The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 117

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – Episode 117

Thomas de Torquemada (6)

Engraved in Yoo Seong-woo’s soul, the Sword Souls totaled seven.

Of these, he could currently draw four.

Ilsaeng (一生). [One Life]

Igye (二界). [Two Worlds]

Samjeong (三精). [Three Essences]

And Heuksa (黑四). [Black Four]

The first three he had drawn and used countless times to defeat enemies.

But the last one, Heuksa, was a sword he had never drawn, nor wanted to.

‘The slow recovery of the other swords is probably because this bastard eats too much…’

A greedy sword.

Among Yoo Seong-woo’s swords, it was the greediest and could be considered a ‘demon sword.’

Even Yoo Seong-woo had to steel himself to wield this sword.

But now, he had good materials, and the situation was perfectly set up.

It was the perfect situation to use Heuksa, so he approached the large nail, avoiding Thomas’s gaze.

‘It’s even more incredible up close.’

How long had it taken to create this with such care?

Yoo Seong-woo placed his hand on the nail and felt the emotions flowing into him.

Murderous intent, hatred, negative emotions.

The great nail, condensed with the murderous intent of the witches who had been oppressed for so long, was, as Jeanne had said, a myth-class artifact.

The nail that kills gods was not a lie.

“This is amazing.”

Yoo Seong-woo muttered softly and took a deep breath, summoning Heuksa.

“Come to me, Heuksa.”

Heuksa’s other name was Heuksa (黑死): Black Death.

Black mist, as if embodying death, gathered in his hand and took the form of a jet-black sword.

The sword, which did not reflect even light and was forged from what looked like obsidian, revealed itself, emitting a black aura.

Just gripping the hilt sucked in a massive amount of energy.

He controlled it now, but it would try to devour him if he showed any weakness.

“Stay still, you little bastard. I’ll feed you something good soon.”

Yoo Seong-woo punched Heuksa’s blade and looked up at the nail.

Heuksa’s source of power was ‘negativity.’

A demon sword forged from negative emotions, negative energy, and all sorts of negative things was Heuksa.

That was why Heuksa was the worst demon sword, but also the strongest.

The other world Yoo Seong-woo had been in was overflowing with negativity everywhere he went.

“Now, eat, Heuksa. It’s been a long time since you’ve had a feast.”

Yoo Seong-woo muttered and plunged the sword straight into the nail.

Heuksa wailed and began to eagerly devour the nail’s energy.

“Kugh!”

Yoo Seong-woo raised his aura to control Heuksa, who was growing stronger as it absorbed the nail’s power.

He frowned, waiting for Heuksa to devour all of the nail’s power.

It knew no restraint.

Heuksa devoured all the power of the nail, which possessed a power greater than itself.

A person would get sick from eating like this, but Heuksa was a demon sword, so it didn’t get sick even after eating like this.

The nail turned to ash and disappeared with the wind, leaving behind only Heuksa, which began to emit an even more gloomy aura.

“Are you full now?”

Yoo Seong-woo once again punched Heuksa with his aura-covered fist.

This guy only listens when you beat him periodically.

Periodically, he had to remind it that he was the master, or it would lose its mind.

“I fed you a lot, so you have to earn your keep. The target is that guy.”

Yoo Seong-woo said, pointing the tip of his sword at Thomas.

Having lost the nail, Thomas was definitely drawing attention, and he was flying towards them at high speed, scattering light.

Heuksa cried out.

The divinity emanating from Thomas stimulated the inherently ominous demon sword.

Heuksa seemed desperate to cut him down, so Yoo Seong-woo accepted the power flowing from Heuksa and closed his eyes, then opened them.

“…Haa, this feels really disgusting.”

His eyes were dyed black.

The whites were black, and the slightly reddish pupils turned yellow and split vertically.

Scales appeared all over his body, and the aura he had been exuding until now became more ferocious and evil.

Yoo Seong-woo jumped lightly.

With a speed different from before, almost flying, he leaped up and swung Heuksa upwards as if scooping it up.

Thomas, as before, was about to offer his body, but he deployed a barrier of divinity at the ominous feeling.

Clang—!!

A loud noise echoed from the barrier that collided with Heuksa.

Yoo Seong-woo swung his sword in succession.

It was now a speed that was physically invisible.

It looked like he had swung it once to Thomas, but Yoo Seong-woo’s Heuksa struck the barrier hundreds of times.

Soon, cracks appeared in the divine barrier, and it shattered and scattered.

“The heretic is now wielding unholy power! You will be destroyed by that power!”

“More than that, I hate dying here by your hand.”

Whether he was destroyed or not was his own business.

Yoo Seong-woo leaped into the air.

In a place with no floor, he accelerated, defying the laws of physics, and extended his sword towards Thomas.

Dozens of sword paths split before his eyes.

A sword strike made up of only truth, without any illusions.

Thomas deployed barriers in all directions against the dizzying attack.

But it collided with the sword and shattered once again.

“That’s not enough!”

Yoo Seong-woo shouted sharply and swung his sword again.

The sword paths continued to divide.

From one to a hundred, from a hundred to a thousand.

The scenery reflected in Thomas’s eyes was a hell filled with black swords.

The Sword Forest Hell had arrived.

Thomas’s barrier could not block all the swords wielded by Yoo Seong-woo.

The barrier unfolded in the terrifying Sword Forest Hell could not maintain its form for even a second.

