Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 432

Published at 4th of February 2022 11:58:41 AM

Squirt!

Sigmund cut Rox's bones and flesh, causing a sharp noise.

Rox was not originally such a simple character, but the result of his nervousness only on the part of Rata was disastrous.

He responded belatedly and tried to pull himself out, but blood fountains were pouring out from the amputation of his already severed leg.

"Crrrr..."

At the time of the loss of the legs, the fight is almost over.

Jean relaxedly cut off Rox's other leg, then turned to Rocks, who managed to hold his breath.

"Be sure to make sure that interest does not die, Ser Rata."

"Hold it, Rox!"

"What? You know who I am and you talk like that, Lax Seigal."

Yay!

The sharp edge of Jean's blade fell to Lax's forehead. Lax responded easily to the blow, but was shocked by the force of his sword.

'What kind of power!'

We just had a joint, but the wrists were wringing and the muscles that held our positions were all about to be torn.

Who the hell is this guy, as soon as such a question crossed his mind.

Psut!

The epilepsy spread from Sigmund's scans, which glowed blue and hazy.

Until a few years ago, what brain warfare symbolized was the contractor of Feytel, but not anymore.

Jean Looncandel, the thunder gushing from the sword was now a force symbolizing him.

"Gin Looncandel... ...!”

"If you know it, take the sword gently."

The Plain Plain of the Ming Dynasty fell over Rocks' head. As Rocks is a self-contained warrior, he showed a resilient response to the first type of attack.

But that was all.

In the first place, even in pure swordsmanship, Jean was far ahead of Rocks. As soon as the battle began in earnest, Lax was only pushed back.

"Did you really become Looncandel's dog, as the elders said? Rata Prochi!"

Rata shrugged off Rox's shoulders, stoking roughly on the leg.

"The traitors must have misrepresented themselves, Lax. Similar, but a little different. Not Looncandel, but Jean Looncandel's dog."

"He doesn't know the figures."

"The shame? In the mercenary world, losing is the biggest shame. You and the elders have made the wrong choice, and they're just paying the price."

Lax fluttered his eyes at Rata, but Jean simply stood in front of him.

Kagagang!

Sigmund and his knife collided, sparking flames.

Not only can you not win, but you can't even get out of course. Lax Seigal was forced to make such a conclusion quickly.

"Rox Seigal. We just met as enemies, and so far we have no other feelings. So if you answer some of my questions, I'll let you go without pain."

"It's a shame that the throne was taken away by a monster named Smarion who appeared out of nowhere. I didn't expect to hear this from a 12-time Looncandelite."

"Can I take it as a sign of rejection of my offer?”

While Jin was asking, some of the leaders headed to the other side entered the Seigal brothers' room.

"Lord! We've got you."

The leaders have seized the elders who betrayed them in the other room. He had been poisoned so that he could barely speak.

Rata's eyes, looking down at the elders, shone with a sparkle of life.

"You old rats...... did you think you could live against my will? And he was looking for other forces to get in touch with Seigal.

Naturally, the betrayal of the elders of the ghost band did not come emotionally to Jin emotionally.

However, their betrayal was a significant shock to Rata. The elders were also members of the Seigal family, but Ratawa had long been in sympathy.

"Thanks to you, as soon as we had a blood alliance, we had to make the Lord bear the risk factors of the ghosthood. So from now on, try to answer my questions sincerely."

Rata sat Rox next to the elders and continued to speak.

"First, what power did you choose? Second, have you told them the secrets of my lord's alliance and of the new meadow? If the answer is not sincere, not only your people, but also your innocent blood relatives, relatives, and dogs will all be put on flesh one by one to kill them."

It was never empty talk. Rata is a great man enough to do that.

"Puhahaha..."

There was a moment of silence, and an old man who had been caught burst into a sudden laugh.

"Lata Prochi! Do you think killing blood relatives and relatives will be a great pain for us?"

"What?"

"What do you think, Jean Looncandel? Do you think we'd have left the Necropolis if we were afraid of that?”

Not only the elders, but also Lax Seigal was raising the corners of his mouth.

"Lata, you just told me. Me, Rox, and the elders have made the wrong choice and are paying for it. The most shameful thing in the mercenary world is losing. Yeah... ...that's not wrong."

said Lax in a calmer voice as he picked his breath.

