. Even if he drank the priest’s blood, he continued to cry dry because he was thirsty.
“Hmm.”
Raon narrowed her eyes as she watched the priest’s blood soaking the floor.
– The color of the blood is strange. It looks like it is mixed with water.
As Lars said. The priest’s bloodstains are pale red. It was like a mixture of red paint and white paint.
‘This is a characteristic of leukemia.’
White blood members gather the energy of blood in their heart through a technique called Feast of Blood, and drink human blood to strengthen their power.
The more they vampirize and the more they practice, the more their hearts and blood become white.
In other words, the closer the blood and heart were to white, the stronger the status and power of the white people.
– They’re crazy.
‘okay. They are beyond human boundaries.’
Raon smashed the ground when he saw the white blooded scoundrels driving the knights. It was squashed with the left side of the priest who threw a scimitar around the neck of the caught knight.
“Well!”
The priest reacted quickly and turned around, but it was already too late.
Whoops!
The priest’s arm flew away at the sharp sword strike of the Requiem Sword.
“Shut up! Yes, you bastard!”
Raon did not miss the opportunity for the priest to take a step back in bewilderment. He immediately followed and cut his throat.
“Huh… .”
When I looked to the side at the sound of breathing that seemed to pass over, I saw the detective knight who had barely saved his life, looking at him with astonished eyes.
Raon nodded lightly and moved forward.
Each time the Requiem Sword was drawn, the white blood cultists disappeared one by one. A terrifying amount of life raged endlessly from the red blade.
“I can’t.”
The bishop, who had alone overwhelmed the prince and the knights, turned around. Using a bizarre step that seemed to move a shadow, he reached in front of Raon.
“I have to kill you first.”
“Can you?”
Raon snorted. I felt a stronger force than the Green Devil or Raiden, but I didn’t even think of losing.
“I’ll show you.”
The blood-stained scimitar drew a semicircle and aimed at his neck.
Whoo!
I relaxed my back. The golden hair cut by the scimitar’s blade flew in the air.
‘It’s like this guy.’
The white blood religion aimed at the neck and heart was no exception to the bishop.
Chewy!
When standing up, the bishop stretched out his left hand, not holding a sword. A white energy like a snowflake shot from his index finger towards his heart.
It was a martial art called a blood bomb that shoots Aurors from the mana circuit of his fingers.
‘I knew this.’
Raon lowered the Requiem Sword. A ferocious yogi smashed in half the rock behind it.
As the bishop pulled his arm back, he dug into his space. He swung his Requiem Sword towards the scimitar that struck him.
Kyaan!
The clash between the shamanic scimitar and the young yogi’s Requiem Sword caused a roar like a demonic scream from above the hill.
Cheeky!
The yogi of the Requiem Sword thickens like dawn. A red beam of light deflected the bishop’s scimitar.
“Ugh!”
The bishop’s expression hardened, perhaps angry that he was pushed by the small dagger.
“Where are you from?”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t reveal my identity with my mouth.”
“I will drink your blood.”
The bishop placed his outstretched left hand on his waist and raised the scimitar up. A radix type that shoots a strong pressure. It was an extreme momentum.
‘I’ll accept it.’
Raon bent his knees and narrowed his eyes. When I tried to use the Arcane Dagger, the Requiem Sword began to emit yogi.
Whoa!
The yogi, which spread with the sound of crying, drew a curved trajectory in the air. It was like a dance move, and it was like the flapping of a butterfly’s wings.
‘Are you telling me to follow that?’
As if that were the case, the Requiem Sword burst into tears again.
“I don’t know what it is.”
Raon nodded and rotated the ring of fire.
As the five rings resonated, time began to flow slowly. The path made by Yogi was clearly young in his eyes.
‘That’s… .’
You can see the path the Yogi cut. That’s a sword. It was the sword dance of fertility that the villagers of Siren offered to the sacred tree Oselun.
The sword dance of abundance that prayed for the stability of the world was transformed into a sword dance of revenge and resentment that would cut the enemy’s throat.
“die.”
White light emanated from the bishop’s hand and sword. It looks like a wall full of blades is slamming into it. It’s the bishop’s big white wedding wall.
“good night.”
Raon fixed the Requiem Sword.
‘I’ll do whatever you want.’
stepped forward The rotational power of the waist is contained in the energy of deterioration that rises from the lower body.
The manga artist’s aura and the spirit sword’s yogi blended together like a single energy and ran through the trajectory of the sword dance drawn in the air.
Chee hee!
Each time the Requiem Sword advanced, the energy contained in the blade soared like a runaway.
