Weapon-Eating Bastard [EN]: Chapter 295

Weapon-Devouring Heir – Chapter 295

Behemoth’s two apostles watched the slowly retreating Kabbalah… the group of heretics.

Foolish and ignorant.

The foolish servants of a blind old man who mistakenly believe they have attained all the wisdom of the world.

From the start, there was no way those who followed a false truth could triumph over them.

“To seek to transcend humanity, yet ultimately create a human body. How laughable.”

The First Apostle said.

Why can’t humans see what’s right in front of them?

Do they truly believe that the current human form is correct?

“Humans are flawed from birth.”

Trapped in the fictitious swamp of reason, they ignore instinct and the unconscious, even regarding them as sins.

But does that mean beings who move solely according to instinct are superior?

Absolutely not.

In the first place, instinct and the unconscious are not things that can be recognized.

The moment you recognize it, it can no longer be called unconscious.

Those who act according to instinct are merely beasts.

“Everyone wears a mask.”

That mask is called reason.

People never express their true feelings with their bare faces.

They hide the beast-like true nature within with a mask. They deceive others, and eventually deceive themselves.

That’s how the world is maintained.

Is that truly… the true form?

People reveal their true selves only when they take off that mask.

However, those who take off that mask invariably perish.

Not by others, but by themselves.

Humans, who have lived deceiving themselves, cannot withstand their bare faces.

“So, we gave them a new mask.”

The mask of a monster.

A being that will drag them into the world of true unconsciousness.

The primordial beast. Becoming part of that great providence [divine will or guidance].

Thereby, humanity will become a true single life….

Crack!

The Second Apostle walked towards the undead being subdued by the monsters.

“Le, eave… me….”

The undead, uttering clumsy words, resisted by bursting with aura, but the Second Apostle nonchalantly pierced through the aura and grabbed the undead’s face.

“I will remove your mask… true freedom… true truth….”

How pitiful and foolish humans are.

By removing their masks and giving them new ones, they will know their true selves….

“Kheu, rrr….”

The black energy spewing from the apostle’s hand touched the undead’s face.

Twitch!

The undead’s face began to distort.

Soon, a new mask was placed over his face.

The face of a demon that might be adorned on the walls of an old castle.

A high-ranking monster, a gargoyle.

The apostle nodded.

“Fitting. Become a guardian to spread the truth far and wide.”

The apostle slowly stood up.

The Kabbalah guys must have seen their power.

There was nothing more to stop them.

The Nine Dragons, the Dawn Society, and even the seemingly broken Church would not be able to stop them.

Now, in earnest, for the great work….

Thud!

The apostle’s eyes turned to the back.

The First Apostle, who had come down next to him, also slowly turned his head to look behind.

The energy that had filled the forest had changed.

A dense energy that would cover the traces of black energy left by Michael.

And magic power as vast as that energy spread out.

‘Did that foolish one prepare magic?’

Ranged attacks are the exclusive domain of wizards.

There is a possibility.

But.

‘No, it’s not him.’

A terribly full fighting spirit, a vast amount of magic power that transcends the limits of humanity.

Under the sky, on the earth, all the magic power in the world was beginning to be controlled by someone’s will.

It was too vast and powerful to be the achievement of that infidel.

“Kheu, keuaaaaaak!”

At that moment, the undead, who had clearly been masked, rushed at the Second Apostle.

The Second Apostle’s eyes widened slightly.

Once the mask is put on, it’s over. There should be nothing after that.

But the fact that he was rushing meant that some kind of work had already been done before.

“Filthy infidel.”

Michael Garell. The foolish guy who doesn’t even know he’s been brainwashed set a trap.

To see if his creation can resist Behemoth’s technology.

Crack! Kwang!

In an instant, the apostle’s arm was covered with scales and grotesquely swollen, then slammed the undead away.

The undead exploded in mid-air and turned into blood.

“Second Apostle. Go and check. Something is wrong.”

“Understood.”

At the First Apostle’s words, the Second Apostle kicked off the ground and jumped up.

