The Swordsman of the Gods

099. God Soul Part I

Yongchun's attention shifted towards a man who momentarily made him curious. Yongchun then decided to follow along while the figure had not gone far.

“Hey, where are you going?”

Someone who knew him came. Ears of the Gods, a Russian-speaking man but now he matches his language with the people of this region.

“What is that person you mean?” yongchun thought as he pointed towards the man.

“Hm, honestly I'm not sure but it's possible. And be careful because we do not know if he came in peace or not.”

“I know.”

“The arrival is almost at the same time as you. I feel a bad feeling about this.”

“It was you who invited him with murder,” ketus Yongchun.

He accelerated his steps naturally. Sometimes he glanced in the other direction but he remained focused on his target.

A foreign man with a scarf wrapped around his neck. Her clothes were a little tight, out of nowhere that person came from. But for sure, the man did not suspect that someone was following him.

Though the existence of Yongchun is quite clear, especially at this time. But not with the God's Ear, he hid the air of his existence.

The dark sky lowered his gaze. The puddle of water that was stepped on made his feet wet splashed with water. At that time, the situation was quite calm. The figure of the man who was being followed had stopped stepping when faced with the wall.

Being at a dead end. It turned out that the bad premonition of the God's Ear was right. The figure of the man then looked back with a cynical look.

“I've been expecting something.”

Yongchun did not speak the words God's Ear, he was just being vigilant while holding one of his swords.

“You looking for something?” ask the man.

“Just ask. Who are you?” Yongchun replied with a question.

“I'm just a traveler who happens to pass by. There are many people who hold swords. Thank goodness someone understands my language.”

That language is quite foreign. Which is often used by western people, therefore Yongchun also understood a little. Unlike the God's Ear, this man spoke Russian, a unique yet incomprehensible language because it was too difficult to spell.

“Travelers? Your only destination is to go on vacation?”

Again Yongchun asked, he was about to confirm something but it seemed that the man no longer intended to talk.

Taps, tap!

The originally calm puddle of water started flowing towards the direction where the man was walking. Slowly the puddle of water looks like it was lifted.

“This illusion?”

He was lifted up and then formed a long spear. A breeze of wind blew westward, showing the figure of a man who was no longer the same.

Ctarrs!

Lightning blaring. The sky started to darken and it was getting darker. It was almost invisible around.

“God Soul rise,” murmur Gods Ears.

He seems to be starting to realize something. Then Yongchun drew his sword, preparing for the attack.

“I said, I'm just a traveler. Looks like you guys have no intention of letting me go.”

A larger figure, whether it's a spirit or something. Now Yongchun could see it firsthand, the deep blackish color being a sign of the possession of the body of a god.

“Tu—”

Ctangs!

Before Yongchun explained it, it was precisely the spear that attacked Yongchun ferociously. The spear could not be touched at all, like water was about to fall.

Blank!

One step after another, stepping on the rising puddles. Their weapons clashed against each other with stiff movements. Because the road is wet and also narrow makes it difficult for them to move.

Sir!

The God's ears clenched both his hands forward. The buzzing of the voice was heard softly and after a while his voice grew louder and pointed at the man and the weapon.

The figure of the man referred to as the God Soul or the trapped God Soul had faced off against them, he started to concentrate attacks on the God Ear.

His steps were swift as if hovering, attacking him with a pointed spear tip.

“You! I have no intention of fighting you. But can we talk for a minute?” sahut Yongchun's.

But his words were not touched at all, then the Soul of God again attacked him.

The resulting incision is not how but difficult for them to avoid. The sound produced through his hearing also collapsed little by little the spear weapon.

Black flames were burning all over Yongchun's sword blade.

“And I borrowed this from those who passed earlier.”

Yongchun himself admitted that he had picked up two swords belonging to someone in the crowd before this. But, was it capable of being used to attack him?

The shat!

Yongchun used both swords that were blazing with black flames, slashing his wide-open back and his blood was flowing profusely.

“You intend to kill me apparently? I am just a traveler!”

Coming from behind, the flooded water formed several sharp weapons and hit Yongchun's back on target.

“Wait! Nah! Stopit! I have no intention of killing you! That was—!”

Yongchun's attempt to talk to him for a while became futile. When the Soul God had darkened its eyes, the sky was as dark as it was now.

The Blood Soul God made the puddle of water completely turn red. Thick and a little thick.

Taps! Taps!

Yongchun leaped backwards, his position turning around with the Soul God. And the two swords he borrowed were smashed into pieces.

The God's ear shot towards the gunman, he approached with a palm touching the upper chest.

“Quick heart rate. Looks like you're panicking. And you want to leave immediately after finding a gap from us, huh?”

The power of the energy in flowing into the palm, momentarily narrowed and then extends all over the body of the man.

Dash!

Suddenly surprised. The spear weapon was destroyed and he was pushed back against the wall as well as Yongchun there. To the extent that there are shocks that make around people realize this.

“Hey, I don't know why you're here other than the killing you've been feeling. We are of the same fate, or rather a different kind from ordinary warriors,” whispered Yongchun while locking his movements.

“Ukh, you! Why should I trust you! The one who wants to kill me is the enemy!” his screeches.

The pool of water that changed color to red lifted up and formed a dagger which he then grasped.

Cracks!

The soul of the God pierced Yongchun with it right at the upper waist. Yongchun, however, pressed his hands together, which locked the man's movements.

“Sounds like it doesn't work for you, yeah.”

He then looked up at the sky. Staring at him and muttering, “Rain! Deras!”

Right after he said that, a torrential rain just fell. The soul that was residing again appeared and immediately many thorns were ready to hit.

“Basic!” yongchun shouted and kicked him in the back. He went away and away from the soul figure residing in the body of the Soul God.

“I won't let you kill me!”

The wind blew louder, turning the rain down the other direction. In the darkness of a path, his body disappeared like a smokescreen.