Chapter 1052 – A Person With Many Questions

Next day.

Early in the morning, I came down to the basement and thought.

A heretical thing that has happened so far.

Behind them was the existence of the lich. He created sinister monsters while experimenting with undead manufacturing using all sorts of evil methods, and now he released those monsters to steal the soul of the great devil.

I don’t know exactly how wide their power is, but the power of those who can use the gate like that couldn’t be small. No. If you look at what they’ve done so far, they’re literally rich bastards.

There are a lot of cultists who worship individual liches. They have been committing evil deeds for a very long time, such as plotting something, experimenting on humans, and buying and selling humans to cover their resources.

There’s no money, so cheaply, bastards can’t do that.

Reversely, is it because he is rich and has a lot of money?

But why is that lich aiming for the power of the great devil? I’m so damn curious about that. Is it simply to increase your own power? Then why the hell is he making undead?

Looking at it, one of its purposes seemed to be creating something powerful undead. Could it be that the Great Devil is needed to create the undead? Or is there a secret wish to create some fucking undead? Or are you trying to open the door to the underworld?

Whatever it is, this has yet to be revealed.

But more than that.

“This bitch.”

Bugall… No. I don’t know what to call you now.

ㅡStupid.

Anyway, this ominous demonic sword was being played in real time. As always, dark energy wriggles and regenerates from the broken part.

I don’t know the principle or what, but if it’s in this state, it will be restored to its original condition tomorrow.

But.

“…”

I focused my mind while holding the sword.

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What is felt.
—-It was an extremely heterogeneous force.

“Andromalius…!”

I had already picked up my sword and threw my fist into my mouth, sobbing.

“Huh!”

Tears flow. Sobbing wasn’t enough, so my legs gave out and I collapsed. I sat down like that and howled like a child.

ㅡPapapapat!
ㅡBung Zi Bung Zi!

For a long while, firing off feet and swinging arms in the air. He cries for a long time while releasing his inherent violence. That primitive sobbing, accompanied by explosive rotation using only the hip muscles, had more ripple power than three-year-olds who sat down because they couldn’t get what they wanted at a large mart.

“Teeeee!!!”

ㅡBoom bang!

I couldn’t win it like that, so I hit the floor with my fist, then I flicked my big toe and shot my body to the ceiling. Like that, clinging to the ceiling on all fours, he strides like a cockroach.

ㅡ give and give.

I have walls and floors in the basement. And I cried and ran for a while while painting the ceiling with my tears. It is a painful sadness. It is a terrible sadness that cuts to the bone. It is a sadness that is buried in the bones and will never go away. All that followed was just sobbing and crying. All that remains is sadness.

Why is it so sad

Because I realized
—-That Vigale had changed.

The source of these tears is definitely there.

It must be to commemorate an old friend who now has to let go.

“Vigal…!”

Andromalius You bastard got inside my knife…! What I felt when I grabbed the Vigal and focused my mind was a distinctly different energy from before. Bugal! Did Vigal disappear and the damned great devil entered it?!

“Ohhh…!!! Ohhhhh!!!!!!”

ㅡRoar.

I let out my emotions as I roared.

Is there no bugal anymore? Did Andromalius take his place? Now, my true friend and colleague. Will the bow sword Vigal disappear and only this ominous demonic sword remain?

ㅡRemember.

Grab the thrown sword.

Stand in place

Stare at the guy

“…”

Tears are stopped by cold anger.

“…However.”

After pouring out a bout of tears, I found myself extremely cold-hearted. A cold rage burned my sadness, so I shook off all those feelings and sat down.

“Nothing has changed.”

In the first place, the term “Vigal” Was just an illusion. From the beginning, his soul was completely separated by Risha, and what remains is a demonic sword that is just a shell. I projected the image of Bugal there and made it my colleague.

To handle the sword better.

To reach the extreme of the sword.

To increase training efficiency.

To strengthen my strength to the limit.

My friend Bugal was just an imaginary image created while communicating with the sword itself. The efficiency was definitely good. I communicated with the sword while communicating with the bugal of my imagination, and achieved an extreme improvement in my skills with it.

Bowed sword and the power of friendship.
All of them were also images of some kind.

The thought of wielding a sword erases my hesitation from my murderous intent and raises my violence. The power of friendship. No matter how hard it is, remember it and amplify your body’s potential. It is the strength obtained with it.

Now is the age of study.

A study method or discipline that suits you. Finding and developing training methods is of great importance to a warrior. In the end, Bugal was the product of my fierce efforts.

“Nothing has changed.”

ㅡ…

That’s why, even if the one inside this sword wasn’t Vigal, but the great devil Andromalius, nothing would change. Because the visualized Vigal was an existence that I created.

Do you think there

“Anit…!”

For a moment, it seemed as if he could see a bugal in front of him.

—-Yes…! That’s it, friend! I’m not gone!
—-In the end, a sword with a bow is not something that has substance, but something that dwells in the heart!
ㅡJust because the sword has become a little weird doesn’t mean that your Fusion Confucianism is undermined!
—-Therefore, there is no need to be sad! I’m always with you!
ㅡI save people! Establish justice! Thus, it is Vigal, the sword of fusion Confucianism that makes the world more beneficial!

Bugal, standing in front of me, said that in a tone full of emotion.

“…Are you saying that, Vigal?”

The practice of concrete images combined with mana-like madness has now reached the stage of summoning illusions. No. It was possible before. Anyway, with these things, we achieved explosive growth, so it was a side effect that we had to experience.

However, I used this side effect as a driving force for my growth.

“So I’ll face it properly.”

Raise the gripped sword.

“I will fully face my changed sword.”

