Swordmaster’s Youngest Son - Chapter 470

Chapter 470,

Chapter 132. Massacre and strange… (4)

Whoa…!

As if black paint had been dissolved in a transparent bucket, the aura that escaped from Murakan began to color the sky.

It was very fast. In an instant, it became dark as if it had become a night without any moonlight, and Murakan’s amber eyes stood out.

It looked just like the eyes of a reaper. To those who look up at Murakan under the darkened sky.

-If I tell you to wipe them all out, from then on, use all the comments after the 100th generation in harmony.

-A comment after the 100th generation? It’s all about death or destruction.

-yes. It’s a story about using those comments appropriately and really killing them all if possible. Leaving only about five characters who are not very important in each faction.

-Heng kid. I think you’re misunderstanding. You can do well even if you don’t decide or tell them otherwise. Rather, it seems that your comments are used by nonsense junkies who uselessly gain weight. Real niggas like me scare you a little more plainly.

-I know, but I said it because I needed a bluff.

– What bluff?

-You’re really not as strong as you were in your prime, yet. Until we find all our strength, let’s try to pretend we’re there as much as we can. Did you know that your great name is poised to pierce the sky after the Black Dynasty incident?

-Sheesh I don’t like it. Anyway, don’t follow what you say. How the hell did you pick the shriveling comments like I’m Murakan, the worst nightmare a mortal can experience, and you’ll become a dead person you can never dream of again.

– Was that number 107? Why don’t you think it’s bad Anyway, when killing enemies, use as many skills as possible. It’s inefficient, but it’s cool and grand.

– Got it, got it.

The conversation we had when making a comment.

He said he didn’t like it, but in fact, Murakan felt a subtle satisfaction with the fact that his prestige had risen significantly after the Black Dynasty incident.

Of course, compared to the majesty of its heyday, it’s not as good as the bloody claws of a bird’s feet, but when it feels like an ordinary dragon being treated by people it doesn’t know well (actually, it’s rarely like that), the feeling of being humbled couldn’t be relieved.

In other words, the opportunity to raise that level of satisfaction has arrived.

[I am Murakan.]

Whirlpools were forming all over the pitch-black sky.

Hundreds of whirlpools were created in an instant, and a huge black awl was coming out of the center of every whirlpool.

They were black awls that would spawn on the ground following Murakan’s will.

[The worst nightmare a mortal can experience.]

A majestic yet bleak voice weighed heavily on the entire archipelago. It also echoed in all directions riding on the curtain of aura, but the beasts and insects of the island hurriedly hid themselves in the gloomy vibration.

Birds flew out of the island, and wild animals and insects burrowed into deep burrows.

After regaining 50% power.

It seemed that all the movements of the little things were transmitted one by one.

The sound of flocks of birds flapping their wings in flight, the feeling of wildcats churning the dirt floor with their forepaws as they open their hiding places, the running and flight of insects digging deeper into the forest.

Murakan felt it all while floating in the sky.

was savoring

These were the senses that were often appreciated in place of music or pornography a thousand years ago. Until I got back the 50%, I completely forgot about it.

So I waited quietly for a while.

That is, so that the little creatures can avoid the body sufficiently. I also checked the location of the little things that I couldn’t help but avoid. It was to pay attention not to die as much as possible when the massacre began.

The movements of the insignificant creatures are approaching so clearly.

He couldn’t help but feel the fear of the people beneath him.

‘I’m just deploying my power, so what kind of intimidation is this…! The royal dragons weren’t afraid for nothing.’

‘They said he had a heart injury, but is this really the power of an injured state? Did everyone recover?’

‘It’s scary, I’m scared, save me!’

The imperial family and the prisoners of Ziple Kingelo each thought.

Their heartbeat and trembling felt like a nice melody to listen to.

‘Yeah, that’s how it felt. The feeling of being able to kill and revive everything at will!’

His tail stiffened and his chest trembled at the thrilling sensation he had felt for the first time in a thousand years.

He still wouldn’t be able to relish this feeling against the world’s best players, but right now he was like the god of the archipelago.

All of Jin’s enemies are extremely nervous, unable to open their mouths.

Only one person, Sandra Zipple, continued to scream.

“Midore Elner, you ungrateful bastard! I’m warning you in advance, just activate the mage’s wand without my permission. huh? I’ll cut your throat with a hedge knife and place you in the middle of Draka Square.”

She seemed completely uninterested in having her arm cut off and sealed.

The cut surface was somewhat restored, but it was a state that only stopped the bleeding with general healing magic, not the power of time.

It wasn’t just that he kept pouring curses on Midor. He also said this in an infinitely soft voice to Jin.

