Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 448

Published at 4th of February 2022 11:58:16 AM

Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooop!

Zephyrin's throat, breathing in the magi, swelled ominously.

Along with Murakan, Shaku shook her opposite eyeball, but couldn't slow down the gathering pace.

It was just a breath of breath, but what was contained in it was simply a tremendous amount of power, and even Murakan and Balkas were surprised.

But Jean was able to keep calm even though Zephyrin's breath was precisely aimed at her.

It was because he was confident.

'Jeffirin doesn't kill me.'

Or, I can't.

To make something terrible, whether it's a drinking stone or something else. The strength of the solderlet that Jean had was the most important factor.

As we deduced in his days as a backup jockey, Zipple and Kinselo both know how to transfer God's contract.

Jean had a notion that the means were not very simple for her. If easily possible, the three should all be more active in killing themselves.

It was also a story of the same line that Jephirin was not serious about fighting with this much power now.

'If the aim was to exterminate us, it would have been much more powerful.'

Zephyrn's breath in one breath was certainly shocking, but nothing strange, considering the transcendent ignorance she showed.

Nor was it beyond the control of the party. Zephyrin, for example, has no choice but to forcefully control its power to avoid killing Jean.

Quaaa!

As Zephyrin opened her huge muzzle, the wind in the open space fluttered wildly with Maggie, as if a storm had begun.

From her vomited breath, the force that spread recklessly, the wind pressure from her repulsion, and the violet ray of breath, were falling toward the camp.

[Chuck, that's annoying!]]

Murakan was seen rushing down and blocking Zephyrin's breath. Breath first touched the curtain of the spirit spread out with Murakhan's wings before reaching the ground.

Maggie was mostly sucked into the Yeongi tent, but shards and other rays of light had to be taken out by Shaku and Valcas.

The whole of the subspace was shaking dangerously in the energy of the dragon and the people.

Ordinary fighters will find it difficult even to withstand the pressures of this battlefield. Every time strength and strength collided, ears and bones were bruised and the whole body was full of thrill.

Perhaps because the party blocked it well, Zephyrin shot a second breath with a stronger horse.

She has lived longer than Murakan, but she has never had such a fight as most have.

Killed, trampled thoroughly, destroyed without a trace.

Such a battle would not be difficult, but the situation in which Shaku and Valkas had to be killed, Murakan attacked only enough not to die, and Jean had to be captured alive was quite annoying for Zephyrin.

Besides, it is good enough to rot.

Murakan's resistance was well beyond Zephyrin's expectations. I was told that he seemed to have recovered some of his strength, but I didn't know it was this strong.

Zephyrin was also feeling it.

'You cunning...' You're sure I won't kill you, Jean Looncandel."

The sparks of chung-hwa twirling around the gin were appalled to the chills.

Even at this rate, the flame will soon tear up some of the subspace.

Suddenly, I thought it would have been better to peek at a better opportunity on another day, not today. It may have been done on a somewhat impulsive.

'I think I know why the owner is looking at you.'

Crazy! Psychiatrist...…!

The second breath was offset by a collision with the spirit shroud.

It seemed like he was barely on defense, but Murakhan was slowly preparing to counterattack.

[I think you shot just right, but you're pretty powerful.]

[Compliments aren't very welcome, haha.]

[Yes, I suppose so. And I won't be happy for this either.]

As soon as Murakan finished his words, just as the shadows moved by the light, the huge tents were divided into three masses.

One was at the back of Murakan for continued defense, and the other two settled on the left and right sides of Zephyrin.

Due to the nature of the power of spirit, Zephyrin did not notice that the tents had spread out on her left and right sides. Unlike other forces, spirituality is almost impossible to read no matter how great its power is.

The huge body, which is several times larger than Murakan's, also contributed to the failure to check the curtains on the left and right.

If you can't feel the flow of power, you have no choice but to check it by sight.

But Zeppirin's viewing angles were limited, and even her own body, which was still covered in violet smoke, seemed unable to capture her at a glance.

[What else are you bluffing...]... Ah!]

It was the moment when "Maggy" began to slip out of the spirit curtain that Murakhan unfolded on her left and right, that Zeppirin noticed something was wrong.

To return the breath absorbed by the shroud to her.

A spirit, ie a shadow.

The power wasn't just two stars more efficient than an anore or a mana. Ordinary forces also had specialities that could never be imitated.

To imitate or copy something as if a shadow were being seen.

