Episode 1027 Episode
247 La Prarosa Liberation War (15)
“You look nervous, I see you saying funny things.”
Sit!
Once again, purple sword energy passed by Luna’s face. If I hadn’t reacted instinctively, my head would have fallen off.
“You are already facing everything I have.”
Rather, those words sent a chill down Luna’s back, even more than the purple sword that grazed her face twice.
“I see, maybe it was me who wasn’t ready.”
Crantel’s blade was engulfed in an even more vivid red light.
Clearly, Simat’s method of ‘postponing death’ has long since passed its limited time. This means that it would not be strange if Simat suddenly lost his body and disappeared at any time.
However, Luna decided that there was no chance of winning by believing that and wasting time. This was because he was confident that even if the fight continued for a day, two, or a week, Simat would not disappear until one of the two was defeated.
You can know it even if you cannot see it with your eyes. The creative will of the warrior named Simatra.
Simat’s purple blade shook.
I could read the direction, but I couldn’t accurately measure the distance. If I expected to take one step and pulled away, the blade was pushed two steps deep, and if I expected to take two steps and took it back, a sword wind rose in the air.
“I guess it’s thanks to the Cheongpungje training, I’m a little better than then.”
There were already more than five residual wounds left on Luna’s body. I could feel the brain burning my blood as it penetrated into my blood vessels.
“Humans of this era are truly amazing. You’ve only been holding the sword for a few decades, but you’re this strong, and even though it’s only been a short time since you first fought me, you’ve grown again. I thought that all of this was an unfair phenomenon caused by the absence of the sun god, but…”
Card win! The purple blade twisted Crantel’s direction. Luna hurled her fist at Simat’s face, who was right in front of her in an instant.
There was wind pressure along with the sound of the wave. A very Luna-like destructive regime, but the next moment. Simat had to avoid the scattered wind coming together sharply and stabbing him in the back.
It resembles the strongest black wind.
Luna and Simat were both thinking about Elthiot’s lack of education. To reach this state, not only the sword, but also the entire body and actions must resemble the wind.
In that sense, the fist Luna just threw was like a frenzy. After Simat stepped on the step, he pierced the core of the wind that had formed in the regime.
Then the core exploded and spewed out sharp energy towards Luna. Although blocked by Krantel, Luna was pushed back one step and her posture collapsed.
If it were the old Simart, they would have stepped in to take advantage of that gap. But Simat immediately recognized that it was an imaginary number that risked his life.
Just like that, Luna was setting a trap, risking her life at every moment.
Still, I wasn’t nervous. His eyes did not waver at all, and his heart beat firmly and calmly.
“Now that I look at it, it doesn’t seem that bad. “It wouldn’t be fun to know all the directions the wind blows.”
Simat said, rushing inexorably into the imaginary number. Luna swung Crantel, aiming for his neck, but Simat slipped away again and launched a counterattack.
It was an onslaught that came in succession with no room for imaginary moves. The entire area in front of her eyes was covered with purple blades, and Luna barely managed to avoid his attack by relying on her instincts and predictions.
I let out a breath without realizing it.
And at that moment, Luna could feel the will of the ‘red energy’. The red energy was talking to Luna as if it was time to do something that had been waiting for a long time. Now is the time to fully accept yourself.
‘This is a boring temptation, get out of here.’
Then, like a spring drying up, I felt the red energy fading away. Crantel was also covered with normal aura and turned pure white, and the red eye glow also disappeared.
As the red energy disappeared, the movements became heavier and reactions became slower, as if it were a lie. Simart recognized Luna’s change and nodded to himself.
That was because Luna had become a more dangerous enemy than before. In Simat’s view, Luna had not just thrown away her red power.
She was transcending the red power. The slowness of her movements was only a very minor factor, and from now on she would be able to see more clearly, as if the fog had cleared.
The moment to swing the sword, the moment to avoid, the moment to enter.
It is now possible to pinpoint something purely with one’s own eyes and will, rather than with an instinctive sense. Luna herself felt that fact and smiled.
“Yes, just like you said, a fight where the winner or loser is already decided is boring. “That’s why you’re looking so satisfied right now.”
A sword that tears down mountain ranges, a blow that turns the earth upside down, and a huge flash that scratches the sky and sea.
The fight between the two was far from such a brutal battle from the beginning, and it became more and more distant as time went by.
