Solo Swordmaster

#995. Be open

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Absolute.

A being who alone changes the world.

From the fairy queens and spirits of the distant golden age to the monarchs of the iron age.

In fact, each of the Absolutes of each era had a tremendous impact on the fate of the world.

But that’s the story of the heyday.

The Fairy Queen surrenders supremacy.

The descending god is devoured.

Seven dragons being cut down, etc.

Every time the era changed, the Absolute had to give up wealth and power, voluntarily or unwillingly, and resign.

Of course, the princess of the Seven Dragons and the fairy queen.

Although the times have changed, the majority of absolutes exercised their influence either directly or indirectly.

It was to the extent that even the dark wizards who were rejected by the world made Gulag and prepared for the Demon God’s descent, causing a Demon God War.

However, there is only one exception among them.

No matter how long you have lived or whether you have the power to ignore the world, there are absolutes who do not intervene in the world.

A typical example was Sir.

It wasn’t particularly strange.

First of all, she’s a witch.

Because he was good at secrecy and deceit because he handled mystery itself as power, and in some ways he was more accustomed to living in obscurity than a warlock.

After going through a witch hunt in the past.

Especially because she was called the Queen of Magic and fought against the gods.

‘What a big deal.’

So it was.

The reason Sir couldn’t help but laugh.

‘I didn’t know it would turn out like this until I signed a slave contract with that baby.’

it’s a deal.

She tried to escape her fate of death.

Limon tried to borrow the power of the Archwitch.

It was a very fair and reasonable contract that was made as a result of mutual interests.

Only 50 years of slave service was not too much of a burden to her, who was immortal anyway.

That is why, until then, Shir regarded this as a small entertainment that would soon pass and become a memory of a long life.

But…

‘Who would have known that it would be rough for that baby to act like this.’

Teach some blue bird.

Studying the Seven Arcs.

Create an unprecedented god.

Fight against the resurrected Demon God.

Looking for a way to break the Command Lord’s ban.

It produces things with God’s blessing like a factory.

Also, he was kidnapped and tortured while trying to keep the secret of the sword gun.

To be honest, the last 2 years since I signed a contract with Limon have been busier and more difficult than the thousands of years I have lived so far.

Besides, they ask people

all sorts of hard-to-understand things and ask them to do research on what kind of encyclopedia they regard people as.

At this point, it was elder abuse.

‘Although that was fun in its own way.’

okay.

nevertheless.

The time wasn’t bad.

Even though it was difficult and exhausting, it was a rewarding and interesting day.

So it must have been.

After the seal of the Seven Arks was released, Shir started preparing for this.

Of course, this is reckless.

It was such a crazy idea that even the god of magic, not the legendary great witch, would say, ‘What drug did you take that made you crazy?’

In fact, she almost gave up a few times.

but hard work.

miraculous luck.

Above all, thanks to the struggles of the seven princesses who had endured until this point, they were able to finish their preparations.

With that satisfaction, Sir languidly opened his mouth.

“Are you all ready?”

[…the preparations for the ceremony are complete.]

[This side is also complete.]

“Are you sure? Did you make sure there were no mistakes?”

[We can swear that we are sure of our faith.]

[Don’t worry, we’ve checked it several times a day.]

“Hmm, so?”

in turn.

Hearing the voice coming from the pager, she smiled.

“It was a pretty tight schedule, but it seems that everyone is the same when it comes to running fast because it takes their lives.”

“….”

“Don’t you think so too?”

A monster wearing a wooden mask.

A girl with a cat on her shoulder.

A woman with complex tattoos on her arms.

A wife who only covered her parts with ornaments.

An old woman with an ornate golden cane.

Even a beauty in an old-fashioned dress.

All of the strange-looking women around Sir didn’t answer the question.

I only said one word coldly.

“If you’re ready, stop wasting time and get started.”

“Hehe, I was just about to start.”

After nodding slowly.

Sir spoke to the opponents who were connected by magic.

“Now then, let’s show it to everyone.”

“…”

“―A miracle to save this world.”

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Dung.

floating.

Dung-dung-dung-dung.

The moment Sir’s signal went off.

The first thing that started to become noisy was the Holy League.

Among them, they were the ones who played musical instruments in the royal palace of the White Dragon Clan, the highest tower in Jerusalem.

Five priests, each wearing a different outfit, can tell that they all have a high status in their church with their splendid appearance and neat elegance.

Arranged in a circle, they beat drums in a regular rhythm.

