Sword Pilgrim Chapter 232

Episode 232

Bla.

The man who suddenly appeared on top of the dukedom’s walls flew ashes.

The guards were startled by the sudden appearance of the man, but were unable to take any further action.

“Hut!”

“What is it?”

“Oh no. Just…”

The man who had glanced at him disappeared in an instant.

The soldier, who thought he had seen a barn, saw it for a mont, but the man’s image was not easily forgotten in his mind.

Gray hair and dark eyes.

and.

“It’s ashes.”

Ashes that appeared where the man was.

As I tilted my head in a strange way, the soldier standing next to replied indifferently.

“It must have fallen off the torch. Stop talking nonsense and watch out.”

“That’s strange…”

And that was it.

Kwaaaang!!

In the distance, a huge explosion began to be heard from the castle gate where the king was seated.

“What!”

I don’t know what the whole thing is.

The story spread that a man with gray hair had broken down the castle gate.

*“It’s different from when I beca a master.”

After completing the Five Hwa of comics.

Sunbo, which was originally used as spirit energy, was replaced with his own remnant, or divine power, and was newly improved and used.

Colius could have rode a dragon all the way to the principality, but he did not.

It was because of the thought that it would take so practice to get used to handling the newly established power again.

So he put all his energy into Sunbo.

Wouldn’t it be possible to use Sunbo more efficiently with the newly acquired power?

And after about 2 weeks.

Callius arrived from Carpe to the principality using only one turn.

Now, Colius’ footsteps were already close to being perfected to the point that the na Chukbo would be more appropriate than Sunbo.

“A newsletter would be better.”

Every ti his new form disappears and reappears, ashes fly.

It boasts a slightly different appearance and faster and longer distance than the sunbo used by fairies.

Coupled with the efficiency of his attributes, he was able to move faster and longer distances than before without using much of his divine power.

Perhaps because of the influence of his power, his hair turned gray and only ashes remained, but his elegant footwork was completed.

“Is that enough?”

There was only one thing that ca to the principality.

As the enemy of Carpe.

And it was to complete the last mission as a knight leaving Carpe.

“Damn the world. They don’t know talented people like ! Fuck you all!”

Just as he was about to go to the castle where the king would be.

In Colius’ eyes, the image of a young man sitting on the sidewalk drinking was reflected in his eyes.

Could it have been mid-twenties?

Drunk, he was drinking while holding the morning star in his left hand and swinging the bottle in his right hand.

“Why are you doing that there?”

“Who are you talking to?”

When he opened his mouth to see how much alcohol he had drunk, the sll of alcohol vibrated.

“You still look young, but you’re acting like the world is over, so I’m curious.”

“Hey, if you’re curious, there’s nothing else I can’t tell you. As for , I was originally a knight who would raise the na of the principality! Walter, who was not recognized as a knight because of the goddamn mace almighty world and was branded as a country boy and failed without seeing the light of day!”

therefore.

“It ans that you failed the knight test.”

“Damn it!”

thud! Walter threw the mace on the side of the road as if he didn’t want to look at it.

“It’s all because of that damn mace!”

He wondered why he failed the knight test because of the mace.

The mace he threw was a high-class weapon that had to be hit well. It seed that in the principality, to beco a knight, one had to possess an elite mace.

It was certainly more like a duchy with quality knights than Carpe.

‘What he wanted was probably a royal knight.’

However, he failed due to the mace he possessed.

It was a story that was everywhere.

Callius picked up the mace he had thrown and swung it through the air a few tis before shaking his head.

“It’s a good mace to throw away.”

In the eyes of Colius, the level of substandard weapons.

I don’t know if it was in the past.

Now, in his eyes, the level of honor was not even in his eyes.

“Who are you teasing? uh!!”

Still, when he saw Walter raging at his weapon, an interesting thought ca to Callius.

A mace rolling across the street.

Rather, it was very heartbreaking.

“Can I have this?”

“Why are you taking other people’s things! If you want it, give money and take it!”

“How much is it?”

“…no, I won’t sell it. Still, my parents gave it to with their hard-earned money. It’s a bit like selling anyway.”

Seeing as he tried to keep his line even when he was drunk, he might have beco a great person if he had beco a knight.

The mace your parents gave you.

If so, you should pay a good price.

“Then give this.”

“This one?”

Whiririk Tak.

Walter’s eyes widened when he received the mace from Colius.

“It’s a permanent mace.”

“Why do you want to take my mace when you have sothing like this?”

Walter, seemingly sober, looked at him with a puzzled expression.

“I quite like the mace rolling on the floor.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Wouldn’t it be a very interesting story if a mace that rolled down the ground broke the bones of the highest person?”

“Are you crazy?”

It was sothing Walter couldn’t understand.

“Hey Walter.”

“Why why?”

“Does this mace have a na?”

“None.”

“Then may I give you your na?”

It’s not like he’s usually crazy.

However, he is a good madman when he wants to exchange his own with an elite mace.

“Sure.”

