Wipe Out Everything With a Counter Attack Power of 10000000000

127. Myth (3)

The four gods and their three hundred servants were oxidized in thin air, and only one day passed.

Bell continued to swing his sword. Until the sensation in my hand goes beyond tingling and becomes numb.

His blue hair was covered in sweat.

Belle pushed back her hair and wiped away the sweat with a towel.

A black shadow fell over Belle’s head.

Belle raised her head.

“….”

I saw Yuma’s face looking down at me.

They say he became a god. In his opinion, he looked no different from before. He must be hiding his energy to look like that.

Belle thought so and opened her mouth.

“It’s late, a little too much this time.”

6 months.

Yuma knew that Bell was talking about that long gap.

Yuma postponed answering Bell’s words. She sat down on the seat next to her.

It was a bench prepared for resting in the training hall.

“It’s okay. Clone, Hestia, and Her Majesty Brigitte… everyone trusted and waited for Yuma.”

Belle continued speaking in a calm tone, as if nothing had happened.

“Me too.”

Belle said this while wiping the sweat from her forehead.

Pink eyes looked directly at Yuma.

Of course, I said this, but there were countless things I wanted to say.

There was a feeling of extreme defeat.

The force that Yuma showed yesterday.

The force he had wielded just now—

No, I began to distrust the sword I had wielded all my life.

Worthless.

Helplessness.

Yuma had a vague guess that Bell had begun to distrust him.

Yuma felt the need to relieve that anxiety.

“Your direction is not wrong, Bell.”

You can’t be wrong in the first place.

There was a very small chance that Bell would get something wrong about the sword.

Because Belle was the greatest talent Yuma had ever seen.

As Yuma became a god, his power became closer to reality rather than an illusion, but Yuma still believed that the power he needed at the last moment was not himself, but his colleagues, including Bell and Clone.

Yuma slowly raised his right hand.

And he pointed his hand towards Bell.

Red light flowed from Yuma’s hand.

[Grant ＜Blessing of the God of War＞ to ‘Bell’.]

The same red light that appeared in Yuma’s right hand bloomed in the form of a red flower behind Bell’s back.

＜Blessing – Grants divine power＞

The strength and speed of a being endowed with divine power. In other words, it was the ability to rapidly increase overall physical ability.

God’s blessing.

The word authority was more appropriate than ability.

Belle felt a sense of fullness rising from her toes.

It was a stronger power than when it was given power by Brigitte’s divine protection, ＜Emperor Song＞.

A feeling of fullness on a different level.

I felt omnipotent, as if I could do anything.

A red air current rose like a haze from Bell’s whole body.

Yuma slowly opened his mouth.

“I gave you my divine power. I trust you. Because you trust me, the granting of my divine power is possible.”

Yuma raised his right hand and spoke while caressing Bell’s cheek.

Yuma’s words did not contain the slightest lie.

‘Protection’ requires mutual trust.

Other gods grant divine protection only through the faith that humans or outsiders have in them.

In comparison, the ＜Blessing of the God of War＞ now granted to Bell, which was based on the premise of mutual trust, was bound to have a powerful effect.

And the fact that the name that Yuma developed into a divine name was Mushin was a great advantage to Bell.

name.

In some ways, the divine name has more influence on this world than the essence of God.

Martial God.

Yuma extends his fist to bestow protection in the name of the enlightened god, the god of war. swing the sword It is inevitable that it will be applied as a powerful effect to the warriors who throw out their spears.

Yuma was maximizing the granting of godhood.

As much as Bell’s body, who has built up the courage to become a Grand Sword Master, can handle.

“Try moving.”

A red air flowed over Bell’s whole body.

Yuma continued.

“It means to practice swordsmanship.”

Bell moved according to Yuma’s words. A huge flame bloomed all over her body.

Belle pulled out a sword from her waist.

Sereung─

I swung my drawn sword.

Bell’s sword dance was performed in an outdoor dance hall.

Cut. Stab. swing it

The series of processes is repeated. A strange yet powerful thing hovering over my body. A cold knife yet warm power. A red flame surrounding itself.

The ＜Blessing of the God of War＞ granted by Yuma led Bell’s body and spirit to the beyond.

Sigh!

stepping on the ground

He continued to swing his sword. The blue sword that was thrown out horizontally was overlaid with the divine power protection of a red air current granted by Yuma.

What surprised Bell was that the increase in physical stature felt more powerful than the sharpness of the sword.

A strong sense of breaking away from the limitations of the human body swept through my mind.

Transcendence, the state beyond.

