Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 278

Published at 4th of February 2022 12:02:32 PM

"Uh..."!

Bin was startled and looked around.

But the source of the strange resonant voice was in his head.

[What are you doing, Bin Branche?] Without taking it away right now!]

The voice that urges again, is the voice of the blacksmith's god.

In Jin's previous life, Bin first communicated with the god of blacksmiths five years from now.

But history was changing because Jean found him.

And the voice was not only heard by Bin Branche.

You want me to take Bradamante? No. Why do I hear the voice of the smith god?'

As a general rule, it was very difficult to hear the voice of God, unless you were a contractor.

It is possible only when prayer is accompanied by God's strong enough to be led, or God must ascend directly through the incarnation.

But Qin had experienced similar things on the island of 32 in the Blue Bird Islands.

'Is it because, like Sigmund and Gram, Bradamante is closely related to the god of blacksmiths?'

While Jin was agonizing, Bin seemed to be at a loss for words.

He looked around a few times and checked the source of his voice, and soon judged it to be auditory, and thanked Jean.

"Well, thank you! Sir, you saved my life. I think you're here to save me, but if you could give me your name...... haha!"

Bin, who was nodding his head, backed away with a grotesque sound.

"Hey, what the hell!"

[Bring him down! Bin Branche, with this sword!] He is a very unpleasant fellow.

Keddeuk, Keduk...…!

Bin was surprised because of the sudden formation of a "gum" in his hand.

Black pieces of iron swirled around the bins, not knowing where they came from.

At the same time, Jin's eyes were covered with irons.

'The metal is forming a sword...…!?'

Again, it was a phenomenon that Jean had once experienced.

the head of the Kinselo

In the old Oterium, he used metal just like a bean to make swords and doors.

[I'll lend you my power, so take him down and take him away. Bin Branche, the situation must be embarrassing, but you're actually my contractor. It's been like that since I was born. I'm the god of blacksmiths and your ancestor. I'll raise you in earnest if you listen to me now.]

The blacksmith's god had no idea that his voice was heard by Jean.

On the other hand, Bin was worried that Jin might be listening to the voice (because Jin did not react differently on the outside, he was not able to make a quick judgment).

"Come on! Come on, I'm afraid you'll tell you in advance. I don't know what the identity of this voice is, and I just thank you for saving me, and why I suddenly have a sword in my hand, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Wedge fluid!

Bin hit the sword.

Not a threat, but a blow with a lot of intent to split the body in half, starting with the top of the head.

Even the edge of the knife was surrounded to come.

Jean who avoids the sword by treading lightly on the prosthetic.

[Bin, what are you doing?] I've shown you a demonstration of my strength. Come on, attack him, I'll keep helping you. From the way he moves, he's a knife-wielding guy.]

Of course the blow just now wasn't Bin's will.

It's just the blacksmith's god forced him to move.

"My lord! Can you hear this voice? I didn't do this! Something's controlling my body!"

Bin shouted with a white face.

[He can't hear my voice. Listen to me! Bin, I have to take my work away.]

"Get out of me, you demon!"

Jean felt as if she were watching a ridiculous one-man play.

But aside from being ridiculous, the words of the blacksmith's god were clearly full of interesting information.

"The god of the blacksmith said that Bradamante was his work, and that he was the ancestor of Bin." As if he were the Picon himself.'

Besides, the ability to use iron like the head of Kinselo.

I thought I should have a conversation with the god of blacksmith's god.

"Bin Branche."

"Fuck! I'm sorry, of all things, a mad demon at this moment."

"I know it's not your will to attack me. A demon who called himself the god of blacksmiths. They've made a great deal of fuss about taking Bradamante."

Bin nodded furiously in tears.

"That's right!"

On the other hand, the blacksmith's god was startled and said:

[What, your ass. You hear my voice?]

I've never met him before and cut him. And to the benefactor who saved his contractor.

At this point, even if the opponent was a god, there was no need to respect him.

"You can hear very well, demon."

[Huh, that's amazing. I mean, you heard my voice.... by the way, you little bastard. How dare you call me a demon? I am the god of great blacksmith, Picon Minche!]

The blacksmith's god known to the world was not the Picon Minche, but the 'Grower'.

"The god of the blacksmith is not a Picon Mince, but a grouller."

[Ha! Growler, yes. There was a time when he was the god of blacksmiths. However, this Picon Mince's colorectal art was superior. Groller's dead. I'm sure you don't know this great story.]

"You're talking nonsense.”

