Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 379

Published at 4th of February 2022 11:59:57 AM

'I didn't expect the assassins of the ghosts to come so soon.'

It was because he thought the line of movement was not stepped on.

I was with Jonah until just now, and when I found the Wantaramo forest, I was disguised with Valeria.

Especially when Jonah is around, there can't be assassins nearby.

Did you find me right after Jonah left? It's only been less than two hours. How did you figure out my route in such a short time?'

I had no idea.

The ghost band's preparedness was quite thorough to dismiss as mere coincidence. The entire passenger in the first class is believed to be an assassin disguised as an assassin.

"Well, how they got behind me...….'

You can find out when you're done.

I'm not feeling very well because I just happened to be trained under the pretext of playing.

'I'm not feeling very well, but I think the life left by Jonah would be quite helpful in the battle.'

They feel "different" in their ordinary lives.

If Jonah's life was a white drawing paper, the ordinary life was a colorful paint.

It in itself had a sort of manure-like effect. No matter which direction an attack flies in, it can respond to the level of prediction because it lives on the knife.

It is very easy to distinguish colors on the drawing paper even if you keep your eyes open.

So I was confident even though I was exhausted. It's like fighting with advantages that offset the handicap.

Sigh.

The guide sighed, looking around as if embarrassed.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but do you have any drugs or equivalent? I'll check for a moment, so please cooperate."

The guide reached out to Jean.

At that moment Jean gave a sitting fist. Tuddud! A savage sense of breaking the guide's finger bones one after another, and cut his throat with a hand blade before he could scream.

It's not iron. Even though it was a hand blade made of bones and flesh, the cut-off part of the neck was clean. Jean's use of her whole body like a knife is too much.

Squirt!

The blade of an oracle left a brilliant trajectory.

The trajectory should have splashed blood. However, blood fountains did not spout from the neck of the guide, who sat down like a broken string doll.

The stomach was almost empty. Although parts similar to human structure were seen, the guide was a mask. made of human and animal materials

That's why a familiar sense was conveyed when a finger was broken.

"Oh, look at the tough stuff. What if it wasn't for real?"

It was a masked young woman who was wearing a guide mask.

She was holding two short swords in her hands, keeping the distance to the entrance of the room.

At the same time, there was a cool frictional sound in which blades of the sword escaped the sword from all sides. The assassins disguised as passengers took out their weapons.

"It's only possible for a top mobile gatekeeper to ask a special class passenger if he has drugs. I need to study more.”

Jean seemed to know who the woman was.

"Pay Proch."

the Prochi family

They were originally ordinary peasant families, but a family that quickly became notorious for its "Smarion Prochi," a man born more than a hundred years ago.

Although he inherited the blood of the peasants, he stood out for murder from an early age. First to kill my parents, then to commit countless murders.

Finally, it brought down the "Seigalga," which ruled the ghosthood for hundreds of years, and made the name of a professional man known to the world.

Before he died, Smarion left two children, Rata Prochi, the current head of the Ghost University, and his brother Pei Prochi.

And they were born, like the Smarion, to the fate of the killer.

On the fact that the peasant family turned into a group of murderers in just one generation, people called the three "devils of the Prochi."

"You recognize me right away, don't you? Yeah, the 12th rider of the Looncandel rumour. I have no grudges, but I'm gonna have to die here."

At the horse, Jean calmly examined the color of the living that stuck to the white drawing paper. A total of ten assassins, including Pay Prochi, all extremely trained.

Definitely outstanding.

However, it did not impress others. Until two hours ago, it was the living who was with Jean.

"If you'd like to, I suggest you bring in a little more people."

Fei nodded as if Jean's provocation was not unpleasant.

"That confidence, I expect it to continue even when my whole body is being violated."

Pushcissit...!

As soon as Faye finished speaking, the interior of the room began to be covered with red smoke.

It was a poison that caused hallucinations and nerve paralysis. It is one of the symbols of the ghosthood, with its own fatality rate not high, but even its trained fighters instantly losing their minds.

"Huh!"

Before the poison filled the room, Qin took the sword out with a mouthful of air.

Then she ran with all her might toward the entrance of the room, which Fey was blocking, and smiled into the mask as if it was the end.

Chaeng!

Faye was seen simply hitting a blow that Jean had rushed. Besides, the other nine sprayers were also attacking the camp, so I couldn't seem to get out of the room.

A look of despair flashed on Jin's face, which was pushed out of the workshop. A cold sweat broke out, and the sprayers slowly narrowed the distance.

Jin will wait for him to collapse under the poison.

"큭..."...!

a little wobbly gin

The blade of the sprayers was approaching.

Flap!

"Oh, my God. ... Tongue, demand negotiation."

