248 Endless Threats (1)

Kaang!!

The sound of clear thunder echoed.

An intense shock was reported with the Holy Sword in his hand.

"Argh!"

Kim Shi-hoon's body was pushed back.

My feet were stuck deep on the ground.

"Ha, ha."

Rough breath sounds.

My hands trembled less with a sack of swords.

"Ludwig...."

I lifted my head.

Ludwig's appearance came to my attention.

Pale skin like a corpse. Disgusting green tentacles wrapped around a spinning maggie.

So different from Ludwig in his memory.

"Damn it."

Kim Si-hoon bites his lips.

My hands tremble. I feel like I'm going to fall down right now because of the fatigue of pressing the whole body.

After the second landslide from Satan's attack.

I poured too much air into him to stop him.

'No.'

Kim Si-hoon grabbed the strap of consciousness that was becoming blurred.

'You can't fall down yet.'

Corrupted Ludwig's appearance came to my attention.

Ludwig's empty eyes no longer felt the slightest emotion as a human being.

In that state, I couldn't leave him in such a miserable state.

'You have to finish it with my hand.'

This is what you have to do.

It's something I haven't finished myself.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't make a knot.

"Phew."

Exhale deeply.

Squeezes the button and pulls the inner ball up.

"Argh, Argh."

"……."

Ludwig is bleeding like a monster.

Is this the same situation as when your friend became a zombie in a Class B zombie movie?

'I thought it was too common.'

I don't think Cliché should be a cliché.

Ludwig's corrupt appearance was engraved like a stigma on Kim Si-hun's brain.

"Argh!!"

Ludwig rushed in.

Kim Si-hoon held the sword with his mouth firmly shut.

Holy Sword Ludwig. White light flows from the same sword as his friend's name.

"Chang Dragon Jaw."

White black spilled from the Holy Sword sweeps around like a storm.

Ludwig throws himself in the storm of the sword with no idea where he got it.

Gaga Gaga River!!!

The flame splashed.

The sound of hammering the iron echoes more than a dozen times per second.

"Krrrr!"

Bang. Ludwig, who stepped at a rough angle, swings the Great Sword across.

No special skills, no complex portrayal.

Just an attack with overwhelming power.

"Khh!"

I lowered my head to avoid the attack. The sword waves and Ludwig's sword passes by.

The wind pressure that swirled along the sword caused the skin to bloom and bleed.

Kim Shi Hun stepped forward.

"Frontal confrontation is unanswered. '

Strength, speed and Ludwig's side are overwhelming.

You spray Magi's devastating energy without resting.

In this situation, the head-on confrontation was a suicide act.

"……."

Kim Shi Hoon shut up firmly.

I took a breath.

If the prosecutor can't face him, there's only one way left.

'Winning Sword.'

Raise your hands.

Weapons that were scattered all over the battlefield flew into the air.

The inner air that was showing the floor wore out at a fast rate.

"Argh, Argh."

Twist. Kim Shi-hoon's body is shivering.

My head is hot.

I rumble like I'm nauseous.

String.

[Warning.]

[Insufficient internal air. If operated, further internal air enters the 'Coin Horse' state.]

"Argh...."

The vision is distorted.

The fingertips tremble and the feeling of powerlessness pushes the whole body.

'What,' he said. '

Lift your head with this crocodile.

It's just a coin and it's not the time to care.

Kaang! Kang! Kaaang!

He shoots his sword like a gun.

Dozens of weapons have been poured into the air towards Ludwig.

"Argh!!"

Ludwig swings the Great Sword.

An endless attack, relying solely on instinct, as if a violent beast were flying.

Kaang. The spilling spear is hit by a great sword. I was crushed.

Mace, sickle, axe.

I was crushed.

It splits, twists and cuts.

"Cooluck."

Blood was thrown up from Kim Si-hoon's mouth.

The coin horse started because it squeezed the inner air.

A twisted sensation.

I felt the pain of hot lava burning the whole body around the blood vessels.

"Ugh."

I reached out.

I tried to hold the Holy Sword that fell on the floor.

Thank you.

The hand that did not enter the power missed the holy sword.

"……."

I naturally remembered that time.

The memory of when Mamon lost both his arms and was prevented from grasping the sword.

Fear has been pushed.

Fear encroached on the body.

"Tongue, brother."

I called his name.

I looked for him with my head twitched.

'When you always do this....'

Now I remember the face of my brother, who became more precious than his bloody family.

I did.

At all times, the rains appeared and helped him.

Even when it was corrupted by the seed Satan planted.

Even when Marmon lost his two arms and fell.

Even when they were driven to Lucifer's estate right before he died.

And then.

'From the first time I was attacked by Kim Young-hoon.'

Rain always showed up when it was most urgent and when it was most desperate to help him.

"Ha, ha."

A smile came out.

Kim Si-hun bowed. Loose laughter continued to flow.

"What a... asshole."

Pathetic trash.

Scary moron.

I knew from the beginning. I was realizing.

I just turned away.

I just turned my eyes away from what I didn't want to see.

'I….'

Not once.

I've never stood up on my own.

I've always known that I've only lived with his help.

His talents, his efforts, his beliefs and his will.

It means nothing without rain.

"……."

