Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 471

Published at 4th of February 2022 11:57:44 AM

What Midor Elner took out looked like a cube a little smaller than a fist.

Midor's face as he looked at things showed his full expectations. The cube was covered with a bluish blue color.

"I can finally get revenge on Muron...…!'

Muron Zipple.

When I recalled the life of the brothers who had gone to the scream, I felt something in my heart.

Midor has been utterly incomprehensible. The fact that despite the fact that Looncandel, who killed Muron, has been on a roll, Jipple has not done the right revenge.

Whak, click...!

When Midor injected mana into the cube, the blue became even darker. It was bright enough to stand out even under a storm of black spirit.

'What's that blue light?'

I was checking the blue light of the cube far away from Jindo Island.

'I don't think it's magic, Artifact?'

The black awls didn't give me much detail. At first glance, however, it was clear that it was a kind of artifact he didn't know.

There was also a bad feeling. At this moment, he was also offended by the sordid expression that seemed to burst into a giggle by himself.

The face that you see before you show them the hidden shot.

Murakhan was also narrowing his forehead to the image of Midor.

In all times, there are always people who want to advance death.]

"Puhhhhhhahahaha!"

Midor suddenly leaned back and burst into laughter. The cubes in his grasp floated in the air with each side open.

"12th Runkandel, Gene Looncandel, and the Black Dragon Murakan! I've been waiting for this day. Only days when your dirty blood can soothe Muron's soul...…!”

[I can't hear you. I'll let you disappear.]

Quaaaaaa!

Murakhan shot Miedor and Zipple's wizards.

It was a breath of considerable emotion and anger. This means that it is more powerful than the disappearance of one of the best warriors of the Baengnang tribe with only his ankle left.

In addition, the Yeonggi spikes, which were being sprinkled between the breath-taking tracks, were added to the scale of a slight reduction in the mountain range.

Murakan himself and Jean were the only ones here who could completely stop the breath.

At the moment that breath hit Zipple's camp, Midor and the surviving wizards were forced to make a fuss with their eyes wide open.

"Oh, still open!"

"Stop..."

The elders, who shouted in a hurry, were swept away in breath without finishing their words, turning into black particles.

The other wizards then squeezed out the shield to the point where they thought it was too much. Murakan's breath was simply ruthlessly trawling the Jipple's cordon.

Like a war wagon that stopped moving only after rolling down steep hills and destroying dozens of houses.

Murakan's light exhaled breath only stopped after he crushed the thirty or so of the furnace into powder and smashed it to the protective membrane that was formed right in front of Midor.

Haha, there is no longer a look of excitement left over from laughing and sneezing.

Midor was just blinking his eyes with pores all over him. The confidence that he had by invoking a cube has already been dampened.

'......are you sure this is the breath that you shot without any sign or preparation?'

The intuition that he must have made a mistake in calculation stabbed Midor in the chest like a knife.

I was actually feeling a little bit when the black awls began to fall.

Is today really the right moment to carry out revenge?

There was no turning back to do the calculation again. Even Murakhan was angrier at the sight of Midor, who survived the breath. He hurt his pride.

[Blocking him?] Uh, block him? Crazy, hectic, huh? Ha, me. You punk. It's annoying.]

Therefore, Murakhan's usual way of speaking was somewhat out of line, but the enemies felt more afraid. Somewhere out of place, the capricious strongman was always scary.

Whoooooooooooooop!

This time, Murakan took a deep breath. He has properly raised his strength to exhale.

Young-ki's outbursts, which had been pouring out without a sound, died down in a moment.m. Young-gi, who was being used in the awl storm, was the result of breath addition.

The ground, where the eternity was stopped, looked as desolate as the test site of the magic artillery attack. There was not a single flat ground left, and corpses with only part of their bodies rolled on the floor like dust.

Viment's crew managed to hold their spirits and rearrange the ranks, while the watermen of Kinselo were completely unconscious, and were popping up in tears in a flutter.

On the side of the Zipple, only a few Midor and the elders were left to shiver.

And in front of Jin, Sandra Zipple finds a human form and regenerates herself.

The sound of the keyriks, the keyrits and the cogwheels seemed to be significantly slower than before.

'This makes me think that the power of time is greater than the power of time.'

It is true that the power of time is great, but Jin knows that it was impossible to recover to this level even when the damage reached a definite death. Even Quikantel can't undo a body that is decomposed into flesh.

'The power of the malt and the biogolem. It seems certain that the two are being used together. If Jipple can continue to create a Sandrlike existence...….'

Suddenly, a memory of my past life came to mind.

Mirror, fountain of mana.

In his previous life, Zipple acquired the colon's body and constantly printed a seven-star wizard. Called the Yangsan Wizard, they were used to further strengthen the dominance of the Gipple.

