The Swordsman of the Gods

058. Reply Attack!

The snake dragon with its fiery body fell down after the poison from Niao's fangs worked. In a life and death position, the hell creature is now silent.

“Hey, you!” Niao called out to Yongchun who had been glancing at the snake dragon.

His focus was split as Niao called out in an irritated tone. Yongchun turned his head and saw what was inside Niao at this moment.

The black emotions and aura were burning, there were no souls there. None of them.

“You're real alive or not?” ask Yongchun.

“What do you mean say that. Hurry up or she'll wake up again. Because I made him die, then soon he rose,” said Niao.

Yongchun let out a tired sigh, and he rode without hesitation. A few questions about Niao started flowing in his head, and what was in this hell realm really did not make him understand. Trying to understand just ends up deadlocked.

How could he possibly train to control his strength if the place was this way.

“I know what you're thinking right now.”

Niao also understood the cause due to the uneasiness Yongchun felt. They flew out of the cave, and towards the vast stretches of nature. Eve fire burst out, sparks, the smell of blood, pus and others mixed.

Yongchun felt things like this again, certainly making him nauseous but he endured it as much as possible. Because they do not want to be a burden in a nature that is not easy to understand.

They are in the stomach of a creature. The flame looks like stomach acid that will melt it until it is crushed like a porridge.

“I see you have no soul. All I feel is your great aura, Niao. That's a little weird to me. Especially I can't predict when you die,” Yongchun explained.

“Yes, obviously you think so. You already know that we who have lived in hell for a long time, are neither alive nor dead. Why are you thinking about this? Though it has nothing to do with you. And doesn't that mean, you can't see or feel when I die, that's a good thing?” thought.

“You mean, you don't think you're going to die?”

“Of course! I am a demon, different from a weak human like you!” insinuations.

Yongchun looked up at the ceiling, he took off his blindfold and a black tinge came rushing out until it fell down.

He blinked, then the power flowing in both eyes instantly moved into both hands. It was as if it was forming an empty weapon.

“You mean, control, is it like this?”

Niao glanced and felt the aura getting smaller.

“Why can you do in a short time?” asked Niao in disbelief.

“Because I saw that obscure creature fighting with you. When he came out, the power came out as necessary and as he swam inside, his own strength and existence vanished instantly,” Yongchun said as he clenched his strong hand, the power sharpened.

“It was probably due to the influence of the hell sea. Didn't I too when I went inside? Well, whatever way you've been using it, as long as it affects you.”

“Then, what do you mean by, "Body of Gods?", I don't really understand.” Yongchun asked.

“Yes, I mean none other than the eyes you have. The point is, even if only the eyes are visible, but since childhood you have a god body,” said Niao does not sound like mere nonsense.

“I used to not be like this. All I did was sharpen my sword and technique to cheat with the sword,” Yongchun said shamelessly in his own disgrace.

“There's a reason I should do that anyway, because if it's not certain things there are more chaotic. Crushed mess.” Slowly Yongchun's voice was low.

Niao sighed before he finally spoke something that sounded serious.

“For once, there was a figure referred to as "Commander of Hell", I didn't quite understand what he meant. But what I do know is that the figure was transformed as a human being and lived in the world there. Maybe the same world as you.”

“Suddenly telling a story like that. I'm gonna listen to history at length, huh? Although I am smart but that does not mean I like to listen,” said Yongchun, raising his shoulders.

“Have heard. Because I wish that figure had been near you before. I mean, when you were in your world. You know, that figure was originally just like us. Using black magic or what it's called.”

Yongchun was silent. The only thing that came to mind upon hearing Niao's words, was the Demon Art.

“I don't understand what black magic is or anything like that but I think I've heard of this. Devil Art, that's how we call it. That's a taboo thing in our world, but not with hell realm, right?”

“Ya, that's right.” Niao nodded.

“What figure do you mean, always giving off strange powers with scar-like strokes?” ask Yongchun.

“It ..” Niao's face looked agitated. However, before he answered her, a voice ripped their ears from behind.

The birds are back. Attacking them or rather Yongchun was their target. Just then, Niao immediately sped up his movements, the two wings threw the wind down and made him soar upwards.

“I didn't think it would be like this. Not outside or inside is the same, yes.”

He turned around in the position he was still riding on Niao. Pulling both swords and looking forward to their arrival.

“Hey, what are you doing?!”

“You keep flying. I hate them for what he did to me earlier,”, Yongchun said.

One of them pointed at him, without a second thought Yongchun leaped onto his body. The bird's body was shocked, momentarily unbalanced, and they almost fell down.

“Hey, you! Basis—”

How surprised Niao was to see Yongchun so rashly. Just now he stabbed the body of the bird and then moved to another bird and did the same thing next.

With a proud mind, Yongchun used the birds as a foothold in the air and then after he killed without mercy. Although they would rise again because they were hellish beings, Yongchun still felt relieved.

The shrieks of the birds sounded extremely loud, but nothing more than the roar of the dragon he had previously encountered. Maybe the reason they voiced it was because they saw their friends fall down one by one.

“Sorry only. Because you can't die, so I can do this, right? I've killed someone far more sensitive than you!”

A slashh!

Lastly, the remaining bird was beheaded by Yongchun. He then deliberately dropped himself and kept holding both of his swords.

“Stupid man!”

Niao was chasing him. So that Yongchun's body won't fall on the fiery ground.