Sword Pilgrim 144
Sword Pilgrim chapter 144

 <Sorrowful Corruption
Sitting on his throne made of skeletons, Titheo stared at the puddle of black tears that he had wet.
In his black helmet. 
A red glint gazes into his eyes.
A challenger, pilgrim.
Titeo caught a glimpse of his ideal.
"Different.
I can't count the number of articles I've written that have challenged me.
Some for their own honor.
And someone else for power.
Each challenged himself with his own ideals and wishes, to be called.
A thousand years have passed.
For Titheo, who still held this position, the new challenger was interesting.
"A sword with nothing in it.
The aspiration was that since there was nothing, anything could be included.
An arrogant sense of pride and confidence smoldered in the color of his eyes.
It was rather good.
I suppose I won't be needing any more proof."]
He'd already proved it.
If it were only words, Chiteo would not have moved. But his story was not a false image.
For Tieto could fully feel the various dispositions of the challenger.
The mattress and the dragon. And a god.
He held what he could no longer hold.
And so he proved.
He had shown that his sword could hold anything.
The qualifications were enough.
Titheo closed his eyes.
A thousand years ago.
He had killed Dagan, killed Dagan against the death of his friends.
But the war was tough, and one man's strength alone was not enough to end the tremendous battlefield that was the Ryoma War.
But even so, my beliefs were unbreakable and unbreakable.
He was ready to run out again and cut off the enemy's head even if this one body was broken and died a hundred times.
However.
No one thought like Titheo.
No one but the saint did.
The heroes representing each armament united their hearts to end the war.
It was not what Titheo wanted.
The Dragon and Demonwine made a pact.
They built a tower with the giants as witnesses.
The giant's spear pushed Titheo, who rebelled violently, and he was sealed in place.
Agathod.
That, of course, was the Titan's window.
"''I don't hold a grudge against the Titans.''
Wiser than anyone else.
For he is the giant.
His choice was the right one.
The saints and the heroes? They are also the same.
We can only respect their choices now, too.
Thanks to them, peace has come.
Over the course of a thousand years.
Mankind has grown wealthy and powerful, Dragons have rested, Demons have fortified their contents.
But.
Titheo could not tolerate peace.
But he could no longer go, sealed off from this tower.
And so he waited.
The anger of himself and his comrades-in-arms, the death….
I'll take the article that fits on the tip of my sword.
Will your sword be able to hold us?"]
He couldn't wait to find out…
* * *
The skeleton knight's spear headed for Callius. The shield fell straight down.
This is the place to prove it.
He had told him to prove it by breaking himself with force.
I'm confident.
What they want is not great.
I wanted a sad, weeping corruption…"
What the knights who sympathize with him want is "just death's worth. 
A noble death.
That's all they want.
"I am."
Defeat them.
Embrace them all.
Because that's what I came here to do.
[Prove it!]
The spears were unleashed.
At the same time, the predatory sword was swung.
Kaaan!
The dark fourth floor stone room
A spark of fire glittered on the battlefield of proof that the dead had defended their place .
"The power I have."
As much as I have.
I can see it from here.
I was just about to take out a flying bullet and strike a blow at once.
Puff, puff!
Callius's sword had nowhere to go.
"I wonder if it's ……."
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Suddenly, the forms of the skeleton knights turned into thin sand and sat down.
Soon they were gone completely.
So did the Demon Clan.
There was no one on the fourth floor.
I felt as if I had dreamed it.
But it wasn't a dream.
Will your sword be able to hold us?"]
It was the lowest, most abhorrent voice he had ever heard.
Callius had goosebumps and did not relax.
He was also quite upset.
The fourth floor was essentially a place of proof.
It was a place to prove one's beliefs.
So Callius had to defeat them all.
"But they're gone.
It was as if he didn't need to prove anything.
It was only when they arrived at the tower that the flow of events differed from what Callius had expected.
Whether this was a blessing or a curse, he could not say.
"'Us.
Can we include us?
Was this a question?
There is only one way to ask such a question.
Grieving depravity.
"Titheo."
Let's call his name.
The door opened as if it had been waiting for us.
A gate down to the basement.
Callius' panic stopped.
He immediately regained his composure.
But he didn't let up the tension.
Contrary to his plans, Mr. Titeo.
"You want to see him, don't you?"
That was good.
Callius headed straight for the door.
He descended the stairs and opened the fifth floor straight up.
"There's nothing here, is there?"
This is where Titheo's memories should be coming from.
The reason for his fall.
The end of the war.
The base point of the corruption it caused and the seal that bound him here.
This is where it should all come out.
But all he could see was an empty joint with a few candles burning.
Callius went down to the next floor with a look of apparent understanding in his eyes.
Callius' footsteps echoed quietly as he descended the stairs.
One foot, one foot.
The further he descended, the darker the darkness and the more depravity whispered to him.
It stirred up the corruption of the rampaging age and the pain of the past.
The pain of his many trials and the regret of his wrong choices linger in his ears.
However, without a single change in expression, he reaches the end of the floor, maintaining his solitary posture.
Sixth Floor
The shadowy inscriptions on its gates are giants and spears.
And there was only a sad, weeping corruption.
kuung.
