Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 415

Published at 4th of February 2022 11:59:06 AM

Most of the earth's humans did not recognize what iron gates were forming in the sky out of nowhere.

However, I could feel intuitively that whatever was getting out of the iron gate would not be our ally.

"What is that... ...?”

"People?"

"It's so blurry that I can'”

While the fighters exchanged glances and stories, Ron, Linfa and Veracte looked up at the sky, stopping their fighting.

Then the leader escaped from the iron gate.

The signature whitish body, the sparkling glow that surrounds it.

Surprisingly, the leader was floating in the sky. Standing in front of Grnil's lead with no wings or any devices, he looked down at the ground for a few seconds. As if he were God himself.

The battlefield seemed to be reliable even if God really descended. Giant demons, wizards, bio-golems, flying ships, and that white, flashing figure.

Most of the fighters in the Ilsoon battlefield felt strange fears and alienation from the leader of the Kinselo. An ominous premonition that the war could be overturned again disturbed the heads of the fighters.

And Jean didn't like the fact that the fighters felt that way when they saw the outfit.

A divine being, or strange fear.

Jean thinks such a grandiose image did not go well with the head of Kinselo.

"Cracking off crime."

It's nothing more or Nothing less.

He was even the one who should have given the modifier.

'If you wanted to give me a big advantage, you shouldn't have approached me like this.'

I'm so angry...!

Flames shot up in Jin's grasp.

It was a faint spark. But the tiny shadow of the embers, which were like dots on the palm of their hands, was about to become the spirit that would cover the sky.

Sulfur final form of emphysema salt ointment

The shadow of the embers soared into the sky.

Murakan's eternity tent, which was filling the entire sky, had been torn and perforated everywhere. However, when Mahwang's legacy was in existence, it was quickly being filled.

It was the result that Jin and Haneul, who opened their spirits, began to connect.

Like the atrocities that Kinselo has carried out in Geomhwangseong Fortress so far, the suddenly pitch-black sky was also a strange sight to the uninhabited.

Unlike the appearance of the leader, however, fighters are to whom or what this power is. I was able to recognize it correctly.

the spirit of life

SOLDERET's Contractor, the power of the RUNKANDEL 12th rider.

Maybe that's why, not in line with the situation. The fighters were also excited about what would happen to Jin.

"Murakan."

[Uh.]

"Fill up some lack of vigor."

He recovered a little, but not perfect.

[All right.]

However, with Murakan, there was no shortage of the legacy of the Riol Jipple.

Flapping, hoo-oops!

As Murakan spread his wings and released his spirit, black particles spread like waves throughout the area. Particles soared into the sky, twisting gin and mooracan.

It was like opening the door.

The particles of spirit that stretched long to the sky were drawing a line. A line that cuts the sky in half.

It was not long before the line split, and in the middle of the sky opened an absurdly huge cavity, and the shining run-words of the Riol Jipple stood upon Jean's whole body.

The rune letters gently rolled through the air like a glittering snowflake.

[Oh! Damn it!]

What's the matter, boss?

[I left it behind. Damn, the situation was so urgent that I didn't think about taking it. Oh, my God, you made a mistake.…!]

For what it is. Oh, come on...!

[Dead-of-the-dark, salt-burning final form] The legacy of the Riol Jipple, which had been kept at the Dark Wizard's home......I didn't pack it. Joe, did you take it? Please say yes.]

Huh. Well, that. Sir, I wasn't in a hurry either...….

You useless piece of shit! Joe, you're the head of the Dark Wizard, and you forgot that? I'm just saying, should the general manager pay attention to that?

At that moment, the members of the Kinselo were forced to recall the conversation at that time.

Jean's powerful marijuana was obtained by destroying the Dark Magic Society.

Riol's legacy, which was not taken care of by the leader and Jo at the time, would now be a disaster that would cover the fleet of ships Granil and Kinselo.

Rune characters running through the air were signs. As the signs pointed to members of Grnil and Kinselo, a red sphere appeared in the open sky.

People thought of it as the sun in a moment. Otherwise, a huge firework that could hardly be convinced was casting a heavy, intense heat over the ground.

"Oh, my, my, my, my God! This is Riol Jipple's...…!”

"Joe! Spread the shield!"

"Grenil hasn't been repaired yet......Growl!"

"Argh!"

Cheeez! Whoo!

A shower of fire was pouring down from the flames. Instead of hitting the ground, the shower was a convergent feature of the ship and the leader.

Thousands and tens of thousands of tentacles of fire had already tied up the ship's granules. Grnil was in a state of disarray like a trap-trapped beast, and the leader's white figure was completely obscured by fire.

Under the black and red-red sky, the noise of ship granil being destroyed was spreading with fire.

