Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 502

Published at 4th of February 2022 11:57:00 AM

Huge dark clouds that seemed to have turned the mountain range upside down covered the sky of the Sota desert.

It was a dark cloud formed by the ship of Kinselo, Grnil.

The dark clouds gave up ceaselessly shimmering thunder. A tidal wave seemed to spread out in the sky.

In it, the Jipple's mass-production ships, which had been extinguished, were just broken and broken and crashed to the ground.

Already, as many as 20 mass-produced ships have sunk.

150-year-old dragon, over 1,500-year-old wizard, ship project.

Most of Draca's reinforcements headed for Grnil with nervousness.

I didn't think any of the forces, except Looncandel, could do anything to harm the Zipple.

Kinselo, who was only a third-rate terrorist group before the Holy Land incident, is defiling the airspace of the Rutero Magic Federation.

Of course, it was known to the public that Kinselo was not lacking in the three major powers after the terror attacks on the Imperial City.

Grnil seemed stronger than it was when he first appeared in Geomhwangseong Fortress.

The mana of rising stones throughout the hull distorted the surrounding space, and the Sota desert was vibrating on the debris of the falling mass-production ship.

A sandstorm of mixed brains caused fierce whirlwinds everywhere, and the mass-produced ships were slowly sucked into it.

'One day this day had to come...….'

octavian zipple

She stood in the Cosek captain's office, checking the situation with expressionless eyes.

Some top wizards, including Octavia, who had long known the power of Kinselo, were not surprised.

Of course, it's not that I don't have a stomachache.

Rather, they were even angrier than the members who underestimated Kinselo.

It was inevitable if Kinselo read what the reason behind the invasion of the Sota desert was, not the act itself.

"I'm sure the leader of these guys has not recovered since the terror attacks in the Black Yellow Sea. Still, it's like you're going to fight a full-scale war.'

Looncandel.

Because they existed.

Kinselo was taking advantage of the fact that as long as the Looncandel was holding out, the Zipple could not fight an all-out war.

Right now.

I can't afford both forces at once. No, it would be possible, but after the war, Jipple was forced to suffer devastating damage that was close to defeat.

Then the hegemony of the world will be taken for granted by someone else, not those who have lived in the tension of war for the past thousand years.

Even with hundreds of flying fleets, re-creating the root stone, and developing the immortal bio golem to the brink of completion.

The fact that he could not gain an overwhelming advantage in the tug-of-war that has been a long nightmare was creating a chilling hatred for the reality that his enemies were using the bare face.

'We should be stronger, too. You must regain the magic and power of the lost family a day earlier."

So before the time of Zion was over, before the body of General Manager Kinselo was completed, I wanted to be sure. The fact that they will be the masters of the earth.

Dragons and wizards and fleets were encircling Grnil.

Perhaps the term encirclement was inappropriate. In the first place, Grnil saw all of them coming and showed no sign of escape.

Octavia exited the captain's office and took the lead on the Cosec. Then he raised his shining cane to the sky.

"Vishkel Ibliano!"

Octavia's majestic voice, amplified by mana, echoed the sky. Vishkel was on board in Grnil's captain's room.

Despite Octavia's appearance, he did not lose his signature cold expression.

"I've been wondering why the general manager of Kinselo especially cares about you. Can I get a glimpse of your ability today?"

Vishkel had nothing to answer.

He did not have any special powers yet.

As a deputy general manager, he was always meticulous in everything and always had the virtue of keeping a cool head.

Compared to other executives in Kinselo, who are generally hot-tempered or somewhat temperate, he is also an ability. For some reason, he is easily liked by outsiders.

In any case, Vishkel's unanswered stand amplified Octavia's strange expectations.

"Seeing your strength, I hope, will be worthy of this disgrace.”

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

As mana spurted from Octavia's cane, the thunder of Grnil, who was pounding the area, died down for a moment.

For a short time, it operated a mana larger than the power of Grnil.

The mana soon turned into a huge net, winding up the granules, and picking up debris from the falling mass-production ship.

Phoebe, Chei-ying!

A warning tone sounded on Grnil's ship to signal the impact.

The protective membrane, which had endured even Ron's intangible sword, had not yet produced any small cracks, but the hull was receding under the power of the net.

Octavian Zipple, the number two man in the world.

