9th Class Sword Master: The Guardian of the Sword Chapter 415

Episode 415

Episode 134. Hwaan’s Guardian (1)

It was the result of the match.

Freega Matiu was scattered as ashes. It was as if the ridge was on fire.

Freega, who had already lost his breath, continued to pour out of the void energy from Marti Wu’s body.

However, the black energy that lost its owner could no longer bite the opponent persistently. It just swirled here and there like smoke in the air, then opened up and disappeared.

Standing in the middle, Duran lowered his head as he controlled his aura.

It was a prayer of respect.

To an old being who once became a part of the world as the first dragon. Also sent to a great enemy who met the storm head on.

[You lost.]

Friga Matiu’s voice was heard from somewhere. It was a calm tone.

It was the last story left before its existence in the world was erased.

“You’re not ashamed of losing.”

Duran, who said that, also had a soft voice. However, there were still few lines of dark red blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

[I have lived so long, there is nothing left to be ashamed of.]

It was a story with many meanings.

The formula of the first great dragon has already faded after a long time. I’ve been chained here for too long to be fooled by the glory of the past.

She was sealed away by a bizarre human named Resol, and was defeated by a man who literally created errors and a man who reached the realm of a god with a single sword.

‘My long life has been marked by defeats against humans… My

body, soul, and the history and powers they contain are rapidly evaporating.

It’s been an immeasurably long time since I lost my eyes, but since then I’ve only been able to see objects and opponents using my authority.

Strangely, at this moment, a forest appeared in the field of view of Freega Matiu.

It was a primeval forest that was decorated in a similar way to observe its appearance even after it was sealed because it was infinitely green without any contamination.

It was the exact opposite landscape from the numerous experiments he had conducted with the power of the flow he had borrowed or the shell.

The body, which had been huge like a mountain, was now shrunk to the size of a tree. At the center, a small crack appeared in the black dragon heart.

[I will tell you one last secret.]

“Tell me, Friga Mathiu.”

[This world must be destroyed as soon as possible. To purify the God Tree.]

“What…?”

It was Yuma who asked, not Duran.

[To make the world complete again.]

Slowly..

Through the cracks in the dragon heart, the last void energy that was left in Freega Matiu flowed out.

That was it.

The party could no longer hear the voice of Freega Matiu, and only traces of battle remained on one side of the hallway where he stood.

The existence of Friga Matiu was completely erased from this world and disappeared without leaving a single fragment.

‘In order for the world to become perfect again… the world must be destroyed as soon as possible?’

Yuma seemed to be able to understand at first glance the hidden meaning of Mathieu’s will.

That the world is in a perfect state is the story of the beginning when the tree of gods was intact.

When the God Tree was defiled by Haider, the world split into multiple dimensions. And the God Tree was sealed with only half left.

But the God Tree still existed.

A piece of root alone allows one to obtain infinite magical power, and a single fruit brings a person’s life back to the past.

Even Haider had half of it. I lost my name though.

‘Dragon Lord said that if Haider regains his name, he will have the power to stand against Hwa.

Without any restrictions.’

If Haider regains his name and murders Hwa, will the world return to Haider’s will?

In an instant, the question passed by. It was a question I had when I first heard about it from Mahatrisa.

This world must be destroyed as soon as possible. for God’s Tree.

Just putting the words left by Freega Matiu into that question, it dawned on me that maybe the reverse god’s purpose wasn’t just to stain the world with emptiness.

‘Even if the whole world turns into emptiness, perhaps the tree of gods will not disappear. No, only God’s tree could remain in the world. It’s a tree that existed before the gods appeared.’

And wouldn’t it mean that when only emptiness and the tree of God remain in the world, the tree polluted by human greed will be purified?

As Yuma and Freega pondered over Matiu’s last words, the frozen land began to melt rapidly, resembling a glacier in the North Sea.

Because the battle was over and the tension was relieved.

The figures of the dragons, which were frozen in the ice like fossils, had already disappeared at the same time as Freega Matiu’s death.

The water that melted and flowed down looked like the tears of dragons.

“Cuck!”

Yuma, who had been dazed for a moment, suddenly came to his senses at the sound.

It was the cough of the master coughing up blood. To Yuma, it was a much more shocking sight than the death of Friga Matiu or the hypothesis derived from his will.

“Master! Are you okay?”

“Hey, it’s okay. I guess I’m old.”

Getting older was just an extra word.

Duran’s body was far superior to that of the top-notch young warriors, and there was no weakening in any part.

Even so, the reason why Duran was coughing up blood was no different.

storm. It was because of the burden that the final decisive battle put on the body.

Unlike the first time he demonstrated it to Yuma in the Black Wolves, the storm Duran had just used really put all his energy into it.

