Sword Pilgrim 143
Sword Pilgrim chapter 143

“Corruption? Me?”
That’s bullshit.
The wisdom of the devil.
A sophistry of vile malice.
I cannot admit it.
I should not have admitted it.
How could I have fallen…
The monster in front of me and I are the same?
It was a joke.
“Bullshit.
“Everyone is fallen. Even your humans. Those lone dragons. And Shinto.]
Everyone is fallible.
Corruption is equal.
It is done by one’s own will.
Or by the interference of others.
[What do you people who wanted to end the war want?] What did you, who wished for peace, cry out for?”]
“…….”
The war eventually came to an end.
The end of a war that had piled up many dragons, devils, and human corpses.
It was not a victory for anyone.
No one lost.
All that was left was countless death and destruction.
In between, Titeo cried out.
Revenge!
To the dragon and devil who started this war.
To them who tormented us.
Cold and hot revenge!
“‘I stood up to end the war, but now you are trying to start one, aren’t you?’]
If that’s not …
If that’s not depravity, what is?”]
Titheo’s breath stopped.
But the devil’s tongue was not done with that.
[And will they ever know? And do they not understand that even though I tried to protect you at the cost of my own life, you still wanted to die? It’s ironic, really.”]
“No, it’s not…”
Titeo shook his head.
But the devil opened his mouth quietly.
[ You were corrupted so quickly. You just haven’t realized it yet.
“No.”
[“You want to die, but you can’t?”] That’s just bullshit. Why not just take your own life? Because of some vulgar notion of humanity? To prove your worth? It’s a trait of yours. Trying to give meaning to death.
But ironically, it’s what keeps you alive. 
When the devil looked at him, Thyteo was no different.
“Your depravity makes those around you sick and deadly.” Ridiculously sad for you, isn’t it? This must be the total depravity, the scheming of their death!
Realize. Acknowledge. Acknowledge.
[Grieve, depravity.]
Titheo retreated.
The muscles in his face moved erratically.
They twitched as if in convulsions.
He couldn’t argue.
“Corruption.
Have I been corrupted already?
There was no trace of the noble spirit that had brought the war to an end.
All that remained for him was the comfort of death and the revenge of his comrades-in-arms.
But the gap that cannot be made up survives his life and creates death on the periphery.
If this is not depravity, what is it?
Am I qualified to grieve their deaths?
Do I have the right to grieve their deaths?”
The hand that lifted the sword and shield gently lowered.
The hand holding the sword has no strength.
His mouth gradually opens.
A broken voice sounds like a moan from the open mouth.
A heave.
My knee sticks to the ground.
Tears run down my cheeks and dry.
Dried eyes bleed.
Tears of blood run down my cheeks.
“You have the right to grieve. Who would grieve the death of a comrade-in-arms of his own making if not you?”]
Kukukuk.
The malice hidden in the vile laughter secretly reflects on Titeo.
Grieve, corruption is not a sin. Even gods fall. And moreover, does not the fact that we are human make us fall? Corruption is equal to all things. Think carefully about what has corrupted you.]
What made you fall.
The reason for your corruption.
You’ve already been corrupted.]
His voice kept ringing in my ears. I wonder why.
Titeo couldn’t deny it.
He should have denied it.
He should have denied it, because not denying it would have been like proving that his comrade-in-arms had died for nothing.
But he couldn’t.
He could not.
He couldn’t. He couldn’t. He couldn’t let them die for what they had done.
Titeo had made them no better than dogs.
“Ahhhh…”
The guilt that surged through him.
Contempt and disgust for himself
For some reason, this led him to the open earth and clear sky.
“Why are you putting me through this ordeal? What is so wrong with me? Why! Why!!! To me…!”
I was only fighting.
Just to save people.
Even a little. To keep as many people alive as possible.
That’s why I raised my sword.
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So I stepped forward with my comrades-in-arms.
But since when.
My step was for death.
“For my own black satisfaction.”
I recognize that I am wrong.
But I didn’t want to admit it.
“I had to deny it.
“Even if it was true.”
Titheo wept and grabbed his sword.
He quickly tied the straps of his shield tightly around his cut wrist.
I reminded him.
I didn’t want their deaths to be in vain.
This was an atonement, a desperate resolve.
Whether the dragon trampled them or the devil taunted them, I would die with honor.
I would find my own honor to make my comrades’ deaths worthwhile.
“I will end this war.”
He is fallen, but honorable…”
He understood the value of life .
His resolve reached the heavens and he grew and made a name for himself even after several years of war.
A knight who transcended the human race, killed the Dragon, destroyed the Devil, knew right from wrong, avenged his comrades in arms and found his own worth.
He was Titheo.
He was an engineer and someone’s hero at the same time.
* * * *
kuuuuuuuuuu.
Callius woke up to a door opening in front of him.
It was a door to the fourth floor. He didn’t think much about what he had just seen.
He quickly went downstairs.
Fourth floor
It was a carved gate with the devil’s cruelty expressed as the third floor.
He quickly opened the door.
“I knew it.”
As soon as he opened the door, Ginandevil’s spirit flooded out.
The demonic energy flooded in like a high tide.
The fourth floor was the same as before.
There were Death Knights.
Five in all.
And what appeared to be the Demon Clan, about ten of them, were standing.
What did you take the sword for?”]
For what purpose do you proceed.
What does corruption mean to you?”]
The Demon Clan questioned.
