Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 463

Published at 4th of February 2022 11:57:55 AM

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As soon as Amela finished speaking, something like a blade popped out from the back of the clumped table. Jin and Murakan are not difficult to avoid, as expected.

'I knew you'd look like Jonah, but you're a little bit more crazy than I expected.'

The blades of the tableware were embedded in the place where Qin and Murakhan stood. Just by looking at the way the ground was cut like water, we could see that the attack was not just a threat.

Murakan tried to fight back reflexively and gained strength. It was because Jin's words, "Let's only defend and avoid until we communicate with Amela," came to mind.

'Oh, man! It's annoying to just avoid.'

Less than five seconds later, more than a hundred blades fell for Qin and Murakhan.

And Amela was just sitting in place, controlling the process with only a wink and a small gesture.

'It's like a god of this space.'

Jean thought, hitting a blade of a tabletop that flew right in front of her nose. Fragments of the blade broken in the fist flew back toward the camp without falling to the floor.

It was something that could not be done by magic. It would have been a power of chaos, a movement that would only be possible with a special kind of power.

[Hmph] [Hmph] That's fast. Let's see where we can keep avoiding it!]

The number of blades formed in the air began to increase rapidly. More than twice as many blades as they seem were pressing Jean and Murakhan from all sides.

Even he avoided it all or broke it with his bare hands, and Amela rolled her foot once and vented her anger.

The entire space then vibrated unsteadily as if it were about to collapse, and the blades multiplied once again to about 500.

Sreung!

It is impossible to avoid and remove all the blades of the same number even if it is Jin, so I took out the sign.

[Hen, look, you can't just stand the heat, can you?]

"I took it out to defend it, so hang in there a little longer."

Shiaaaah! More than five hundred blades fired in unison covered the appearance of Jinsun and Murakan.

But at the next moment, Qin mixed the Ming-gum Jeolgi Falls with a plain-style thunderbolt and broke all the blades of the tableware.

When Jin and Murah Khan first entered this space, they broke the tableware so easily. Amela had no choice but to panic.

How come they're not affected? Why aren't you crazy?'

She was not yet aware that Jean was a contractor for Solderlet.

To be exact, they didn't even know that the men in front of them were Jean Looncandel and Black Dragon Murakan, and they didn't even know what kind of ripples they were causing in the world recently.

Amela was, so to speak, really not interested in the way of the world. Just as Valeria expressed in her previous life.

"Army Amela, I am Jean Luncandel, the twelve-time Looncandel of Looncandel."

[Man of Looncandel?]]

"Yes."

[But I can't spare you.]

Jipple, Kinselo, and imperial soldiers, who had already been cursed outside and killed each other, were going over a thousand units. Amela wouldn't have done it in the first place if she cared about the future.

"You were no further than the rumor.”

As soon as he answered, the shape of the swords that had been floating in the air began to muffle and change.

The tableware, which quickly became a new form, now looked like a gun, not a blade.

'Po?'

All the artillery pieces, which could only be seen in large-scale wars, fought the Qin and the Murakans.

Furberbung! Poof... Pawbuck...…!

Unlike the Nansha, the ordinary gun, the gun made up of tableware did not need to change. At Amela's will, bullets are constantly formed and fired.

I couldn't see the guns knocking on the shield. It seemed that to pierce these guns without Bradamante's spirit armor, one would have to use a throw-in machine, a power-fusion, or equivalent.

'For that to happen, Sir Rata and Fay could be in danger.'

Bubariah, you feel like you have only soul without substance, and you don't have to worry about it, even if you suffer damage. It was unclear whether Amela would protect the lovely toys even in the extreme.

"I wanted to solve the problem with the Ming sword even if I had to overpower it.'

the spirit of life

The reason why Jin first took out his signature instead of Bradamante was his habit (to expose his opponent's weapon of spirit as little as possible), but it was also because of his experience.

I lose my reason when I see Young-ki. You don't have to be sorry because I didn't explain it. Hey, I thought the youngest would hide that power from me at least until he became a jockey...….

When she was a backup jockey, Jonah, facing Jin's spirit, almost killed her beloved youngest brother on the spot.

There's no way Amela would react the same way as Jonah, but there's nothing wrong with being careful. Jean came here to be her ally.

At this point, however, Jin had no choice. I've never thought that dialogue would be so impossible.

The shelling stopped for a moment.

