Overpowered Sword

Overpowered Sword Chapter 90

Level up with swords (90)

“…I’m sorry. “He looked ugly at first sight.”

Kassim came to his senses only after running wild for nearly an hour. It was only natural that 300 years of effort had been in vain. However, somehow, Leon was able to control his strength so that he was not caught up in the destruction.

“no. “I understand that feeling.”

Leon waved his apology and naturally looked away.

It was a disaster as if a meteor had fallen.

The area around the waterfall, which used to be as beautiful as a heavenly landscape, has long since become a wasteland. Every time a senseless punch or kick was made, the ground turned over and a storm broke out. I could still clearly see the tree, which was stronger than any metal, breaking like a reed and flying across the horizon, scattering its fragments.

‘It wasn’t treated as an inviolable being for nothing…’

Not even the Sword Master, the strong man representing humanity, is that dangerous. Even if you can train your body and accumulate auras to kill a thousand people by yourself, it is impossible to defeat an army alone.

There is a difference between Ikkidangcheon (1 horse, 100,000 people) and 10,000 couples, 100,000 couples.

Even after reaching the level of master, there were limits to physical strength and aura. The Sword Master’s absolute power was also within those limits.

However, it was not the giant king Cassim in front of him.

‘It’s the same even if you bring 100,000 or 1 million people instead of 10,000. Even if you use less power than Expert, your stamina will recover faster than you will expend it. Even if you’re bare-body, even lance charging doesn’t work, so wave attacks are meaningless.’

If he was a martial artist, a master-level wizard would have to mobilize several great wizards of the 7th rank or higher to threaten him.

Moreover, even if the conditions were met, it could only be a threat, but the odds of winning were not high. Even so, the magic resistance of the ogres, the origin of the Titans, was high, and the power of the Giant King himself was master level or higher.

Even an empire with a double-digit number of master-level strongmen could not have taken on such a reckless challenge.

[I raised you well.]

With El Cid’s nonsense flowing from one ear, Leon made eye contact with the giant who was looking at him.

And then he spit out the words that had been muttering in his mouth.

“Can I say it’s the death penalty?”

“hmm.”

Kassim seemed a little surprised by the title, and his expressionless face hardened for a moment and then opened. This was because the term ‘brother’ reminded me of Roderick.

But he soon nodded and answered.

“Of course. “I don’t want to admit that he is my teacher, but we inherited the same martial tradition.”

Perhaps because he recognized Leon as a priest, Cassim spoke more comfortably and sat down on a tree trunk.

It would have been a huge commotion if anyone had heard that.

Not only did he have a personal relationship with the living legend, the Giant King, but he was also recognized as a person who should be put to death! Regardless of his skills, even considering his personal connections, he was someone who should have been recruited immediately as the 0th priority.

But for the two of them, those things were probably good.

“Let me check one last thing.”

“Yes, you say so.”

Cassim, who was looking at Leon, cautiously opened his mouth.

“…Rodrick?”

It was an unknown word, but Leon understood it right away.

It would be nice to say it was an instinctive answer.

“pup?”

“good! From today, Leon, you are my one and only priest!”

Cassim jumped up from his seat, grabbed him, and gave a loud rinse while cheering.

Leon was scared as he was suddenly thrown over 20 meters, but Cassim muttered to himself as he threw him over and over again.

“Finally, a comrade has come to dig up those pumpkin seeds! The other guys didn’t believe me no matter how many times I told them. Roderick What kind of hero is that character-breaker! “He’s a piece of shit that only happened to turn out well because he ran wild!”

There is a word called ‘jieum (知音)’ in an old folktale.

This is what a famous musician said about his friend, and it originated from a saying that the only person who truly understands his sound is that friend.

And for Kassim, that author was Leon.

“The goddess was truly indifferent. Why did God choose that Manjong as the leader of our species? Hey, priest. Do you know why the ‘X’ shaped scar on my chest appeared?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Huh! “I talk about it every day but don’t record it. They say history is written only by the winners. That’s true!”

Cassim, who once again threw Leon away, lamented greatly.

“It’s a story that goes back more than 300 years.”

He, the first Titan, begged the goddess for mercy and bestowed the blessing of wisdom on his people.