Eventually, when Jean, kneeling on one knee, managed to open her mouth, Pei's eyes chilled.

"I don't know where all those curious spirits went.”

He seemed to be very disappointed, or he knew it was going to happen. Pay Prochi has seen a number of strong players who are really out of spirits and end up getting tired.

"negotiate..."

"Receive the body and return. Finish it."

As Pei turned around and gave orders, the sprayers flew at the same time.

At that moment Jean had completely fallen to the floor and even missed Bradamante.

You don't have to be too careful about stabbing a sword in the back of an opponent who missed it and just fell down.

And since Jin's poison spread.

I've been waiting for this moment.

The moment when the band's sprayers lost their guard and let their guard down.

'They would have taken the antidote in advance, but they would have wanted to get rid of me and get out of this poison sooner or later.'

a panhandle

Samil's visionary poison, which makes drinkers close to reading invasions.

There was no such thing in the haunted house. Therefore, when using extreme poison, they also had to bear some damage.

In other words, the ghost band's solo performance was a will to kill Jin even if they hurt their own bodies.

So he tried so hard to kill her, but when Jean appeared servile, Pei's nerves became sharp.

Punch, peep, peep!

The sword began to fall without mercy.

But it was not the black gin of the sprayers, but it was stabbing the floor where he had fallen.

Jean was upside down, so she could not see with her eyes which direction the swords of the sprayers were flying.

No matter how much he awakened the mind, it was difficult for Jin to avoid the swords of the sprayers in such a state. Even more so if you're so tiredness.

However, it was mainly effective to read a heterogeneous lifestyle that was different from Jonah's.

Jean felt as if she could avoid all their swords with her eyes closed.

"Kuck!"

It was then that Faye, who was about to leave the room, turned back to the losing side. The very moment when one of the sprayers broke his neck and screamed at his terminal horse.

She had no choice but to open her eyes wide.

'What......!'

By the way, was Jean Looncandel doing a show until just a show!

I could realize immediately. Whether it's possession of a Manchurian or a non-toxic like Kuzan, Jean has immunity from the poison and used it to show.

But no matter how quickly I realized it, it was too late.

Already, another subordinate's body was divided horizontally, and Jin was seen swinging a sword that was stained with spirit like a demon.

Argh!

Red blood poured out in arcs.

This is why we are told that the ghost band is inferior to obscurity. Poison? Did you think such a thing could assassinate Looncandel?"

Jean turned to Pei for a moment, spilling arsenic.

In the short moment of his gaze, Faye had to feel a strong sense of heat and defeat for the first time in his life. She had never experienced more humiliating moments in her 25 years of life.

"Kill!"

a rushing and screaming pay

Three people have already died. Still, seven to one, with pure force yet, will be enough to kill Qin.

That's what Faye and the Salss judged.

Until the moment Faye, who caught Jean's rear, pushed the double swords in, and this time he really expected the blade to penetrate its torso and kill itself, he had judged so.

Tung!

However, Pei's double sword, which stabbed Jin's back, only produced empty noises that bounced off the iron.

an armor of spirit armor

It wasn't only the Manchurian that the Ghost University didn't know about Jean. Bradamante's armor, which was recently completed, is also information they do not yet know.

'Oh, my God!

a gnawing pay

It was thanks to the sprayers who were drawing attention in front that Pei was able to catch the rear of Qin so easily.

Two of the seven were engaged in a dangerous battle to force a gap in Jin.

If Pei's blade had safely penetrated Jin's back, their necks would not have fallen.

Tuk, tuk! Two casually dropped necks rolled the floor. What's left is Faye and Salsu five, and they felt a sudden chill in their hearts.

A strange fear had been gripping my chest.

Even though they still have the upper hand.

But even that dominant mind couldn't last long.

"Pay Proch, you've had two chances. When I dressed up as a guide, and I personally told you that I'd need more people to kill me. If I had stepped down then, I wouldn't have been so upset. It's a shame."

"That's one of the best sarcasm I've ever heard. I admit to being careless, but the fact that you die remains unchanged."

"If I were you, I'd run away even now. I think this is my third chance.”

"Shut up!"

The blade of the Faye and the sprayers was blaring with fluffy blackness. It was a sword infection with the will to kill an opponent no matter what.

"Unfortunately."

Whoo-wow!

Bradamante, dyed with darker vigor. And on the edge of the sword soaked in spirit, the force of the Ming dynasty's cerebral and peacetime oppression was overlaid.

From the edge of the knife, the flame of medium pressure rises.

It was emitting a deep and ominous aura, blending with the power of spirit, brain and Chunghwa.

"You seem to be trying to blow your last chance."

Chapter end