A strangely confident face, Jean seemed to have seen that kind of expression somewhere.

"By the way, are we the ones who made the wrong choice?"

"Rox Seigal, what the hell are you talking about?"

"It means, in my opinion, that in the end it will be you, not us, who will pay the price. Looncandel? It's you who's wrong, Rata."

The Seigal brothers and elders were showing signs of elation even though it was obviously a desperate situation. There is no such thing as servile or pathetic.

It is not courage or pride in the background.

Jean made such judgments intuitively. Then there was one person who suddenly came to mind.

'Barton Bichena.'

The only black knight who betrayed Looncandel and stood on the side of the Zipple.

His last appearance was like this.

There is truth that will never change, even if you kill me today. The first is that if Sir Xiron disappears, Looncandel will surely perish. Second, I can exist longer than you even if my body is destroyed.

By then, you'll have no choice but to admit that Barton Vichena's choice was not wrong.

The elders who betrayed Seigal had the same eyes as Barton of the day. The eyes that only those who think that they have entered a world where death has no meaning.

"It's a jipple, isn't it?

Eyes gathered as Jean opened her mouth.

"You're on the jipple, you've leaked information. And they would have been promised eternal life or transcendental power. So you're not afraid of death now."

Jean, who fixed the sword and looked at Rocks.

"And you know what? There was someone who told me that before. To him, I told him an anecdote that my sister and I broke the drinking stone."

The three Igal brothers and elders showed their dismay when the word "Massinseok" came out.

"So... ...you'd better not be too blind to the drinking stones. If it's a stone with that much power in the first place, it doesn't make sense for you to die here. Lord Rata."

"Yes, Lord."

"I don't have any more information to find out. Kill them all.”

As soon as Rata nodded, Rocks glared at Jean.

"Give me a present, Jean Looncandel."

"No need..."

Geeing!

Suddenly, the red letters flashed across Lax's whole body. The same was true of the captured Roxes and the elders.

And Gene and Rata, just a while ago, had seen something very similar to the red letter.

'It's the same seal that's holding him...…!'

A seal used as a material for the life of a drinker, which has been handed down only to the elders of the ghosthood for generations.

Seigal's remnants were last about to unfold the seal. Rox and Rox have already received the seal from the elders who betrayed Rata a long time ago.

"You'll be like your father, Rata!"

"You crazy bastards......! Are you going to kill all the food on your own?"

Lax giggled at Rata's question.

"Why would you take care of that stuff, to me? We'll get the ghost band back in the future and get it back."

Segal's remnants were attempting to self-destruct, so to speak.

There was no telling whether it was true to say that the remaining flesh and blood in the fort were not worth anything, or whether they were bluffing, saying that they were not hit.

However, it was clear that they really intended to seal the entire fortress.

The bodies of the red-colored remnants continued to swell as if they were about to burst.

"Who really made the wrong choice, think carefully in hell!"

Hahaha, ah, ah, ah, ah...…!

Locks' laughter, which had continued for a long time, died down rapidly.

Red seals were drawn everywhere, and the bodies of the Seigal remnants were twisted and broken and sucked into them.

The same seal as the one that locked up Smarion is trying to lock up the party. Like a giant's grip was being squeezed, the red energy was narrowing.

Latah and the leaders reflexively swung swords at the seal.

The blade touched, but the cut like water quickly returned to its original state.

"Lord! Me and the leaders will make way. At least get out of here."

Not even a few days after becoming blood-blind, Rata said so without a single word of hesitation.

"Before the seal recovers, if you continue to cut it, there could be a gap in the state's way out."

While Rata was talking, he was checking the characteristics of Jindo's seal. When cut with an oracle, it came back as straight as the Rata herd did, and when the brain was used, recovery was certainly slow.

It seemed that we could escape together if we spread our solar terms or dialysis machines consecutively, but we didn't have to do so.

'I felt it in the past when Muron Zipple broke the hell door, but this is definitely the best way to live.'

The seal was being cut off like a sheet of paper when I wielded the spirit around the bradamante.

Even the restoration was extremely slow, unlike its predecessors.

"Sir Rata, I don't think we have to risk our lives together. I'll open the way, so let's get out.”

At that word, Rata and the leaders could realize once again.

In a new era ahead, it was definitely them who grabbed the best line.

Chapter end