It was that principle that Murakan was returning the breath of Zephyrin to the shroud.

'I didn't want to use it because it's the horse's way.'

It wasn't the way Murakan preferred. In the past, he did not need to be used because he was strong enough to handle this characteristic of Yeonggi as a catch.

Missha, on the other hand, was good at dealing with the infinite scalability of Young-ki, as she showed from her first meeting with Jin.

'I didn't expect this day to come when you were bullied by that asshole. If I hadn't regained 40 percent of my strength, I wouldn't be able to do that.'

Hmph! Murakhan snorted, erasing Missha's hideous skeleton that came to his mind.

Cheering!

The curtains spread from side to side, causing a sharp noise and shooting the horse.

The horse had more strength than the breath of Zephyrin's vomit with added vigor. It was too much to avoid Maggie with the giant body of Zephyrin.

[Ha! Where did you learn such a bad thing...]…!]

There was no time to unfold the shield.

Most of them played an advantageous role in the battle, but the response was uncomfortable in these unexpected attacks.

Maggie hit Jephirin in the body, and a heavy roar came as if the fortress had collapsed. The tukttuk scales were broken and the sound of the flesh and bones hidden inside them made the hair stand on end.

Giaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

There was a scream that seemed never to be heard.

[Maybe it's the first time he's been hit by his own breath, huh?]

Murakhan spoke in a laugh-filled evil voice, and Zeppirin struggled with pain for a while.

Reflectively wielding their tails, exhaling in all directions, and venting madly to paint the air like poison glands.

Murakan and Shaku avoided Zephyrin's disturbance and were awash in their senses. They could all be fatally wounded if they were caught in the simple struggle of Zephyrin.

The two flying men, a close-knit horse and a wagged tail, leaping between their bodies, were both thinking the same thing.

Now may be the best or last chance they have in this battle.

Valcas, who was only protecting the black knight, threw himself to the battlefield for a while because he couldn't miss this moment.

The three men frantically searched for the open wound. Before Zephyrn recovered, he had to somehow inflict additional damage through the wounds he suffered from the horse.

Shaku shrieked and thunderstruck, and Valcas took power with all his might.

The moment after the lightning and the regime fell on the spot of the scale, what unfolded before the party's eyes was a terrible fountain of blood that even they, who had been covered in the blood of the battlefield all their lives, were embarrassed.

Phew!

A cascade of blood poured through the flesh of Zeppirin. The blood carried the poison that had left the black knight in a coma.

Finally, Murakan broke through the poison and flew into the wounds that Balkas and Shaku had set off.

It was about the middle part of the body, which is called the abdomen when compared to humans. It was, so to speak, a vital point for all eyes.

Murakhan exhaled the breath that had lifted all his strength into the wound, which was so narrow as to look like a cave.

Soon the dark lines of the matte lines penetrated the body of Zephyrin.

It would be fair to say that your waist is broken. The whole party was intuitively aware that Geffirin's spine was broken by Murakan's breath.

Hoo-wook, hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo...…!

Murakan took his place in the air, breathing hard. Valcas and Shaku also stood below it and took a breath.

The surprisingly noisy battlefield became so quiet that I could hear the harsh breathing of Il-soon's party.

It was a very short silence. Jephirin, who had no movement with her body bent backwards, raised her head with her breath up.

[......Wow, this is amazing?]

Maggies spread all over the place, filling the hollow abdomen. It was so fast that I couldn't do anything about it.

I don't know how long it's been since I've been sick like this.]

It's not that it hasn't been hit at all.

Murakan was so sure. It's impossible for him in his prime. However, it was also judged that the Zephyrn did not have a problem in continuing the battle even if he suffered damage.

'You're the one who's got one.'

If you're lucky.

It was the fact that Jin's mental concentration to cut down on the subspace was just over.

I had been distracted by unexpected blows and pain. The eyes of Zephyrin darkened when he saw the burning chung-hwa in Brada Mante with the spirit.

Swoah!

Bradamante's blade painted a blue and sharp trajectory in the dark space.

Then, as if the gate was opened, the subspace opened and the scene of the stampede was revealed.

The scenery beyond that was the drawing room where the party was, and the furniture was intact.

And the next moment.

The party was able to find one weakness of Zephyrin, which they were not expecting.

'As soon as I cut down on the subspace, his body is getting smaller...….'

I could sense it intuitively.

The fact that Zephyrin can only be transformed into what it is in this subspace.

Chapter end