Callius straightened up and opened the door with both hands.
kuuuuuuuu!
The door opened, and the first thing that captivated Callius' eyes was the black water.
The first thing that caught Callius' eye was the black water that flowed under his feet.
A green torch buzzed around the area, and an endless underground figure hung in the air.
And at the end of it.
Grievous corruption.
Titheo sat on his skeletal throne, black tears streaming down his face.
Callius said nothing, only stepped in front of him, slyly treading on his tears.
I have been corrupted."]
Callius' feet did not stop.
I volunteered to stop the war, but my sword and my body rejected the peace at its end.
Callius drew his sword.
[At the beginning of peace, he corrupted himself and revived his poor dead comrades-in-arms.]
He slowly rose from his throne, as if the sad fall would greet him.
"I became a sword myself. I embraced them as a sword."]
Ominous vibrations begin to shake around Titheo The communal landscape, where only darkness has fallen, shakes and changes.
In the darkness of nothingness.
Thousands of skeletons slowly begin to raise themselves.
In the distant past.
The heroes who had risen up in search of peace, and those who had given up their lives to save Titeo.
All of them rose up at once and stood in front of Callius.
It was a solid wall, the Golden Castle Iron Wall.
[So, I'll ask…]]
In the midst of cruel despair
The unfathomable wait
But Titeo was not alone.
He raised his head towards Callius, who was standing alone, with thousands of his revived friends standing by his side.
Beloved of the fairies and harboring the wrath of the Dragon. Can we be included in the end of that sword that serves the gods?"]
In front of me was far-off darkness.
Lined up in a row were heroes of reversals that were frightening to count.
But Callius moved forward.
A SwordQi fluttered from his sword.
Fluttering like smoke, the Sword Qi immediately took the form of petals and scattered.
He dared not answer.
Words were meaningless to them, so they would show it with their actions.
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The knight with the sword didn't hesitate in his actions, and his eyes didn't waver, so the fallen man watched intently.
Immediately, the article threw the bracelet at him.
The silvery divine power flooded the area like a serpent.
But chastity was a shabby thing.
The warriors, however, stopped.
[Yes.]
I felt as if I could understand why.
A purple chi mingled with the knight's side.
And soon. Cleaver's chi.
The red light dragon intermingles.
A variety of air currents flickered over his body and became one.
The tears he stepped on were black.
But his fluttering jacket was white.
Plain black and white.
He was a pilgrim among the black-tanned dead.
Only one of them was pure white.
But just now.
The momentum he exhaled was gray.
His whole body was enveloped in an air current of gray, and he was neither black nor white, but gray.
There was a hint of regret in Tideo's eyes.
No, he put the gray in.
The mouth of depravity drew an even contest.
"'To the surprise of all the warriors in line.
A thousand years to go
For he had never smiled before.
[Hahaha! Isn't that the ultimate in imbalance!"]
Bottom-feeding little bastard.
An abbreviation that always belonged to the weak if the sword was described as weak and strong.
But corruption could not be blamed.
[…….]
He pulled up every ounce of energy and overcame the limits.
No, it opened up.
The body is also breaking through its limits, assimilating with it. Even the most sluggish depths grow rapidly. Day by day, his mental image is only getting bigger.
His will to seize the whole area.
The sad, weeping corruption it felt.
It was a craving for power.
It was the will to carry on the legacy of his predecessors, and the spirit that he would be different from her.
Right in the middle of enemy lines.
He'd said this.
It will be all in the gray."]
The "red glare" reminded him of the past.
Petals spreading in all directions.
She who made me draw a flower in a corner of my chest, even for a moment on a harsh battlefield.
Stella.
"''You were her predecessor.''
But the memories disappear.
The petals have changed. Not petals, but ashes.
Ashes spread in all directions.
The eyes of depravity wavered.
"'This, too. Beautiful.'
Ash dust fluttered in the air
An ash knight towered in the center of it.
He was about to exceed his limits.
The limits of humanity, the limits of himself.
With all that he held
With all that he held in his heart.
His mental image gradually grew.
The will that resides in him takes over the whole area.
He presses down.
How can a momentum that contains a single ash powder be so bleak?
I laugh in disgust.
I harbored an immeasurable fever.
But it did not burn up.
It was different from an ordinary fever.
A sheet of ashes reached out to me, and it seeped in.
And soon, the emaciated bones fell to ashes.
"If the flame is burned from the front, does the ash burn from the inside?
Each one of these was heated, of course, and contained the Sword Qi.
No, it was being complemented in real time.
Sword Qi puts in the form of a sword lecture.
This can be said to be a form of will.
I wondered why he had included such a strange reason.
"Was it because of the fairy and the dragon?
Perhaps it was.
If not, it's not worth talking about.
The sword must have reflected their power based on the forces of nature.
Moreover, it was the very mental image he possessed that made it possible.
It made the impossible possible.
He's impossible."]
Imbalance has instead become equilibrium.
It's all about limits.
No, it's open.
I've had my fill of depravity.
After a thousand years of waiting, we meet.
What is your name?]
Now, at last, a gray knight who has achieved his world.
"Callius."
Immediately his sword divided the world of corruption.
Sword Pilgrim chapter 144

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