Swordmaster’s Youngest Son - Chapter 192

Episode 192 Episode

62. Operation Stealing the Compass (4)

One-man victory.

A transcendental martial arts projectile that can only be used by one person. Only the owner of Sigmund, the divine sword of the Ming Dynasty, could learn the sword.

And Sigmund is now the sword of Jin, not half of the fighting god.

– Don’t forget Brother Jean. You are the brother and descendant of the Ming Dynasty, and the only successor. So don’t be afraid to meet anyone.

Is it because he saw the desperate faces of the Baekrang people facing the ‘condemnation’ or because he seems to see Ban’s face spreading his fighting spirit in the awl of condemnation?

The fight was in full swing, but I suddenly remembered the story Ban told me in Lapla Rosa.

Brilliant brainwaves brightened up the dimly lit room.

“Avoid the blood!”

The White Wolves called Duroka shouted. It wasn’t a thick, harsh voice, but a shriek of fear.

It was an intuition the moment I saw the brain of condemnation.

It’s not something they can hit with their puny hammers.

Kuzuzu, that is-!

The huge awl made up of cerebral palsy looked like a whale. Unbelievably powerful power that came out of a single longsword.

I shouted to avoid it.

The Baekrang could not escape. It was because there was no space to escape from, and a deep fear that could not be overcome with honor and pride weighed on his shoulders.

If it was just the energy of an ordinary Myeongwang warrior, he would have stretched out his hammer while shuddering in fear.

But it was the spirit of commitment. 50,000 years ago, the dignity of commitment that our distant ancestors did not even dare to look at.

The sword of a small human less than two meters tall was soaked in his pupils.

‘Today I didn’t find you as a thief.’

Great!

The awl of condemnation pierced Duroka’s body.

Not even a single drop of blood splattered. As soon as the pole penetrated Duroka’s body, the awl of condemnation engulfed, incinerated, and oxidized what remained of him. made of ash

at lightning speed.

‘I came as a conqueror.’

The cry to avoid was bound to be an empty cry. In the blink of an eye, Duroka was reduced to ashes, and the White Lang tribe standing next to it did not get angry even when they saw the death of their own people.

Something just went wrong.

This is not reality…

There was nothing I could do but close my eyes tightly at the bright light of the brain attacking me at the moment that thought pierced my brain.

Flash!

In one more flash of condemnation, he too was reduced to ashes. The awl of condemnation flashed its light toward the next prey as if it were not satisfied.

Who could have imagined that as many as two raiding leader-level White Wranglers would die so pointlessly?

While everyone doubted my eyes and distrusted this situation.

Sigmund pointed towards Chukon.

The White Rang tribesmen who had been attached to protect Chukon had been reflexively shaking their heads from earlier. It was subconsciously begging for help.

However, Jin’s eyes do not waver. Just as resolute as the king standing directly on the scaffold.

“Aaaaaaa!”

There are a total of three White Rangs with their eyes closed.

They didn’t die straight away like the two before them. It was thanks to the protective shield spread by the Absolute of Anzu that temporarily blocked the progress of the condemnation.

‘Has Chukon’s eyes already recovered? No, it just seemed to unfold intuitively.’

Paperweight! Pzie!

The protective shield of the great mage of the polar world was truly worthy of its name. It was clear that he had opened his eyes as soon as he returned, but the proof was that he was blocking the condemnation even for a moment.

Although it was said that the 3 swords of the fighting spirit were completed, Jin’s aura was still in the second half of the 7th. Even if he reached the 8-star level, Chukon’s shield wouldn’t have been able to withstand even 3 seconds of condemnation.

‘Of course, this isn’t everything, Chukon Tolderer.’

Blasphemy!

A crack appeared in the protective film. As the awl’s brain energy dug into the crack, the Baekrang tribe rolled their bodies into a circle. Like small animals hiding in burrows to avoid predators.

A fighter jet is not a merciful sword. The awl immediately tore the protective shield completely, and the White Wolves hiding in it only left screams of death.

Kyaaaaagh!

Before the screams could pierce our ears, all the White Wolves lost their lives.

Only then did Jin stop the condemnation and summon the remaining brain energy to Sigmund’s blade.

When the ferociously crying thunderbolts were recovered, the aura of the mad heart, which had been unstable due to the use of the projectile, subsided.

‘It should be at least 9 stars to use without difficulty.’

There is no such thing as a meaningless restriction. Even with an aura that doesn’t match the level of a fighting spirit, it has the power to wipe out five of the White Wolves in an instant.

The hall was dark again.

None of Jin’s enemies wanted this darkness lifted again. The fact that the darkness lifts means that the monster’s lightning will begin soon.

‘Did Siris hand over the compass to Enya safely?’

I want to go down right now and check it out.

Following Chukon, Carl Ziple was also looking at the situation with his eyes restored.

‘This crazy… what the hell is this all about?’

I didn’t feel it when my subordinates were in a hurry, saying that lightning was falling. However, the Baekrang Tribe, who were scorched black all around and were vibrating with the smell of burnt and raising their voices, could not even be found.

Carl’s men, who watched the whole scene, were shaking their legs. With eyes telling me to run away.

What makes them even more afraid.

