Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 470

Published at 4th of February 2022 11:57:45 AM

Whoooooooooong....!

As if the black paint had been released from the transparent bucket, the spirit that had escaped from Murakhan began to color the sky.

The speed was very fast. In an instant, as if it had become a moonlit night, Murakan's amber eyes stood out.

It looked just like the eyes of an envoy. To those who look up at Murakan under the dark sky.

If I tell you to wipe it all out, then you'll know and use all the comments after 100 times in harmony.

After 100? It's all about death or destruction.

Yes, I mean use those comments properly and kill them if possible. There are only about five people left in each camp who don't have much weight.

Heng, kid. I think you're mistaken. Such things can be done well without having to decide or tell them. Rather, your comments seem to be used by sloppy people who just needlessly weigh themselves. Real exhausts like me scare you a little more plainly.

I know, but I said it because I need a bluff.

What, bluffing?

You're not as strong as you were in your prime, yet. Let's bluff as much as we can until we find our strength. You know your prestige is on the verge of breaking through the sky after the Black Royal Army incident, right?

Chet, I don't like it. I'll do as you say. I will be Murakan, the worst nightmare that a mortal can suffer, and you will never dream of becoming a dead man, and how did you choose the same shriveling comment?

Was that 107? Why, I don't think it's bad. Anyway, when you kill your enemies, use techniques that look as good as you can. Something inefficient, but cool and grand.

All right, all right.

The conversation we had when we were making a comment.

Although he said he didn't like it, Murakan was in fact pleased with the fact that his status had risen significantly since the Black Royal Army incident.

Of course, when it feels like a dragon is treated as if it's not even a new foot's blood and claws compared to the dignity of its heyday, but it's hard to let go of the feeling of being shabby.

The opportunity has come, so to speak, to raise the satisfaction one more level.

[I am Murakan.]

Vortexes were forming all over the pitch-black sky.

Hundreds of vortexes were created in a moment, and in the middle of all vortex black and giant awls were escaping.

They were black awls that would follow Murakan's will.

[The worst nightmare that a mortal can suffer.]

A solemn yet sullen voice weighed heavily on the entire archipelago. They echoes in all directions in the tent of Young-gi, and the beasts and worms of the island hurriedly hid themselves in the gloomy vibration.

The birds flew out of the island, and wild animals and worms dug deep into their burrows.

After regaining the power of 50%.

All the movements of the rice plants seemed to be transmitted one by one.

The sound of birds flying and closing their wings; the sense of the mudflats shaking with their front feet to open their hideouts; the running and flight of insects digging deeper into the forest.

Murakhan was feeling it all, floating in the sky.

I was savoring it.

A thousand years ago, the senses were often appreciated on behalf of music or Chunhwa Book. What I had forgotten until I got back 50%.

So he waited still for a while.

So that the rice plants can avoid their bodies enough. They were forced to check the location of the seaweeds they could not avoid. It was to take care not to die when the massacre began.

The movement of the rice plants is so clear.

I couldn't help feeling the fear of the humans right below me.

'I'm just developing my strength, and this kind of pressure......! The imperial dragons were not afraid for nothing.'

Apparently, he hurt his heart. Is this really the power of being hurt? Has everyone recovered?'

'Scared, scared, save me!'

The imperial family, the Jipple and the Suin of Kinselo thought, respectively.

Their heartbeat and tremors felt like a good tune to listen to.

'Yes, that's exactly what it felt like. I feel like I can kill and save everything my way!'

The thrilling sensation in a thousand years made my tail stiff and my heart trembled.

You can't still savor this feeling against the world's most powerful, but right now you're no different than the god of the archipelago.

All the enemies of Qin were extremely nervous, with no mouth to mouth.

Only one man, Sandra Zipple, was constantly shouting.

"Midor Elner, you ungrateful bastard! I'm warning you, just activate the tower's wand without my permission. Huh? I'll cut my throat with a sashimi knife myself and give you a filial piety in the middle of Drogka Square."

She seemed completely uninterested in having her arms cut and sealed.

The cutting surface was somewhat recovered, and blood was stopped by normal healing magic, not by the power of time.

It wasn't just a constant stream of curses on Midor. He said to Jin in an endless soft voice.

"We had some problems with our date because of the bastard we wouldn't miss feeding the wild dog. Will you kindly understand me with a heart as handsome as your face?”