The goddess gave him an oracle with the name ‘Kasim’.

―Kasim Carry out the mission under the guidance of my representative.

Although it was only one sentence, Cassim vowed to engrave the oracle in his soul and waited for the goddess’s representative.

As the merciful goddess said, ‘he’ soon came to visit the Titans.

Hair and eyes as bright and bright as the sun.

He was a handsome young man who seemed to advertise that he was a hero.

Roderick said.

“I still remember it. “I asked who was the leader.”

In response to those words, Kasim proudly walked out, saying, “It’s me.”

The minds of the compatriots who had just received wisdom were childlike, so there was no other option.

Then Rodrik glanced at Kasim for a moment and then spoke.

―They all look similar, so it’s confusing who is who?

Cassim was taken aback by the unexpected words.

It was true that the appearance of Titans was not very different compared to humans, but it was not so much that they could not be distinguished.

I didn’t know that Roderick’s intentions lay elsewhere.

It was right after that.

―Kaaaaaa! Why…?! Aren’t you the representative sent by the goddess to lead our Titans?

-That is that and this is this.

There was no time to dodge or block.

Rodrik had already surpassed even the Sword Master at that time, and Cassim was much weaker than he is now. After carving an X-shaped scar on his chest, Roderick stepped on the crumpled man and said

―Why are you talking so rudely the first time you meet?

―Oh no, you also spoke informally from the first time we met…

―I can do that.

He even yawned and kicked Kassim in the chin. And he muttered this in front of Cassim who was losing consciousness.

―Seeing how you talk back, you seem to have a good personality. Shall we roll it properly?

This was the moment when Kasim’s fate for hell was decided.

As he spoke, Kassim must have remembered that time, and he clenched his fists and trembled.

The force that flows out unconsciously distorts the surrounding space.

Even Leon couldn’t say a word and looked down at his waist.

‘Hey, are you still human?’

El Cid also changed his mind, wondering if he could be so shameless here.

[…Afterwards, I also had a period of gales and waves.]

‘It won’t be a gale and waves, but a flat wind! I thought it would just go out in my lifetime, but I didn’t know it would be like this!’

[At that time, I was younger than you, so it was natural. They say kids grow up by fighting.]

‘No, you’re younger than me?!’

[You must have been 17 or so when you first met that guy?]

Leon looked at the Holy Sword with a look on his face as if he were a human. Was it true that you broke through the mastery barrier at the age of fifteen?

‘And fighting involves hitting and hitting each other, but didn’t you just hit? What kind of fight is that? It’s a one-sided assault.’

[That’s right.]

‘Don’t be convinced, just reflect!’

Leon was exhausted in just a few minutes.

Kasim huffed and puffed out his anger, and as he followed, he mourned the past of the executioner, who was 300 years older than him. I suffered so much and no one believed me, so it was no wonder that the resentment that had built up over the years was festering.

At least Leon’s expression seemed to improve as he added a bit of humor and responded to Roderick’s swearing.

“Wow, I feel relieved thanks to you. “Thank you, priest.”

“…Just say something at any time and you will be sentenced to death.”

Humans and Titans, who had formed a consensus that transcended time, clashed fists with each other once.

“We’re almost there while we’re talking. “It’s this way.”

Kasim entered the cave hidden behind the waterfall and motioned to Leon.

Every time you take a step, your mana concentration soars significantly.

It is difficult for an average person to breathe normally.

“Rodrik’s legacy is everything that’s in here. “He said he would come sometime, but he didn’t come until he died.”

“Well, he’s been talking nonsense for a day or two?”

“Hahaha! That’s right, if you open your mouth, it’s nonsense!”

Wouldn’t those who tried to contact the Giant King regret it greatly if they saw it? It was clear that even if Roderick’s gossip had been good, we would have been able to build at least some friendship.

The two people who quickly became close friends soon arrived at their destination.

“and…!”

Leon’s eyes widened as he took in the sight.

It had to be that way.

A fantastic scenery was spread throughout the plaza, which had an open ceiling that could not have been thought of as being inside a cave.

A flower fluttering rainbow-colored leaves.

A tree full of apples as yellow as gold.

In addition to that, it was full of all kinds of spiritual herbs and sacred trees.