Kim Si-hun reached out again.

I grabbed the Holy Sword.

'Stand up.'

With his sword stuck to the ground like a staff, he raised himself with a fluttering leg.

'Not now.'

When can I get up on my own?

String.

[Warning, warning.]

[Enter Coin Horse Status.]

"Shut up."

I nervously cleared the message window in front of my eyes.

I pointed my sword at Ludwig.

'Rain brother.'

I saw the back of the rain.

Alone, walking in front of him.

There was nothing around the path he was walking.

With everything in his hand, he just keeps walking forward.

"Now."

How long will you follow him?

How long will you stare at the back?

Kim Shi Hoon empowered his feet.

There was no help of rain, no help of martyrdom.

For the first time.

After a really tiring defeat.

I stood up alone.

"I'll walk with you."

Rear view of rainfall. He rolled his feet roughly towards the back.

* * *

"Cough! Cough!"

Red blood spilled.

My legs trembled less. I felt like I could close my eyes right away.

"Ah, ah, ah."

The faint consciousness held onto the rope and lifted its head.

Ludwig appears to have fallen with a grasp on his chest.

The name of the white sword that pierced his heart was, unfortunately, Ludwig, like his name.

"Kim, Shi Hoon...?"

Immediately, his consciousness seems to have returned.

Ludwig reaches out to him with less trembling hands.

"Look out for him... everything he's done..."

Ludwig tried to say something.

Kim Si-hoon laid Ludwig's body on the ground with his mouth firmly shut.

It was not difficult to predict what he was going to say.

"I know. Ludwig."

"……."

"I will punish Satan with my own hands."

"Oh, that's not... that's not it."

"Rest easy."

I could no longer make Ludwig suffer.

Kim Shihoon twisted the Holy Sword stuck in Ludwig's chest without hesitation.

Ludwig's body became black powder and scattered in the air.

"Phew..."

Tighten the fluttering legs and raise the body.

I searched the surrounding battlefield.

"Almost done. '

One day the war ended.

The allied forces that the Angels, the Watchers of Light, and the Guardians cooperated with drove the forces of Devil's Church.

Even the demons, who had endured so hard to the end, fell one by one, sprinkling black blood.

"……."

The long struggle with Demon Church was also coming to an end.

Kim Si-hoon shook his hand from the Holy Sword. The Holy Sword was scattered into the dust of light and entered his body.

I climbed the mountain on a stumbling step.

Chargiel.

I saw an angel with short silver feet rushing somewhere.

"Raphael! Wake up, Raphael!!"

Chargiel shouts hastily, holding Raphael to the ground.

Kim Si-hun approached and asked.

"You were attacked by Satan?"

"… Yes."

Chargiel nods with her lips wide open.

Kim Si-hoon grabbed his fist and asked.

"What happened to Satan?"

"I made a black crack and ran away. And... the Apostle of Tyrion, the hero, followed him."

"What, what?"

Kim Si-hun opened his eyes.

News like Cheongcheon Wall.

"Tongue, are you saying that you chased Satan alone?!"

"Yes."

A sense of the world turning yellow.

Kim Shi-hoon's body trembled.

Even if it rained, it was suicide to chase after Satan alone.

"Shit, shit!!"

I urgently looked around.

No black cracks were seen.

"Where did that black crack first appear?" "

"The crack has already disappeared...."

"Where?!!"

I shouted with a grasp of Chargiel's flesh.

The fight against Ludwig brought his body closer to the ground, but he couldn't stay still.

'We have to save her.'

Exhaustion?

What am I supposed to do?

If it was to save the rains, I didn't care if my body was crushed.

"First time there...."

Chargiel looks at Kim Si-hun's desperate expression and points to one side.

It was then.

I never did!

A black crack was created in the air, as if it were gold in the glass.

Kim Shi Hoon, Chargiel, and the angels and guardians around him were caught in the cracks that resurfaced.

"Khh!"

"Oh, you're not done yet?"

There was despair on the faces of angels and players.

"Brother!!"

Kim Si-hoon reaches out as she runs toward the crack.

A white light gathers and a sword is made.

I stared at the black crack with a restless expression.

I never did!

The crack grew in size.

In it..

"Cough! Cough!"

"Tongue, brother?!"

Rain appeared.

Full of wounds all over.

Kim Si-hun urgently supported the rain that was about to fall right away.

Chargé d 'affaires has also taken a quick step towards the rains.

"Are you okay with your wounds?!"

"Argh…. It's okay."

The look of rain was distorted.

Says he's fine, but he didn't look fine at all.

Clothes became worn out, and 'red' blood was flowing all over the body.

Chargiel asks with a stiff expression.

"Satan... did you kill him?"

All angels and players flinched.

The most important goal of this war.

Demon of Prophecy, Satan.

"……."

Rain kept its mouth shut firmly.

A heavy sunken atmosphere.

Silence poured down on the noisy battlefield.

"Satan..."

Grasping his fist, he bites his lips.

"I escaped."

It seems like it's hard to keep up with horses, but the rain shakes its head.

"Ah, ah."

Moaning flowed from all sides, spilling so much blood. Even if you make so many sacrifices. Satan is not dead.

The devil of prophecy is alive.

No, the threat is not over.