Sword Pilgrim 149
Sword Pilgrim chapter 149

“Serena. Why are you here?”
No way.
“You’re upstairs?”
With her ability, she would have had to stop at forty or fifty floors, let alone a rank.
Because the Serena Callius had seen was almost as good as Luteon.
However, here she was.
To put it in words.
“”Did you intentionally deceive me?
Then you mean you approached me intentionally?
Was it all a lie that you mistook yourself for Dragon and followed him as your master?
Did you have a purpose in mind?
Isn’t this the Serena I know?”
Before he knew it, the sword was in Callius’ hand, seriously troubled.
His mental image shook the atmosphere around him.
As soon as they noticed the change, the superior generals guarding him, Niall and Garcia, raised their hands to their sword hilts.
A clear indication of hostility.
Serena waved her hand, startled by the sight.
“‘Oh, no. I was just… waiting for the tower master to ask me! I am a loyal body to my master!”
Serena gasped and prostrated herself, slamming her forehead into the ground.
“The tower pillar?”
“Yes.”
“Hm, I see.”
It was a misunderstanding.
Callius was embarrassed.
There was a good chance that the tower master would have known right away that he had gone underground to meet Titheo.
That was probably why he had called Serena, who had come in with him, to stand by.
“Show me around.”
“Yes, sir. This way, please.”
Serena was relieved to see that Callius seemed to be feeling a bit more relaxed.
She was relieved to see that Callius seemed to have relaxed a bit, for his mood had changed even more after not seeing him for a while.
As an elf sensitive to nature, she was able to detect subtle changes that were not easily noticed.
“Have you regained your true power?
From Serena’s perspective, she could only think so.
Her gaze went to the bracelet that Callius was wearing .
“‘An Artifact made by Vivian Liu.
If he was kicking it, even Dragon could hide his energy.
But he’s not perfect, either.
There are some things he can’t hide.
You will find a lot of things that you can do to make your life easier.
Is your destination the top floor?”
“Yes.”
In a gulf of misunderstanding that grew deeper, Callius simply ascended the stairs.
The upper generals, Niall and Garcia, had already long since lifted their summons.
The purpose was to stockpile as much power as possible.
If they had to mix tower pillars and swords….
“The Mourning Generals would be useless.”
Tower pillars are strong.
There is only one reason why a tower pillar is a tower pillar.
Overwhelming military power.
Even though it wasn’t a matter of life and death, a confrontation with the tower pillar had to be all-consuming.
“You can head this way.”
Before I knew it, I was at the door to the top floor.
Callius quickly opened .
All I could see where I stood was
A bright blue sky and
A single pillar rising high into the sky
And the people standing in front of it.
“We’ve been waiting for you.”
A middle-aged woman stood in the center of it all.
There were seemingly wrinkles in the corners of her eyes as she smiled, but the spirit that drifted through the air never seemed to show any signs of old age.
A man with a small barker and a thorny shield by her side.
A man in full body armor of red.
And rather unarmed, one with a living spider in his hand and a spearman looking down at himself with an arrogant expression.
Callius gave the stranger a once over and then a middle aged woman.
Orvile, the lord of this tower of towers.
He looked only at her.
“Why have they gathered the Lord of the Floors here and placed him here?”
The lord of the tower and the saint who guards the holy place.
No matter how much Callius had to raise his words to Orvile.
Her presence deserved to be respected.
As one who holds the same sword.
As one who worships a god, it is impossible not to respect her as a saint and pilgrim of the sword.
“For we are on the lookout for you.”
Boundaries?
“You made it up to the 61st floor in one day, and you’ve made the Knights of the Fallen grow.”
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Callius’ eyes sank.
Knights of the Fall.
This is what it implies.
“Be wary of the Demonic sword.’
In other words, be wary of yourself releasing and wielding the Demonic Sword.
And as the owner of the Demonic Sword, he was concerned that his power would grow.
“The Holy Land is a place where no killing should occur. What happens in the mundane world has nothing much to do with us, but if a power that has escaped from the Holy Land causes problems, it is natural for us to have a headache.”
So, one word.
“You mean to take away my sword?”
Wind Cloud
Killing intent swept in all directions .
The floor masters who stood beside the tower master nervously pointed their weapons at Callius .
“‘It would be nice if I could. But that’s not what I want.”
Callius did not question immediately.
He just waited with a murderous intent.
It wasn’t a reckless move.
He was confident that if he got the numbers wrong, he could kill one or two people and get away.
I had the Iron Dragon Beatty, and an army of over a thousand.
Even if I didn’t, I was confident that I could kill or seriously injure at least one of them if I attacked them by surprise with my reassurance, so I wasn’t reckless.
And they were killing in a holy place.
It was a situation that they avoided and feared the most.
Those who are most afraid of destroying the symbol of peace that has been maintained for a thousand years.
That’s the Order of the Tower.
“It would not be difficult to subdue you and steal your sword. In fact, your three positions are so unbalanced that your mind, body, and spirit are all at odds.”
Callius’s state of overcoming the limit is honestly already at the same level as a born chick among the masters.
They say he’s overcome his limitations, but all along the same line, it’s the physical and tile core of someone who has finally crossed the wall.
From their perspective.
And from the standpoint of the tower master, who was called a saint, he was like a child.
“‘But…
“‘We respect you. You have grown into a master, and you are the pride of the tower.
Tapuj-Orbile looked bitterly at the sword in Callius’ hand.
“For you are also a person who has received the qualification of sadly crying corruption.”
Callius killed at the bitter look and look in her eyes.
It was also a little confusing.
