Reinhardt did not use the sword in his hand, but twisted his body and blocked the blow with his scabbard. This acrobatic trick made Celses, who had delivered the blow, whistle. Show off your skills and chop and slash. Mythical sword fights take place here! In a flash, they turned around, and in an instant, the two of them swung hundreds of swords. Sisi attacks, Rhine defends. As swords flashed and sparks flew, the entire reception room was on the verge of collapse. “Can such swiftness be stopped…” In the Hero Council, Atomic Samurai clicked his bamboo stick, watching the swordsman duel with interest, his eyes burning with fire. He told his disciples: “Remember to watch carefully, this sword style is completely different from mine, it is a model based on speed, it is worth considering!” A master always has the heart of an apprentice. His students also nodded in obedience.

"But, teacher...if it were you, could you defeat this kendo master named Cecilus?" The eldest disciple Iaian still asked an interesting question. Is it possible for a teacher who is also a kendo master and can cut objects into atomic particles? "Tsk... this topic is meaningless." Atomic Samurai waved his hand: "A swordsman should be conceited. This topic should be left to others who don't pursue kendo." How can you talk about strength or weakness if you have never fought? It's not just Atomic Samurai who sees things clearly. This is especially true for Cecilus, the person involved. He looked at the screen. The two sword skills collided for just one second. However, Cecilus’s sight passed over the curtain of fighting. He did notice another detail. "Huh? Why isn't this guy dead?" The carefree swordsman was puzzled. He was very clear about the plot as he put himself in the role. He and Natsuki Subaru were far from being close friends. That is to say.. "Could it be that I have awakened a super strong defensive skill that can prevent everyone from suffering... That would be weird." The young man who was telling a stand-up comedy in a nonchalant manner held his chin in his hand and continued to watch. ——Then the question is, what can withstand the attack of the Sword Master? Questions confuse everyone who watches the highlights.

Fortunately, Harribel in the clip gave the answer. “This was done by Subaru-nii. …This throne seems to be protected by a powerful force. He didn’t tell us about this either.” The werewolf looked at Celses, whose hands were shaking like a comedian, and shook his head. Subsequently. With everyone's attention. Natsuki Subaru grabbed the scarf around his neck, stood up and said, "I've seen that attack of yours in the stolen goods warehouse. You will definitely be on guard." His expression was twisted and his smile was heartbreaking. It's been a long time since we met. Going in opposite directions at both ends of good and evil. The screen turned to Natsuki Subaru's sight. Everywhere he looked was gray. No color, no life. This was also the first time that all viewers truly witnessed the sight in Natsuki Subaru's eyes. In the eyes of ordinary people. The world is brilliant and beautiful. It is a world where temperature, warm colors and cold colors exist everywhere. It can even be said that even if you are color blind, you can still clearly distinguish everything except colors. But..King Purge didn't. His world is desolate. In this black and white world, it is impossible to find anyone. Now, in Subaru's eyes, the world has lost all its colors and is divided into only two colors. All lives, all the close ministers around me. In Natsuki Subaru's sight, there were only balls of black and white light. People, objects, paintings, furniture, gems, magic ore, blood, water, all are left in black and white. It is impossible to distinguish between blood and water, or between soup and poison. Everything was in black and white. A black and white scene. In such a world, there are a few things that Subaru can see the colors of. Subaru believed that those were true.

Subaru believes this, and everything else is false. Beatrice, yes. Emilia, yes. And there is one more, the only one, and there is one more. Anyway, Subaru didn’t believe anything other than that. Apart from those, everything is literally colorless. Only real people who are not lies. Only real people can decide whether Natsuki Subaru lives or dies. He had expected everyone present...that the Sword Master who chased here would have a different color. Unfortunately, it failed. He is also gray in color. So, King Sukcheong calmed down his anger. How could I be killed by a liar? The handwriting disappeared. "What on earth is...what is this!" Natsuki Subaru saw what the King of Purge could see, and felt confused and depressed, as if there was a rage in his chest that he couldn't release. Fortunately, this question is easy to answer. "You're such an idiot!" Betty said bluntly, "Don't you understand even now?" The color represents whether there has been a change, whether there is what Natsuki Subaru believes to be "deception". However, most lives are doomed to be black or white the moment they first enter the Purge King's sight. Only people who are consistent. Only those who never fade. They will be recognized by the King of Purge and will become the last daggers that Natsuki Subaru leaves for himself. "Subaru in this storyline is completely different from me," Roswaal said. He looked at this funny scene and narrated slowly, "However, compared to me, Subaru is more radical. Unlike me who wanted to wait until the teacher was freed before dying, Subaru, who was tortured by pain in this storyline, probably wanted to sleep peacefully." Words fall. All of King Purge's expectations were dashed. 【No one has color】 【In this long world, what can we expect...】 [Only them..]

After saying this, he retreated and exchanged greetings with Cecilus before leaving. Although he is also black and white, he is the most unpredictable person in King Purge. “Celses, do as you please. I’m no longer interested.” "I still don't quite understand, but it seems that I see things differently from the boss. Then let me accept this strong enemy with gratitude." "I see things differently...haha, no wonder. You're trying to make me laugh even when you're about to die." Not knowing what Celses' words had touched his funny bone, Subaru slapped his knees in delight. Then, the laughter stopped immediately. "You actually make me happy, Celses. I can't get along with you because you don't have any leverage." "I'm afraid of mayonnaise." "ha!" Celses’s arrogant attitude made Subaru smile with joy from the bottom of his heart. As Harribel hugged Natsuki Subaru and retreated, the swordsman with blue lightning stood in front of the swordsman. He laughed loudly: "--It's over, 'Sword Saint'. If you don't want it to end, please catch up and start over. Until then, the loyal subordinates of the 'Purge King' will stand in your way." Although King Suqing is indeed pitiful. But Cecils admitted. He might be enjoying this encounter a little bit. That’s right... on this road to becoming the Heavenly Sword. [That was in the not-so-distant past.] As the words fell, the scene suddenly changed and several memories were inserted. It is mainly based on the memories of King Sukchun. This is the death-fearing King of Purge, one of the few subordinates willing to die multiple times in order to surrender. That was when a young man named Cecilus first met Natsuki Subaru. "The leader of the nine generals, Cecilus." "Oh, yes... it's me. Do you want to get acquainted with me? Well... although it's not a loss, your outfit is too creepy, so please allow me to refuse." Novel No. 50-0- "If I want you to resign from your position as a Nine God General, what bargaining chips do I need?" ... Come to think of it, that encounter seemed like a dream.

The Purge King, who was about to leave with the shadow, looked at the mass of ash blocking his way and smiled happily. He still remembers the story. "Although I'm a popular person, if you want to easily persuade others to rebel, you must be prepared to be executed as a spy. Well, this job is still quite good for me, so I'll have to let you go first. How about we talk about this topic again after I live for 100 years?" As he said this, a sharp blade came out of its sheath. The flying head and the reflection falling to the ground became the last memories of the Purge King. My vision is blurred. After waking up again.