The last moment the sword was drawn, a terrifying sword strike erupted from the blade of the Requiem Sword along with the sound of lightning.
Aww!
The harmonious energy of Auror and Yogi ripped the White Soul Wall to pieces and swept away the Bishops and the White Bloods who were behind them.
“Ugh.”
Raon’s legs staggered for a moment. I was dazed from consuming too many auras at once.
“Whew… .”
He took a breath and lifted his head slowly.
All that was left under the fading sand was blood. Neither the white blooded, the priests, nor the bishops were erased without leaving a corpse.
“her.”
Raon smiled and looked at the Requiem Sword. The red blade absorbed the blood left behind by the death of the white blood, and emitted a deeper red light.
‘Your grudge is much stronger than I thought.’
As much as changing the dance of abundance into the dance of revenge.
I turned around with a bit of bitterness.
“Uh… .”
“ah… .”
Greer and the knights were lying on the floor with their eyes wide open enough to tear. I was so startled that I forgot to even say a word, so my mouth twitched.
“Do, do, master.”
Dorian was crawling, trembling like a man with a chill.
“What was that just now? Wow, what kind of magic was the power?”
“Well.”
Raon shook his head, wiping the blood from the blade of the Requiem Sword.
“I do not know either.”
I don’t know what to say about a sword with more sadness than its terrible power.
* * *
gulp!
The knight Lorail swallowed dry saliva when he saw the blonde boy standing proudly.
‘Hey, what is this?’
To annihilate the White Blood Church with one sword attack, Expert Senior. No, it’s superlative or possible force.
‘I, that kid did that… .’
The strength of the fingers on the ground was released. His flimsy and inexperienced eyes seemed to gleam eerily like a reaper.
‘I thought I wasn’t even an expert.’
Raon Sieghart’s power as seen from Cameloon was far below his own, and was inferior to that of the prince.
When I saw the sword hanging around such a subject, I thought it was a one-day dog without fear.
He thought that a good-natured prince only looked at people in a good way.
‘But it wasn’t.’
The overnight puppy was himself.
Raon was an expert enough to deceive his own eyes. One dagger is that much, but I couldn’t even imagine what kind of skill it would be if I drew a sword.
“You idiot… .’
When L’Orail blamed himself for his pity, the prince stood up.
“Huh, you’re much stronger than before.”
The three princes burst out laughing and approached Raon.
“I’ve been training to the point where I can’t keep up with anyone, but there seems to be a difference that I can’t keep up with.”
The prince recognized Raon’s power as his cool personality.
“Thank you so much. Thanks to you, I saved my life.”
He bowed his head as if he had forgotten his identity. I just couldn’t dry it. It would have been a very dangerous situation without Raon.
“Go, thank you.”
“Thank you for saving me.”
“It was great.”
Lor-Rail abruptly got up and bowed her head to Raon. The other knights also hesitated to approach and thanked them.
“no.”
Raon shook her head as she looked up at the green mountain behind the hill.
“If it wasn’t for me, I could have done it.”
* * *
Raon and the knights cleared the battlefield after the battle and settled down again.
Unlike before, the knights glanced at them. It wasn’t a subtle disregard like before, but a look of awe.
‘You have to show it to be treated.’
– Of course. There is no animal as weak to the strong as humans and as strong to the weak as humans.
Lars protruding from the flower bracelet murmured that it was worse than the demons.
‘Well, by the way, this sword is more ferocious and dangerous than I thought.’
He stared blankly at the red flashing blade of the Requiem Sword. It was only when he met the White Blood Church, but the grudge against the sword was deep and deep.
-huh. Yes, it’s just low-level stuff. If the monarch had given you strength, the entire area would have been frozen.
‘But you can’t.’
-Ugh… .
‘Let’s not say what we can’t do.’
-Mo, it’s not that I can’t, it’s that I don’t. What the main king wants is your body and soul!
‘Anyway, an excuse.’
– Excuse me! When the main king was in the demon realm, many demons came to him and begged him to give him power. Give strength to one of them… .
‘Please be quiet.’
As Lars was about to tell a boring story, the Requiemblade began to tremble.
The energy that was young in the red blade began to flow into his body.
– Stop it! Aren’t the parasites trying to steal the body of the main king?
‘First of all, this is not your body, it’s mine. I have no intention of harming this guy.’
Leon shook his head. The energy emitted by the Requiem Sword was not a yogi, but a sincere energy. As I was thinking about what had happened, a message came up.
[The Requiem Blade offers you purified blood.]