It was the fact that I couldn’t get a sense of what that monster really was. Neither Chukon nor Carl came to mind.

If he had used the full ice, he would have guessed it was Talaris, if he had used the spirit sword, he would have guessed it was Luna, and if he had just unleashed a ruthless flesh sword, he would have thought of the Dark Knight of Runcandel.

However, what Jin used was brain power. As far as they knew, there was not a single person in the world who could use thunderbolt.

‘Following the unknown swordsmanship, to the ancient light magic that disappeared. Besides, the light magic he used is similar to Chenmi’s flash cannon, which remains in the family records.’

Is it a magic inspector?

Carl and Chukon concluded simultaneously.

Zipple and Kingelo.

Recently, rumors had been secured that an unidentified magic swordsman had shown his skills in Delki. It was a rumor that spread after Jin dealt with Veris and Kuzan.

In particular, Ziple’s side had in mind the possibility that the person who impersonated Beradin in Akin through the very few remnants of Tessing could be a magic swordsman.

‘Then the author…?’

While Cal and Chukon’s dizzying speculations were going back and forth in their heads, Jin took a step closer to them. It was only a single step, but Carl and Chukon’s men flinched reflexively.

“What are you thinking, Chukon Taller Carl Ziple?”

“…Where are you from?”

Chukon replied.

Both he and Carl were frustrated. It is unknown where the information about the alternative compass leaked from.

They couldn’t figure out anything. How many of Jin’s comrades are downstairs, how good are their skills, and why they are aiming for the compass.

I thought there would be no problems as long as I was careful with Runkandel and Beament, but to think that a person like this would suddenly appear.

‘It’s not Runcandel. It’s highly likely to be a bement.’

‘Could it be the finished form of the Mine that the Bement guys are experimenting with?’

Jin shrugs.

“There would be no point in finding out who I am. You guys all die today.”

He said it coldly, but Jin was not expecting to kill both Chukon and Carl. It was just a story to pass the time. To calm down the heartbeat for a moment and let my colleagues on the 1st floor sort things out.

It was also a story to confirm the attitude of Chukon and Carl.

“It’s been a while since I felt this unpleasant. The other person knows me, but I don’t know the other person… When you live at Zipple, you don’t have to go through that kind of thing. I’m not formally introducing you. I’m Carl Ziple, the lord of the 4 Magic Towers of Zipple.”

“Know.”

The third son of the 4th tower lord Kelliac Ziffle.

I didn’t know much about him. A person who has never appeared in a newsletter or met in a previous life. However, I heard that the 4 horse towers of Zipple take care of my dirty work.

At first glance, taking on dirty work might seem like a bad treatment, but it was the opposite. The 4th Mage Tower is the organization with the second largest number of manpower after the 1st Mage Tower, which is famous as the ‘Tower of Stories’.

In other words, it belonged to the axis with the strongest breath within Zipple.

“You are bluffing right now. Admit it, you’re incredibly strong. But I don’t think it’s going to be enough to deal with me and Lord Chukon at the same time.”

“Is it really so? You said you were tearing down Kingelo’s bugs earlier, but now you’ve become Sir Chukon again?”

“It’s enough to clear up misunderstandings, and it’s a message to make an outstanding enemy on our side when we can forgive it. In that sense, I have no suggestions. I promise to give you more than whatever you want so that you can become a person of Ziple.”

“Karl Zipple! Nooooom!”

Chukon widened his eyes.

“I will drop my ears, Sir Chukon. Wasn’t the compass passed to the author? And the author seems to know our relationship and several secrets. There is no point in fighting.”

“Dogs…!”

“Calm down. Once the author refuses, then join forces and kill him. If you’re feeling down, offer to recruit Sir Kinzelo Chukon. To be honest, I don’t have the confidence to handle the author alone. Sir Chukon, would it be possible?”

Five of the White Wolves, the leader of the raid, died, and many knights and wizards of 7 stars or higher died. It wasn’t impossible for Chukon and Carl, but it was a different story this fast.

“What is it like to be a Zipple person? Seeing as you were aiming for the compass, it shouldn’t be a bad story for you either.”

Jin let out a smirk.

And inwardly I was convinced.

‘There doesn’t seem to be a Midnight Airship Ko-Jek in the vicinity.’

Kojek.

That terrible ship I’ve ever experienced at the Colon Ruins.

Jin didn’t bother saying useless things to make sure that Carl brought Ko-Jek.

‘If there was Ko-Jek, I would have just exercised my skills instead of making a recruitment offer like this. Even if the island disappears from the map, it’s enough to evacuate to Kojek.’

It was a problem that I had in mind from the first time I entered the island. I confirmed that there is no ‘white night’ in the gambling hall, but since Kojek is an aerial ship, it can hide in the clouds.

However, the absence of Ko-Jek was, in a way, a natural story. ‘Cojek’ was not something to be put on standby in such a position as a ship that only moves when Ziffle declares war.

Same with Kingelo. If too much power was hidden near the island, it could lead to a war due to misunderstanding from Jiple.

“There is no Kojek.”

As Jin spoke softly, Carl’s eyes widened.

There was no clearer response than that.

“What…?”

“Then, from my point of view, there is no need to talk further, wizards. Let’s do what we were doing.”