�How many times have I swung it?�

I don�t remember the battle.

no, it wasn�t conscious.

The moment I felt the sharp, sharp cut, a shiver ran up my spine.

�This is it!�

The perfect slash I entered while conscious for the first time.

And the conclusion that Lian reached after accepting the cut into the cells of his whole body����.

�It wasn�t slanted.�

Nothing was wrong from the start.

The sword just goes anywhere.

That�s why it wasn�t the sword that was leaning����.

�It�s me.�

Swordsmanship doesn�t save the world.

The sword does not cut people.

Saving the world and killing people are human beings in the end.

Therefore, the sword is simply a human being who can wield it as he pleases.

�Go only for me!�

In the place where the greatsword had passed, blood fountains protruding from the five necks gushed out one after another.

�The taste of cutting has become sharper.�

Facon, who was watching the battle from the living platform, spoke.

The stone chair was so large that it felt cramped, and a spear reddened with real human blood leaned against the armrest.

�It could be a fluke.�Enlightenment does not come easily.�

Breeze, one of the thieves� vice-captains and the only wizard, said.

It was an old man in his mid-sixties with a beard that grew roughly as if scrawled with a brush.

�There is no luck.�Especially black.�

Facon was clearly aware of Lian�s change.

�If it is genius to realize before swinging, it would be dunjae to realize after swinging 10,000 times.�But that 10,000 times is scary.�It�s a matter of who wins and comes back, between a brilliant gambler with 1 gold and a stupid gambler with 100 million gold.�Being able to swing 10,000 times must be another asset that a genius cannot possess.�

Breeze said, brushing her beard.

�Then I will have to step in.�

Since the momentum of the sword is at its peak, it is difficult to deal with infantry alone. JrNovels.com