Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 462

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

It was so fast that I couldn't hold onto it.

"Murakan, let's go!"

The descent has begun again. Leaning his wings narrowly down, Murakan made a nervous sound.

[Bad, what's so fast?]]

The remark was made by looking at the cradle of the tableware wrapped around the Prochi brothers and sisters.

The cot is much faster than the Murakan, which is going down at full speed...he was running away, leaving a strange trajectory to be described as... disorderly.

The cradle, which was one, was divided into two separate siblings, and then merged into one and repeated the spin.

The view on the tableware turned blurry, making the cradle look even more distraught.

[Oh my, my babies. How much you've missed me, you've come here, huh?]

In addition, another woman's voice was heard. It was not the mouth of the giant boulevard formed outside, but the voice that spread from the inner tableware.

Now Jean and Murakhan could be sure that the voice's owner was Amela.

She also thought she wouldn't kill Rata and Fey right away.

What if it's not good?

It's hard to put into words. It seemed like we were toys and playmates. He says he's bored, but his hands are wielding a knife.

It's a shame, but I once got my forehead cut in a surprise attack.

Like the conversation that the party had while entering the archipelago, like the part where Amela is talking about "my babies."

To Amela, the Prochi brothers and sisters were lovely toys. unable to let it break easily

[Good night, boys.]

Amela was even singing a lullaby.

I felt like I was in someone's playful dream because of the loud cradle and the lullaby of Amela echoing with table tennis.

Whoo-hoo!

Murakan slowed down. The cradle was no longer visible in the eyes of Qin and Murakhan.

[Amela sounds like a pretty heady guy, too. I think that's how all the things we're seeing these days. Zephyrn, so is that asshole.]

Instead of the cradle, I could see a thicker, black mass of tableware. The cradle went into it and disappeared.

[What's he doing?] [Little one.

Are you going to pursue beyond that darkness or seek other means? There was no need to worry.

"The effect of the tableware is a curse. Well, we're immune anyway, and seeing the giant Bubar exhale, he seems to have physical destructive power, but it's not too much to handle it. Follow me, but."

[Dan?]

"Until we have direct communication with Amela, let us defend or evade, even if there is an attack. Without a counterattack."

[What a piece of shit!

"Do you remember what Amela said as soon as she arrived at the central island?"

[You guys, you've been bugging me too much.]

It was definitely the voice of Amela, though spoken by the giant Bubar.

[Why is that?]

"I don't know exactly what happened with Amela when the four major powers came here before me. But Amela described it as annoying enough to kill them all."

It wasn't just words.

Luncandel seems to have not yet been killed, but Jipple, Kinselo and Beacon have already suffered irreversible levels of damage.

The reason why the four major powers gathered here in the first place is to recruit Amela.

However, the four major powers who visited the archipelago were not in a strange situation even if they made a life-or-death decision with her, let alone Posub.

If the expression "tired" came from an ordinary human being, he would have thought there would be other intentions, but the person who is believed to be imbued with "confusion."

Amela seemed willing to lose to the four great powers and to the fullest enemies for such trivial reasons. Compared to Jonah.

"They're already out there, and we don't have to provoke Amela and be a nuisance, do we?”

When Jean explained and said this, Murakan sighed.

[Ha! I can't believe this Murakan has to be beaten up. It's miserable and deplorable.]

"And, Lord Valkas and Lord Rata have not heard of this."

Such a story meant Amela's way of fighting.

The three largest mercenaries and the world's best substitute recognized even by Balcas as one-man capability.

Valcas and Rata have encountered Amela several times on the battlefield, and in particular, Valcas said she was better at war than the entire Black Kings.

There was no indication that Amela used curses or such unheard-of tableware.

"There was only an expression that the use of technology and various war equipment was unsurpassed, and that strategic tactics were insane. He also said he was moving alone, but he planted so many traps and equipment all over the battlefield that he couldn't understand."

[Hmm, that's true. So Amela was hiding her abilities?]

"If you've hidden that much and you've crushed the Black Kings alone in the war, it means Amela is actually close to Changseong. I don't think so. I think some sort of reason might have changed Amela."

[Changing?]

"If the chaos of Bubar Gaston and Amela met and any amplification was made. And it's working in Amela's favor over Bubar.”

It was a judgment based on intuition, but it was not without any grounds.