They were Demon Clans with gray skin and black-red eyes.
Their questions shook the very foundations of humanity, shaking it to its core.
Are you already fallen?”]
[You are no different from us.]]
“A fallen sword.”]
It wasn’t just saying it. It was a voice with meaningful MANA in it.
Spiritual fraud.
It was a corrupted voice.
No matter how strong the knight who trained his body, he would be corrupted if he answered their words even once.
He would lose his sword.
Your goals will shake, your resolve will crumble, you will lose your direction, and you will wander endlessly.
But…”
[Resist mental attack]]
Callius had no particular utility.
Even as the [Demon Clan] spat out one word at a time, Callius stumbled forward on his feet.
The Demon Clan stood on either side of him, and the Death Knight stood in the center.
The one standing in the center leaned against the ground with his sword in his opposite hand, while the others held swords, shields, spears, etc.
The entire fourth floor was heavily affected by the force of their eruptions.
Death Knight’s red eyes looked down at Callius.
What black thing of yours dwells here?”]
The voice was small.
It was a voice buzzing in his head.
Unlike before, Callius could not sit still.
Unlike the people screaming beside him.
Because the voice that Death Knight spoke had a lot of heart.
It wasn’t a crude scam.
It was a question of an article.
“…….”
“What is it that resides in the sword?”
Callius could not answer that question.
It was also the reason for this itinerary from the beginning. What does the sword hold?
It was also to make the sword clearer and clearer.
So I pondered for a while.
[“Honor?]
[“lady.]
[Companionship?]
[Confidence?]
Or else.
[Rookie.]
Mellow. Splash.
Death Knight spread out to the left and right.
A single article appeared from between them.
Death Knight, holding a spear and shield.
[Titheo’s sword had the death of his comrades-in-arms in it.]
Death Knight says.
There was a will in his words.
The soul stood blocking Callius with its own will, even though it knew that it could not leave its dead body.
The momentum felt from the negativity.
The sense of presence was exceptional.
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He denied being a devil conspirator and the article was published.
It was clearly a corruption.
What can you say about an old hero who tried to prevent a war but started one himself, if not call it corruption?
That is why everyone called him “devil”.
Everyone in the world called him evil and tried to kill him.
They tried to stop him.
They tried to crush the beliefs in his sword, his misguided obsessions.
They criticized him, accused him, and ultimately broke his sword.
 .
But there were those who could not call him “evil”.
His anger.
Those who had watched him squirm.
Those who had fallen while protecting Titheo.
But their souls remained, and those who were by their side could not blame them for Titeo’s actions.
For they knew that Titeo was truly weeping for them.
Because they know that even though the color of his sad tears is dotted with corruption, the heart in them is the same as before…
They stayed by his side.
To reclaim his honor.
For those who would pass on the honor he sought out.
He asked repeatedly.
So I asked what was in your sword. He wondered what it contained.
As he stared at them.
Callius thought.
“‘There’s no such thing as a perfect strategy here as there is on the second floor.
“‘There is no weakness like Urazi’s inability to break the shield.
The Demon Clan was picking at Callius’ sore spots with their three-inch tongues, and the skeletal knights who had died by Titheo were demanding proof from him.
Titheo had an imperfect faith.
He had, paradoxically, despaired at the whispers of the devil, and had perfected a rather firm belief.
But he has been corrupted.
The reminiscence scenes shown so far explicitly show that his belief has been completed and that he has come to Skin the wall.
But what about the result?
He has been corrupted.
And they ask: “How did you do it?
And in spite of his resolve, Tieto despaired again, and wept with grief.
But, he said, it’s only you.
It is not so.
He asked if he could defeat him.
Callius replied.
“Nothing resides in my sword.”
The faces of the Demon Clans filled with joy.
The eyes of the Death Knights wavered.
“So anything can dwell in it.”
Whether it be Jin, Dragon, or Evil.
Or.
The gods.
“I am a pilgrim.”
A pilgrim is one who sets out on a pilgrimage.
Or one who searches for his sword.
And.
“I am the one who searches for my path.”
A fool is lost, but a wise man is on a journey.
I’m on my way to travel.
My path is not lost.
The end of the journey will lead to the end of the story.
The pilgrimage is to fill my bowl.
Nothing resides in my sword.
I’m just looking for it, and I’m filling it.
I can be anything I want to be.
There is God at the end of Humanity, there is God at the end of Dragon, there is God at the end of Corruption, and there is only Corruption at the end of God.”]
Do you see it face to face?”]
Callius nodded.
[‘Your path is to the end?’]
“Yes.”
I have no hesitation.
I have only one desire.
. what lies ahead?”]
Callius raised the edge of his mouth.
“I am a pilgrim.
There is only one end to pilgrim.
“I have my sword.”
To find one’s sword.
That’s what pilgrimage is all about.
That’s the meaning of pilgrimage, and the reason why your steps never falter.
Hmmm!
The momentum of those standing on the fourth floor has changed.
A mad wind is blowing.
[Prove it.]
The article window turns to Callius.
A sword and shield stand directly behind him… 
Finally, the retreat and the axe stand.
kuuung!!!!
The atmosphere shakes with their foot clouds .
Their momentum, like an iron wall, numbed my skin.
But the challenger as well as the
Those who bear witness.
Callius had to prove himself.
His sword had to convince them.
[To your empty sword.]
[that Titheo’s will could reside in it.]
Prove it.
Sword Pilgrim chapter 143

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