Swordmaster’s Youngest Son - Chapter 243
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Chapter 243,
Chapter 76. Jjokbak and Poisonbak (8)
“Anyway, I thought I was going bald because I looked like the owner and the flames were so damn good.”
Murakan formed a lot of aura in the palm of his hand, combing his hair and chattering. Surprisingly, the burned head was returning to its original state with aura.
“Why did you turn it off with your body while leaving the spirit energy alone?”
“Why did you do that? Damn it because I was in a hurry for a moment.”
“Um… I had a hard time anyway. You just did something significant that will go down in the history of magic. I am the only witness.”
“If someone asks you to write a biography later, be sure to tell them to include this anecdote.”
“I get it.”
The final form of the annihilation, cancer, and flame jade.
Jin’s eyes twinkled while holding the magic book. In her previous life, thanks to Valeria, she had access to all sorts of rare magic books, and in her present life, she had personally engraved the magic books of Chenmi and Kidard Hall on her body.
Liall Zipple’s legacy was truly a masterpiece in the history of magic. Beyond the strongest of the time, the greatest masterpiece of a person who must be mentioned if one chooses the best wizard in history.
As a sorcerer, it would be difficult to experience more joy than this. The desire to unfold it right away is like a chimney, but for now, I carefully took it into my arms.
Before the joy had subsided, a low moaning sound was suddenly heard.
“Turn it off…”
“Chukon?”
Chukon Tolderer.
Unlike Susan, who was completely decapitated, Chukon seemed to have managed to hold on to the lifeline. The arcane magic’s arcane spell created a protective shield the moment the leader’s sword was inserted, protecting the heart.
However, when I approached and looked at it, it seemed that revival would be difficult. The protective shield only delayed death for a while, but he was already in a state where his face had turned blue and was no better than a corpse.
Jin told him what a winner would say when the outcome of a fight is decided.
“Chukon Tolderer. Do you have anything to say?”
Creepy Kuck. There was a dark resentment in the eyes of Chukon, who was spitting out bubbles of blood. It was only natural that he was struck by the sword of his master in front of the enemy.
“my. My magic… stand.”
I could tell with just a few words barely spoken.
Like Riall, he wanted to leave a legacy. No mage wanted the unique achievements of his or her life to disappear without a sound.
Besides, since he was betrayed and met his end, he couldn’t help but feel like handing over the magic book to the enemy.
“Where are you?”
“Eternity… three locla… bar.”
The password for storage room 3 of the Eternal Warehouse is Loclava.
Chukon met death with those words. Jin closes his dark eyes without focus.
“It seems that storage room number 3 of the Eternal Warehouse is quite expensive. Well, it was a pretty good defense magic.”
Murakan shrugged and said.
Neither Jin nor Murakan felt particularly sympathetic because Chukon left a magic book. Since this isn’t the only experiment on civilians he was involved in, I thought that Chukon should be rather grateful that he listened to his will.
“let’s go.”
I moved quickly into the ruined castle. Now, I had to return to the Holy Land with the Virtuals and the survivors, sort out today’s work, and fight the next battle.
‘Kingelo revealed his identity. I have no idea what the leader is. Is it a demon, as Murakan said?’
ability to form iron.
I had never heard of such a thing. Even if I could make a hundred concessions to making a sword, I had never even imagined moving to space.
It was clear that the leader had lived for more than a thousand years. Or maybe even longer than that, it might have existed since the days when the Myeongwang family ruled the world.
‘Efforts to restore the Myungwang family will, of course, be done under the leadership of the leader. He knows about my brothers too. The reason why only Joe was spared and taken was because he was a necessary person for the restoration work.’
It also seemed clear that he had some sort of relationship with Temar.
Murakan’s reaction to the leader’s words, “You did it, not Temar,” was by no means common.
It was like a person facing a past he didn’t want to recall, and he was stunned.
While living with Murakan, I often asked him why he fought Temar. Murakan didn’t seem to want to say much about him, so Jin didn’t ask further.
‘He’ll tell you the story. If there’s anything you should tell me about Temar.’
While I was thinking, I entered the castle.
Unlike when I found it earlier, it looked like it was seriously damaged everywhere. It was only natural that Murakan’s merciless attack continued for so long.
After clearing away the pile of broken stones, I headed towards the laboratory where the material was located.
In the laboratory where the explosion magic was spread, not a single facility related to the experiment remained. It was all shattered and the wreckage rolled around. So it was not easy to find the door to the secret passage.
“Mature! “Mutual Silla!”
“Here it is…!”
“I see!”
I heard the distant voices of unfamiliar men. I found the source of the voice and pushed through the rubble and ripped out the entire floor.
When the secret passage was opened, what appeared were the fear-stained faces of the surviving subjects and the magic injector carried by Jin.
And it was a virtual with both hands folded neatly in front of the chest and eyes closed.
“…the saint saved me and went to Ayula’s arms.”
“Please, take the body of the saint with me to my home country.”
Squeezing out the last remaining life force, she infused magic into her subjects and headed for Ayula’s arms. He fulfilled his mission as a saint.
‘In the first place, he had no choice but to die to save them, so did he tell them to wait so eagerly?’
