The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 217

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – 221

Guild Workshop (3)

Yoo Seong-woo rarely forgot the faces of opponents he had fought against for a considerable time.

The one sitting on the bone throne was undoubtedly the Elder Lich, Azahaim, whom he had fought in the 3rd-tier Abyss, 불야성(Bul-ya-seong) [Bul-ya-seong, translated as ‘The City That Never Sleeps,’ is a dangerous and chaotic area in the Abyss], in the past.

“The last king of a fallen nation has been resurrected. You must be behind this, aren’t you? You shady bastard.”

Yoo Seong-woo pointed at the robed figure with the tip of his sword.

He didn’t know the exact identity, but considering Dantalian’s knowledge, it was highly likely to be a member of the Ascension Church.

Azaha glared at him and said,

“Do you… know me?”

“Of course, I do. Aren’t you the clueless king of a fallen nation who turned even his corps commanders into undead and used them?”

“I’ll kill you!”

‘For an undead, he gets agitated faster than a living person.’

Yoo Seong-woo realized that Azaha didn’t remember him and roughly guessed what was going on.

The shady guy must have brought some relic or concept related to Azaha from the outside.

That was overlaid onto the Abyss, transforming it into Azaha’s world.

“I’ll bury you in this underground too!”

Azaha shouted and unleashed his magic power.

Yoo Seong-woo frowned at the magic power, which was more powerful than when he had faced Azaha in the past.

“Arise, my soldiers!”

With Azaha’s cry, undead surged from the ground.

Not the shabby skeleton soldiers he had encountered on the way here, but mostly Death Knights equipped with proper armor.

The Death Knights, emitting an ominous aura, surrounded Yoo Seong-woo with swords and shields.

Yoo Seong-woo, with 일생(Il-saeng) [Il-saeng, meaning ‘Lifelong,’ is the name of Yoo Seong-woo’s sword] slung over his shoulder, looked around at them once and said,

“Fifteen of them…….”

Was he underestimating him too much? Did he think he could be defeated with just this number? Azaha remained seated arrogantly on his throne, not even bothering to get up.

Yoo Seong-woo chuckled and took a stance. Just as the Azaha of the past was different from the Azaha of now.

Yoo Seong-woo had also changed from the past.

A lot.

Flower Petal Scattering

The moment he kicked off the ground, his figure vanished.

And where he reappeared was beyond the Death Knights, who were beginning to crumble, in front of Azaha’s throne.

The moment Azaha’s eyes met Yoo Seong-woo’s, he erected a wall of bones to block him, but the swung 일생(Il-saeng) pierced through the bone wall and came closer.

“It’s been a while, so I should say hello. Don’t you think?”

Even if it was a physical greeting.

Yoo Seong-woo’s 일생(Il-saeng) battered Azaha. He managed to block it by quickly shielding his body, but he couldn’t completely dissipate the impact.

Azaha, sent flying from the throne, crashed into the wall.

Yoo Seong-woo didn’t stop there and reached out to grab the shady guy standing next to him.

“……!”

Seeing the hand reaching for him, the shady guy quickly retreated and fired magic.

A bullet made of black energy approached him, but the hastily created magic couldn’t stop Yoo Seong-woo.

Rather, the short gap he forcibly created by firing magic became a weakness.

In that moment, Yoo Seong-woo swung 일생(Il-saeng), split the bullet, and managed to grab the guy by the collar.

“Let’s see your face.”

He grabbed the collar and slammed him to the ground.

The robe he was wearing on his head came off as he crashed to the floor.

The face revealed from under the robe was not human.

An Orc with slightly reddish skin and various tattoos on his face.

He did seem to have a remarkable presence from afar…….

“It’s an Orc shaman.”

Yoo Seong-woo raised 일생(Il-saeng) to kill him immediately, but Azaha fired magic wildly from afar.

Unable to stab the Orc’s neck, Yoo Seong-woo reluctantly stepped back and clicked his tongue.

“You damn scoundrel!”

