#897. Nightmare
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The Sword Master is a superhuman.
Immortality and perfect body.
He was an absolute being among absolutes in that he even had a sword that could cut anything.
But the scariest thing about the sword master was something else.
That’s potential.
It was the growth rate.
No matter what mystery, no matter how great talent you have.
At first, even if you can get strong quickly, once you reach a certain level, your growth will slow down.
Right now, the princess of the Seven Dragons has reached the level of the absolute since she was young, but even after hundreds of years of training, she could not reach the level of the dragon, the founder.
But the Sword Master was different.
Of course, learning any swordsmanship at a glance.
Realizing the sword intentions of other sword masters, he further developed them according to the situation.
The more you fight, the more you fight.
The more you go through a big crisis.
Even after getting a swordsman… No, rather, the Sword Master, who became infinitely stronger from then on, was a thrilling target even for the absolute.
‘It is my mistake.’
So it was.
Why did Limon reflect?
Although he was uncooperative with the World Federation, Suri was also a sword master who fought them many times.
In addition, since he had the experience of coming back from the dead, it would not be strange if he attained enlightenment at any time.
However, while being wary of Dreamroid, he neglected to be vigilant about repairs that actually ran, and he was completely killed by her swordsman.
It was something I couldn’t help but regret.
…although it would have been more absurd to watch out for a dying and unconscious patient.
But what has already happened cannot be undone.
So calm your mind.
Limon let out a deep breath.
“Whoa.”
Could it be because he just coughed up blood?
The fishy taste of iron even in his breath made him feel tired as well.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t even given the time to catch his breath.
Fain!
The moment you turn your head.
A dagger that grazed over his neck.
The blade, which looked like it was about to miss, changed its trajectory following the twist of the wrist, and fell onto the uvula like a guillotine.
I hit that arm with the hilt and deflected the dagger.
With the jammed blade, another dagger is deflected.
And the fierce battle begins.
Papa baba bababat!
The blades cross.
The wind mixes.
The eyes interlock.
The fight was really close.
It was to the extent that it was difficult to dare to decide the outcome of a sword fight between sword masters who had reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
Still, Limon could feel it.
The sword of a running repair that is much rougher, more ferocious, and more aggressive than before.
Because of that, unlike when he fought Dreamroid, he couldn’t completely block her dagger and had to suffer minor wounds.
But it’s also the other way around.
Rough swordsmanship means that there are gaps.
Focusing only on offense means neglecting defense.
The tactic of running repairs was more dangerous than threatening Limon.
The problem was the result.
Chow!
The moment the dagger of the running repair cut off Limon’s forearm.
The black light flashes.
Red blood is splattered.
Her right hand fell off.
In exchange for neglecting defense because of the excessive attack, he was unable to block Limon’s counterattack.
It’s obviously fatal.
No matter how many sword masters…
No, it was a more fatal injury because they were fighting among the same sword masters.
It wasn’t that difficult for Limon to subdue a running eagle with only one hand left.
Squeak.
… Right after the right hand, which had been cut off like that, disappeared as if it were melting.
Unless the running repairman, whose hands were all right before he knew it, ran again as if nothing had happened.
That’s why Limon couldn’t help but smile bitterly without realizing it.
“There is no such thing as a nightmare.”
It wasn’t a metaphor.
It was true as it is.
Because where they are fighting right now was not real.
dream.
Exactly, the dream of running repair.
Because that was the identity of this place.
Cutting the boundary between dreams and reality and drawing the other person into one’s own dream.
It was a swordsman who swallowed even Limon just by instinctively learning it while the running eagle was wandering between death and death and unfolding it in a state of drowsiness.
‘If I had been a different swordsman, I wouldn’t have suffered so much.’
Of course, even cut the moon and the sea.
Even erasing the fact that happened, etc.
Unlike the existing swordsman’s clothes that running eagles used to fight, this swordsman’s sword did not cause direct damage.
However, since there was no real threat, it was difficult to prevent or prepare for it even with the sword master’s intuition.
More than anything, this is my dream.
In particular, the problem was that it was a dream of a repairman on the run.
“KARRRR!”
He didn’t have a single wound left, but he didn’t like the fact that his wrist was cut because he couldn’t block Limon’s sword.
The moment the running eagle let out a ferocious roar.
The black forest moves.
A disaster happened.
Deed Deed Deed!
Thorny vines get tangled around your ankles, and the ground sinks deep, leaving a bottomless hole.
A place exposed to the dark sunlight rots and suffocates as if it were drowned in water even though it is clearly in the air.
I didn’t wear a sword.
I was just dreaming.
And in this dream world, the dream of the running repairman, the owner of the dream, became a reality.
Of course, it couldn’t be called a perfect reality, but on the contrary, it couldn’t be seen as a vain fantasy.
To put it bluntly, this place is not a pure dream, but rather a boundary between dream and reality.
pseudo-underworld Avalon.
Similar hell Tartarus.
Crossworld Hlidskalp et al.
It was a space where reality and unreality overlapped like many legendary magical barriers.