To the beat of the drums, hundreds of priests surrounding them played various musical instruments.

It is truly a banquet.

It doesn’t fit at all in this situation where the whole world is covered with starlight and the end has come.

Nevertheless, it was an ensemble that everyone could not help but be captivated by.

It was natural.

It’s a banquet for God.

It was a rite made by those who could not satisfy all the gods by singing alone like a priest, even if they lacked each other.

The deeper the performance, the more

God’s attention turns to them.

The divine energy that flowed in Jerusalem also gathered.

It was far beyond what a mere human could bear.

The complexion of the priests who actually played the instruments gradually turned pale, revealing the burden of the immense power.

However, only the five priests who were in the center continued the performance without any disturbance.

It was natural.

They are already beyond humans.

Because he was a representative on earth who was loved and chosen by God for his faith and talent.

And people used to call them that with reverence and respect.

called a saint.

What they memorize is one ultimate.

The ultimate fortress created by the gods to fend off dragons when many gods of the past were devoured and the Silver Age was on the verge of perishing.

At the same time, a spell that awakens the cursed labyrinth from which even a god cannot escape once trapped.

And so, the moment when the magical power gathered through the great ceremony by hundreds of priests led by five saints flowed into a huge magic circle at their feet.

Aaaaaaa!

―A pillar of divine light burst out from the basement of the last remaining sacred ground in the world and pushed away the starlight in the sky.

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Wow.

“AbaD HazAd ad aR AM.”

On the other hand, there was a place that became noisy in a slightly different meaning from the Holy League at that time.

In a dark basement where even sunlight can’t reach, they were moving endlessly, relying on dim candlelight.

Cut the chicken’s neck and spray the blood.

Burn and shake the black amulet.

By making a complicated hand sign.

Three monsters who constantly memorize spells.

And around them, dozens of people in black who covered their faces with masks and hoods chanted orders more busily than they did.

If the rituals of the Holy League were sacred, their rituals were ominous.

If the music of the priests was comfortable and beautiful, their incantations were ominous and terrifying.

If the priests were trying to get the attention of the gods, they tried to avoid the eyes of the gods.

It was natural.

they are taboo.

disobeying God’s will

going against the order of the world.

Because they were the ones whose existence itself became a sin after committing all sorts of things without hesitation, such as offering people as living sacrifices for their own purposes.

And the three monsters in the center were sinners who had reached the pinnacle.

People called them this with contempt and fear.

It’s called the Black Swordsman.

and this moment.

The three black wizards.

Among them, the old man wearing a top hat, who was in charge of the magic circle’s nucleus, let out a laugh while reciting a spell.

‘Heulheul, I originally planned to just watch.’

The world is really a gist.

The old man thought to himself.

After the collapse of the Dark Dawn during the Demon War, the warlocks who had almost dried up were gathered like this.

The fact that I was able to write what I had retrieved from walking around the Gulag like this.

And to cooperate with Sir in this way.

Because it was unimaginable.

But I couldn’t help it.

No matter how much they are rejected by everyone and go against the providence, they also belong to this world.

As they were not chosen as refugees, they had no choice but to die when humanity was destroyed by the Constellations.

It’s a big deal and it’s nabal.

Just to survive, they poured everything they had into performing the ritual with all their might.

What they memorize is another ultimate.

A miracle that can make any wish come true, even if it costs the most of all magic, so long as the cost is sufficient.

The moment the negative grudges of the world, such as anger, sadness, and despair, were turned into magical power and were sucked into the magic circle they were standing in.

Koo Goo Goo Goo!

―An evil pillar of darkness rose from the depths of the 24 gulags in Russia and swallowed the starlight.

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A pillar of light rising from the Holy League.

A pillar of darkness rises from Russia.

Although they may be completely opposite to each other, in that they have reached the limit of magic, the two powers standing shoulder to shoulder shake the world.

nevertheless.

Two powers alone were not enough.

The starlight was pushed out only around Russia and the Holy League.

It was shaken violently as if it would disappear at any moment, pushed by the stronger starlight.

At this rate, it was clear to anyone that the two magical powers would not last long and would collapse.

But that was enough.

For those who were located in the oldest city in Europe to start moving.

“Ummmmm.”

“A TA KA JA HA.”

“iIiRDR KrAd AiL.”

Mantras resound.

All ornaments shake.

The cat vomits a strange cry.

Smoke rises from a small incense burner.

Even though they are different in form and method, they are all women who have reached the extreme of magic.

