Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 238

Published at 4th of February 2022 12:03:36 PM

"Rain, emergency! Save...... Kuck!"

A wizard standing on the outer wall hit the shield and split his body in half.

It was cut on a blade of spirit floating in the air.

Not a single, two, or ten, but a hundred or so black blades were moving in accordance with Murakan's will in the air.

Scream spread whenever the blade danced. Someone was out of breath, torn flesh, and mutilated. Even the valiant white-lang warriors were dazed at the scene of the massacre.

I said I can't run away.]

Murakan is a silent talker who sees a group of wizards running out of the outer wall.

The blade of the black knife hit their backs as soon as the horse fell. Several other wizards died without even a death cry.

The image of Murakhan in the black blades of a seven-star magician's protective shield was unparalleled.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!

a roar

A fear that the mere hearing will cool down the bone and melt away the flesh.

At the roar of Murakan, men sat down and shut their ears, and the warriors of the Baengnang and Red-Ho raised their weapons reflexively.

I didn't raise it to face it.

I was just inspired by the instinct to cover my body and stop it somehow. Unlike the Red-Ho tribe, the Baengnangs glared at Murakan with their eyes open, but they couldn't help but tremble like a scared dog.

The King of Heaven.

A term once used by other dragons to refer to Murakan. Indeed, Murakhan was showing the dignity to match him.

If the aim was simply to "treat," the fight was no different than it was already over. They stopped destroying the castle because they had to save the people, not because they lacked strength.

'Crazy......'

Jean looked up at Murakhan with an absurd face.

Are you really saying that he's that stupid black dragon who was looking for a Chunghwa house or strawberry pie?

"Jeon Sung-ki, there's a reason why you've been talking about it in your prime. If 40 percent is at this level, when you get all your strength back......it would be as good as my father or my brother.'

I was actually a little worried until I arrived at the Oterium. I thought Murakan had regained his strength, but I couldn't be sure if it would be possible for the two of them to deal with them.

But I didn't have to worry anymore. All four nine-star wizards are in the main camp. It seemed that he and Murakhan would never get into trouble.

'The only problem is what the captured people are doing, that's all.

It's been half a year since they tested it in the Holy Land. Every month, more than 100 people and soldiers from the Holy Land are captured in their strongholds and become experiments.

According to Vittura, at least 600 people have been brought here so far. Probably more than that. And not a few of them are safe.'

Several people had to remain sober. Testimony was impossible if they were all in complete bio-golems and had no choice but to kill and take them.

He began to move his steps.

Jean looked at first glance like an intruder as she was invoking Multa's run in a black robe, but the wizards who were puffing and puffing did not catch Jean.

The castle was collapsing due to the sudden attack of the Black Dragon, so I just ran to live.

Rather, Jin caught a wizard trying to pass him. asked, prostrate, thrusting a knife into his neck.

"Where did you house the Holy People?"

"Mo, I don't know."

Pooo

Stabbed without hesitation. It wasn't a gin for the wizards of Kinselo to have a bit of sympathy or pity.

So I grabbed three wizards and asked the same question and handled it, but no one knew.

'You've locked the sub-magician in a place you don't know.'

When I clenched my teeth and lowered the collapsed outer wall, I saw humans and water people leaving the introverted entrance.

There were two faces I knew. Chukon Toldor and Susan Lilitha. They were seen screaming and giving instructions with their veins set around their necks.

"Magicians of Grade 1 and above, prepare the regimen magic!"

"The fugitives will die in my hands! It's impossible to get out of that black dragon's eye anyway, somehow draw his attention while I'm on the defensive!"

"Until Lord Cho is ready, we must hold out somehow!"

Both Susan and Chukon were sweating.

More than two hundred wizards who died on the outer walls, they must be feeling more. the formidable power of the Murakhan.

'Cold Joe, he must have been in the castle, too.'

It was unlikely that it would be harmful to Murakan, who was preparing something.

Jean dodged their eyes and began to move close to the darkness of the shade. And as soon as he entered the corridor, he ran into a group of Red Tiger warriors who were just running out.

'One, two, five.'

By counting the numbers, he exuded the energy of the Ming dynasty. The Red-Ho warriors suddenly backed off trying to lay down their weapons, and Sigmund was already infused with the brain.

Scrape!

The lightning struck the enemy. Although they were already terrified by the Murakan outside, there was nothing they could do with the energy of the Ming Dynasty.

Four burned to death and one cut off his arm and grabbed him. And asked the same question as I did to the wizards.

"Gee, underground camps. But right now, Joe's calling up the subjects....there is!"

"What does that mean?"

"You, experimenters with the same energy as you...….”

the energy of the Ming dynasty

An ominous premonition was in place.

Kinselo, they're restoring the Ming dynasty. The rising repulsion, Qin fluttered his eyes and grabbed the enemy by the collar.

"Heeek, save me! Help me! I told you everything!"

"In the front, to the camp."

"Yes, yes!"

The Red-Ho crawled on the floor, foaming at the mouth. Jean looked around and moved along with him.