The strongest technique that Friga Matiu mistook for an instant as an ‘error’. No matter how strong Duran was, he had to pay the price if he did something like that with a human body.

The decisive battle called ‘Storm’ was not suitable for humans. A god or a transcendent person equivalent to him. It is a technique that should be used by beings with bodies more perfect than those of superhuman rigid bodies.

“Your socks are sore. I need to go back and recuperate for a week.”

The teacher is struggling with cold sweats and hemoptysis all over his body.

It was something Yuma had never imagined. It was hard to believe even after seeing it with my own eyes that an old man who was always monstrously strong could have a weakness.

I didn’t want to use the expression that it was not a weakness, but a limitation as a human being. It was like desecration of the tower of swords built by a man named Duran Zak.

Unlike Yuma, who had a sad expression on his face, Duran chuckled and wiped his lips within seconds.

He was even able to play his pipe while sweeping his sweat-soaked hair, but there was nowhere to be seen that he had been coughing up blood and struggling.

Rather, Duran patted Yuma on the back with his complexion brightening in an instant. With the same ferocity as usual.

“You and I killed the first two dragons. However, the aftertaste is not so good that it is embarrassing to spread rumors outside.

let go of the expression This teacher is also human, but sometimes he gets sick and tired. Get some rest and you will get well soon.”

Yuma smiled and nodded. But I didn’t really laugh out of relief.

“I’ll ask Cheryl for intensive care and get some Balaur’s herbs for the colonel.”

“If that’s enough, it’s a more luxurious treat than when the Sun Emperor fell ill with a fever when he was young… Young? Disciple, why is he doing that?”

Duran said, pointing with his index finger at Marlon, who was far away. Yuma naturally turned around and looked at Ron.

“Uh ok ok.”

Marlon was lying halfway down with a white face, spewing something black. He could also see Rakir sitting close to him, generating magic.

“Marlon! men and horses! What happened to Rakir?”

“hmm!”

Yuma and Duran hurriedly ran to Marlon.

Looking closer, what Marlon was spitting out was the aura of the void.

Earlier, while Yuma was buying time before causing a widespread chill, he was poisoned by the dragon’s spear.

Yuma and Duran thought that all the void energy disappeared when Freega Matiu died, but the void energy that once encroached into the body of a creature has the property of remaining in the form of a parasitic regardless of the caster. there was.

“Churuk. Knock off.”

Black vomit poured out. In the meantime, Marlon struggled with his hands saying he was fine, but it seemed more painful because of it.

[It looks like you got hit by the spears of the dragons while buying time on behalf of your master.]

“It’s okay. O Lord Duran. big black

I killed you earlier.”

“Does the madman have the energy to speak?

It looks like it will fall behind soon.”

“Matanic men do not fall… Uuk!”

Fortunately, Yuma felt that his condition was improving little by little as Marlon vomited the energy of the void.

Looking at Malone’s aura through the unique aura, it was something that could be known.

Also, it was thanks to the unique aura that Marlon was spitting out the energy of the void. In other words, the energy of emptiness was in a state of pouring out, guided by the inherent aura, like germs being disinfected.

Originally, the energy of the void was like a poison that did not disappear until the opponent was completely finished.

No matter how strong the body is, once exposed, it is bound to be completely eroded one day.

Upon realizing that fact, Yuma let out a sigh of relief and patted Marlon on the back.

Pat Pat.

“Am I… dying? Hehehe…

no way. It can’t be. Kowook!

Is it because he thought that he could suddenly die

?

As Yuma patted him on the back, Marlon suddenly felt the tip of his nose twitch and said so.

“Didn’t you just get in shape by not falling down?”

“But I feel like dying. You said that you would give me a gift after this battle…

“Don’t die man. Just say that because you won’t die. You have to vomit all that energy.”

“Umm… It’s the energy of the void. It’s the power that makes people so bright. It was good that it was all scattered by the storm earlier. I can be like that too.”

Marlon vomited for close to an hour.

“gift. What is the gift…

Yuma bastard… Hurry up and give it to me before I die.”

In the meantime, I had repeated words similar to a will several times, but it seemed to be a line that came out of my mind.

And when he vomited the last void energy, he had a pale face, half out of his soul.

“I had a hard time throwing up.”

Yuma tore off his coat and held it out to Marlon. It meant washing your face.

“Even if I ate a thousand bottles of wine, I don’t think I would get any worse than that… There is no hell.”

However, Marlon said this while wiping Yurix’s blade with a piece of coat.

“So what is the gift? Even while dying, I thought I was dying of curiosity. I have to go back and get it.”

“That’s not a gift to give back.”

“what?”

“Another item in this seal. Let’s go get your present.”

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