Even though he was not a general healer, but a ‘saint’, the reason why he died while saving them was no different.
Traces of the experiment were left all over the body of the subjects. A wide heart protruded outside the body, only one arm was golemized, or a tail protruded.
She was in a dangerous state where she could no longer be considered a normal human being, so she had no choice but to pour all her life force into the magic injector in order to save her.
“You asked me to pass this on to you. They said it must be delivered to His Majesty the King…” As
she took off her robe and wrapped her body around, a subject held out a book and a pendant. It was a pendant of a material.
The book was a diary. After becoming a spy for the Dark Magic Society under the command of the King, she risked her life every single day to record the actual situation of this place.
“Go outside. Let’s go back everyone.”
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The last day of Advent.
As if Ayula had given her blessing, the capital of Bankela was bathed in the dazzling sunlight.
A huge snow-white carriage stood tall in the middle of the crowd that had gathered in the plaza.
Fake Miklan and Rani were seen standing on top of the wagon, waving at people.
Thirty Golden Shield Paladins surrounding the pure white carriage to escort it and the procession of saints behind the carriage were a great spectacle for those who visited the Holy Land to watch the Advent Festival.
The square was literally impassable. All the citizens, citizens, and nobles from each country who had gathered to receive the consecration of the Holy King were waiting for the consecration ceremony to begin.
“Your Majesty the King!”
“Your Majesty!”
There were many subjects who were so moved to see the King Seong that they cried out. This was mainly the case with the lower classes suffering from major illnesses.
For those who were sick and poor, the Consecration Ceremony for the Holy King was a great opportunity and hope to prolong their lives. It was because they could get rid of the disease if they were consecrated.
However, because the Holy King’s divine power has limits, there were not many who enjoyed the good fortune of consecration during the Advent Festival every year.
About 50 people were truly consecrated by directly receiving the Holy King’s divine power, and the rest simply received verbal blessings.
The latter had no effect on actual fate or phenomena, but there were still people who were eager to mix words with the sage king.
Soon after, the king lowered his shaking hand, and the noisy plaza instantly became quiet.
“First of all, I would like to thank my dear children of Ayula and all of you who came from all over the world to see me. Holy King Miklan.”
Wow!
“Just like every year, today’s consecration ceremony is my precious daughter. Rani Salome will read the blessing for me as an old man. I would like to ask for a round of applause for my daughter, who will be praying hoarsely tomorrow.”
A fake king who shows off his affection for his daughter by patting his shoulders.
Rani was smiling broadly as she crossed the arms of the fake king. Fake played the real Miklan perfectly, using simple words and actions and loving his daughter to death.
Clap clap clap-!
When the applause ended, Lani spread her blessing.
“We will begin the consecration ceremony for His Majesty the King. When the wagon starts moving, please follow us in an orderly manner to avoid injury or any unsavory incident.”
As with events like this, those who receive the ‘real consecration’, which consumes divine power, have already been decided. Few people know about it, though.
As the carriage moved forward, it stopped once at a place where there were people waiting for the consecration.
Each time, the sage king got off the chariot, kissed their foreheads and consecrated them, and Rani read the blessing.
“May Ayula’s will, heart, and love be with you…”
In that way, the real consecration was given to about forty subjects. Those with crippled legs were blessed and began to walk, and those with dark eyes saw a new light.
The onlookers who were moved by the scene were constantly shedding tears.
A group of subjects wearing robes that were not government officials escaped the crowd and blocked the carriage.
“your majesty!”
“your majesty! Please listen to me!”
Boos broke out everywhere.
However, since this kind of intrusion is common at every yearly consecration ceremony, everyone did not take it seriously.
The King Seong smiled benevolently at the intruders, and Lani whispered in his ear.
‘Consecrate them, father. Didn’t you gladly get off the wagon for those who broke in last year?’
A fake holy king nodding his head.
He and Ziple were now deciding that Rani had given up everything and tuned in to their tune. It was also believed that it was the result of all sorts of mental torture while imprisoned by Vitura.
The King Seong got off the carriage and greeted them.
“Yes, children of Ayula. How painful did you find me? Tell your story.”
The intruders lifted their heads, which had been groaning.
“Your Majesty, we are…”
Soon, the subjects lifted their heads and took off their robes.
Traces of living experiments were left, revealing a hideously changed body.
“My God, what the hell is that?”
“Kyaaaagh!”
The onlookers who saw the terrible appearance of the subjects let out sighs and screams.
Only then did the fake king realize that something was wrong, and Rani looked away while biting her lower lip.
It was to look at Bitura, who was looking at him with a calm face in front of the escort paladins in the distance.
The thirty Golden Shield knights surrounding the carriage also gritted their teeth and looked at Vitura.
“We were forcibly dragged to the laboratory and turned into such faces….”
“Who… who made you like this?”
A fake sage king who asks calmly. It would be a great disappointment to him if he showed a confused look at this situation.
Citizens replied:
“Bitura, commander of the Holy Knights. He sold us to Zipple’s lab! They made us this way!”
“Shut up!”
Sreung!
Bitura screaming with a sword.
Rani couldn’t take her eyes off him and barely held back her tears.