At one point or another, no one caught Jean. As soon as Murakan's attack began, most of the troops in the castle rushed out.

"Here you are! Well, I managed them. That, uh, it won't be long."

Footprints filled the hall leading to the underground camp. Human footprints, more than a few hundred of them at once.

It was a sign that the cold Joe had siphoned them off.

The entrance to the camp was open. Squirt! Cut off the necks of the Red Rangs, and run down to check inside. Then he was going to follow the footsteps.

The interior, unlike the name of the camp, was closer to the wizards' lab. Glass bottles and booklets containing all kinds of solutions rolled around the floor, and open iron bars were everywhere.

It was larger than the main hall. As soon as Joe was about to judge that he had taken every single one of them, he heard a woman's voice.

"Are you, the one sent by King Seong? The Black Dragon outside?"

The woman's eyes were trembling with fear, but the will of those who were ready to die was reflected.

"I ask the question. Tell me what happened to the people. Did all the cold Joe take you?"

Judging from her white study uniform, she seemed to have been experimenting with the people here until just now.

When Jean was about to thrust a knife in and frighten her, she looked up her hands.

"I'm a saint of the Dawn Wagon. His name is Muzal Scylla, a first-class new officer under King Seong. I entered the Dark Wizard Society three years ago, following your orders, and now I'm a researcher here. Since I became a researcher, security has been too high to contact my country.”

"You want me to believe that?"

Then the woman opened the pendant and showed a pattern.

a dormant volcano Jin, who looks at the woman alternately with the patterns of the dormant volcano.

"I also have a lot of questions for you, but I can't afford to talk long. Explosive magic has been activated in the lab. Look at the floor.”

A white wizard was just forming on the floor. It was a kind of alert magic that the Dark Wizard's wizards had set up in case of this.

"In five minutes, the lab will disappear without a trace. We need to save the rest of the people."

"Where are you?"

"There is an underground passage that only researchers know about. Of the 823 people who were captured as subjects, 813 were now combat-type bio-golems and followed Joe."

"What?"

"When the shut-down of the lab begins, the mana filler disappears. Then we can't save the remaining 10."

a gain on talent

When Mutual opened the floor like a door, the secret space was revealed.

In the space leading to the underground passageway that only researchers knew, ten humans were seen drooling and drooling.

They were the people of the Holy Land.

"We have to save them. Why don't you go back to the Holy Land empty-handed? Maybe this is your last chance. If we can't take these survivors to the Holy Land...….”

As Mutual said, only ten people were able to testify.

'Should I trust her?'

Maybe he's trying to survive.

While agonizing for about three seconds, a familiar noise suddenly came from outside.

Currrr, Urrrrrrr...…!

It sounded very distant because of the distance, but Jean could tell at once.

It was definitely the sound of a brainstorm. It is distinct from natural thunder or lightning.

They were the source of Joe's bio-golem noise, which restored the Ming dynasty.

"Joe started to move the biogolems. No matter how great the black dragon outside is, it can't last long. You don't know, but Joe's got the...….”

"You imitated the Ming dynasty, and you're biogolized?"

"How can I. Did you get that information from your country?”

"Hoo, damn it. All right. Mutual Scylla, I'll trust you. Ten witnesses have to be saved no matter what. Is there a way?"

"All I have to do is move the magic stuff into the secret aisle.”

"Is this it?"

The gin indicated a steel can connected by a transparent tube.

a nod-nodal

She was hit by King Seong's spy. In the meantime, when the experimental group was destroyed by the sudden attack, and the only people who could testify were on the verge of death, they were stamping their feet.

She had no resources to move this heavy instrument into the aisle. It was a weight that could not be moved even by the strength of five-star fighters.

Flash!

Jean picked up the instrument and moved it to the aisle at once.

"You should come in and wait a little. Now I have no choice but to pray to Ayula so that he will not be harmed by the Black Dragon. From now on, I will inject all my mana into the people, and as soon as I finish, you take them and escape.”

"No. I have to go outside a little, so take responsibility and keep the people alive.”

"When Joe doesn't know you exist, wouldn't it be better to escape quietly? He can fly, so he'll be able to get away in the future."

"How am I supposed to escape with as many as ten dragons?"

"It can give out the beasts that the Dark Wizard has tamed."

I knew how shameless it was to tell Jean to run away with Murakhan's safety. But for her, it was her last chance to send a witness to the Holy Land.

"The Holy Land is important, but he comes first to me. We cannot help the Holy Land alone, even ignoring the possibility of Murakhan going wrong."

"......okay. I was rude."

"I understand. I'll be back as soon as I can."

"May Ayula's gaze touch you and the Black Dragon."

Knock, knock!

Jean who closes the entrance to the secret passage and turns around.

He knew the power of the Ming dynasty better than anyone else. If the 813 bio-golems were really "similar" restoration of the Ming dynasty, no matter how much Murakhan it was, it was dangerous.

As soon as he went out again, what came into his sight.

There were thousands of brainwashes that covered the sky.

Chapter end