Did you like Walter’s mace?

Callius said Walter Walter a few tis and left.

“I’m going to look like a crazy person. oh i’m sober Wouldn’t this be a dream?”

Walter, who had obtained a grade-level mace, was so excited that he wanted to dance right away.

It’s embarrassing, but it was a windfall.

Walter swung his mace a few tis, slapped him in the face to see who might steal it, and headed straight for the inn.

Then, I looked behind .

The road where the unknown man disappeared.

“Sothing is going to happen.”

It’s strangely embarrassing.

But it was soon forgotten.

The thing he got was too big to care about that.

“It was given to by my parents, but what would he do with a weapon like that? At best, it’s good to beat bandits. I’ll beco a knight with this, and I’ll beat everyone with a spear or a sword!”

The window-spanning road ahead was already clear in front of Walter’s eyes.

Even though he hadn’t eaten, he felt full, and Walter lay down on the bed, hugged the mace, and fell asleep.

And exactly one day later.

An unprecedented incident occurred that would turn the principality upside down.

“Crazy…! crazy! crazy! Crazy guy!!”

This is the death of the king.

It was said that the king had his head broken by a madman and died.

The one who implented it was a knight of Carpe, and the weapon that broke the king’s skull was a mace nad Walter.

“Dog fuck!”

It was the mace that Walter had given the man the English cap the day before.

*Kwajik.

He broke down the gates and broke the bones of all the soldiers and knights rushing in.

Walter’s mace is a morning star with a rounded tip and sharp spikes.

It was one of the best weapons for breaking heads.

Now that he uses open-type cartoon at instead of buds, his physical ability seed to be more than three tis stronger than before.

Originally, it would have consud a lot of energy, but thanks to the efficiency of the attribute and the help of Stella hidden inside, that did not happen.

‘Is this a demigod?’

I thought I had risen to the level of an adult now, but I jumped one step and rose to the level of a half-body.

It seed that he could fight a single country enough.

A cheerful sound, like a waterlon breaking, was heard in succession. When he ca to his senses, there were no knights standing around him.

bloody acid.

In the castle that beca a sea of blood, he alone was gray, as if it were muddy and sacred.

“Ah, are you a princess?”

the attire you are wearing.

Looking at the level of the weapon he had, it was like that.

But the face could not be recognized.

Because my head was already smashed.

“Rebecca. Is your father right?”

[Yes, you are. do it right Your head has grown sore.]

Just like Rebecca, who was originally a princess of the duchy and the next saintess, Calius was calm, not much different from her.

Still, Rebecca’s father died, but the reaction was lukewarm like others.

I don’t know if it’s because of the fall, or if it’s because we didn’t get along well.

I wondered, but it wasn’t sothing Colleas would be interested in.

“I was wondering if God would intervene… but there really isn’t anything like that. I was going to ask where the first mace was.”

Killed before I even buried it.

This was a bit of a bumr.

“Don’t you know Rebecca?”

[I don’t know. Only my father, the pope of the mace and the duke, knows that.]

“It’s useless.”

Callius threw the necklace onto the throne of the duchy.

The reason he had left Rebecca alone was for the sake of the principality.

I left it alone in case it would help, but now it’s ti to sort out the bad relationship.

If it was before, I wouldn’t know, but if it’s now, it won’t be difficult to annihilate it with a necklace.

[Ha but! But he might know!]

His movent to strike with the mace stopped for a mont. Callius naturally aid Walter’s mace at her.

“Still, since I was a princess, would it be okay if I taught you?”

[does not matter! I’d rather have Colius beco the God of Mace!]

The God of Mace. bullshit.

“You know what I am doing.”

[Aren’t you planning on taking the power left by the gods and dropping them to the ground?]

I didn’t even think of that.

However, there was no reason to deny it.

“Hmm… You noticed that.”

Now apparently God is his enemy.

“So who are you?”

[A goblin!]

“A goblin?”

Are there goblins here?

Colius’ brow narrowed.

[My fall was all because of the stories the goblins told . He knows everything, so he must know!]

“What’s your na?”

[Yes?]

“The na of the goblin.”

Hopefully it’s not Lecter.

[Gerter! It’s Gerter the red beard!]

Gerter the red beard.

“Was he here?”

Among the goblins, he was treated as an outlier, and later referred to as sothing else.

‘The traitor Gerter.’

A goblin, but not a goblin.

Redbeard Gerter is the first goblin to escape the influence of the Divine Punishnt.

A race of giants that will appear when the battle between dragons, corruption, and humanity intensifies.

The first goblins to attach themselves to them and escape the influence of the gods.

Traitor Gerter.

“I wondered where it was, so I would have thought it was hiding in the principality.”

I’m sorry Lecter, but if he ever t a goblin, even Calius wanted to et Gerter.

Gerter was the oldest of the goblins, so the treasure he had and the level of knowledge he had were completely different.

At this ti, he might be in contact with the giants.

Maybe if you’re lucky.

“You might et a giant.”