“Not enough, I said!”

Yoo Seong-woo continued to clash his sword like a man starving for a fight.

He pressured Thomas, rebuilding the shattered barrier and breaking it again.

Thomas, flustered by the sudden change in combat style, created light swords in all directions and tried to stab Yoo Seong-woo.

However, the number of light swords could not exceed the number of swords wielded by Yoo Seong-woo.

“Entertain me more, entertain me more! You goddamn divine lump!”

“You’ve completely gone mad! I will definitely kill you!”

“I was always crazy!”

Yoo Seong-woo’s voice echoed loudly, and his sword emitted black light in all directions.

The black light, in contrast to Thomas’s golden light, collided with the golden light and sparked in succession.

“Is that all you can do! You’re an Inquisitor, an Inquisitor, you bastard! Interrogate me!”

Yoo Seong-woo’s extended sword cut Thomas’s skin.

The negative energy emitted from Heuksa prevented Thomas’s regeneration.

The concept of ‘death’ that had been erased from Thomas was once again engraved on his body by Yoo Seong-woo.

As befitting the name Heuksa (黑死), black death was cast upon Thomas.

“I will let you taste the power of the true God! Something humans cannot touch!”

Thomas gritted his teeth, spread his hands, and emitted divinity.

As if in response, lightning began to strike from the sky.

The golden lightning was truly divine punishment.

Several bolts of lightning struck Yoo Seong-woo.

“Die! Die! Die!”

Lightning continued to fall.

The world flickered in succession, as if the end of the world was approaching.

But Yoo Seong-woo slowly walked through the air towards Thomas, even in the barrage of lightning.

In the flickering world, he was still black.

“It stings, it stings a lot…….”

Reinforcement through Heuksa.

The impurity imbued in Heuksa negates all things.

That was the essence of Heuksa.

No matter how divine it was, it could not escape the principles set by Heuksa.

Yoo Seong-woo walked leisurely out of the falling lightning and swung his sword greatly.

As Heuksa drew a black line in the air, all the lightning was cut in half.

“You fool who claims to be a god, you are just being played with.”

“I don’t care!”

As Yoo Seong-woo gradually approached, Thomas pulled out golden chains from all directions and bound him.

And he created a large sword of light and struck it down from above.

The sword of light that cut through the sky fell towards Yoo Seong-woo.

It was too large to be called a sword.

“Even if you try to wield a giant sword, you need skill. What’s the use of just swinging it mindlessly…….”

Of course, just being huge is a violent weapon, but if it’s just a simple swing without skill…….

Thud.

Yoo Seong-woo’s Heuksa had already soared into the air.

The chains that had been binding him were all dismantled, and only Yoo Seong-woo’s Heuksa stood tall, receiving the falling sword of light.

Just by slightly twisting its trajectory with the tip of the sword, the sword of light was deflected and fell to the ground.

As the sword of light fell beside him, Yoo Seong-woo raised the corner of his mouth, then returned to a blank expression.

“It’s not fun anymore. It would have been more fun if the guy behind you had come out… but it seems like the cowardly bastard isn’t thinking of coming out.”

Yoo Seong-woo muttered and narrowed the distance.

As if he had teleported, he arrived in front of Thomas in an instant, even though the distance was quite far.

Following that, the black sword dug into his heart and began to dismantle him piece by piece from the inside.

Death covered Thomas.

He was torn apart from the heart, and in the end, his entire body was torn apart and tainted black by negativity.

The divinity that had been dwelling in Thomas was sucked into Yoo Seong-woo as it was.

“Haa…….”

Yoo Seong-woo controlled the divinity being absorbed into him so that it would not be eaten by Heuksa.

‘Originally, this divinity would return to him as soon as Thomas died.’

But Yoo Seong-woo was able to absorb the divinity of the enemy he had personally cut down.

He didn’t know why this was yet… but at least it would have had an impact on the guy who gave Thomas the divinity.

‘Someday I’ll have to meet him in person and cut off his head.’

Yoo Seong-woo punched Heuksa again, who wanted to run wild again.

With a thud, the true Heuksa wailed.

Yoo Seong-woo sent Heuksa back and lay down on the floor.

Heuksa’s side effects came rushing in.

Because he had contained the negativity in his body, the energy that he had not fully consumed tried to erode his mind.

He closed his eyes.

The best thing to do in times like this was to take a nap and wake up.

Even if he had nightmares, there would be no crazy things happening in reality.

* * *

“What in the world is going on…….”

As the Vatican became quiet, Jeanne and the witches re-entered the Vatican.

The state of the Vatican could only be described as miserable.

There was no place that wasn’t broken, and people were sprawled out everywhere.

The people seemed to have barely survived, dried up and barely breathing.

Jeanne passed them by and looked for Yoo Seong-woo.

If he had defeated Thomas, he would have contacted her, but she was worried that she hadn’t heard from him.

“Ah…….”

And Jeanne found Yoo Seong-woo at the spot where the Vatican’s nail had been embedded.

He was lying as if dead in the middle of a large pit where he would have hit his head nineteen times if he had missed his footing.

Jeanne approached him and checked his condition.

He wasn’t dead, just asleep.

Jeanne sighed in relief and reached out to take him away.

And Yoo Seong-woo grabbed her wrist.

“Kyaak?!”

And then she heard a voice different from Yoo Seong-woo’s usual voice.

“Who dares to touch my body?”