CH 269

Chapter 26: The Barisada (2)

The light emanating from the sword faded away, and a subtle energy revolved around the sword.

It was a neatly stretched silver sword.

The sharp blade of a suitable length seemed to cut it just by touching it slightly.

Jamie lightly rubbed the sword with his hand.

It must have been made of the red dragon's dragon heart, but the day was as cold as midwinter.

I flicked it slightly with my finger.

taang-

A clear and crisp sound resounded.

He moved the sword from his right hand to his left and tried to grasp it, or held it tightly with both hands and held it high.

He changed the angle of lifting and looked at the weight of the sword.

I especially liked the feel of it.

It was wonderful as if it had been his sword for a long time.

Jamie focused on the sword and drained the mana.

Whoops!!

As mana soaked in, flames spontaneously erupted from the sword.

"It was made with the heart of a red dragon, so it was impossible to extinguish the flames. It seems that my skills were lacking."

"It's because I'm a Dragon Slayer. Even he can't completely get rid of his brain. It was not a mistake."

As Ironlil spoke with a sad tone, Isis offered words of consolation as if alleviating his disappointment.

Jamie couldn't hear them.

That's how high the concentration was.

Jamie slowly raised the auror, ignoring the flames.

The nature of mana began to change into the form of an auror according to the will of the sword master.

very slowly and calmly.

Whoa-!

A sword was heard.

My fingertips trembled and I felt a vibration.

The sword was crying as it caused a strong reaction to the aura.

There was no negative reaction.

Rather, it vibrated loudly, as if asking for more power.

"Isis."

Huh?

Please.

Jamie, who held the sword at an angle, looked at Isis and said.

He seemed to know what he was asking for without even asking.

When Isis spread out her right hand, Gram, the thunder dragon sword, was summoned along with a blue thunderbolt.

As I gripped the handle, a menacing thunderclap rang out, saying, "Kurreung!"

"Let's go to a bigger place because other places may be ruined."

great.

Near Avalon, there were a lot of flat plains where no one lived, so the two went to an empty place and settled down.

The onlookers followed the two.

"Everyone, keep your distance."

At Isis' request, all the onlookers spread a distance of about 100 meters.

Jamie opened his mouth, looking at the sword that had not yet been named.

"I will wield it with all my might."

"Okay~"

The two put all their concentration on their swords in a state of confrontation.

And the moment they faced each other, they swung their swords with all their might.

Two dragon slayers collided in mid-air.

Then fire and lightning intertwined without mercy, creating a bitter air current.

Quarararalarak!!

Woooooooooooooo!!

A vortex of flames and thunderbolts were created around the two, and the surrounding area was devastated in an instant.

Even the onlookers who were about 100 meters away were astonished at the impact of the tremendous power.

"Only two swords collided!"

"Is this the Dragon Slayer?"

"Is Jamie's sword not pushed against him at all?"

"The light gets stronger. Everyone go away!"

The Hawks flew backwards, warning everyone.

As he said, the energy generated from the two swords gradually began to change into a form of intense light.

The light swelled in an instant.

All of them were talented, so the moment the light burst, they quickly retreated.

Woo woo woo woo!!

The light, made of fire and lightning, seemed quiet on the outside, but inside it caused a violent chemical reaction.

whose power is stronger

It almost seemed like it was only for the sake of competing.

However, Jamie did not allow the will of the sword.

'Follow my will.'

Whoo!!

The sword resisted, but Jamie's strong mental power weighed on the sword's will.

And while holding the hilt even more tightly, he exclaimed with a silent vigor.

Woooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

The expanded sphere of light cracked from above, spitting out a huge mass of energy.

Once upon a time there was a huge shock.

Dust spread out in concentric circles around the light.

The ground shook violently like an earthquake.

It was an unbelievable aftermath to say that it was only one clash, but no one complained because they knew the level of those who made this aftermath and the level of weapons.

The light gradually dispersed in the form of particles, and thick smoke flowed out of it.

All onlookers strengthened their eyesight to observe the situation inside the smoke without speaking.

However, it was difficult to check the situation inside because the aftermath of the two forces still did not go away.