Every time Luna and Simat took steps, a calm yet heavy wind spread. The remains of Kree, swept by the wind, floated in the air and broke into particles.
The dust from the wreckage was tangled in the middle, blocking the view. In a dusty wind that no one could read clearly, their swords continued to tilt towards each other.
They moved as quickly as black light, leaving afterimages, or they drew very slow traces as if they were underwater.
The black energy spreading softly like a wave was sweeping over each other’s bodies. The friction sound of sword strikes began to subside, to the point where you could even hear the sound of blood splashing.
Soon the two felt as if they were standing on a plain rather than a battlefield. They were tangled like wild grasses fluttering in the two black winds.
Imaginary numbers and their derivatives no longer exist. The fight was becoming more equal.
Now the two had to find themselves in each other’s desires. Silver and purple winds mixed with dust were floating like a dream.
‘This is my first time fighting like this. If I had competed properly with the Cheongpungje back then, it would have looked like this.’
Simat was looking at Elthiot from Luna.
Soft yet strong, strong yet flowing, flowing yet firm. Something that could be said to be the essence of Elthiot was stirring within Crantel.
It was also a matter of facing head-on the shadow that Simat had been ignoring all his life. From the moment he betrayed Elliot, the guilt that had always been inside him.
Feeling sorry, wanting to be forgiven, and actually wanting to admire him as he is. Simart was keenly aware of this.
Simat chose to live as a leader of the Jeokmyeong tribe rather than as Simat. The long-standing question of what led Elliot to betray him now seems to have a simple answer.
The answer is not the cause of recovering the sun god.
‘It was just… a stroke.’
Simat was absorbed in looking into himself. Nevertheless, since he was essentially ahead of Luna, he naturally took the shot.
And Simat was hearing a voice.
The voices of the grudge-filled compatriots seemed to echo within this dark ship. Limagas, the great fighting kings who were his confidants, and all the fighting kings and warriors whose names he remembers. Their voices began to disturb his inner self like thorns and shackles.
Why are you having such a satisfying fight here?
Why do you want to face a beautiful end alone when your compatriots’ dreams have been trampled and perished?
What did you do while we were dying?
The compatriots were urging Simat like that. I was asking how you, a warrior from the Jeokmyeong clan, could behave in such an indecent manner.
And that voice is not an illusion or an auditory hallucination.
My fellow fighters, that is not what the enemy tribe looks like.
The moment a dark voice engulfed in soul energy pierced his eardrums, Simat unconsciously opened his eyes and looked around.
While Luna’s wind was rushing in, the voices of her compatriots were heard once more. Our compatriots are desecrating our last days.
“Where… is it? “Where are you talking about?”
-If you can at least die unharmed, it will be fortunate for you.
Once again, what Jin said came to mind.
I asked where he was talking about, but Simat already knew. Now this voice was the anger vomited by the souls of the compatriots caught in the chaos of Lokia.
Even when they die, they cannot enjoy rest. From the moment Simat decided to borrow the power of chaos, from the moment he thought it was just one factor that would change the situation of the war, the future of the Red Ming clan was decided.
Although Simat’s own future can be overcome through Changseong’s will, he cannot change the terrible fate of all his compatriots.
It was because I had forgotten. I have finally awakened and realized the mistakes of the past. If Simat had not forgotten that, he would have been able to change the fate of others like Jin. At least an end where you can enjoy rest.
“Stop… I am.”
Simat’s sword began to shake. The wind blowing from his sword was drying up quickly.
Sigh-!
And Luna swung Crantel and pushed away the spirit that surged near him. Luna also recognized the voice of the enemy tribe engulfed in chaos.
“Simat, don’t bring into this fight what you will carry with you after your body dies anyway.”
Simat immediately felt his voice disappear. Luna was staring at herself with calm eyes.
“Luna Runkandel….”
“I could have just killed you over and over again. But that’s not the way we promised. Anyway, whether you break me or not, you will suffer forever along with those voices. “What you and your compatriots have done cannot be forgiven even by death.”
The difference between Luna and Simat arose from within.
Simat only looked at himself, and Luna did not miss the enemy in front of him as well. Luna did not just come to kill Simat, but to transcend him.
“So, focus on the present. “The pole of nothingness that I have looked forward to and looked forward to all my life cannot be a realm that is so easily shaken and weakened.”
In the battlefield that had become quiet again, the two people pointed their swords at each other.