Limon intuitively knew that if he died after ignoring it as just a dream, he would actually lose his life.
…Including that it’s a story that only applies to him.
Although he was already covered in blood.
No matter how many times he cut himself, the running eagle didn’t have a drop of blood, let alone a wound.
Well, it was natural.
No matter how it looks like a running repair.
Even if you use the sword master’s swordsmanship.
The girl Limon was fighting right now wasn’t a running repairman.
No, once she was right.
To be precise…
“No matter how much it is in your dreams, it is too much for you to deal with me only in your dreams without stepping out directly.”
A dream within a dream.
Running repair is the dreamer himself.
Limon sighed as he saw the nightmare resembling a girl who swallowed even the owner of the dream.
It was the first time he had had the bizarre experience of fighting his dreams, no matter how many hundreds of years he had gone through.
‘I’d rather be more comfortable dealing with three sword masters at the same time.’
It was never rude.
When they attacked Joan of Arc and Billy Gandhi in Africa in the past.
Even though I had to go beyond death to escape from them, I was able to find a way out of the crisis with experience and intuition.
But this fight was harsher.
The attack of the dream is applied to him intact, while the dream is useless no matter how much you cut it.
That is, in the sense that the dream that only focuses on attacks based on its immortality is more threatening than the running eagle itself.
Although there was a separate fact that actually drove Limon into the most predicament.
But he is also a sword master.
Adapt to any situation.
He was a superman who became stronger by fighting.
Even in this unfair and unreasonable situation, he finally found an answer.
『Yam Dragon Kill Sword Secret Skill
斬魔龍殺劍 祕術絶藝
Cut down the moon of formless sleep,
無形切水月』
Cheak!
Quietly.
The black light flashes.
The moment he slashed the girl at the cost of a cut on his shoulder.
The nightmare, which had been savagely attacking like a beast, regardless of how much it was cut or stabbed, finally stopped moving.
A change has happened.
The dark and ominous landscape of the black forest cracked open, revealing a clear sky and a faint view of the green forest.
It is a sword that cuts through dreams and shapes.
By slicing through the nightmares embodied.
Awakening consciousness devoured by dreams.
Based on the Sword Spirit and the Black Swordsman, it was a swordsman who was thoroughly created to suit this situation.
The nightmare was scattered as if it would crumble at any moment with a blow containing a swordsman’s sword that could cut down on the dream itself.
No, it looked like it would fall apart.
Sseuseuk.
The moment Nightmare swung his dagger.
the world shakes
The blue glow disappears.
After the forest is dyed an ominous black again.
Until the momentarily blurred image of the girl became clear again and growled.
“…it doesn’t work anymore.”
Instead of being taken aback by the sight, Limon put on a bitter expression.
It was absurd to use a swordsman’s sword to cut dreams against the dream of running repairs in the first place.
Even though he made it difficult to respond as much as possible by mixing other swords, it was an act that was no different from stamping a rock with a stone.
With the determination to do as long as one was not enough, he cut off her sword blade dozens of times.
It was possible because it was Limon that pushed the nightmare to the brink of collapse.
But unfortunately.
He failed in the end.
before he breaks the nightmare.
For the Nightmare had first learned how to stand up to his swordsman.
Even if it’s a nightmare, it’s a terrible adaptability that seems to prove that the owner of this dream is a sword master.
Thanks to that, Limon could not help but sigh as he missed the opportunity to save Suri from being swallowed up by the nightmare by a hair’s breadth.
Even though Nightmare has been restored dozens of times, only the injuries he suffered remain intact.
but this moment.
The reason he laments is that the already low odds of winning have become even slimmer.
It wasn’t just because he realized how fraudulent the sword master was.
“After all, you are not a dream of repair.”
make her look
wearing her swordsmanship.
Even if it’s in her dreams.
A nightmare in the form of a little girl who can never be called a running repairman.
Because it contained her, it was difficult to distinguish even with the sword master’s senses.
Limon averted his eyes, recalling the fact that he had only been able to feel and be certain of it after seeing him recover from being cut dozens of times.
“Isn’t it? You cursed demons.”
The target Limon was talking to was not a nightmare in the form of a girl.
The black forest surrounding that nightmare.
It was, to be exact, the remains buried there.
and that moment.
awesome
with a creepy sound.
was asleep… No, things that were pretending to be asleep began to move.
in rotten soil.
between the tree roots.
behind the dark shadows.
Beneath a deep, sticky swamp.
As they reassembled the disassembled bodies, they gradually gathered around Limon and the girl.
Chick-kick-geek.
“No, it would be more accurate to say this.”
Every time the girl’s form is disturbed by his sword, he plunges her consciousness into a deeper dream and controls the dream instead.
The false master of this nightmare.
By using the dream of a running repairman.
The mastermind who creates and controls Dreamroids.
Watching the skeletons of hundreds and thousands of beasts burning blue natural flowers in their eyes surrounding him.
Limon opened his mouth heavily.
“―The grudge left by the Spirit Beasts.”