No, it was the moment he was about to jump up.

Since when was he there?

A man was leisurely looking at them.

Who is he, why, when, here?

Such questions flashed through their minds.

They hadn’t noticed the man’s energy because of the terribly intense fighting spirit and magic power that filled the air.

‘Those eyes and hair color….’

The Second Apostle looked at the man’s appearance and grasped his identity.

“The cursed bloodline… Lee Cheol?”

It wasn’t a question for confirmation.

You can tell just by looking.

The countless weapons that began to slowly float in the air.

The disgusting power of the Choi family, and even the body inheriting the blood of God.

The most important key to the great work, and the sin that deserves to be killed more than anyone else under this sky, it was definitely Lee Cheol of Soongmoo.

“Let me ask you just one thing. You guys seem to be able to communicate. Is there anyone higher than you two in Behemoth?”

Lee Cheol asked as he slowly walked over.

It was as if he had come out for a walk.

It was a leisurely pace that even made the people watching relax.

“We have neither above nor below. There are only practitioners who pursue the truth for the sleeping god….”

“You’re just saying there isn’t in a roundabout way.”

A short conversation.

Swish, Lee Cheol loosened his shoulders and raised his arm.

The blades of the countless weapons floating in the air all pointed forward at once.

“Then that’s enough. Now die.”

Blink.

The apostle briefly closed and opened his eyes due to natural bodily activity.

In that fleeting moment, Lee Cheol, who was far away, was already right in front of him.

Swaaaaaaak!

And the black ax held in his hand fell towards the apostle’s head, and the flashing blades fell to the ground.

* * *

I am strong.

I had never really been aware of that fact.

Because every time I jumped over a step, I looked to a higher level, and when I reached that high level, I searched for a new task again.

Therefore, there was no big difference in mindset between now, when I reached the Mind Sword, and when I was a child who had just learned magic.

But there is an undeniable fact.

I am strong.

Much more than the people of this world think.

Enough to defeat those kinds of 잡것들 [japgeotdeul – Korean slang for insignificant things/people].

Kwaaaaaang!

It was like a meteor shower.

Due to the magic power that dominated the space, even the movements of Behemoth’s forces were not easy, and on top of those clumsy movements, a storm of countless weapons poured down.

It was the operation of Cheonra [a technique involving the manipulation of numerous weapons].

However, it is emitting a much stronger momentum than the previous Cheonra.

Because the subject supplying the magic power is not me.

It’s Gyeongcheon.

Gyeongcheon, floating in the back, was seizing and controlling all the magic power in the space, and supplying it to Cheonra as it was.

All I have to do is control it.

Naturally, the completeness and power of Cheonra were overwhelmingly increased.

Kkwaaaaaang!

The Second Apostle’s body scraped back on the ground with a chaak sound due to the explosion.

He was still expressionless, but he immediately floated his body back to create distance.

At that time, the Second Apostle felt one arm, which he had raised for defense, fall off with a thud.

I didn’t chase him. Instead, I stretched my hand into the air and grabbed a bow.

A sacred-grade relic, the Sailyoong.

That weapon with the myth of shooting down the sun.

The moment it was held in my hand, vast magic power dwelled in the bowstring where there was nothing, and I plucked the string as it was.

“……!”

The Second Apostle widened his eyes.

The moment Lee Cheol plucked the string, the front was dyed black with darkness.

It didn’t take long to realize that it wasn’t darkness, but an aura that was too vast and extensive.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

The Second Apostle’s knees buckled and he collapsed.

The left half of his body was cut off in a circle.

Only two legs, one arm, neck, and head were alive.

“Kkeueueueuk! This cursed existence……!”

But soon, bubbles bubbled up from the cross-section of the Second Apostle’s body, and soon it returned to its original state.

Of course, I had no intention of waiting for that.

Teong!

The moment I kicked off the ground, I had reached in front of him.

I raised my sword upwards as it was.

Blazing flames burst out, and the Second Apostle’s body bounced upwards.

