Chapter 283

The sun and the black sun coexisted.

The world of the eclipse, where light and darkness coexisted, swallowing each other, was like ash.

Neither dark, nor bright.

Everyone couldn't help but marvel at the magnificent sight, wondering if the war between gods and demons in the age of myths was like this.

Where else in Eternal World could one see such a sight?

It was a sight hard to see even from single rankers.

Who would have ever imagined seeing this in a mere level 220 to 250 range area?

The announcer spirit was just as surprised.

[W-what is happening!? T-two suns have risen!?]

How flustered must he have been.

The announcer spirit uttered a nonsensical sentence.

But there was no one who could point it out right now.

Because everyone was just like the announcer spirit.

-wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf

-whatisthiswhatisthiswhatisthis

-What am I seeing right now???

-No way, a live broadcast like this is free???

-fr;;; I feel so bad for the ones who aren't watching this;;;

-is this fr real???

In the overwhelming spectacle that seemed like a battle from a myth.

Everyone was watching the video in admiration.

Seonghyun finally faced the Sword Saint.

And as if to surround the Sword Saint, the vassals flocked.

Their strength was exhausted, but their eyes shone brightly, revealing the heat of their loyalty.

Seeing them, the Sword Saint gnashed his teeth.

He had clearly used his full power twice.

He had thought that even once, let alone twice, would be enough.

“Ha.”

Not only did he not die, but he raised a sun to counter his power.

Unpleasant.

It hadn't even fully matured yet.

Even if it wasn't his main body's power, that insolent brat who dared to face its fragment like this was unpleasant.

And the vassals who followed him so loyally were also unpleasant.

Over Palace.

Those unpleasant fanatics were the same.

What was it that they believed in and followed so blindly?

To think they would band together to serve their master.

The Sword Saint, who had never received such treatment, couldn't understand and was simply displeased.

“……Truly unpleasant.”

At those words, Seonghyun paid no heed and raised his sword.

And at that sight, the Sword Saint's eyebrows twitched.

How dare he point a sword at him.

An Overlord.

Before a Sword Saint?

As if having suffered an unbearable insult, the Sword Saint gripped his sword once again.

Due to using the sun twice, he had almost none of his main body's power left.

But the same went for that brat.

If the conditions were the same.

‘I have the advantage.’

And so, the Sword Saint, gripping his sword, looked at Seonghyun and arrogantly shouted.

“There cannot be two suns.”

“But there are right now?”

“……”

The Sword Saint was momentarily at a loss for words at the innate Gen Z energy.

Struggling to ignore it, the Sword Saint spoke.

“I am the sun.”

At that cry, the Sword Saint charged.

This time too, Drakhanos was the first to charge.

As expected, Drakhanos had also exhausted all his energy.

In a situation where he had to fight with only swordsmanship, the Sword Saint's eyes twitched as if something was strange.

The old demon knight who should have been repelled by his sword will was now clashing with him.

“……?”

To the Sword Saint who tilted his head as if he couldn't understand, Drakhanos moved his lips as if to say something.

-Mutter mutter mumble mumble.

“……How dare you!!!”

At Drakhanos's mumbled words, the Sword Saint, turning as red as the sun, swung his sword.

Unable to overcome the force, Drakhanos was pushed back.

Even so, he calmly deflected the sword strike.

In the secrets of swordsmanship, they seemed almost evenly matched.

The Sword Saint couldn't understand it, but.

As Drakhanos's three disciples, Leonik, Balthar, and Silvanor, rushed in next.

The Sword Saint swung his sword to block them.

They too were out of energy.

But their swordsmanship was better than expected.

How could this be?

He knew they were swordsmen who had already constructed their inner worlds.

Though their levels were low, their enlightenment itself was that of extremely skilled swordsmen.

At their swordsmanship, the Sword Saint unknowingly frowned.

No matter how skilled they were, they were no match for the Sword Saint.

The three charged, but their swordsmanship was dismantled and they were sent flying.

The Sword Saint charged towards Drakhanos to reduce their numbers.

But even that was not easy.

Chaaeeeeng——!!!

A loud metallic sound rang out.

And a figure blocked his path.

The Sword Saint had surely sent those three disciples flying, so they couldn't have returned already.

What was going on?

When the Sword Saint belatedly saw his opponent, his eyes couldn't help but widen as if they would tear.

“!!!!!!”

Chiiing——!

Chiiiing——!

The monarch wearing the crown of black crystal, Seonghyun, was blocking the Sword Saint's sword with a power equal to his own.

An Overlord dared to block him with a sword.

An indescribable sense of insult welled up.

Even if he had entered a body like trash.

Even if all the energy drawn from his main body had been depleted.

To think he would be blocked by the sword of this immature Overlord!!!

It's humiliating.

Unpleasant!

The Sword Saint, who had been gracefully maintaining a high stance, spun around, taking a step back to retrieve his sword. Then, as if charging, he held the sword in a middle stance and thrust it at Seonghyun as if to stab him.

However, Seonghyun, taking advantage of the fluid and brief opening, maintained his breathing against the incoming sword strike aimed at cutting it, moved his foot to the side, naturally reversed his grip on the sword, and twisted the trajectory of the thrust.

As the thrust went in about halfway.

The Sword Saint, without retrieving the thrusting sword, rotated his waist and shoulders and moved towards Seonghyun as if to sweep his sword horizontally.

Seeing the sword move smoothly like a saw, Seonghyun, who was already blocking with his raised sword, once again fluidly twisted its trajectory, lowered his stance, and dodged the sword strike.

Hwoooong—!