[Where did you get the bradamante?] Give it up for now, and I will bury your rudeness and kill you without pain.]

By that time Bin was completely lost in reason when he was encroached by Picon.

The hazy white porcelain glowed weakly, and the hand holding the sword was full of life.

But in the Bluebird Islands, Feytel was not a perfect incarnation, as he had rented Julian's body.

The Picon has yet to build enough 'spirit' to have such a strong conviction, so it is only at the level of forcibly taking away the contractor's body.

Jindo, the so-called "first-time god," was not aware of this either.

"Hey, Peacon Minche. You keep killing me. What do I do? Can you take responsibility for that?"

Did it sound like a compliment to you to describe me as a blacksmith?…?]

a smirk

Jean smiled.

'As soon as I get back home, I'm fighting twice over Bradamante.'

Instead of revealing that she was Looncandel, Jean put Bradamante on the floor. Pooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

"Take it, if possible."

[You bastard!]

Metals gathered again at the rush of Picons.

Sword, armor, shield. The metal quickly made new equipment, and Jean watched its ability closely.

'I've never heard of the god of the blacksmith having this power, but it's too much like the ability of the head of the Kinselo.'

But now we can see that it is clearly different from the leader's.

The leader's power was definitely a step ahead.

While the iron-made armor of the Picon was rather rough, the sword and door of the leader at the time had a sense of perfection.

Did Kinselo absorb the power of Grouller, the original god of blacksmiths? Or, like a drinking stone, the leader may have absorbed the grourer.'

So the blacksmith's god was vacant, and the place was filled by the Picon Mince and became a new god.

Suddenly, the thought of the possibility crossed my mind.

'Anyway, the fighting power of the Picon's people is not at a threatening level.'

To the point where you can't tell what the hell you believe in, Picon's ignorance was just so.

Argh!

Jean fled the sword and gave up power.

Destroy...!

The shield was shattered by a single blow, and the pecon.

Only then did I realize that I had made a mistake.

It was not because the shield was broken by Jin's light fist.

He broke his shield, and he broke his armor, and it was not because he thought he was going to fly again.

'Younggi......!'

The black energy that surrounds the fist of Qin.

In Picon's perception, having the spirit meant that he had the right to own Bradamante.

[Wait! Car, there was a mistake! You're Soldert's...…!]

Solderlet, as soon as she heard the name, she was surprised, but Jean decided to pretend not to hear it.

I felt as if I had to stretch out my fist and hit it.

Bugak!

The pickon, who was hit with a straight jaw, rolled four laps back.

"What?"

At Jean's question, the pecon jumped to his feet and shouted back.

[Oh, shit! Why didn't you tell me from the beginning, you're the contractor of Soldierlet!]

"Did you give him a chance to talk? And what does that matter?”

[If you hadn't, you should have told me!]

Although he was screaming, Picone's speech was full of strange welcome.

And Jin could feel that the initiative was completely handed over to him just by showing Young-ki.

"Don't talk nonsense, and apologize now. Then let's just pass the rudeness that we just had."

The middle of the pecon's forehead was crumpled.

But there was nothing to say.

[Sorry, at first I only felt some strange vibe from you, so I never thought you'd be a contractor of solderlet.]

"Oh, that's unexpected. I thought you were going to curl your mouth again. By the way, strange energy?"

Picone pointed to the sign on Jean's waist.

[Now that I see it, I seem to have been mistaken for that venomous strange sword. I don't know, but I think it's a sword that cut down many gods and sealed their identities......so I don't know if I've had an extremely unpleasant sensation the moment I saw you.]

The first time he saw Jean, he felt, was his "God-like instinct."

As Picon became a god relatively recently, he was unaware of the fight between the Ming and the gods half a million years ago.

Nevertheless, I felt indescribable displeasure with the energy of Sigmund, the new sword and the new sword.

In the meantime, he only thought that Jin had to retrieve Bradamante somehow because he even had it.

There was a moment of silence.

[What's your name?] I'm sure he's descended from Looncandel, Themeer.]

"It's Jean Looncandel."

[All right, Jean Looncandel. "A thousand years ago, said Solderet, sealing me as a god. "

Even if the blacksmith's god was vacant according to Jin's reasoning. Also, no matter how exciting the Peaconian bowel movement was.

It was impossible for Picon, who was only a human being, to just gain prestige. Solderlet used his power and status to make him a god.

"For those who have signed a contract with Shadows, who have brought Brathamante or Barishada, tell us the land where Themeer was first buried." He also asked me to put his sword on him once more.

Chapter end