Sandra's regenerative power was no match for the mass-production wizard of her previous life.

Is it a change in my regression?

Could his return to stimulating the jipple have had some profound impact on their research direction or performance? So isn't that why Looncandel has become more disadvantageous now than it was then?

The thought flashed on my mind, but soon Jean shook her head.

"No, come to think of it now, the mass-production wizard alone has not allowed the Gipple to dominate that much. Even if there are a few people with 7 horsepower, I can't handle 9 or 10 stars.'

The mass-production wizard at that time would have been nothing but a test piece or material to make 'weapon' like the current Sandra Jipple.

"At the time, the mass-production wizard was a tool to advertise the dominance of the Jipple externally, and in fact, people like Sandra Jipple were probably in large quantities and engaged in battles that were not exposed to the media."'

Since they didn't get a mirror in Jean's life, it was highly likely that the biogolem study was much later than in its previous life.

Even assuming that, the biorhythms of the Jipple had reached this level. It's coming back even if your whole body breaks down dozens of times.

'Even the secret of the Jipple I'm going to see today, I don't think this is all...….'

a shimmering cube

What is it that makes me wonder if Midor is so confident.

Even though it feels like the spirit has been dampened by a breath.

"Yi........Ki.... Fortune, bastard bird, talent. That, only......."

Sandra, whose face was partially returned, was the first to say.

Midor was listening to the words clearly. Those who were close to the silence could hear each other's breath.

But Midor, pretending not to hear Sandra's orders, seized his fear.

That's what I think.

'Yes, you can win. Let's not be afraid. Today is definitely a day when you can drink the blood of your enemies in a pure gold glass.'

With you.

There is no reason not to do so.

Midor knelt down and raised his hands in a polite figure. Like a believer in God.

It was Midorman's ritual, which had nothing to do with the 'complete opening' of a cube. A ceremony to welcome and show respect to one's elder brother, who has indeed met for the first time in a long time.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

Light spread like water from a completely open six-sided surface. Light from the cube was flowing through the air like waves.

Dark and gloomy blue light streams seemed to paint on the space as a drawing paper.

Except for Zipple, Murakan has lived for 3,000 years.

It was a strange scene that everyone here had never seen before.

'The lights are forming something...... ha, my God.'

After watching the light of the cube for a while, Jin had to suppress the desire that came up in his absurd mind.

The first thing light formed, a human being.

It was a Muron Zipple.

"Hello, brother...…!”

Midor raised his head and looked up at Muron with glistening eyes.

Before I knew it, the Muron had a form of material, so to speak, not light, with a texture and weight.

Unlike when we met in Colon, however, it was not a fully alive person.

The skin was dark blue, like an old corpse, and peeled off all over the place, revealing things like bones, teeth, and so on. The pupils of the eyes were dark and dazed, and it just looked as if the body was moving.

Also, Muron was not the only thing that formed the light of a cube.

ship

A battle weapon of the Jipple, a ship symbolizing the scourge of heaven.

A flying ship resembling the Cosek was also forming behind the Muron.

The shriveled ship was rather larger than the Cosek, giving off a greater show of dignity by its appearance alone.

There were numerous light-forming wizards on board the ship.

In other words, Jipple's ships and troops were formed in the middle of the island out of nowhere.

Those holding their heads together at the shocking sight had to forget what everyone had to say.

Even Jin's eyes are blindingly speechless.

[Good air, Midor.]

When Muron finally opened his mouth and spoke in a friendly yet dignified voice, Midor looked as if he was about to cry in a moment of emotion.

Now you can avenge yourself with your brother, and take the road of recognition by your father...…!

My whole body was shaking like mad at the thrill that began with such conviction. For a moment, I felt foolish to doubt the strength of my brother and his ship and the army.

[And long time no see, Jean Lunkan...]….]

[Oh, I've been looking at you for a while, and this shit just popped out of nowhere. Huh? Bad luck!]

It was then.

What the Murakhan breathed together.

Whoooooooooooooooooo!

There was a deluge of spiritual energy that was so dense that it was no match for the black awl that had just poured out, that it was pouring into Muron and his army.

Neither Midor nor Muron.

I didn't even think that the breath would break the ship.

So, after one defense, the Jin group only planned to continue their attack with a shiverable ambassador.

But the next moment, the giant ship that just light formed was so easy.

It was as simple as a torch-carved hanji was burned through the center of Murakan's breath and was crushed.

Kudddeuk, Kaddeuk, Kiki-gi!

Boom, boom! Gag! Ting! Taetang!

Muron and Midor had no choice but to doubt their ears at the sound of the ship breaking. It sounded strange because the brothers had no sense of reality.

[What a bunch of bastards sat on the dirt of their weight, anyway. To search.]

Murakan only rinsed and snorted.

Chapter end