A cold sweat trickled down Vishkel's forehead.

It was questionable how much time the new recruit would buy them.

Sigh!

A woman behind Vishkel yawned with a tear in her mouth.

She was dressed in fancy dresses that were out of place for battle, and on her back stood a dainty pair of wings, about the size of a palm.

"I think it's time! Hey, deputy general. We just have to fight them until he finds them, right?”

"... ...inas. You'd better take a more serious attitude.”

Ainas Caligo, that was the woman's name.

"Hmph! Are you saying that the Second Princess of the Great Caligogist should be serious against inferior human beings? Oh, there are dragons.”

This arrogant, light-hearted attitude of Ainas had kept Vishkel uneasy even before he came to the desert.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. All right, all right. Why don't we do it right?”

said Inas, lifting lightly the great sword placed beside him. The figure of standing up and banging seemed quite relaxed.

"If it's possible, we don't just buy time, but we can wipe it out? Haha."

"It's no time for a joke."

"Watch if you're kidding or not. The vice-captain will wait for a cup of warm tea and slaughter all those before it cools...….”

Looking at Inas, who was at the forefront of Grnil, Octavia narrowed the gap.

"The horse... ...maybe you opened the door? This was your ability, Vishkel Ibliano!"

Octavia flashed her eye and began to release mana again. Inas snorted and threw himself into the air.

"You're a noisy old man.... 깩!"

But far from reaching Octavia, Ainas is seen falling to the ground under the radar of other wizards.

Covered with the breath of dragons flying before they even got stuck on the floor and the magic shelling, Ainas was shouting in the end.

"Bu, Deputy General! Help! Help! Quickly!"

Vishkel was forced to give a deep sigh, touching his forehead.

Even more unfortunate was the fact that Vishkel's despair was not the end there.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......!

Suddenly, a tidal wave of black swarmed from the ground. And the sword, unlike Octavia's net, was dealing a direct blow to the protective membrane of Grnil.

It was Hedo's sword.

Stuff!

There was a crack in the underside of Grnil's hull, and Vishkel had no way of knowing why a figure like that ma'am woman Boubar was with him.

I endured the sword of the sword.Dunny, that's a hard ship.'

Hedo, who took a leap forward, rose to the forefront of the project by spraying black again.

Octavia's eyes were wide open, stunned by the sight of him seriously injured.

"You seem to have made up your mind very firmly in Kinselo. I've been surprised since your request for support, but how could you be so hurt? And on the way here, the two towers were completely destroyed.”

Like Vishkel, Hedo had nothing to answer Octavia.

So I decided to scold him.

"I hope you'll keep your men well in the future, the Ghost Commander."

"Loading guard?"

"You carried out Lady Sandra's orders without thinking. I've had this four months."

It was not entirely wrong, but it was not true.

However, for Octavia, it had no choice but to judge that it was not the time to argue with Hedo.

"I guess my men have hated you. I'll hear the details later. First, we need to find those who have seriously injured you. What kind of guys, which way did you get away?”

Hedo's eyes were on Inas, who was struggling to avoid the constant stream of attacks.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

a horse race

It seemed to be a good excuse.

I hoped so.

"......it seemed like a horse. I fled to the Kuta Forest, but I'm not sure about the path after that."

"Was the Looncandels with you?”

"There were riders, black knight, and black dragon Murakan."

I couldn't fool you to that. If you say you've never met Looncandel, it's a betrayal that goes beyond mere deception, as the truth will be revealed, if not perfect.

That puts Sandra in danger.

Octavia's eyes grew one more time at the word 'Murukan.'

"If the Black Dragon is here, it means the 12th flag is also in the Sota desert. I understand why you struggled."

"Go or you'll miss it."

Octavia drew a long line in the sky with a cane.

Then a light made of mana moved, forming an order in the sky with run letters.

Around the Kuta forest, search for the ex-spirited fugitives.

Capture Jean Looncandel alive!

As soon as the order was given, ten dragons left the ranks and began an exclusive flight toward the Kuta Forest.

Since they have already experienced several humiliation that they have already lost their energy in front of their eyes, the specter have burned their determination to capture him this time.

Unfortunately, the Kuta forest that Hedo described is the opposite of the direction in which Jin and Sandra fled.

Hedo coughed in vain and only shot the sword again with Grnil.

Chapter end