I think it's better not to get involved with this man.

Such an instinctive signal was rumbling through Jean's mind.

Beyond the coolness of my back, the kind of strange fear I had for the first time made my whole body shudder.

"How far were we, by the way?”

"He, um. Drinking stone."

"Oh, that's right. Drinking Stone. How hard it is to make it without Kinselo...….”

"Sandra! No, you crazy man! Don't worry about it's okay.…!”

Just as Sandra was about to make another fuss over Midor's urgent cry, Murakhan realized that all the delicacies had now left or settled.

[You shall be the dead that you will never dream of again.

Murakan to wrap up the 107th line.

He then looked over the ground with a satisfied look. The awls have been positioned to fall.

From the whirlpool of spirit the black and sharp rain began to fall.

Each vortex was constantly throwing up one huge awl and hundreds of small ones formed near it.

From afar, it seemed like a swarm of locusts had struck the archipelago.

What was scarier was the fact that the awls were falling without a sound. Silence was one of the most superior attributes of power: shadow, spirituality.

"Hey, stop it!"

"Save Sandra, the damned!"

"Growl!"

All I could hear was the scream and the noise of something being destroyed, even though so many awnings were pouring in.

Usually, when magic or technology of this size is used, some damage to allies is to be tolerated.

However, none of Young-ki's awls fell on the side where the Knights of Looncandel stood.

It was falling within a span of time. It was as if only the Looncandel camp had been covered with umbrellas.

Naturally

The eyes of the Looncandels were bound to face Qin and Murakhan.

He was especially heading for Jean. In some ways, the camp, which just stood with a heartless face and appreciates the enemies killed, came more ferocious than the Murakan who was pouring out awls.

For the Looncandels, it felt as if they had glimpsed the relationship between Shanghai and Shanghai.

Command like that, that is the youngest ' to act without any trace of bitterness? Although the relationship between Sukho-ryong and the contractor is usually somewhat understaffed by the former, isn't this a complete master and subordinate!'

Beyond just stabbing and penetrating, Murakan's awl was literally "crushing" enemies.

Even if you combine all your own guardian and executive knights, will you be able to follow one Murakan?

I was convinced that I could never.

'My guardian knights can't even be compared, and maybe even your older brother's...….'

You may not be able to handle Murakan.

It struck me that way.

Of course it was a wrong idea. No matter how much Murakhan regained his power of 50%, Joshua had a black knight, the best executive knights of the family and the greatest guardian.

If Murakhan could deal with them all by himself, Jean would be a housekeeper tomorrow.

Vigo was really under the impression that he was intimidated by the overwhelming force and production that he had seen in a long time. And the illusion, after his return, was about to become a big rumour of a thread that circled the Sword's Garden.

Sandra was torn to shreds, too.

"Uh, ooh, think, ie, try it, marry me."

Surprisingly, and as it has been all this time. She kept her eyes fixed on Jean, playing her body over and over again.

"Argh!"

"Kuck!"

The elders who came running to save her left a death cry while hitting the shield. With Midor's order, we have to save it, but in fact, the power of the elders was not enough.

Midor was aware of the fact.

The pure blood is being torn right in front of my eyes, and I just gave the order because I didn't know what would happen in the future if I didn't take any action.

It was also necessary to create a cause.

There have been so many sacrifices to save Sandra, but in the end she couldn't get out of the state of being unable to carry out operational command.

Therefore, he had no choice but to take full power and command instead.

"Seven Wires, that's enough. Now the Lord of the Mower will take command of it, and the Lord of the Rites will understand it.…!”

"At this rate, Lady Sandra's regeneration is not limitless. To save your life......you must use that method!"

A furnace said, looking at the awl that broke through the shield.

Midor nodded, biting his lips as if he couldn't help it.

Given the disappearance of the giant figure, it is highly likely that the substitute Amela has already been beaten by Murakan! I know you want to avenge your majesty, but you must step down now!

Seven Wonders!

Fix it!

The method.

That was the basis for Midor Elner's unwillingness to step down even after seeing the commercialization of Murakan and Jin from the start.

"Whoo."

Midor caught his breath once. It was to hide the wild breath of excitement that he could finally get revenge.

It's rather good. If Sandra had just asked me to step down, I'd have to get stuck with my enemy in front of me.

"Okay."

said Midor, taking something out of his bosom.

Chapter end