A hermit who has absolute power, but has been hiding for decades to over a thousand years.

Grand Witch.

With the help of the Seven Dragons, six great witches who managed to gather together were conducting a ceremony.

“Can I leave this to you?”

“If I wasn’t going to take it, I wouldn’t be here.”

“Whoops. Yes, then please.”

Among the six great witches, he sees a beauty in a dress who exudes powerful magical power and at the same time looks at her with the coldest eyes.

Shirley put on a mischievous smile.

“—Vivian.”

distant past.

The three great witches called the Lady of the Lake who created the London Barrier with the gods and sealed Sir.

Among them, the last survivor, a woman who had disappeared for over a thousand years, glanced at her old nemesis and began to cast a spell.

It’s the last ultimate.

A spell that the three great witches even borrowed the power of God to complete in order to stop the demon king from conquering the whole world.

Absolute magic that destroys even the absolute concept of life, the world, and the afterlife.

Centered around the six great witches, witches from the 27 genealogies of magic assisted in the ritual.

The moment when powerful magic power emanated from the magic circle.

Whoops!

The pillars of light that had risen from the Holy League flowed rapidly toward Europe as if being led by something.

Shire narrowed his eyes, feeling the magical energy that exploded through the pillar of light that flowed in.

The last holy place left in the world.

A vast power that has been rotting at the bottom of Jerusalem for over a thousand years.

The power of the magic circle that sucked it all in was so great that it could be called a miracle in itself.

…But it doesn’t reach.

In this situation, the survival of mankind is at stake.

Even miracles were not enough to stop the Constellations with transcendental power.

So what is needed is mystery.

Magic beyond even the miracles of God.

And fortunately she had the means for it.

Fire.

The center of the magic circle.

A large cauldron, which was placed in the middle of it, heats up.

Dagda’s Cauldron.

A divine creature unprecedented throughout the distant history of magic that she created with the help of Limon.

But it wasn’t the leading role.

It was just a bowl.

Then, in front of him, Sir took out the items he had prepared.

Patter.

A cracked watch.

A broken black quill.

A hammer with dimmed brilliance.

―Originally, it was called the Seven Arcs and contained the power of the stars, but the seal was broken and damaged.

However, the moment when the treasures left by the strongest absolutes in human history, which still contain remnants of the power of the mighty stars, are sucked into the pot.

Koo Goo Goo Goo!

The pillar of darkness that had risen in Russia spread to Europe like a blazing fire.

Thus, the enormous energy that flowed through the dragon vein swirled in the cauldron.

As the three treasures melted away, Syrr quietly cast a spell while dealing with the power of darkness.

“Genie of the lamp.”

yes.

“I wish you one last wish.”

Woo woo woo!

It is a miraculous magic that grants three wishes, whatever became the archetype of the Demon God created by the Dark Dawn Society.

Compared to the Demon God, it may be unstable and has many restrictions, but that’s why it was a power that more people coveted.

Sir was no exception.

actually in the distant past.

Because she independently completed the lamp genie’s spell and made a wish twice.

once for immortality.

Another attempt to obtain the emperor’s fate.

So, the moment she chanted a spell to grant her one remaining wish by sacrificing the Seven Arcs, the wreckage, and the fragments of the Demon God.

A storm of great power arose.

Great London Barrier Avalon.

God’s Prison Tartarus (Τάρταρος).

and The Genie of the Lamp.

Even in the Silver Age, the three magical powers that were said to be the strongest were swirling around the cauldron and magic circle.

Of course, magic doesn’t resonate with each other like psionics.

But instead, they complement each other.

god.

witch.

black magician.

The ultimate magic, completed by the combined efforts of those who have dealt with the mysteries in completely different ways, amplifies each gap and creates a synergistic effect.

And so, when the power of magic, which had increased exponentially several times, dozens of times, reached its peak.

cried out in a loud voice.

“I command you in the name of Gaius Julius Caesar, the great king of magic.”

Tartarus as a sacrifice.

Amplified by demonic power.

Achieved by Avalon’s spell.

Originally, the magic that would be impossible even if hundreds of archwitch gathered together was forcibly completed with the power of wish.

Thus, the moment when the magic of transcendence beyond the miracle of God created by combining three completely different ultimates into one finally unfolded.

“Open the gate of Valhalla!”

Aaaaaang!

The light of dawn, a mixture of light and darkness rising from London, replaced the starlight and filled the space between the sky and the ground…. A big

bird—

…the sound of a single bell.

The whole world was covered in silence.