“Keukeukeukeu.”
“A great knight.”
“It has been an honor.”
With that, the ghosts no longer rushed at him, showing proper etiquette. Though having been battered, they acknowledged their defeat.
‘Seems like even though they have been ghosts and specters for a long while, they still retained some of their codes even after death.’
Weed checked on the state of his body.
63% remaining HP.
Thanks to the Power to Deny Death, the base health was enormous.
He shed the Talrock Armor and Divine Integral Rings and such; and in their places, he wore the armor made of the dragon’s bones as well as the Payrote’s Ring, which increases his mana recovery.
Normally, he maintained all of his equipments in their best state by means of repairing. Thanks to his constant care, though having been through a lot just now, their Durability were still above 80%. Now he donned a much harder armor that was made from dragon’s bones.
The Durability of the sword was still at 75%.
‘It’s enough.’
Weed turned away from the stairs in front of him. And from behind, the Ghost Knights rushed with their swords swinging in slow motion.
“It hurts!”
“Wh…why is this plaguing us!?”
The knights and soldiers clamored and struck.
They were barely hanging on and were suffering.
They passed through the gateway after having climbed the stairs in order to pit themselves against Weed.
Weed did not speak of an answer.
‘I have never refused any quests, monsters, or challenges to fight.’
Back on Continent of Magic, Weed did not know how to refrain himself.
If it was something obtrusive, whether they were people or monsters, he simply shattered and pierced through all.
Smash everything, crushes all.
Those were the days where he would stand alone amongst all those eradicated.
On the stairs of the fourth floor leading to the top, that disposition of the Jeonshin Weed was resurrected.
***
Jeong Ilhun was staring at the phone.
“The time for the phone to ring is coming.”