“There was a bit of a problem with our date because of the bastard who would be worthy of feeding the wild dogs. With a heart as handsome as your face, will you be generous and understand?”

I’d rather not have anything to do with this person.

Such an instinctive signal was ringing in Jin’s brain.

Beyond the chills on his back, he felt goosebumps all over his body.

“How far have you been talking anyway?”

“That um. The demon stone.”

“Oh right. demon stone. How much trouble we had to make without Kingelo…”

“Sandra-sama! No you crazy man! Do it in moderation…!”

Midor’s urgent cries mean that Sandra is about to make another fuss, but Murakan realizes that the little ones have either left or settled down.

[You will become a dead person who can never dream again.]

Murakan concludes the 107th comment.

Then he scanned the ground with satisfied eyes. It was to find the position where the awls would fall.

Black, sharp rain began to fall from the whirlpool of aura.

Each whirlpool was relentlessly spewing out one giant awl and hundreds of smaller ones that formed nearby.

From a distance, it seemed as if a swarm of locusts had attacked the archipelago out of nowhere.

Even more frightening was the fact that the awls were falling without any sound. ‘Silent’ was one of the most superior attributes of the power called Shadow Reiki.

“Don’t stop!”

“Save the damn Sandra!”

“Keuouh!”

Even with so many awls pouring out, all I could hear was screams and the noise of something being destroyed.

Usually, when using magic or skills of this magnitude, it is natural to take some damage to allies.

However, none of the awls of aura had fallen on the side where the knights of Runcandel were standing.

They were falling while maintaining a distance of less than a hand. It was as if an umbrella had been put over only the camp of Runkandel.

naturally.

The eyes of the Runcandels could only be directed towards Jin and Murakan.

It was especially directed towards Jin. In some ways, Jin, who just stood there with an insensitive face and admired the enemies being killed, approached more brutally than Murakan, who poured out awl.

For the runcandels, it felt like they had sneaked a peek at the hierarchical relationship.

‘Even if the youngest gives an order like that, does he act without showing any displeasure? Although the relationship between the guardian dragon and the contractor is usually somewhat inferior to the former, isn’t this completely master and subordinate!’

More than just stabbing and penetrating, Murakan’s awl was literally ‘grinding’ enemies.

Even if all the Guardian Knights and Enforcement Knights belonged to him were combined, would he be able to follow one Murakan?

I was convinced that I could never do that.

‘My Guardian Knights can’t even be compared, and maybe even my eldest brother’s forces…’

Murakan may not be able to handle it.

I had a sudden thought.

Of course, that was a bad idea. No matter how much Murakan regained his 50% power, Joshua had a black knight, the best execution knights in the family, and the biggest guardian knights.

If Murakan can deal with them all alone, Jin will become the family head tomorrow.

Vigo was really intimidated by the overwhelming force and directing he hadn’t seen in a long time and was mistaken. And that misunderstanding would become one of the big rumors circulating in the Garden of Swords after he returned.

Sandra was also being torn apart.

“Ooh ooh think about it Marry me.”

Surprisingly, and as it always has been. She continued to regenerate her body and fixed her eyes on Jin.

“Ah!”

“Ouch!”

The elders who ran to her rescue left screams of agony as they hit the shield. Since Midor’s name is there, it is necessary to save it, but in fact, the elders’ power was not enough.

Midor knew that too.

His pure blood is being torn in front of his eyes, but if he doesn’t take any action, he doesn’t know what will happen in the future, so he just gave an order.

It was also necessary to make a justification.

There were so many sacrifices to save Sandra, but in the end, she couldn’t get out of a state where she couldn’t carry out operational command.

Therefore, he had no choice but to take full power and command instead.

“This is enough for the 7 Magic Towers. Now, even if the tower lord commands, the lord and the elders will understand…!”

“At this rate, it would be annihilating. Lady Sandra’s regeneration isn’t infinite. Even if it’s to save the lady… I have to use that method!”

An elder said, looking at the awl that had penetrated the protective barrier.

Midor nodded, biting his lip as if he couldn’t help it.

– Judging from the disappearance of the colossal figure, it is highly likely that the Great Mercenary Amela has already been defeated by Murakan! I know that you want to avenge the former lord of the 7 Magic Towers, but you must step back now!

-7 Master of Magic Towers!

– Please fix!

that way.

That was the basis for Midor Elner’s refusal to back down even after seeing the fire that Murakan and Jin accidentally collaborated with from the beginning.

“Whoa.”

Midor took a breath. It was to cover the breathing that was rough with the excitement of finally being able to get revenge.

rather it went well Even if it was, if Sandra had just asked to leave, she would have had to get out of the way with the enemy in front of her.

“All right.”

Midor said, pulling something out of his chest.