That was then.

The wind blew and the smoke began to clear.

And everyone looked at them in surprise.

how?

Isis draped Gram over his shoulder and asked Jamie.

Thunder Dragon Sword Gram couldn't calm the excitement of the collision, so he constantly tried to blow out his brain energy.

To prevent that from happening, Isis continued to supply Aurors to subdue the thunderbolt.

It was the same with Jamie.

"You're trying to run rampant."

It's because it's a weapon made out of dragon hearts.

Or, I don't know if he felt a strong stimulus from the previous collision, but he constantly tries to spit out flames.

Just like Gram.

Aside from the fact that they had a good heart, it was a difficult sword to handle.

Being a Dragon Slayer, I was prepared to some extent, but I suppressed my attempts to get out of control over and over again.

Those with weak wills will be eaten by the sword.

If that happens, this sword will become a terrible demon sword and become a disaster in the world.

'But now it's in my hands.'

If you can't handle this, it will be difficult for you to succeed in your future plans.

therefore. how?

Isis summoned Gram and asked.

There was only one answer to that question.

"Great."

* * *

reel. congratulations.

Isis touched Ironlil's shoulder with a happy face.

On the surface, Isis looked like a granddaughter for a long time, but in reality, she was hundreds of years older than Iron Reel.

Because he was about the same age as his grandfather.

Ironlil coughed for nothing and pretended it didn't matter.

huh. Nothing to celebrate I just did what I could."

"Is this guy shy?"

"Soo, who is shy! The realm of a young man has surpassed that of a long time ago!"

Jamie smiled and nodded at the sight of Iron Reel.

"You did something really great."

what. From what I can see, the sword was well made. The material was good too. It was made by mixing the mythril and steel that I had hidden in Dragon Heart to save it. It won't be scratched by any attack. It's the sword you've been waiting for.

Yes. I bumped into him earlier and felt it. The hardness of this sword is superior to any sword I have ever seen. I will write well."

"Mmm. so be it."

"By the way, aren't you both forgetting something important?"

Isis, who was quietly listening next to her, opened her mouth.

Jamie and Ironlil looked at her and tilted their heads.

Isis sighed at the two's faces and pointed to Jamie's sword.

"Shouldn't we come up with a name?"

It was.

A great sword was actually made, but the name still doesn't exist.

Jamie scratched his chin as he saw his sword in its pure white scabbard.

What is the name for this sword?

There was nothing I thought about because I just got my hands on it.

"I also focused on making it, and I don't have a name in mind."

It was the same with the producer, Iron Reel.

Originally, they gave names to what they made, but this time it was a bit of an exception.

As I said that the material was the material, I focused only on the completion.

Because it is not making an ordinary sword.

It was when Jamie and Ironlil were seriously contemplating a name.

Isis raised her hand slightly and said.

"If it doesn't come to mind, can I build it? I have a name that suits him pretty well."

What?

"Tell me."

Before saying the name, Isis explained why she came up with the name.

"There are several great weapons in the legend of Ran. The name I will give the sword is derived from one of them."

In terms of pure force, Ran was the strongest among the three major races, and if they were weapons treated as legends, they would certainly be great.

"His name is Barisada."

"Are you a Pharisee?"

"It is a legendary sword that existed long ago, possessed by my ancestors. The original owner was a separate sword."

" What do you mean?

"Simply put, the original owner of the Barisada tried to kill the ancestor with the sword, but failed, and conversely, the ancestor took the Barisada. The problem is that the ability of the Pharisada was not unusual."

"What ability?"

"The power to cut through space."

Jamie's eyes widened slightly at those words.

A sword that cuts through space.

He seemed to understand why Isis had recommended the name.

The swordsmanship of the Welton family is the power to divide space.

And this sword, which Iron Reel had crafted by hand, was intended to handle its power with ease.

"By the way, the name of my ancestor who owned the Pharisada is probably well known in the human world."

How do humans know of Ran's ancestors?

Jamie made a strange expression, and Isis smiled with a naughty face.

"Hero Roland. Pharisada was one of his swords."

