Swordmaster’s Youngest Son - Chapter 1101

Chapter 1101 Episode

257 Attack of the Demon Gods (5)

The Demon Gods have already lost eight Changseongs. In fact, the missing fleet is likely to soon approach ten thousand, and as Londo said, Siron hasn’t even used his sword properly yet.

“It’s enough to make me tremble just watching that damn black land open its mouth and swallow the White Fleet… but what can I do about it?”

“What can I do? That’s right, the enemies only have five spear skills! We will win the fight in the end. Isn’t it? Sir Rondo!”

Either you get scared or you use evil force to push the fear away.

Rondo sighed inwardly as he looked at the Demon God Corps executives. It was fortunate that there were more of the latter, but if things continued this way, the loss of momentum was bound to be instantaneous.

‘As we lose more troops, the restrictions on dimensional interference become stronger little by little. Does Siron’s control of the Black Sea have any influence on the maintenance of the portal? Or could it be that Malugia’s will is at work…’

Either way, bad news was stacking up for the Masindaero.

Meanwhile, the Black Sea roared wildly following Siron’s gaze and eyes. The sight of that terrible, black land opening its mouth to swallow up the White Fleet was enough to make him tremble, but now in Londo’s eyes, he could see Siron’s sword shining pure white.

“Hurry and send out more fleets. Please continue to include Changseong! We need to move towards the goal of maintaining more than 1,000 fleets on the front lines again. Create a situation where they have no choice but to take out that main gun again!”

Intuitively, Rondo knew he had made a mistake. It was clearly a mistake to temporarily reduce the deployment of the fleet because Lapra Rosa’s main guns were burdensome.

To send out more than a thousand ships at once again, it seemed like a greater sacrifice would have to be made than before.

“Yes, come… everyone, come. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had an enemy who doesn’t run away from me.”

Gwuu kiiiiing…!

A storm of auras spread out like a cone along Barisada’s blade. In the blink of an eye, the storm grew large enough to cover a White Fleet ship.

Can such a thing be called just a sword?

Siron looked as if he was holding not a sword, but a castle that had been modified to fit in his hands, or a part of nature, such as the mountains and the sea.

The blade, which had become so large, moved surprisingly lightly and quickly, and Siron grinned and swung the blade horizontally towards the fleet blocking the portal. Because of the infinitely expanded blade, there was no need to fire sword energy to hit the ship.

The sword that became a storm swept over the fleet.

If the sky were an endless, huge piece of glass, and the glass suddenly shattered, this would be the scene.

In an instant, a sharp crack appeared in the middle of the sky, and the crack expanded as fast as light, tearing the ships below it apart.

Although about 50 ships were destroyed in one fell swoop, there was no explosion or even a shock wave.

The White Fleet was simply falling apart, like the gently parting waters. Countless pieces of debris fell into the air, but even that only lasted for a moment.

A fragment the size of a house turns into a rock, a rock turns into a stone, and a stone turns into a single shining particle.

The White Fleet, hit by Siron’s blow, was scattered somewhere without a sound. The glowing particles created when the fleet was destroyed made the sky as bright as daylight for a while.

Rondo was right. Compared to his sword, the power to control the Black Sea was nothing more than a mere grab.

“What the hell just happened!?”

“You eliminated the first line of our fleet with a single sword…?”

Fear grows.

To the demons, Siron Runkandel was originally a familiar opponent. In every dimension, he resisted fiercely and met his end.

The poetics of this world are different.

I thought the demons knew that from the beginning. Also, he was confident that no matter how strong the Shiron and Bamul alliance of this world was, he was leading a force that was bound to win.

Fear tends to shake confidence.

Even Rondo was doubting his own judgment for a moment. Is it right to keep fighting like this? Is it really possible to defeat the author without Keliac?

‘…you can’t change the strategy.’

There is no back.

In some ways, that wasn’t just the case for the Bamal Coalition. The Masindae had also been hit throughout the main army by Malugia not long ago, and the loss of its troops was still serious.

If they retreated now without any results, the Union would be able to take Solderet’s arrangement with utmost ease, and of course the war would inevitably become more difficult in the future.

Tsuaaaaak piiiit…!

The storm called Barisada continued to engulf the White Fleet and disintegrate it.

As one human being advanced, the battle line of the fleet that had conquered the entire dimension was being pushed back little by little.

