I Regressed to My Ruined Family - Chapter 79

I Regressed To My Ruined Family Chapter 79

＃When he returned, his family was ruined (80)

Count Marek.

He received the archduke’s sword.

‘It’s heavy.’

Even with his eyes, which had reached the level of a superhuman, it was difficult to find the Archduke’s loopholes.

It was a really good article.

That’s already a half-finished article.

‘There’s only one thing missing.’

It was only the amount of mana held in the body.

It was amazing.

There were only a few articles in his life that he felt were ‘perfect’.

‘…It’s like seeing the duke.’

The owner of the Lacian duchy.

Duke Gerond.

It was the first article that came to mind when looking at the Archduke. A monster who can be called a true transcendent, not a half-baked transcendent like himself.

‘The level you can see is about 7 stars if you hit it well.’

But why do I think of the transcendent every time I see him?

Marek smiled empty-handedly.

That too for a while.

He started swinging his sword.

One sum.

Two sums.

The more he swung, the faster Marek’s sword gained.

At the point when the sum of ten exceeds.

Everyone in the grand performance hall and audience was accelerating to the point where his sword strikes could not be seen with the naked eye.

It’s overwhelming.

Marek’s offensive was so fierce that I can only say this.

A terrifying sword wind.

The archduke standing in the middle of it looked as if he would collapse at any moment.

however.

Everyone’s expectations were completely wrong.

Rather, the archduke was not able to catch up with Marek’s speed little by little, and was moving between Marek’s swords while launching sharp counterattacks.

“…What am I looking at now?”

“…oh my god.”

Count Marek was a knight known as a transcendent. Of course, I thought the Archduke would collapse in less than ten seconds.

But how can you stand up to a knight called the Transcendent to that extent?

I was almost starting to wonder if what I was seeing was a dream.

While we were fighting like that.

This was the moment when Marek threw a sword straight into the archduke’s chest.

‘Gap.’

Ethan’s eyes lit up.

Marek had no intention of killing himself. This was a fact that could be seen just by looking at the appropriate use of the sword.

It was still like that now.

Marek’s sword was being swung much louder than before, as if he were trying to shoo away flies that were sticking to his body.

It was as if he was blatantly sending a signal to avoid it.

This is a guy I didn’t like from the first time I met him.

Moreover, the sword had a similar type of flame flowing out of it as Theron’s.

It’s a flame that seems much more refined and stable than Theron’s.

‘I see.’

This makes it clear.

High-ranking people, including Marek, were learning techniques that appeared to be much more advanced than what Theron had learned.

I learned skills to overcome my shortcomings.

So what is Theron who has mastered imperfect techniques?

‘Experiment subject and puppet.’

If you look at the guy who you saw earlier who is wondering if he is a black magician or something, he stays still like a gentle sheep without even resisting.

No matter how much I looked, nothing else came to mind.

He must have used some kind of technique to maximize negative emotions and apply them to the flame.

Otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to build up such deep feelings at eighteen.

Although he was angry about Theron’s incident, Ethan’s thoughts were still cold.

‘Basic preparations are complete.’

This was the Duke of Ardan.

And he was now in a situation where he was on the verge of becoming a duke.

As the ruler of a vast duchy.

From now on, I have no intention of bowing my head to anyone.

Even if it is the emperor of an empire.

‘I’ll show you.’

The Duke’s sword.

I will prove once again here that it is sharper than anything else in the world.

So that no one can laugh at Ardan’s name.

If you look at it in that sense.

Avoiding the count’s sword right in front of me was the worst option of all.

Ethan jumped in between the sword strikes without hesitation.

A sword strike aimed at the heart with black flames flowing over it.

‘Give me a bone.’

I’ll take your flesh.

[Red Flame Style Chapter 4]

[Incarnate Body]

A flame bloomed in Ethan’s chest. It wasn’t a regular flame either, but a flame as white as snow.

Marek’s flame and Ethan’s white flame collided. The white flame, which had withstood Marek’s black flame for a very short time, quickly faded away.

Phew!

A sword was stabbed in my chest.

This was the first time I had been attacked so directly since using the incarnation.

Certainly, the attacks of those who reached superhuman status were quite different. A fountain of blood welled up on my chest.

however.

I didn’t feel any pain at all. Instead, with a grin on his face, he thrust his greatsword towards Marek’s neck.

“…!”

The Count opened his eyes wide.

A situation where there are too many eyes.

It wasn’t difficult to kill the archduke, but the aftermath was a problem.

Kingdom 7th Street.

Here, they kill the Archduke who was a strong candidate for the next head of the family for the Three Dukes?

Wouldn’t it be obvious to anyone that they were trying to take over the Duke’s house?

Moreover, the archduke was a descendant of a hero. At the very least, he is a person who should not be killed right here.

Even for the Raycian Dukes, it would be as difficult as picking a star in the sky to restore the public sentiment that had been turned upside down by the death of the Archduke.

Don’t come any closer.

I put my will into the sword and cut it down.

There was no way he would have jumped in a situation like this unless he was quite crazy.

But the Archduke.

‘…He’s crazy.’