She may be called a saint, but she doesn’t have the spirituality of a saint.
She could be considered a tyrant.
I don’t mind if you think I’m nervous.
The Pope of Carpe.
Even Felice didn’t want to fight with her.
That’s why I was wary of her.
“No, you’re not.”
Why would she have such an expression on her face when she saw Titeo as a sword?
Callius couldn’t figure out why.
He was curious.
“Do you know Titeo?”
“‘I know. How could I not know the secret story that has been passed down to the Tower Lord?”
And personally.
“I am not recognized by him.”
Grieving fallen humanity.
She had also been to the basement of the tower.
I wanted to help him.” Fallen, but I pitied his beliefs.”
Tower Pillar, Orvile was a case of his senses expanding in adulthood, and his sensitivity increasing considerably as the world gradually expanded.
She vaguely sensed the grief of “Titheo” in the basement.
His grief gradually seeped into her heart, and she tried to save Titeo. But he did not recognize Orvile.
He looked at me and said, “You know…”
I’m not going to be saved.
And so it should be.
Titheo hadn’t been sealed up for that long to be saved.
He had waited .
An article that could include him and all of his friends. And make the deaths of his friends and his own life worthwhile. 
The sword of Cleave, the sword of honor.
“I suppose that means it wasn’t salvation he wanted.”
Orvile took his eyes off the sword, this time looking straight at Callius.
“What did he want?”
Titheo watched his colleague die.
There was no trace of his desire to end the war for peace, he was angry at the death of his comrades in arms and wished for his own death as well.
He wondered what it was that he wanted.
“Do you really care to ask?”
The respectful tone disappeared on Callius.
He looked uncomfortable.
“Is it natural?”
He was. Titheo was.
“I’ve just been looking for multiple agents.”
What he ultimately wanted was revenge.
He wishes to bludgeon Dragon and Demon to death, to comfort the souls of his comrades-in-arms, and to restore the honor of their deaths.
What would it be if not revenge?
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A rescue for Titeo? 
That’s not a very interesting story.
This is a man who resisted even the decisions of Stella, whom he respected and admired.
What does salvation mean to him?
“It’s amazing.”
I was irresistibly angry.
Titeos also said, “Given the circumstances, I can’t say I did absolutely well.
I was blinded and corrupted by revenge.
However, Baini Callius, whose beginnings stemmed from the death of his companion, understood and sympathized with Titeo.
“Dragon and devil will have to fight Callius anyway.
Since he was the one who had to fight everything in the world, he gladly grabbed his sword.
But such a relief for him?
How could it be a rescue for someone who has been waiting for a thousand years to find an all-factor to carry on his will?
On top of that, he is the lord of a tower where those who seek help are revered as a symbol of peace.
There was no way Titeo would recognize her.
He was most angry with the twisted peace he had built with the deaths of his comrades in arms.
“Now I know why you called me.”
“Tell me.”
“‘You’re just jealous of me, aren’t you? The dangers of the Demonicsword? That’s just an excuse.”
You just want to be sure.
His choice that I couldn’t take.
I just want to see for myself.
That makes me feel even better.
It’s just more clear what Callius has to do.
Hmm!
Swinging his sword down at an angle, Callius sucked up the residue.
The three buds energized into one, and a gray bud rose up.
A gray chi flowed out beside him, silkworm-eating the area.
Before he knew it, the top of the tower
The top floor begins to shimmer with ashes.
Soon, everything turns gray.
Various strangenesses are already entangled in the sword, forming the shape of a sword lecture.
The momentum is astonishing.
It was a sword that often cut Dragons and Demons because it did not easily lose its will to the mental images wielded by the five masters.
Such an intense momentum that it was hard to believe he was a young man who had just torn down the wall.
Cleaver
“Article of Judgment.”
With his fierce momentum, Orvile also took out his sword .
A brown, hard sword.
It was an adult and was a wooden sword made of her black wood called pilgrim .
Callius’ eyes grew even sharper when he saw her wooden sword.
Ashes blew all around him .
“Re-oil painting.”
Soon the ashes would fall.
Callius’ sword, holding hundreds of SwordQi, spurts out from between them.
The surrounding floor lords jerked back and drew their weapons.
But beyond that.
Agathod’s towering ship.
Orvile stepped out.
“‘Swarm of Light.
Quaaaaaaaaan!
A roar that couldn’t possibly be that of sword touching sword roared.
But it was only for a moment.
“……!”
The master behind Orvile opens his eyes wide.
No need for sanctuary. To know your opponent, it is enough to simply thrust your weapons once against each other.
Master as a chick.
But a dangerous man because he possesses the Demonic Sword.
Orvile’s reaction to meeting him sword to sword was not what he expected.
“Hahahahaha!”
Callius furrowed his brow and Orvile smiled, looking refreshed.
She was holding a broken wooden sword, and her arm was empty.
The reaction of the tower pillars caused all the floor masters around them to threaten Callius, but he stepped back as she raised her hand and waved it.
“I can see the will in that one sword. You’re just a pilgrim. There’s nothing to worry about.”
He said it like he was sure of it.
But no such thing interested him.
Callius immediately asked.
“How did you lose the re-oil painting?”
“You want to know?”
“Yes.”
I wanted to know.
Re-emulsification was a sword that Callius could not prevent because he thought.
She had, however, prevented it.
Only a few cuts and bruises.
How that was possible, Callius had to know, had to complement.
“Well then, do me one favor.”
Orvile, who couldn’t possibly not know that point, made one suggestion to Callius.
Sword Pilgrim chapter 149

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