Even Siron is still not at his best. The same was true for other Changseongs who fought alongside him.

“The head of the family has opened the way. Secure the front line!”

Jin stood next to Shiron and shouted. Behind the five spears, Laprarosa and allied superhumans who had escaped the fleet were flocking.

In the sky, the shells of the two fleets were still exploding as they met each time Siron’s sword stopped for a moment. The superhumans were able to quickly join the front line with the shield support of Murakan and the Bale fleet.

“I’m shocked, Dad.”

“Is that so? “It’s still too early.”

Siron lightly tapped Jin on the shoulder.

“You, the youngest, must be feeling it too. They started making loud noises more. “Originally, it would be better to close our lines and activate the Myeonwang cannon before they all escape.”

Jin also thought so. However, the reason why Jin called all the superhumans to the front line was because Siron did not give a separate signal.

confidence.

Siron was not hiding his confidence that he could cut them all down no matter how many Changseong came.

“They don’t know me yet. And he who does not know me can never withstand my sword.”

No matter how much more the fleet escapes or how much longer Changseong escapes, they can easily be annihilated once.

Siron was saying something like that. And in Jin’s eyes, there was no doubt about that statement.

“What can we do?”

“Still, as a Changseong, there will be those who endure my sword and quickly gain enlightenment. Of course, it still can’t be fine. “Let’s put an end to them from creating variables that prevent them from trying to survive.”

“I will accept it.”

Immediately after the conversation ended, the storm of Barisada that swept the battlefield for a while disappeared as if it were a lie.

In that gap, the White Fleet, which did not dare to advance, hastily reorganized its battle lines, and the fleet that was unable to come out of the portal also began to increase its speed.

The reason Siron stopped the storm was to gauge it.

Will the enemies continue to move as he expected, or will they change their strategies after seeing the storm stop?

Rondo Ziffle has already finished his command earlier. Tell them to push in more of the fleet and Changseong and somehow secure more front lines.

Of course, a fleet moves slower than a single person. Moreover, since Masindae was overwhelmed by Siron’s inaction, he had no choice but to continue being dragged around.

The Demon Gods who were expanding their lines and exiting the portal were feeling a sense of discomfort at the fact that Siron’s sword had suddenly disappeared.

‘The Siron Runkandel and Bamul alliance had already overwhelmed us. There’s no way reflux or demonic fire came all of a sudden. But why…?’

‘Suddenly the road started to open and we quickly took a seat, but isn’t this… a form of enticement for us?’

‘Could it be on purpose to use the main gun? No, there are too many superhumans of the Bamal Alliance within the main gun’s striking range to see it that way!’

The commanders and captains of each fleet were unable to read the meaning of the poem.

It is impossible to believe that he was planning to finish them all off by himself without Laprarosa’s main gun.

Masindae was forming a proper line for the first time since Siron and Changseong began to play an active role. Paradoxically, the fact that he felt more anxious was giving Masindae great humiliation.

Ten people.

There were as many as ten Changseongs aboard the White Fleet this time. Although they were all absolutes with no disagreement in their own dimension, to Siron, they just seemed like special soldiers. As the dead Andrei expressed it.

The Bamul Alliance and the Masindae exchanged only naval guns for a while.

This was because the alliance had to wait for Siron to move first, and Masindae had to figure out how he moved. Even though they had secured the front line again and sent out more spears than ever before, they could not move hastily.

Above all, Masindae had decided that now that the ten Changseongs were in place, they would be able to handle any situation that might arise.

He was confident that even if the Alliance had hidden the portal and used it to withdraw Siron and all of its main forces to the rear and then fire the Pluto Cannon, they would not be wiped out like before.

‘If the numbers prepared by Siron and the Alliance do not exceed our expectations, Sir Rondo’s main force will appear now…’

The moment a commander thought that far.

Suddenly, Siron began to walk at a brisk pace. Both allies and enemies followed his steps with their eyes, their senses heightened. His footsteps seemed to be louder than the explosion of the ship’s guns. It seemed like the battlefield was shaking even more.

Soon, Siron said this in a low voice.

“From now on, I will show you guys what the sky of this world is.”

The end of the sword confirmed by the knight named
Runkandel, Runkandel Oh’s theory

of the infinite landscape, was beginning to come to an end.