Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 299

Published at 4th of February 2022 12:01:59 PM

"I didn't know I'd end up in Looncandel with the swords of the riders, not Sir Ciron. If there's anything I'm sorry about, that's it."

Barton said, examining the sword of Dipus.

The Supreme Prosecutors' Office's decision was made on Volgar. The crystals seemed as hard as real ore, not ore.

Quang! Keddduck!

The battle that started again, the first one that started was Barton.

He has already used too much power to exercise his original military power.

One is coming and one is heading to the bottom. However, the ten-star article, ready to die, was shaking its axis.

Every time I stepped on the prosthesis, cracks broke on the ground and rocks splashed.

Although the protective layer on the body was about eight-star, the sound of pagong can be heard just by the words of the protective layer itself.

the last banjo that caused all the energy

It was madness in Barton's glaring eyes.

It is a self-contradictory bluff that he lost all the honor of the black pitch and a sense of shame stemming from his death by the swords of riders, not Siron Lunkandel.

And before meeting 'Kellyak Zipple' and betraying Looncandel, the pride he had in his heart as a black knight was colliding inside Barton.

Barton certainly had a firm belief in Jipple.

On the side of the Zipple, he was confident that he could reach the real early months, not just transcend the limits of the species "human."

But still Barton Bichena is clearly human.

Having gained near-limits force, the fear of ingratitude and chastity has long been shaken off, even if one hides one's emotions with black pitches. He was still human.

"You must be ashamed, Barton Vicena. Seeing how he's running wild with his own style. Do you think you'll have enough honor to die at your father's hands?”

Jean was looking through Barton's dizzy interior.

Instead of answering, the blade flew into the Adam's apple. The blade of the knife was blurred. A blurry look means that the sun has already passed.

After a reflexive retreat, Jean almost unwittingly touched her neck.

A talent or achievement.

If either was not enough, he would have raised his hand and touched his neck.

He would have allowed a fatal blow to the gap while checking whether he had been cut or avoided by a narrow margin.

Instead, Qin rather stretched his sword for a counterattack.

Just as Barton's attack narrowly brushed Jean's Adam's Adam's apple, so did Sigmund.

One sharper light spread between them before the two swords even crossed at each other.

It was a ballgard of the Great Sword that fell at a tremendous speed.

Three swords drew vortexes. The swords collided and a dozen ruptures were heard in a second.

The guardian knights, who were far away and conducting a checkup, swallowed dry saliva.

Even though they were made up of at least eight people, they could not intervene in the battle without permission. It wasn't because of poor swordsmanship.

I couldn't hold out. The blessed body of the Looncandel, or its limitless rigid body. Without such an element, it was a fight that I could not dare to intervene.

Thousands of citations seemed to pour out incessantly on the shock wave.

Whenever there was a small noise that only the fit, the profit, and the only one could feel, there was a sneeze left somewhere in the three people's bodies.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Dipus roared and stepped on the prosthetic.

Then Orr's decisions at the Supreme Prosecutors' Office Volgar gave a brighter light, with Barton continuing to open the streets as if he were conscious of it from the start.

It was time for an error that was not spilled on the project to shine.

What the Dipus prepared, the sixth duel of the Looncandel.

electric light

Orr's decisions in Volgar were broken.

As the crystal dispersed like a shrapnel of glass, it flowed between hundreds of pieces.

Keezizik!

There was an intense noise, as if the brain were spreading, and the glare was quickly repeating itself to extinguish and spread.

Each flash of light changed the trajectory of the Great Sword.

Due to the irregular form of anor, the length of the sword was changed from time to time, and the broken crystals followed the shape of dancing with the great sword.

"Boom!"

Barton rotated and struck the sword. Even though it seemed to have been completely removed, the armor was torn and blood splattered.

He was attacked by a large number of people attached to the Supreme Prosecutors' Office.

He was aware of the decision from the moment the Supreme Prosecutors' Office first made, so he suffered only that much damage. If you didn't know the shape of the electric light, you wouldn't be able to avoid serious injury even if it were Barton.

A bunch of Orr's on the Great Sword had a figure that was almost identical to that of the brain.

Of course it wasn't a real brain, it was an auror, and anyone who knew Pluto could recognize it.

The fact that the electric light of the 6th series of Looncandel is a technique modeled after the Ming sword.

It was a coincidence.

The electric light is a technique derived from the "Myeongwanggeom Jeolgi Thunder Day" that Jin is trying to spread.

Let's say!

Sigmund held the brain of the optical heart.

The decisions that were similar to those that had been made on the Supreme Prosecutors' Office Volgar filled the pale sword.

'......that's the brainchild the youngest uses? Why does it have a similar shape to a light bulb?'

'I heard that all the elders, except for Jed, refused to transfer the lead. How did you get the electric light?'

