Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 552

Published at 14th of February 2023 08:10:03 AM

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Octavia thought that she would not be defeated even if Rosa led the Black Knights herself.

It would be shocking to assume that she would lose, but this is the result of fighting Jin and the others. It wasn't even the result of carelessness.

She obviously brought out the best magic she could, and even so, it was just not enough to withstand Jin and Misha's flames of hell.

It's not over yet.

She want to stand up again, but her broken body only gave her cramps.

“Captain has regained consciousness!”

“Captain, the order…… !”

The spectre crew guarding her was screaming in haste.

Due to the clash between Jin and Misha's flames and Octavia's vision magic, the battle on the ground reached its climax at once.

Both sides were desperately squeezing out their remaining strength as soon as Octavia fell. The spectres had to stop the martial artists who were trying to seize the opportunity, and Jin and the others had to somehow finish off Octavia.

Everyone was certain that if they couldn't completely cut off Octavia's breath, there would be no next time. They had to solidify their victory while the wraiths were guarding Octavia and unable to attack properly.

3 spectres were killed and 6 spectres were injured to such an extent that they could not fight. On the other hand, all of the Vamel Alliance were injured, but no one died.

It was the result of Runcandel's magic sword breaking the magic of Zipfel. Of course, this would never have happened if Jin was alone.

But Misha also poured her everything out like Octavia.

While the battle continued again, Misha was unable to fight. She even transforming back into a human form to lessen her shock from the aftermath of battle and seemed to out of breath.

“Miss Misha, are you okay?”

Jin was also a little tired, but it wasn't to the extent that there was a big problem in the battle.  Misha nodded her head and smiled lightly.

“I thought she would disappear without a trace, but it seems I underestimated it a bit.”

“I was lacking.”

"Not like that. You are also just a monster....”

Ugh, Misha spat out muddy shadow force and glared at the back of the spectres.

She had expected that Jin’s flame of hell, with all her powers, would surely kill Octavia.

“Be careful, Jin. Octavia Zipfel... maybe it will happen again.”

Jin had such a premonition.

She has lost one eye, in addition the terrible backflow symptoms, and the body was smashed, but Octavia didn't seem to end like this.

New light magic spell began to gather near Octavia, who had already collapsed. The shining mana was clinging to Octavia's body and healing her.

The spectres waited for Octavia’s command.

It was because they still had options. Will they retreat or will they fight?

On the other hand, the sword emperor castle camp had no choice. Because there was nowhere to retreat anyway.

If the spectres had determined that Octavia was completely incapacitated, they would have already chosen to take retreat with her.

Octavia slowly raised her body. The staggering figure seemed to collapse at any moment, but the light magic spell took center stage instead.

“We will…… not retreat. Continue the battle.”

At her command, the spectre’s magic became more aggressive.

Misha fell into the rear ranks and hid in Murakan's curtains, and the rest of the martial artists regrouped around Jin.

Now, there were a total of 20 spectres who could fight. However, the moment Octavia recovers, Jin and the others have no choice but to fight harder than before.

“The same goes for us, Octavia Zipfel.”

There were still remnants of the flames in Bradamante. Jin released his remaining mana to rekindle the fire.

It seemed to be a sign of something. As soon as the sword started burning, Jin's party and the wraiths threw their swords and wands at each other again.

Everyone is tired and hurt. No one can fully display their original skills on the ground battlefield.

That is why their battles were getting closer to the original form of the act of ‘fighting’.  Primitive and desperate, a melee battle that is commonly called a bar fight.

The mages stabbed by the sword and the knights who were enchanted screamed like beasts.

In particular, the strength of Jin and the sword saints stood out.

In such a pure fight, it was only natural that the sword of Runcandel and the sword of Hairan would shine the most.

Desperately.

Jin was moving towards Octavia. Bradamante, dyed in blue flames, collided with magic and shields every time he swung, and blood surged from his throat due to the backlash, but he did not stop.

If he stop, it's over. Since he had already entered the formation of the enemy, falling or stopping here meant death.

The same was true for his comrades who followed him into the enemy camp.

It was like crossing a sea from which he could never go back once he started swimming. The moment you stop before reaching that end, the only thing that comes to you is cold death.

Every moment there was a danger of being killed and crippled every second.

There was not a single martial artist to be afraid while throwing themselves down that road.  Everyone was just looking at Jin's back, pushing away the enemies flying into his blind spot, and they are trusting him and moving forward.

'Why doesn't the 12th flagbearer fall down...!’

'Damn it, you mean you still have strength left after making the captain that way!'

Always, the human named Jin Runcandel could not be understood by the mages of Zipfel.

How on earth can he perform miracles like this every time, why are they who are clearly objectively superior in power, being pushed behind, what is this power.

When did you become such a huge enemy....

Even if they used great magic with all might, Jin's breakthrough speed showed no sign of slowing down.

He'll stop this time, he'll take a step back this time, he'll collapse this time...…!

All of those predictions were wrong. Even once, the spectre's link magic hit Jin's chest authentically, but he didn't seem to be hit at all.