Azaha stretched out both hands forward and unleashed his magic.

Dozens of spells poured out towards him. Most of them were types of magic that intercepted from a distance.

“You’re being annoying.”

At the same time, undead began to surge from the ground again.

An even greater number of Death Knights appeared than before, with Banshees among them.

Was his intention to tie him down with magic and Banshees, and then finish him off with Death Knights?

Prioritizing in his head, Yoo Seong-woo kicked off the ground.

There might have been a way to go around, but he chose to break through head-on.

“Hoo!”

He inhaled and took off from the ground, charging forward.

He shattered the magic with one strike and cleaved the Death Knights with another.

He ignored the Banshees.

No matter how much they screamed, they couldn’t shake Yoo Seong-woo’s strong spirit.

Yoo Seong-woo, who had broken through Azaha’s tactics and reached him again, raised the corner of his lips.

As if to say that was all he had, filled with mockery.

일생(Il-saeng) pierced through Azaha’s shoulder and pinned him to the wall.

“I think you were stronger before. Did you have a strong motive back then?”

“…What nonsense!”

Azaha exploded with magic power from his body. It was an enormous density that would have crushed anyone other than Yoo Seong-woo with just the magic power alone.

Yoo Seong-woo withstood it head-on without being pushed back.

“You’re definitely weaker. You lack will.”

Or perhaps, he had become too strong compared to back then.

Demi-god, Elder Lich Azaha gritted his teeth and reached out as Yoo Seong-woo continued to spout incomprehensible words.

A wave of magic erupted from his hand, pushing Yoo Seong-woo away.

Yoo Seong-woo, who rolled several times on the ground, got up and laughed with his mouth wide open.

“The same being can have different strength and quality depending on the environment…….”

He learned some good information.

The Azaha he had faced in 불야성(Bul-ya-seong) in the past was based on a huge castle, accumulating magic power for a long time and nurturing his will.

But now, he had become the king of an artificially created, mismatched world, so even though his magic power output might be stronger than in the past, he didn’t feel any kind of obsession.

“Die! Yoo Seong-woo!”

A voice came from behind.

The Orc shaman, who had gotten up, made a hand seal with black energy in both hands.

[Black Lightning Circuit]

From the Orc shaman’s completed hand seal, viscous black lightning shot out towards Yoo Seong-woo.

At the same time, the formula constructed by Azaha unfolded in front, and a huge black tetrahedron trapped him.

Yoo Seong-woo returned 일생(Il-saeng) to its sheath and drew 흑사(Heuk-sa) [Heuk-sa, meaning ‘Black Death,’ is another sword wielded by Yoo Seong-woo] in response to the two’s combined attack.

And before the black lightning arrived, he plunged 흑사(Heuk-sa) into the ground and injected divine power.

Extreme Curse Zone

The land of curses unfolded greatly with 흑사(Heuk-sa), where denial was inevitable without permission.

The energies that soared from the black earth swallowed the black lightning and the tetrahedron, returning everything to nothing.

Yoo Seong-woo, who had shattered the two black magic spells, injected divine power into 흑사(Heuk-sa) and gifted the two standing on the ground with plenty of debuffs [Debuffs are negative status effects that weaken a character’s abilities].

“…Hoo.”

The debuffs of the Extreme Curse Zone were not negligible.

The stamina and magic power of his entire body were being 削(削) [削 (xuē) means ‘to weaken’ or ‘to diminish’ in this context] rapidly.

With a crushing sense of pressure, sensory disturbance, and even mental confusion.

A powerful curse that disrupted all five senses of a human.

Yoo Seong-woo approached the Orc shaman, who was trembling with his knees on the ground.

He thought he would be an executive-level member of the Ascension Church, considering he was capable enough to summon Azaha, but seeing him unable to easily escape the debuffs of the Extreme Curse Zone, that didn’t seem to be the case.

Yoo Seong-woo grabbed the guy by the collar, lifted him up, and made eye contact.

