Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 237

Published at 4th of February 2022 12:03:37 PM

'Jipple will probably decide to be framed.'

There was no way that the power-wielding family, Jipple, would give up its status to the world, not to the whole country.

Even if it was a big blow to the image of "a family that protects justice and good," it was better to be framed with some people who would be lizards' tails.

If the image recovers again, it will be difficult to restore the prestige that has fallen once.

Even more so when there is a tough competitor named Looncandel.

"Jipple's four-horse race is currently held captive in Kinselo. I personally encouraged Kinselo's wizard, Chukon Tolderer, to do that."

When Jin briefly explained the situation when he recaptured the compass, Bittura opened his mouth (of course, he kept silent about the compass.

For Bittura, it was bound to be a series of shocks.

"That's why you've planned to use Carl Zipple, the four-horse race of Zipple. Now I understand Confucius' intentions. As Confucius said, Zipple would choose to be framed instead of Kinselo."

"Of course everything may not go my way. But I don't think it could be better. To raise the status quo of the Holy Land to the surface and to make a platform for them to step down."

BTO-RA who can't answer.

Originally, Bittura was about to lead the few remaining loyal subjects to the final battle.

The final goal was to somehow save Lani in the process and request protection from Looncandel, Vigung, or obscurity.

After that, I thought it was Laney's choice whether he was planning for the future with faint hope or he was hiding and ending the rest of his life.

But Jean came.

'Maybe this boy was sent by Ayula.'

One of the Looncandels, but not yet twenty-two-year-old backup jockey. No matter how extraordinary Jean was, if it had been her usual Bittura, she would never have reached out her hand. You just thought you were too young to leave this job.

"Prince Jean."

"Speak, Lord Bittura."

"Tell me what I and Laney are supposed to do.”

"I'll head to the old Oterium immediately. Sir, please continue to pretend to be the servant of the Zipple until I come back and protect Laney. You must not hand over Laney to anyone else. They're likely to use drugs or torture."

Zipple and Kinselo still want Laney to be at the end of the Feast by the phony King. So I'm going to play tricks to make Rani, who ran away, obedient.

"Don't worry about that."

"And Kinselo, please sort out the list of people who are attached to the Zipple. So that I can reveal it right away when I come back. Also, rally the remaining loyalties. There could be armed conflict."

"Okay."

"Prince Jean."

Rani approached Jean.

"A moment's fate has reached the fate of Vanquela. Now I can't help but sit back and wait for Confucius to return safely, but I'll make sure he pays me back."

"Hey, religious man. It's not too late to say thank you after we bring in the Holy Land. Just pray hard and wait. And did you say Bittura, now pretend to be a little hurt. Let us leave."

Squirt!

Before Jean could add words, Bittura suddenly cut off his arm.

"큭!"

Rani was frightened and immediately sanctified, but Bittura shook her head, pushing her away. Only when he was also injured could he explain the death of the Knights of the Golden Shield Society.

"Sir Vittura, but you don't have to cut your arm...….”

Vittura held out his sword to Jean.

"Take my sword as it is and escape. Your sword will be stored in a wooden box in the middle of the first floor. I'll send a chase as soon as you leave the door."

"I'll be back before the holidays are over."

"I wish you good luck."

* * *

It took a full day to retrieve the sword safely, beat the pursuers, and escape the Holy Land. It was because he was immediately wanted and could not use the mobile gate.

There are five days left until the end of the rain forest.

Qin had to rescue the people in it and return to the Holy Land.

'The schedule is a little tight.'

Whi-i-ing!

The huge wings of Murakan were cutting through the wind.

There were no restrictions on Murakan's flight because the Oterium was not part of the Rutero Magical Union.

Oterium, a land that was devastated after the temple of the Holy Land and was no longer inhabited, was now an unprotected area full of mana and the headquarters of the Dark Wizardry Society.

After learning the sword and the Ming sword, I entered the ranks of the real strong. By all means, it's impossible for Jean to break in there alone.

Andrey Zipple's archrival and Jini Ben Rolt Joe's brother, Cold Joe.

Faziron Henserk, a member of the Vision Academy, Chukon Tolder, Anz's cannabis, and Susan Lilletta, a lyricist of Lilithaga.

So the four were nine-star wizards identified as members of the Dark Wizard Society. Besides that, the seven or eight-star wizards were not even able to figure out how many were there, nor did they know what traps were lurking around.

[Are you nervous, kid?]

Jean burst out laughing.

"What are you doing when you're here?"

[Laughing] [Laughing out loud! That's right. You can't be afraid of a few wizards with this body.]

40%.

The power of Murakan that Missha has regained.

'If all the nine-star wizards were on standby, would it be possible for Murakan to overpower himself?'