At the word Roland, both Jamie and Iron Lil looked slightly startled.

A hero who wielded the holy sword Durandal and commanded the world.

Its name was so famous that it was widely known not only in the human world, but also in the dwarf world.

Although his end ended in tragedy, his heroic tale was widely known to posterity.

Did Roland have any weapons other than Durandal?

"Is Roland Ran?"

"Then the legendary transcendent power is understandable to some extent."

"Anyway, looking at that sword, I couldn't think of any other name other than Pharisada."

"It's a Pharisee ."

Jamie drew his sword from its sheath.

The dazzling silver blade was shining sharply as if it would pierce the space at any time.

great. From today onwards, this sword is 'Pharisada'. That's a cool name."

Huh. It suits you very well."

"If it's Roland's sword, I have no complaints as a maker."

Jamie nodded her head in satisfaction.

Yes. it's a barista I'm counting on you.

woong-

As if responding to Jamie's words, Barisada lowered her sword.

* * *

"Heh heh. I don't know how long it will take to wear it.

Kryon looked in the mirror while wearing the clothes permitted only by the Seven Knights chief.

His beard and hair were neatly organized, and he was also supplied with fresh divine power from the head office. Thanks to him, he was almost back to his youthful appearance.

"Like someone else."

He was imprisoned in the catacombs of the dungeon of the Taeyang Bridge for five years, and lost most of his vitality during that time.

Even though he was alive enough to remain young even after turning 50, the hellish environment of the Catacombs was enough to drain his mind.

So, there was no way that vitality could be maintained.

His promiscuous hair and beard, stretched wrinkles, flaky skin, and a thin body gave him hell every day.

"This is This is it."

Krion smiled contentedly as he looked at the mirror with his hand.

Then it returned to its original position.

It didn't just come back. In his head, a war scenario that had stopped five years ago was running fast.

His eyes, tinged with madness, looked naked through the mirror.

"Jamie Jamie Wellton."

A hateful name.

Had it not been for that little dog, there would have been no disgrace for five years.

I heard that he has now become an archmage who has reached a considerable level.

It wasn't surprising that I had seen that talent with my own two eyes.

Rather, thinking that he was not a fresh opponent, blood poured down his lower leg.

don't die easily

It is no fun to trample and kill as easily as an insect.

The stronger he gets, the stronger the resistance will be, and the joy of revenge will be maximized when you trample on the hope that blooms in the resistance.

Krion wiggled his fingers and grinned mischievously.

"Let me beg you to live. please save me Kreon, please save me. I will be a dog I will become a slave I'll even lick your feet. Please live... Oh no. Please don't touch your family. You will become a slave for the rest of your life. Waal in front of Kreon! barking dog... Hehehehehehehehehehehe!!"

Kryon spread out all kinds of delusions and laughed to the point of drooling.

The boy standing next to Kryon with his clothes on was shaking his shoulders with his head bowed.

This time, he was a newly-assigned servant.

As Kryon placed his hand on the child's head, a fluttering expression spread through his fingertips.

A clear fear, Krion felt a strong excitement there too.

"Am I scared?"

"Oh, no."

"Then why are you falling like this?"

"Joe, it's a little cold ."

Right. Is it cold here? what can be cold Take it easy."

He turned around, gently stroking the boy's head with a kind face.

The moment the boy sighed in relief and looked at Kryon.

uh?

The illusion that the field of vision is obliquely divided.

No, I wasn't mistaken.

The boy's head split diagonally and fell to the ground.

In an instant, the floor was covered in blood.

Creon yawned and muttered.

"Take it easy, go to work next to Janice God. This is a promotion."

And he stood in front of the sword in the black scabbard decorated on one side.

Krion carefully picked up the sword and then slowly pulled it out.

A holy sword bestowed directly by the god Zenith.

Although it was a sword looted from its original owner, it was recognized as a holy sword because the god Zenith directly recognized the power of this sword.

Five years ago, I had infiltrated Apton as a spy, so I couldn't take it with me.

"I'll be using it for a long time, Durangdal."

The corners of Creon's lips rose slightly.

- Continued on next episode -