“Did you come from the Ascension Church? Last time it was a fox bastard who attacked, and now it’s an Orc bastard.”

“H, how can you be so strong… even though you don’t follow the teachings of Ascension…….”

“You’re talking nonsense. If people got stronger depending on what religion they believed in, everyone would be believing in religions that make them stronger.”

Having confirmed that he came from the Ascension Church, there was nothing more to see.

If he wasn’t strong enough to even deploy a unique world, he didn’t seem to be at the level of a bishop.

Just as he was about to kill the guy, the guy muttered something he couldn’t ignore.

“Y, you weren’t the target, so why did you suddenly interfere and obstruct the path of Ascension!”

“The children were the target, not me? This is even more vicious…….”

Saying that, Yoo Seong-woo turned his head. A black spear fired by Azaha grazed past him.

Turning his head to look, Azaha was slowly getting up, having adapted to the Extreme Curse Zone.

Seeing that, the Orc shaman shouted.

“Your Majesty! Remember! Shouldn’t we rebuild the country!”

Along with that, black energy flowed out of the Orc shaman and seeped into Azaha.

Then, Azaha grabbed his head as if he had a headache and staggered.

“Yes, we must… rebuild 엡실(Epsilon) [Epsilon is the name of Azaha’s fallen kingdom], my country…….”

“He imbued him with a concept? So this is how they control beings from other dimensions that they resurrected in this way.”

Yoo Seong-woo punched the Orc shaman in the abdomen.

Orcs were naturally born with strong physiques, but Yoo Seong-woo’s fist, imbued with Aura, pierced through them at once and delivered intense pain.

“Keuk……!”

As the Orc shaman rolled his eyes and fainted, Yoo Seong-woo put him down and looked at Azaha.

Azaha’s condition, who had absorbed the Orc shaman’s concept, was strange.

‘I think he used to maintain a human form with illusion magic.’

But now, he was wearing human skin.

Perhaps that was why Azaha’s entire body was bulging and swelling as if it was about to burst since the Orc shaman’s concept had seeped into him.

“I am the king of 엡실(Epsilon)…….”

Above the Extreme Curse Zone, Azaha stood on two feet again.

And along with that, the bulging skin burst open, and spider legs popped out.

The eight bushy spider legs that stretched out from behind became Azaha’s legs and began to move grotesquely.

“What is this…….”

Without thinking deeply, considering that the original boss was the Great Cave Spider, he could tell that it was caused by the concept being mixed up here and there.

He didn’t know if the result was a synergistic effect…….

At least, it was a setback for Yoo Seong-woo.

Taking advantage of the spider legs’ mobility, Azaha, who had approached in an instant, unleashed magic and swung his legs.

Yoo Seong-woo frowned and swung 일생(Il-saeng) to meet the speed that was unbelievable for a mage’s body.

Several spider legs were cut off and flew into the sky, but new legs immediately sprouted from the severed cross-section.

‘He gained speed and regeneration ability after transforming. Seeing that it regenerates even when cut with 일생(Il-saeng)… it seems closer to creation than regeneration.’

The eight spider legs moved dazzlingly.

As if containing some kind of mystery, they aimed only for his vitals, and Azaha fired a barrage of magic to tie his feet.

Moreover, he was moving as if he wasn’t being resisted even though he had deployed the Extreme Curse Zone, so it wasn’t easy.

‘But even so.’

It wasn’t like he couldn’t keep up.

Rather, from now on, he would have to make him follow him.

Yoo Seong-woo returned 일생(Il-saeng) to its sheath and drew 이계(I-gye) [I-gye, meaning ‘Different World,’ is another sword in Yoo Seong-woo’s arsenal].

At that moment, invisible blades raged, cutting off all of Azaha’s spider legs, and even his arms and legs.

A moment of doubt flickered across his face, and conversely, Yoo Seong-woo wore a smile.

“Damn undead bastard, I’ll cut you down again. This time, I’ll thoroughly chop you up so you can’t even resurrect!”

That’s the swordsman’s etiquette.