Quasik, Quaddeuk......! The whip of fire smashed the hull every time it hit, and the shrapnel appeared to be ash and scattered before it even reached the ground.

"Crouching..."

Veracte clenched his teeth and wielded the great sword.

As soon as the leader appeared, the useless Joe could not cope again, and the vice-chief had just been rescued with an injury, so he was the only one who could shoot Jean.

'You have to get rid of that goddamn magic. If you don't mind, you can have problems with the leader's vitality!'

Sighing and bleeding, he ran madly down the Great Sword, but his opponents were Ron and Linfa. The two were leisurely blocking Veract's attack.

"You're desperate, your master must be in danger."

Ron looked right through his innermost thoughts, and Veract replaced the answer with a roar. However, Veracte's roar could not have been as frightening as before.

If Ron and Linfa hadn't already destroyed the ship Granil, they wouldn't have been able to put them on the defensive so quickly right after the cannabis.

The first grand figure was nowhere to be found, and the fiery ship Grnil was about to be shot down.

On the other hand, it was noticeable that the fire, which was spreading in the final form of emphysema, was getting stronger and stronger and stronger.

The fighters on the ground naturally judged that the situation had changed.

Hana Qin, Murakhan and some outstanding fighters were feeling a strange sense of incompatibility.

'It's only a matter of time before the ship Grnil is crushed, but the leader. He's not over.'

The leader was simply a veiled figure. Therefore, Jin and his colleagues, as well as other forces, had no exact grasp of how great he was.

However, as he led a huge force called "Kinselo" and used the power he deserved even if he called it power, he thought it could not end up like this.

Kuzizik, Kuzik......! Phew!

Eventually, the ship Granil began to crash.

It was split in half and destroyed so many parts of it could not be recognized. It would be hard for anyone to imagine the ship Granil returning to its original form.

As soon as the giant hull was stuck on the ground, the group of Vishkels on board was likely to end up together.

But even at the moment of the ship's crash, I felt a chill in my back somehow. What should I say, like a cold lump of iron passing by...….

Jean, who came up to there, jerked around.

A lump of iron;steel.

The coolness felt in the back was not just a sensation that began with an ominous sense of incompatibility.

It was a sense that started with real things. Out of nowhere, black iron balls, which are unknown where they were formed, are soaring into the sky near the gin and Murakhan.

The lumps of iron were upsetting not only the two men but also the whole battlefield. A whirlpool of iron encroached on the battlefield.

[It's his power, kid.]

"......uh, I suppose so."

The head of the Kinselo had the power to handle iron like the god of blacksmiths.

And I had a hunch when Picon Mince, who became the god of the new blacksmith, was using iron power. The power of the leader is superior to that of the Picon.

Rune letters marked the rising blocks of iron in the air. The chains of fire were flooded with signs, but they could not be wiped out.

An enormous amount of iron is smearing the air to overwhelm the fire of the camp.

Fortunately, there's no particularly dangerous energy in the metal itself. In the first place... ...is it not for killing?'

The iron balls did not strike the enemies down like the fire of the gin.

Instead, it wrapped the ship's Grnil in the crash. Before I knew it, a huge hand of iron formed to support the granules.

[As expected, the welcoming ceremony is grand. The legacy of the Riol Jipple....I have a lot of memories of all the trouble. I'm afraid the sorcerer doesn't fit me.]

The flame was lifted and the leader was revealed again.

Unlike the first, which was just a white, shiny figure, his body was forming what he might call a "bone."

I used the power of steel to make bones.…?'

Well, judging by the way you thought of Murakan's memory earlier, I think it's time for cheap psychological counseling. I'll try to guess your mind this time. You came here because you wanted to save them, and you set some sort of trap. But I'm kind of sick right now. Because I don't think we're going to get caught.

[Puhhh....]

What are you laughing at, a bugger or something? Am I wrong? What are you going to eat? Answer me.

[You've had a good blow. That's what you say, Jean Looncandel. Almost everything was right. I can't handle you guys properly right now. As you can see, I have no bones.

A conversation with the leader on the first encounter.

The leader, who formed the "steel bone," was spreading unparalleled energy.

The face was blurry and could not be seen well, but Jean could be sure. The leader is smiling.

[Long time no see, Jean Looncandel. How have you been?]

"We're glad to say hello or ask...….”

Jean stopped talking and turned to the back of the leader.

There, the ship Granil, which was apparently crushed, was seen escaping the huge steel grip in good shape.

It was just the way it was at first. It was restored to its original state without a small scratch.

"......don't you think?"

The leader shook his head as Jean continued his back talk.

[I'm sorry if you think so. I've missed you so much. We must retrieve the stolen legacy of the Magician.

Chapter end