Even if my sword is degenerated.
It is only the sword that has changed, not me.

“Reveal yourself, Andromalius. I know you are bound within it.”

Andromalius is. Okay. In other words, it was the soul that was embedded in the slot of the bugal. As I truly communed with the sword I held, I let go of my will.

ㅡuch… Big…!

Then from the sword.

No.

I hear the voice of the great devil in my head.

—-Where the hell is this place…! I, Andromalius, in the darkness where even movement is impossible! I wonder where this is, I also question the situation I find myself in, and I want to know what the last voice is in my head!!!

What was heard was Andromalius’ voice, not Vigal’s. As I completely let go of my lingering feelings, I thought about how to cook this bastard.

But at that moment.

ㅡ go.
ㅡGo, friend.
ㅡI’m going

Behind me was Bugal.

“You…!”

Bugal’s palm his overlaps the back of my hand. Bugal, standing behind me, was holding the sword with me…! You bastard! You keep people moving until the very end!

—-Just like it did to me. Subdue him and make him wholly yours. Even the ominous blade possessed by the great devil is made into a sword of righteous fusion Confucianism. That’s your fusion Confucianism, right?

Alas, sure.

“Yes. By the way.”

A smile hangs on your lips.

“That’s true, Vigal. That’s fusion Confucianism. Now you know it very well.”

—-That’s because it’s a true swordsman…

ㅡSarrreuk…

The image of Vigal, who left the last words, disappears. The powdered and scattered hand disappears, and with that, it completely disappears.

—-But Vigal didn’t disappear.

Forever and ever live in my heart

“Good night…!”

As my will became stronger, I gripped the sword strongly and let my will flow. Whatever it is, it’s a knife I’ll use in the future. If so, you should definitely tame it. A sword with the soul of the great devil would be just as useful.

I will use this power to benefit the world.

“Andromalius!!! You were defeated by me and imprisoned in the sword!! That is why you are imprisoned there! From now on I am your master!!!”

Let’s shout

ㅡMemories…! My memory is unclear! Is that true! Fragments of soaring memories! I remembered! What is the identity of those tombstones and heretics! Why did the gate open!

ㅡ Burrrrrr!!!

Magic sword… No.

The name of this sword is Bugal. Can never be changed Bugal’s whole body vibrated as he burst into intense doubt. It is strange that he is still obsessed with the question he had just before his death. Of course, if that’s the case, it’s no big deal. Andromalius has already died by my hand. Therefore, those fragments cannot do anything to me.

“Conflict!!!!!”

I immediately decided to clear up the question by scolding him.

“The pagans were lich worshipers, and the gate was opened by the lich to take the soul of the Prime Evil. You stumbled upon it and came to this land and died. That was all the lich’s conspiracy, Andromalius!!”

How will the guy react to this?

ㅡ…!
ㅡ…!
ㅡ…!

Violent surprise is transmitted through his fingertips. What I felt at the same time was a kind of cool sensation. Are you satisfied with the solution to your question now?

ㅡWoe!

I could feel that the energy of the sword was further strengthened… What? Why? Why did the power suddenly increase? Could it be that every time you solve his question, the sealed power is released?

—-Questions… The questions have been resolved… But there are still a few questions…

Feeling such a surprise, he said. Well, there is nothing to be satisfied with if this bastard told me a few of them. Would like to know more This kid is such a kid.

—-But… I’m satisfied… I thought there was a reason for that.
ㅡAh…
—-‘S… Consciousness… Is scattered…
ㅡWhere am I…

With those words, Vigal’s vibration disappeared.

ㅡ…

I feel that he is losing consciousness. He probably couldn’t keep conscious all the time. It was as if he was sealed by the sword, so he must have fallen asleep. Hey, you’re a comfortable bastard.

“Hmm.”

Even so, Bugal’s power was beyond imagination.

“Chief swordsman.”

ㅡFurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

A sword flame that burns more intensely than before.
Efficiency itself has changed.

The power of the great devil is contained in the bugal. Literally, the equipment was strengthened. If you had a knife like this, you would be able to slash all the fuckers out even if some fucking idiots came in.

“Today’s achievement ends here.”

That’s it for today.

It was a time when I realized and felt many things. Let’s continue to devote ourselves to mental training every morning like this. Because it is very important to have a spiritual connection with the sword.

“Oh.”

I immediately turned around and went up to the first floor. Now, for the rest of the time, you can eat lunch, train your body and hone your fighting skills, and write a report.

I’ll have to show you the knife in the evening.

*           *

Training time in the afternoon after lunch.

“But you.”

Karin, standing in front of me, said while tilting her head with her arms crossed.

“How strong have you become?”
“How strong have you become?”
“Uh.”

A question of strength.

“Yes. I felt it this time, but I don’t know how strong it has become. I just flew around against the Great Devil… I almost won one-on-one.”
“I did.”

I caught him almost one-on-one and killed him.

Certainly, I was strong enough to defeat the Great Demon and Dai Dai. But to what extent can you specifically say that?

Doubts arise.

In the meantime, I’ve achieved dazzling growth while smothering the crazy strong enemies one after another, but it’s a little frustrating because it’s not something that can be quantified.

“I got a lot stronger by catching and killing these monsters, but I don’t know.”
“Well, we’ve been killing all kinds of monsters.”

Karin nodded her head.

“It’s a little embarrassing to say this, but my sister also had her owns her by cutting down monsters. Catching and killing them was a completely different experience.”
“I was there too. It was a fruitful day.”
“Anyway, that’s what I’m talking about, let’s find out. You shouldn’t have to figure out exactly what level you are now.”

ㅡSureung.

She drew her sword

“How do you know?”
“Is there any other way than to find out with your body?”