The Sword Saint's sword cut through the empty air.

And Seonghyun, from his low stance, sprang up as if bouncing, straightening his knees and raising his sword from bottom to top, using an upward slash from the lower right to the upper left.

Seeing the rising sword, the Sword Saint rotated even faster, using the rotation to parry the sword's face and create distance.

“……”

“Hoo.”

Seeing Seonghyun's swordsmanship skill, which had held its own and defended well against him, the Sword Saint glared at Seonghyun as if in disbelief.

Wasn't the Overlord the monarch of all black mages?

But how could he also be so skilled in swordsmanship?

At the incomprehensible phenomenon, jealousy rather than anger began to bubble up.

His was an achievement gained solely by single-mindedly pursuing the path of the sword.

But this immature brat had reached such a level in swordsmanship?

He could understand the old demon knight.

For a demon to become old, he must surely possess a supreme level of experience.

The same went for the skeleton knight, the demon knight, and the elf swordsman.

Weren't they all beings of long-lived races?

So he could understand those three.

But what in the world was this Overlord?

He himself must have lived twice as long as that guy.

He had already perfected his swordsmanship?

Had he himself perfected his swordsmanship at that age?

No way.

In the midst of his confusion, the Sword Saint's mind was riddled with jealousy, and he bared his jealous fangs at Seonghyun.

The withered sun no longer shone.

Only the cold and ugly dark side remained, charging forward.

In the meantime, Barpur, along with Sibren and Noirtain, followed and blocked the Sword Saint.

Kwaaaang——!!!

The Sword Saint, who had not allowed a single attack until now.

His vision narrowed by jealousy, allowed a blow from Barpur.

He belatedly came to his senses and blocked the attacks of Sibren and Noirtain.

But one hit had landed squarely.

The announcer spirit, seeing it, shouted.

[Uwaaaaah!!! A clean hit, finally!!!]

It seemed wrong for a commentator who should remain neutral to be so happy.

But no one cared about such things.

On the contrary.

-Uwaaaaaah!!!!

-He finally landed a hit!!!!

-Kyaaaaaaah!!!

-Niiiiceeee!!!!

There wasn't a single viewer who wasn't cheering for Seonghyun right now.

While everyone was cheering for Seonghyun.

The Sword Saint paid no mind to such things and spat out the blood that had collected in his mouth.

“Kul-kuk. Ptui.”

Was it because it was a blow from Barpur, who ranked among the top of Seonghyun's vassals in terms of physical strength?

The Sword Saint, who had coughed up dark red blood, wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

His energy was all spent.

But there was still plenty of time left.

So he could kill all of them.

‘My energy is slowly returning.’

He felt the light of the sun, which the black sun was swallowing, slowly returning.

If it charged just a little more, he could incinerate these guys.

With that thought, the Sword Saint swung his sword among the charging vassals and performed a sword dance.

While the vassals, despite their lack of energy, were desperately buying time amidst the sharp and fast lights that were like sunlight.

Seonghyun was doing his best to recover his energy.

He had already used up all items and skills, every means of recovery.

He had no choice but to rely on buffs and his natural healing ability for recovery.

He was recovering as much mana as possible.

But the same went for the Sword Saint.

And if they both regained their mana, Seonghyun would be at a disadvantage.

If things continued like this, defeat was imminent.

He wouldn't have any regrets even if he lost, but he still wanted to win.

As he was filled with the desire to win.

Seonghyun could see something strange.

‘What is that?’

He had seen it in videos.

But now, Gamu's soul was halfway out.

And he could see the Sword Saint's soul, sticking out as if wearing clothes that were too small for it.

However, it was a little different from the usual ghosts.

‘……It's connected.’

Unlike the ghosts that fluttered in the air like kites with their strings cut.

Those two, Gamu's soul and the Sword Saint's soul, were connected to the body.

Of course, the Sword Saint's soul was not connected to Gamu's body, but was stretched out long like a string leading somewhere far away.

Seeing that, Seonghyun muttered for some reason.

“……I wonder if it’ll work?”

At Seonghyun's words, Helena, who had exhausted all her energy, smiled elegantly and said with a playful voice that didn't match her smile.

“That sounds fun, let's try it.”

It was clear that they would be defeated if things continued as they were.

It was a situation where they felt they had to try something.

Seonghyun looked at the Sword Saint, who was performing a sword dance among the vassals in the distance, and readjusted his grip on his sword.

And.

“Sssseup.”

He took a deep breath and quickly moved his feet.

As his overwhelming physical stats kicked off the ground.

Seonghyun's footprints were deeply embedded in the earth, and just as the Sword Saint raised his sword to block the instantly charging Seonghyun.

Seonghyun reached out his hand.

“……?”

Not a sword, but a hand?

In the incomprehensible situation, the Sword Saint did not miss the opportunity and was about to cut off Seonghyun's entire arm when he felt a pain that constricted his soul.

“Keoheok?!”

An equally incomprehensible pain.

But what was even more bizarre.

Was the emotion that welled up with the pain.

‘W-why do I, do I want to he-help that guy!?’

Just moments ago, he had been blinded by jealousy and filled with hatred.

Why did he now want to help him?

In the midst of this incomprehensible phenomenon, Seonghyun grinned and muttered.

“So this does work?”

“W-what in the world is…is this!?”

The Sword Saint muttered, unable to understand.

Seonghyun looked at the Sword Saint and said,

“Go back to your own body.”

With that cry, the Sword Saint felt his soul being pulled out, and it was ejected from Gamu's body as if thrown.

-Kuaaaaaaaah!!