At that moment, several weapons waiting in the sky were launched as they were.

They contain the power of air, poison, and oil.

The power of the surging flames was further amplified and engulfed the Second Apostle.

“Keueo, eo, eo……!”

The Second Apostle was embedded in the ground as soon as he bounced into the sky.

That wasn’t the end.

I swiped my outstretched hand from top to bottom.

Kwang! Kwagagagagang!

All sorts of weapons poured down like a carpet bombing on top of the Second Apostle who had fallen to the ground.

The ground cracked, and the air screamed.

But in an instant, the Second Apostle jumped out from the fleeting gap where black energy was condensing.

Chwaaaaaak!

An outstretched hand.

The Second Apostle’s hand had already reached right in front of his torso, as if folding space.

That hand had become as large as that of a beast, not a human, and even long fingernails had grown.

Those fingernails scratched my torso.

Kagagagak!

No, it should be said that he stopped it right in front of his torso.

I took out the prepared equipment and defended in advance.

The black energy that was unfolded while wrapping around the right hand took the form of a circular shield.

The masterpiece-level shield that I took out after a long time, Anquille.

Was it because his confident blow was blocked?

Even on that inhuman face, there was a hint of bewilderment.

“No?”

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice that either?”

Kkwang!

I slammed the Second Apostle’s body, which was engulfed in flames, as it was.

It’s a natural story, but the flames I caused didn’t harm me, and the Second Apostle’s body, which was hit by the shield, tilted.

“Dirty one! The power of that person is like this……!”

The Second Apostle burst into anger and opened his mouth wide.

The small human mouth stretched out sideways like that of a crocodile and became huge.

From inside that enlarged mouth, an ominous energy poured out.

The exclusive property of the Dragon race, Breath.

It wasn’t a simple breath made of magic power.

It was 폭사 [poksa – Korean term for a violent explosion/attack] with that dark and ominous energy that was present when I fought Michael.

I let out a sneer and snatched a spear from the air.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

The breath was fired at me.

I didn’t back down, but firmly supported my body with my hind feet, and held out the spear.

A celestial-grade relic, Baekgyeong.

On top of the power of this spear that collapses the axis of the earth, black energy dwelled.

Crack!

As if to swallow that dark energy.

The breath did not split or explode to the side, but crumbled as it was and scattered into dust in the air.

My black energy is different from other black energy.

Inside this, there is the power of the Choi family that was passed down from my mother to Chief Butler Choi, and finally to me.

“Cursed…… damn…… you foolish one who can’t even accept the truth…….”

“I will, make you, regret, coming here!”

“I will, obtain, you, and achieve, the great work!”

Broken shouts.

The bodies of the First and Second Apostles, who approached from behind, began to twist grotesquely.

Wings covered with 피막 [pimak – Korean term for a membrane or fleshy film] popped out from the shoulder blades on their backs with a cracking sound, and their arms and legs were covered with scales like steel.

The torso, neck, and face were covered with a stone-like material, long buck teeth like ivory protruded from their mouths, and black horns sprouted from their heads.

‘Disgusting things.’

I looked at it and let out a hollow laugh.

Devilkin wings, dragon scales, troll buck teeth… the characteristics of countless monsters were mixed together to the point where it was difficult to point them out one by one.

It was a disgusting sight, but it wasn’t funny.

Indeed, as much as they were called the 1st and 2nd Apostles, their power was beyond normal.

‘It’s not some kind of final evolution. Looking at the situation so far, they can just transform their bodies from time to time. You have to see it as being able to use all the properties of magic power, the abilities of monsters, and characteristics.’

My magic eye saw through the essence of that power as soon as I saw the opponent.

It was a form that could have the optimal appearance for the situation at any time.

But what to do.

“The preparation is already complete.”

In an instant, the world was submerged in black light.

The grotesquely twisted eyes of the two apostles looked at the sky.

They soon realized the identity of the light.

One spear that is bursting with light so bright that it is eclipsing the sun that is slowly rising above the sky.

Gyeongcheon was thrown.