The Swordsman of the Gods

131. Guilt and Responsibility

Nia stopped Yongchun's steps, then pulled Nia's arm and held her slowly.

“Ah, sister Asyura?”

“Do not bear the burden on your shoulders again. Had enough. You do not need to do anything,” said Yongchun.

“But what about sister? We're going to get out of this place, aren't we?” ask Nia.

“Unfortunately not.” Yongchun shook his head. “I came here to stop this war. Especially the Black God Soul that was on my body. Can say—”

“Take responsibility?! So?” sahut Nia shouted loudly. He seemed unwilling to leave her as he hugged Yongchun tightly.

“No I'll let you leave us. Relia's gone for saving me and the baby. But you're still just gonna leave?” babble Nia lowered her head, reluctant to be seen by Yongchun who was close to her.

“I don't want to! You didn't bury him first but you left?! Are you not sane! Brother!” he shouted back loudly.

Nia's rants always ended up blaming Yongchun but there was something behind all the harsh words that also made Nia cry.

“No! I won't let you leave us.”

“Temper Nia. I've whispered a sentence to Relia for the last time. He'll calm down even if I don't go to the funeral. I know it's rude, but if I don't leave now then a world without war won't exist.”

The deg!

Yongchun's words had already led to the road of death. Although Yongchun had told Nia about her being taken to hell or something, this was much different. He will be taken to hell because of the figure in it.

Nia's heart was pounding for some time when she heard this.

“What brother wants to kill himself! Because the Black God or whatever it is in big brother's body!?” nia shouted as she pulled on Yongchun's clothes and looked at him sharply.

“Silver feels guilty, right? Yes, I know! I do too. But you do not need to do that because you have sacrificed everything including your own best friend!” yelled Nia once more.

“Rather than suicide, I can't do that. Because he won't let it go,” Yongchun said as he looked at his palms.

“What?!” Romusha was surprised.

“I have to do something to him. That's why I have to stay away from a lot of people,” Yongchun said.

According to Romusha's observations, not many people would survive if they met the Black God, as has happened to Relia now. However, this time there was an unusual phenomenon that had occurred around him. Yongchun remained alive even though the soul of the Black God was inside his current body.

For Romusha, Yongchun must still be killed. However if Yongchun was in an unconscious state like the God Soul and God Ear before this. However, this case was slightly different from Yongchun who remained in his own consciousness.

Romusha had believed that Yongchun could do something to the Black God. Initially he was about to attack Yongchun was eliminated. Romusha again sheathed his sword.

“At least I don't need to fight for now. Because my sword does not amount to much,” Romusha.

Yongchun glanced to his right side, he then called out the name of someone fixed on the thickets there.

“Crow!”

Srek, srek!

The bushes shifted, appearing a black-robed man. He removed the hood of his robe, showing the face of an old man with gray hair.

“Why did you know I was there?” Bing He asked.

Most Bing He knew about the complicated situation that had occurred some time before. It was just that he still did not understand the talk of the Black God earlier.

“Please bring Relia to our country. Then forgive me for not taking her home, Crow.”

Crow would certainly obey Yongchun's orders. But there were a few things he wanted to ask Yongchun.

“Asyura.”

“I know what you want to ask,” said Yongchun frowning.

Bing He showed an unusual expression when he found his king weakened in this condition. Perhaps he did not know many bad things had happened to the king but still he understood the current situation.

“The Black God you are talking about must be related to the war we have been doing all along. Your first wife became a victim because of that, whose target is also your son.”

“Yes. Looks like you don't have to ask anymore.”

“No. There are things I want to ask and hope for you at the same time. Since I was hoping that you could return home in good health, would you go back to where you came from? ” said Bing He.

Yongchun turned his back on them and said, “I can't say it because I'm not sure myself.”

Breezy wind, a drop of blood smelled of rancid, a trembling body then gently flowing tears soaked a rough face would wound. As salt was sown on the wound, it grieved when he remembered the death of his wife. Not to mention that he had to bear the burden that was indirectly addressed to him.

Black God, it's really troublesome. Sometimes he wants to curse but it is free to do. Even killing himself alone could not be done because the Black God deliberately did maintain Yongchun's uncontrollable body.

Because, if Yongchun's body is dying instead of the Black God can control the body, he also gets the same reward. It was therefore also that the Black God used all means to defend Yongchun's body, or seduce him to be easily controlled through words.

“Just wait, I'll take control of this body of yours. Just chill. I am reliable,” said Dewa Hitam arrogantly.

***

The arrival of Bing He created awkwardness between them. The old man then turned to look at Nia by bowing his head he said a few words.

“I'm sorry I can't take care of you two. Moreover, my arrival is a little late,” said Bing He.

“Not your fault. It's your job to keep Bon .. and seeing you here does that mean Bon is here?”

“Yes. Looks like something changed.”

In some time Bing He looked at Romusha who was also staring at him. At first glance they both feel awkwardness and feel suspicious because of several things.

“No need to look at me. I know what you think.”

“Obviously, this is all because of "invitation",” reply Bing He then left.

Bing He went to meet Yongchun who at that time had no weapons on his waist or back at all. Luckily Yongchun had not gone away.

“Asyura! Where are you going without a gun?”

Yongchun's steps stopped. He glanced back without facing her. He let out a reddish flame with a slight bluish tint on his hand, which then gave rise to a sword.

Just by showing something like that. Bing He was amazed. He no longer asked her anything.