The giant boulevard formed outside was almost certain to be controlled by Amela. It is unlikely that Amela would have made Bubar with a tableware for no particular reason.

Bubar's tableware, so to speak.

We have no choice but to use his figure because it controls the power of chaos that Bubar has.

Jean was soon able to reach such a conjecture.

[Hmm, it's like a leap, it's like a plausible one.]

"It's likely that Chaos is the reason Amela is particularly interested and likable to Prochi siblings."

[Snake eyes are different from your sister or Amela, aren't they?]

"Different. But their father is the Smarion Prochi. He's a monster who's been eaten upholstery. Maybe his Chaos is a little bit buried in the Prochi brothers and sisters, and Amela is feeling good for it.”

[Then what about Boovar?] Why are you so kind to the Prochi brothers and sisters and doing that to Bubar?]

"I don't know that. Everything we've said so far is a guess anyway. Well, but......but Bubar seems to be a bit of averse to be honest. I wonder if I need a different reason to hate him."

[Oh, my head hurts. Whatever it is, I'll have to meet you in person to find out what your hypothesis is. Let's go. Without striking back.]

Quaia, cock! Kugugung...…!

The distant rumbling from the outside was getting more and more intense. The intensity of the battle between the giant forces and Amela is increasing.

When I focused my mind for a while, there was a sound of general-level figures shouting evil.

"Based on your chauffeurs, conduct a defensive check-up......! I'll open the way!"

"You've got the captain, back off! The tableware is crowding!"

"Follow the supreme warriors and the royals, and all the red-hands showing their backs will be killed!"

"Don't miss the fire of the Tower! If you get out of the fire, you'll be eroded by the tableware...…!”

Despite the considerable distance, their voices were heard quite clearly. Just as Amela decided to listen for a moment to examine their reactions.

[Hey, let's kill all our cuties. That would be good, wouldn't it, pretty girls?]

Amela, who said so, was convinced.

He thinks he will win, let alone lose, even though he is dealing with all four major forces.

'Just by hearing the voices of the people outside, it seems that Amela's side is overwhelmed.'

That's why Jean could be even more certain. For some reason, Amela has much stronger power than usual.

Although not all the top riders were sent by each force, there were really only a few people in the world who could overwhelm this kind of person alone.

Even considering the Gaifa archipelago is her home base, it is absolutely impossible to compare it to the explanations of Valcas and Rata.

Murakhan's black wings were cutting the table air without a sound.

As the cradle entered the missing lump of tableware, the full darkness unfolded beyond the cloudy one. The darkness did not fade even if the flame formed on the palm of the hand.

He kept moving forward with open mind and full of nerves.

It was a milestone in the distant singing and humming from the inside, and the pleasant whisper of words.

[Lulu, you're an older brother, you're a younger brother. I am the Devil!]

It was as if a child who was absorbed in puppet play was talking to himself. I got goosebumps, but on the other hand, I felt strangely sorry for Jonah.

The hum of Amela was getting closer. And as it got closer, the darkness of the tableware slowly lifted away.

It was because there was a shining space in the distance. Jean and Murakhan were naturally able to realize that the shining space was the core of the tableware that covered the whole island.

Amela sat in the middle.

She was wearing a camouflage suit commonly used by mercenaries. But the camouflage, made of grass and branches, was woven in such a large way that it could not be compared to ordinary objects.

So Amela was dressed.Rather than the flag, it seemed to be buried in a round bush, covering its whole body.

Two hands peeping out of the camouflage were fiddling with something like a small wooden doll.

It was a total of three wooden dolls, and Jean immediately recognized what each of them meant.

They were Prochi brothers and sisters and Bubar.

Actual figures responding to each doll were floating in front of Amela and moving along with her hand.

'But... ..but Bubar is like a soul, and there is no substance.'

While the Prochi brothers and sisters were just the way they were, Bubar was shaped like a shining soul.

And Bubar's dolls fell far away from the Prochi brothers and sisters and punched each other (which seemed to be the behavior of the giant Bubar) and the Prochi brothers and sisters had tea or conversation.

Murakan turned into a human and set foot on the ground with Jin. Then came Amela, who turned her head in dismay.

She had no idea that Murakan and Jean had come all the way here.

[......ha? What is it? What are you guys? You've come all this way. How are you alive?]

said Amela, blushing her eyes. He tilted his head as if he didn't understand.

Chapter end