Deepus and Barton thought at the same time. It was embarrassing for Jin to display a completely unexpected skill for both of them.

But it was completely different, only seemingly similar.

If the electric light had only increased the attacking radius of the Great Sword, twisted the trajectory, and extended the RBI.

Thunder blades formed dozens of 'knife blades' of flowing brains.

Fiji, Jiyik!

Blue blades filled the air were heading for Barton.

The blades were lighting up and it was not easy to read the movement.

"Caaaaaaaaah!"

Barton wielding a long sword, using evil.

The cape was already ragged and the torn armor no longer functioned properly.

With thunder and lightning at the same time, he looked almost like a white sphere. The long sword was striking out all over the place as quickly as it could.

The attacking Qin and Dipus were also desperate.

At first glance, Barton appeared to be a defensive stunt, but once he showed a gap, a counterattack would fly.

Blood poured into the air continuously.

It was hard to identify whose it belonged, and the blood splattered through the jumble of swords evaporated and disappeared a second later.

A finger bounced between the shock waves and the distorted space.

It was Barton's index finger.

But Barton's momentum showed no sign of weakening. Rather, the sword, which became more fierce and faster, gave Jean and Dipus a turn to back.

What a waste.

Such thoughts crossed the mind of Dipus. It made me shudder that such a great warrior had betrayed Looncandel.

I was also curious. What on earth did Jipple promise to do to reach the conclusion that Barton was a betrayal? At first, I just wanted to kill him, but when I met him with the sword, I kept thinking like that.

On the other hand, Jin was neither a waste nor a curiosity.

Weakness was understandable, but ugly was not acceptable.

Even though he had more force than ten, a figure like Barton was not necessary for Looncandel.

Phew!

The Supreme Sword of Dipus cut Barton's chest. A deep and large cut broke a rib and stabbed the gut, and Barton threw up blood but did not show pain.

The move also remained. I couldn't believe such injuries, but Jean and Dipus could come to a conclusion.

It's time to take his life.

'I'm gonna have to get this over with.'

When Jean stepped down, Dipus also widened his distance.

The battle has stopped for a while.

The resistance that had just been raging seemed all lies. Barton stood like a statue and hardened into place.

Barton was actually out of sight a while ago. The two men continued to attack while their eyes were blinded by the bleeding.

Sigmund released another brain.

Then the days of thunder in the air gathered to Qin. Dozens of cerebral swords floated behind Jin's back and aimed at Barton.

The electric light of the Dipus took a similar look. The blades and bundles aimed at each side were close to a hundred sacks.

Barton's harsh breathing stood out amid the rustling noise.

"Barton Bichena."

Barton could not answer. Blood flowed backward through the throat and could only make a panting sound.

Though blind and hard-footed, the 20-meter radius was still Barton's right to attack. In other words, just 20 meters away would never be attacked by him.

"Jipple would have promised you eternal life and the strongest power, or something like that. And you had your own eyes on the hard evidence and the hard evidence for it."

The energy of thunder and lightning was shining more and more brightly. The two energies were no longer blinking and only blazing.

"Maybe it's a drinking seat. I've seen the dead resurrect and gain tremendous strength from the strange thing. It was a mysterious force that anyone could have had."

The words twinkled the eyes of Dipus.

He had never heard of the word drinking stone in his life. It has never been found in classified documents that can only be identified by four or more flag.

"But Barton, you know what? I've also experienced the broken stone of Looncandel's sword."

Barton raised his head.

It can't be. It is impossible for humans to dare to break it.

I wanted to say so, but all I could say was black blood.

Barton's vision and Jean's experience were "other drinking stones," so he could think that destruction was impossible.

"Even my father knows the existence of the object. So don't dream of anything. The death you face today is complete. Resurrection, eternity, such vain things don't happen."

Just before the sigmunds, Jean went on to say something.

"Oh, and hell also exists. I remember the scenery that I took a peek at looked pretty good on you, so I wish you well."

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

When Sigmund cut through the air, thunder blades shot forward in unison.

The electric light of the dipus flooded into Barton, leaving an afterimage.

A short and fierce final resistance has begun.

Of the more than a hundred blades and bundles poured out in just one second, Barton showed the strength to cut out as much as half.

I couldn't stop the other half of my body from being torn to shreds.

No screams were heard. The dry sound of blood and flesh, intestines and bones floated between the riders and knights.

Soon after Barton's body completely disintegrated, Jean slowly moved to where he stood.

The body, the armor, everything has been destroyed. For some reason, the black helmet, a symbol of black knight, is almost intact on the floor.

Jean looked back at the knights, packing up the helmet.

"Mission complete, all return."

"Chung!"

The knights made a courtesy call. Dipus was displeased that the knights had been censored not by him but by the youngest, who was 12 years old, but did not reproach them.

It was because he admitted that he could not have succeeded without Jin.

Chapter end