The link magic seemed like passing through the ghost.

Wait, it feel like passing a ghost?

Shit!

At that moment, the members of the spectre squad had to realize a terrible fact.

The fact that they were fooled by the black dragon Misha's trick once again.

From the middle of the breakthrough, what the Wraiths were attacking wasn't the real Jin. It was Jin's illusion that Misha had created before leaving for the rear.

Unlike the shadow force doll, the virtual image has no physical power, but it was enough to deceive the enemies who lost their pace.

“Can you afford to put so much effort into illusions? I don't think so.”

Jin said, stabbing his sword into the belly of a spectre.

He was hiding among the sword saints while the attacks focused on the illusion. And the wraith he killed was the person who guarded the front of Octavia.

By then, Octavia was holding her own in a considerably improved condition. However, she was only better than right after being hit by a fire, and she was not yet able to fight.

“Stop him!”

Mana ray flew through the body of the Wraith, which hadn't even collapsed yet. Jin barely turned his head, and the beam of light just brushed his cheek.

He couldn't afford to dodge the ensuing attack, but Sword saint Ruyan stepped forward at incredible speed to protect him.

Ruyan's wrist was as thin as a dry twig. It is unbelievable that it is an martial artist wrist that has been trained all his life.

The rest of the Sword saints who followed him were also have thin appearance like him.

But as they grew thinner, their swords became sharper. Just like a flame blooming in full bloom right before it goes out.

Jin didn't even have time to say thank you or exchange a glance. Jin dug inside once more, leaving the martial artists behind.

“Octavia Zipfel!”

Flash-!

The shadow force and fire surrounding Bradamante grew thicker. Octavia was avoiding Jin's sword by stepping backwards.

It was inherently unacceptable for a person of her caliber to go into battle and walk backwards so clumsily.

No matter how much she is a mage, she has basic taijutsu that she needs to learn to deal with knights, and she never backtracked even when dealing with martial artists who had a clear advantage over Jin.

It was a movement that could only be seen in the fight of sewage, but there was nothing that could be done for Octavia.

‘If only I had one more minute to recover…!’

However, Jin was unable to cut her as she randomly threw her out.

The spectres are spectres after all. Although the sword saints and his comrades risked their lives to push them back, it was not enough to completely break down the last line of deterrence.

If Octavia had been fine, they couldn't have reached this point in the first place.

The wind of the blade brushed her nose, and Octavia felt her whole body turn cold with cold sweat.

‘Now 55 seconds, 54…… damn it!'

The time felt so long.

It seemed that her subordinates would not be able to fully protect her within that time. It wasn't because the spectre’s abilities were lacking.

Jin is just special to the extent that it can never be explained in terms of being strong, great, or lucky...…

In the midst of the rain of swords and magic, Jin, as always, thought of only one thing.

Cut.

Before learning the shadow sword 1st technique from his siblings, he was practicing the essence of the magic sword that he had already realized.

He was armed with the will to slash without fail.

That will reached Octavia once again, escaping the encirclement of the spectres.

The moment the blue-black sword was raised to the sky to cut Ocativa, she had to face a huge and dark emotion that she had long forgotten.

Fear.

The fear of dying at this rate.

“Aah!”

“Ahhh!”

The moment the sword fell, Octavia and Jin screamed at the same time.

The spectre’s mana beam hit Jin's back. His shadow force armor blocked it, but the shock made his eyes go blank for an instant, so Bradamante could not bisect Octavia with slash.

Squeak-!

What Jin slashed was Octavia's wand, which she reflexively held out and the right hand holding it.

Flames of hell stuck to the cut surface and preventing the recovery of light, and her severed hand instantly turned to ashes and fluttered.

It was unreasonable to dig further than that.

‘Once I join the allies, I have to seize the opportunity again. Octavia's recovery will be delayed anyway, so we should be able to win...!’

If he go in further, he may not know about himself, but his allies will surely die. Jin backed away and looked down at the fallen Octavia.

“You said as if you were not afraid of anything in the world, but what about now? Octavia Zipfel. Is that arrogant thought still there?”

Octavia has lived a long life, and there is only one moment more humiliating than present day, the day she faced Chiron.

Whether it's because of Misha's participation in the war, or his sword skills and his struggles beyond the expectations, or Jin's special nature.

Whatever the reason, Octavia was virtually defeated in the ground battle. She was completely defeated even though she had absolute superiority. Octavia herself had no choice but to admit it.

“This fight is your victory, Jin Runcandel.”

"I haven't cut you yet, so it's not over. And it would be nice if you could correct it as the victory of the Vamel Alliance and the sword emperor castle. If you die, you won't be able to....”

The moment he said that.

Suddenly, Jin felt a terrible energy starting from the sky, which he had felt only once a long time ago. Jin’s other comrades were feeling the same energy as Jin perceived.

Octavia said in calm voice.

“However, my defeat does not mean Zipfel’s defeat...… It must be a pity for you guys.”

What the party felt was the energy of the Demon’s God’s orb that had finally been opened.

Chapter end