“These are spirit plants that he planted to take care of his body. “It’s been around for 300 years, so it’s probably more effective than eating it back then.”

[Oh, I forgot.]

“There is more than elixir. Things like martial arts books that he roughly wrote and threw away, as well as theory books related to Auror practice and strong body techniques. “We can’t learn it, but there are quite a few things we can use as a reference.”

[There was something like that. It’s not that important.] As

El Cid added one word to Kasim’s explanation, Leon had a question.

If you have forgotten both elixirs and martial arts, what is your real legacy?

Was it true that he had ‘forgotten’ before?

For some reason, an ominous feeling rose up my spine.

‘Hey demon sword.’

[Why?]

‘If you’ve forgotten everything about elixirs and martial arts, what is your real legacy? ‘What you said earlier about forgetting everything was a lie, right?’

El Cid was silent for a moment and then laughed.

[Did you get caught?]

It was a different reaction than usual.

So Leon became even more nervous. I always tormented him with many pranks, but what meaning was there in this lie? It was a story that no matter how hidden the legacy was, it was bound to be revealed in the end.

So, wasn’t the purpose of El Cid’s lie to delay the time when ‘it had no choice but to be revealed’?

“…I guess I heard everything.”

Kassim, too, seemed to have guessed the situation and looked back at him with a grave face.

There was only one emotion fully contained in both eyes.

Compassion.

It was a heartfelt feeling of sympathy for the priest who was about to experience the pain he had once experienced. A voice rang from Leon’s waist as he unconsciously took a step back.

El Cid’s feat of reproducing voices through the vibrations of the holy sword.

《Hey lump. Can you do it well?》

“I’ve never tried it, so I’m not sure. Still, I will do my best.”

《If you don’t die, you can somehow revive it, so just try to control your strength well. “ Don’t aim for the head or the heart.”

“Remember.”

Leon trembled at the scary story.

“Now wait a minute. “What does this mean?”

《That’s right…》

El Cid trailed off as if he was sorry.

The explanation that started from there was even more absurd.

He prepared the basics with 〈Anbeop〉 and 〈Bobeop〉, and also became skilled in how to control his body with upward sword techniques such as 〈Chilseonggeom〉. It was good up to this point. The problem was the next process.

“From now on, you will be training your ‘telekinesis.’”

It is completely different from telekinesis. The power of the mind to transcend the body and interfere with the material world was telekinesis. It was also a power that could be used once one reached the realm of the Aura Master.

《But the telekinesis you realize after becoming a master is only half. If you don’t know that, you can’t see the next level of mastery. You will live your whole life without knowing that you are a frog in a well, and then you will die of old age.》

“No, telekinesis and all that are good…”

Leon, wiping away cold sweat, kept repeating the words.

“Why did you hide that? “Is the training method dangerous?”

《Grunt lump. Please explain.》

“Rotten bastard.”

Cassim grumbled after answering El Cid’s call.

Still, he seemed to want to explain, so he spoke slowly.

“Priest telekinesis is the power of the pure spirit. Both physical ability and Auror are abilities that can be exercised with meaningless mind alone. However, it is difficult for living beings in the material world to master telekinesis. “After you become a master, it is easy for your body and mind to transcend the material world, but before that, it can be said to be close to impossible.”

“If something is close to impossible, it is possible.”

“That monster learned it on its own, but there is no way to awaken it through self-education. “I guess that’s why he asked me to come find him…”

Cassim sighed and confessed the truth.

“There is only one way to train telekinesis. After using up every last bit of stamina and aura, pushing it to the extreme is repeated to induce the flowering of telekinesis. “That’s it.”

“…Can you put it a little more simply?”

“It puts you on the brink of death until you can use telekinesis. “That method is the only way to practice telekinesis.”

El Cid’s telepathy poked into Leon’s mind as he stood frozen.

There was no laughter, but the voice was extremely obnoxious.

[Why didn’t I teach you what inheritance is?]

“….”

[I did it because I thought if I told you everything honestly, they would say they wouldn’t go. But I did it for your own good, so don’t be too resentful.]

“….”

[Sorry!]

“…You rotten demon sword bastard!”

Leon’s patience ran out and he threw the holy sword on the ground.