Even though blood was rushing out of his chest, I saw him swinging the great sword as if he was going to cut off this person’s head.

All I could say was that he was truly crazy.

Unless it is.

‘…He’s a born fighter.’

The superman was taken aback for a moment.

The body, which had been trained for many years, took a step back quite naturally.

Huh!

The gap revealed in the panic was bigger than I thought.

The swung great sword crept across the Count’s neck, leaving a solid red line.

Drops of blood flowed down the Count’s neck as he stepped back.

“…!”

Although it was a very small solid line.

The audience who saw it couldn’t help but be amazed.

Because it meant that the second-in-command of the dukedom had been injured by the archduke.

Who would have thought that the Archduke would struggle so hard against a knight known as the Transcendent!

Theron, the Three Princes.

Although the sight he showed was amazing, it could be said to be a new blood compared to the Archduke.

It wasn’t just the audience that was surprised.

The dark demon master who came with Count Marek also had his eyes wide open.

‘…Count Marek was injured? Was the Archduke like that?’

When I first ran into the Count.

I thought he was just an immature brat with useless pride.

It was only natural to him that Marek would subdue the archduke.

That’s why I was able to talk to the Three Princes without any pressure.

What a surprise.

The dark magic mana flowing towards Theron was greatly shaken.

That too for a while.

The dark magic master regained his composure and began to control mana.

The Count was wounded, but that did not mean defeat.

At best, it only proved the fact that the Archduke fought hard.

The warlock looked at Theron once again.

―What do you want?

“Duke….”

– That’s right. Duke of Ardan. This is the family that Prince Theron should inherit. But how was it today? There is a Seungnyang aiming for Prince Theron’s position.

“Who…”

-The Archduke.

Theron frowned at those words.

The magic power of the Dark Demon Lord flowed out even more densely. Theron’s pupils darkened in an instant.

-Keep this in mind. The Archduke is your enemy.

“The enemy…”

―It is a powerful enemy that must be slain at all costs.

Theron, who had been blinking, immediately fell limp.

The dark demon master breathed a sigh of relief. This is because I was able to regain control that had been shaking little by little.

‘But…’

As some of the negative emotions I had built up had faded, I felt like I needed to go back and replenish them.

‘That’s amazing.’

The emotions that the seven kingdoms of the kingdom have instilled in you for as many as nine years can fade away in just one couplet?

‘Even though it’s only a part…’

I couldn’t help but be surprised.

A white flame containing the energy of purification.

It was probably because of that spark that the emotions instilled in Theron faded.

Soon, the Dark Demon Lord looked at Count Marek and whispered Mana.

[It’s over. There is no need to waste any more time.]

Theron.

It was the finished product of the seven kingdoms.

The reason Count Marek directly intervened in the battle was because the dark magic contained in Theron was shaken.

White salt.

That was a much more amazing technique than he thought.

How could it be that the brainwashing combined with the power of the Aguiles family, known as masters of black magic, had begun to falter?

This was the reason why Count Marek had no choice but to intervene in the battle.

It was difficult to get rid of the brainwashing.

Now the purpose has been completed.

but.

It didn’t seem like the archduke in front of him would let him go easily.

Even though blood was dripping from his chest, the fighting spirit in his eyes did not fade at all.

‘…Should I kill him right here?’

Marek thought for a moment.

Archduke.

Today, I learned for sure through the inspection.

He was a dangerous person.

A beast that cannot be controlled even by the 7 kingdoms. The more time you give it, the bigger it will grow like crazy.

Marek thought for a moment.

[Stop, stop!]

A voice filled with enormous mana flowed through the great banquet hall.

The audience’s attention gathered and it was soon possible to recognize who was shouting.

The Earl of Wallington!

He was one of the representative figures of the royal faction and was known to be in charge of the kingdom’s information.

The kingdom’s 7 noble families are not enough.

Even key figures of the King faction participated in this flowering ceremony.

The moment the Earl of Wallington kicked his foot down.

His new form became blurred.

It was literally an instant that I was standing in the middle of the Great Banquet Hall.

‘Why are there so many superhumans?’

Ethan couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

Listening to the voices in the audience, it seems like he is the one asking the king for information.

The author’s level was quite high to be the head of an intelligence group at best.

It was an article.

A true knight who would not be easily defeated by Count Marek.

Soon, Wallington, standing in front of the Archduke and Marek, spoke.

“Your Majesty has issued an edict!”

That moment.

Marek knelt down with his sword sheathed. It was the same for the Dark Demon Danju.

Those in the audience quickly knelt down and bowed their heads.

King’s edict.

It was a natural attitude to show the moment I heard these words. However, there was also someone who was the only one who did not kneel and was even holding the sword he had drawn.

Ethan Ardan.

He was a person granted immunity by the previous king.

Even if he had a royal decree, he could not force his actions.

Because past duchy heads never bowed down to anyone, at least within the duchy.

That was the same even if the king came to visit. The archduke stood calmly and looked at himself.

Somehow, the image of a former Duke came to mind in him.

Ethan and Wallington.

The two people’s eyes met.