Of course, it is unlikely that all nine-star wizards are on standby. Except for the cold group, the rest of them are captains of their respective groups and families, so unless something special happens, they will not stay at the main camp of the Dark Wizardry Society.

'Well, you'll know when you hit it. Judging from his confidence, I don't think he can.'

It was a night without even moonlight.

Looking down at the ground, there was only darkness. Who would have imagined that in the middle of this deserted land, where there were no people living and there were no lights, there was a headquarters of the Dark Wizardry Council.

Somewhere I heard the cry of an unknown demon, and Murakhan was gradually speeding up his flight.

[Little boy, we're almost there. I've done something cute for you, man.]

"Cuteness?"

[Discussed] [Discussed out. having both welcome and alarm effects.]

"Really? Of course I thought there would be a chasm. Can you release it?”

Then Murakan burst into laughter again.

[It just went through. Hahaha, didn't you know?]

lie

Jin, who tries to say that, turns around and swallows his breath.

There was a trace of chasm in the air that had just passed. The hidden magicians wandered in the air, broken, and the number was too many to count quickly.

How many magic crew are there? I just got this... You walked past me without a sound?'

Among the starry magicians, a black energy was creating a sense of incompatibility.

It was a sign of the spirit that Murakan carried out, breaking down the chain. And the lump of spirit was growing, sucking in nearby magic trunks.

It was 50 years ago that the sorceresses of the Dark Wizardry established themselves in the Oterium.

The Dark Wizardry Society has maintained this confrontation by changing the mana of numerous wizards for the past 50 years, but it has been no more than an ordinary wall for Murakhan.

"......you've put out that much energy without the time to prepare? Besides, crazy, what's that? It's not one lump?"

It wasn't just the place they had just passed.

There were embroidered with the same spirit dung that I had just seen throughout the sky. As if the fungus was being wiped out in its spirit, the whole world of confrontation was being wiped out.

With his mouth open for a moment, Chin was forced to look at Murakhan's back head and sky alternately.

What are you surprised at, a thousand-year-old contractor? You can do this enough, right?]

"That... ..yes."

If I have enough time, I can do as much as I can to create a crack on one side of the world...….

The back horse swallowed.

In the meantime, the Dark Magistrate's confrontation has completely disappeared, leaving no trace.

[Oh, there you are. That castle must be the origin of the junk.]

When the valley disappeared, a towering fortress was revealed in the middle of the dark plain.

The wizards in it won't even know that the confrontation is now gone.

[Little.]

"Uh."

[Let's hit it right away. There's probably no experimental victims on the outer walls. I'll tear down the outer walls, so you just go straight inside and find out where the people are. And if you find it, fire a flare immediately.]

"Okay. If more innocent people are found during the battle than the new ones, then they should be rescued, too. They are important witnesses who will reveal the truth of the Zipple."

[Don't worry] Hold on tight, I'm going to shoot your breath and then go straight down.]

Whoo....!

As Murakhan took his place in the air and breathed in, the spirit of the broken heart gathered into his mouth.

It's about 300 meters to the Castle of the Dark Magistrate and a bit far to breathe.

But it was enough distance for Murakan now. Assuming there were no new people in the castle, he was confident of destroying the castle in its entirety with a single breath.

Paaaaaaah!

A stream of black breath, tearing through the sky and flooding into the citadel, looked just like a black meteor.

Jean unconsciously swallowed dry saliva and stared back and forth in breath.

Naturally, when the focus was raised after the hitting point, Murakhan's breath was already hitting the outer wall. with another layer of chaff that had been wrapped around the fortress in a terrible tear.

Currrr....!

The outer wall collapsed and there was an earthquake, and a dust cloud that spread quickly swirled around the base of the fortress.

There was no room for admiration.

It was because the descent began as soon as the breath reached the outer wall. A descent so fast that the flesh covering his cheek was pushed out, Murakhan was simply passing through the collapsed outer wall in a blink of an eye.

"Argh!"

"Oh my God!"

I heard a scream. The sorcerer of the Dark Magician Society, who was guarding the outer castle, and the screams of the Suin of Kinselo.

They had fallen to the ground, barely holding on to the fallen debris, or had collapsed in a sudden uproar.

Whoo-hoo!

And from the wings of Murakhan's sheep, like a spear, hundreds of branches of spirit stretched out.

Young-gi pierced through the neck or chest of those who had luckily survived from their breath, and once more stabbed the bodies of those who had already lost their breath to confirm their deaths.

It's been less than 10 seconds since Murakan's attack.

More than two hundred wizards and Su-in have already died, and the fortress is half-broken, making it hard to find its former self.

Even Jean did not expect Murakan's martial arts, which regained 40 percent of his power, to be this great.

[Everyone who lives, be prepared to die. No one will be able to escape from me.]

While Murakan shouted like that, Jean jumped from his back and hid herself in confusion.

Chapter end