It didn't stop because Amela was tired. That was why Jin and Murakan were trying to make sure they were finished.

[Fast of it, persistent!] If you show me this much effort, shouldn't you die?]

Of course, the two stood in perfect shape. Even though the protective film was seriously damaged than the worn mop, it was poured down.

Jean and Amela's eyes met.

"You look too comfortable to say you've tried. You're not even breathing.”

While Qin and Murakhan used energy as much as they had formed a protective shield, Amela's tableware had not been consumed at all after so many artillery were poured out.

[That's right. My power here is limitless. So why don't we not relax and just finish it? I'll tell you in advance, that strange cramming sword can't hurt me.]

Suddenly, a dagger was formed in the grasp of Amela.

'That's interesting. Can anything be formed with a tabletop? Besides, here. As I expected, it seems clear that something special has temporarily given Amela transcendental powers.'

And Amela cut off my left wrist with a dagger without even thinking for a moment.

But the wrists that had sprained outside the bush clothes spread smoke-like tableware from the affected area instead of blood, and immediately appeared to form anew.

"You're tough, Lord Amela."

Murakhan shook his head as if dumbfounded.

"That kind of super-renewal is my specialty, but now even humans are. Hey, hey. Did you say Amela? You're going to believe that and you're going through it's true."

You're the ones who die anyway. I just want to give you a chance to die comfortably. I wish I could stop interrupting my precious time with my cuties.]

"I've got as much examples as I can, Amela. So let me ask you one last question. Have any of the people in the Gaifa Islands decided to join hands with you?"

Outside, the figure of the giant Bubar, still controlled by Amela, and the four major powers continue to fight, but they asked deliberately.

Judging from his personality, it was no wonder that the alliance did not stop the attack, saying, "We should accept a price that bothered us."

[What's the point of knowing that?]]

"I also came here to recruit you, just like those outside. I hear you're wandering around the world, exploring, looking for something. I think it has something to do with this murky energy, Chaos."

[You know Chaos?]]

"I don't know."

[You can't be friends with me then.]

Jean's gaze turned to the soul of Bubar, who was hammering hard into the air and exhaling.

"Then you became friends with Boubar Gaston?"

asked in a quiet tone, as if asking a child. Jin thought Bubar was obsessed with Kinselo a little while ago.

Unlike the Prochi brothers and sisters, however, given that Bubar has only soul-like things, it occurred to me that it might not be.

'Kinselo probably has a lot more information about Chaos than I do. That soul-like Boubar may also be a form of chaos or a piece of his sculpture, and that may have amplified Amela's power.'

Amela nodded with a slight pause.

[Such...] It's like.]

He seemed to be reluctantly positive. I had no choice but to be friends because of the information about Chaos, but in fact, I don't want to be close to him.

Jean's eyes chilled at the answer.

"For example, you belong to Kinselo.”

I'm not sure about that...... Wait, why should I be being interrogated by you like this? You just have to kill him!]

"I'll kill you....I was asking to judge that, too, substitute Amela."

The gag, the gag, the gag...…!

There was a sudden crack in the ground on which the camp was taking. As he lifted up his spirits, the air sank heavily in an instantaneously.

And the shining blade of Bradamante escaped the sword.

In the first place, Qin did not visit this land on the condition that Amela would be "possessed unconditionally."

We have to bring her in. If it's impossible, you should make sure you check it.

As I said to Valcas, she was also mindful of being an enemy.

Check, it was intended to be determined by the power or ability of Amela.

For example, whether to kill her, save her, stop at the vanguard of the enemy, or not keep her in check.

Of course, this ability was the first.

In the future, if the day comes when Looncandel will have an all-out war with Kinselo, then the Amela of that time will come to the battlefield with a force as close to infinity as it is now.

How many Looncandels will die then? In order to avoid such a future, Amela was a must-kill.

"I have not been welcomed to visit your land, but I have no feeling. Even if you refused my offer with more courtesy, my choice would not have changed if you would be my enemy's friend. I don't think you should have any hatred."

Whoo-wow!

Bradamante was black with spirit.

At that moment Amela had no choice but to be frightened with her eyes wide open.

'Yeo...... Young-ki?! So, you're not saying he's Soldert's...…!'

The gun has already begun to fire, responding quickly to Jean's movements.

But Qin, protected himself in his spirit armor, was wielding a bradamante at Amela, going straight through the fire.

Chapter end