I hope the bell rings. I aspired to do it again, but I was always unable to overcome it. The inevitable limitations of the human species have held Bell back every time.

But this time was different. The ＜God of War＞ granted by Yuma allows him to surpass his body.

In front of Bell, who was swinging his sword in a trance. The familiar remnants of a red air current were seen.

‘no… .’

Belle slowly shook her head inwardly. Extending a sword blade ahead of her before her eyes, she was an illusion that looked exactly like herself.

As if showing a more efficient sword route ahead of time. Geomro, one breath ahead, appeared to be in succession.

Hwan-wan continued to walk one beat faster than Bell, as if he were having a question-and-answer session or a battle of moves.

Bell was able to easily conclude what this vision was talking about.

Find the best path.

If you can’t, follow this sword path.

‘The essence of illusion is me.’

A decision that Bell should have made.

Take that judgment out of your mind and show it before your eyes.

Bell saw through the mechanism of the red illusion at once.

This ＜Blessing of the God of War＞ not only gave Belle great strength while it was maintained, but also gave numerous additional effects. Like now, showing Geomro’s options in advance. It also had effects such as detecting enemies coming from afar.

It is literally a blessing that raises one’s potential as a warrior to its maximum.

Belle saw the new world for what felt like a split second.

‘If it’s this much power… .’

He may have been able to quickly kill the demigod-level god he had previously hunted in a life-or-death struggle.

Bell made that objective judgment.

Soon, the ＜Blessing of the God of War＞ completely disappeared from Bell’s body. It’s like a blazing bonfire dying out with a flickering flame.

“… Sorry.”

Belle suddenly let out an apology.

“If we were a little stronger, we wouldn’t have to become gods.”

Yuma was speechless at Bell’s words.

god.

So, why did it get to the point where it transcended humanity and became a god?

And that too, a god with a very mad name called Martial God.

Looking at the actions of the foreign gods, who were most likely the ones who brought him here, there was a high probability that as long as he performed his role properly, he would somehow be made into a god.

Yuma would have ultimately chosen to become a god in order to survive here.

Belle and Clone.

Brigitte and Hestia.

And in order to protect all the remaining members, he would eventually become a god.

In the end, it was inevitable.

To become a god yourself.

Yuma took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped Belle’s face, which was covered in sweat again. Pink eyes looked straight at Yuma.

“I had to become a god to protect you guys anyway. To drive them out.”

Bell raised his right index finger and poked Yuma’s cheek.

Tuk… Tuk…

“Yuma is a god… the master becomes a god. Is this really true… haha. But his cheeks look just like a human.”

“Yes, there is no need to worship unnecessarily.”

Bell slowly lowered his index finger from poking his cheek and gently grabbed Yuma’s chin.

And fix your gaze.

It hit me in the face.

The smell of Belle’s sweat and body scent came in at the same time.

Yuma did not express the scent of his efforts.

Pink eyes stared intently at Yuma.

Belle slowly opened her lips.

“No, if you’ve done that much, you deserve some respect.”

Bell continued.

“Wouldn’t that be better for a god?”

What Bell said was not wrong. How to increase the mythical power of Middle-earth that Seong-eum mentioned. There were countless ways to increase faith in Yuma, the main god.

Bell thought as he looked at Yuma, who was quietly listening to what he said.

‘Shall we take just one more step from here?’

Kissing each other.

Wouldn’t that be forgivable if you were in a messed up mental state like you are now?

Thinking like that, I took one more step.

He moved his face.

Tuk… .

Literally a kiss of the mouth.

A very crude touch.

“Ha, ha! I lost my footing!”

Nevertheless, Bell made an exaggerated gesture by waving his right arm widely. Even thinking about it myself, it was such an unexpected action.

The middle of that awkwardness.

A word came from the side.

“Yuma-sama, Sister Bell.”

A girl with black hair and golden eyes, Clone, appeared.

Belle made a blank expression for a moment, then opened her mouth very slightly.

“Look, did you see it?”

Clone tilted his head. The black hair was flowing.

“What?”

The eyes were smiling brightly.

“I just suddenly felt a powerful energy coming from here and walked towards me. It felt like Yuma-sama’s power.”

Yuma nodded slowly.

“…That’s right. Ah, Clone, it would be good for you to receive my blessings too.”

Clone looked at Yuma and smiled.

“I understand. Yuma.”

Bell looked at the back of the clone approaching Yuma.

The situation itself was so hectic that I had no idea who was around me when I did it.

I couldn’t figure out the intention behind Clone’s smile just now.

‘Ji, maybe I really didn’t see it?’

Thinking so, Belle sat on the bench and sighed softly.