Swordmaster’s Youngest Son - Chapter 471

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Chapter 471 Chapter

132. Massacre and strange…(5)

What Midor Elner pulled out looked like a cube a little smaller than a fist.

Looking at the object, Midor’s face was full of anticipation. The cube had a blue light that seemed to be haunted by ghosts.

‘Finally, I can avenge Muron’s older brother…!’

Muron Zipple.

Recalling the life of the brother who died in screams, something surged in his heart.

Midor couldn’t understand at all. The fact that Runcandel, who killed Muron, was living victoriously, but Ziffle had not been taking the revenge he deserved.

Angry click…!

As Midor infused magic into the cube, the blue color deepened. It was a bright light that stood out for a moment even under the storm of the black aura awl.

‘What is that blue light?’

Jin was also checking the blue light of the cube in the distance.

‘I don’t think it’s magic, but an artifact?’

I couldn’t see it in detail because of the black awls. However, even at first glance, it was clear that it was an artifact of a kind he did not know.

There was also a not-so-good feeling. In this situation, the sinister expression that seemed to burst into laughter by itself at any moment was also distasteful.

The expression that guys with a ‘hidden room’ would show before showing it off.

Murakan also narrowed his eyes at Midor’s figure. [In any era, there are bound to be fools who

dare

to hasten death.]

Midor suddenly leaned back and burst into laughter. The cube in his hand floated in the air with each side open.

“Jin Runkandel, the 12th rider of Runkandel, and Murakan, the black dragon! I’ve been waiting for this day Only the day when I can soothe Muron’s soul with your dirty blood…!”

[I can’t hear you. Let’s disappear.

]

Murakan shot a breath in the direction of Midor and the wizards of Ziple.

It was a breath of considerable emotion and anger. It means that it is more powerful than annihilating one of the best warriors of the White Lang tribe with only their ankles left.

In addition, the spirit energy awls that were being sprayed between the trajectories of the breath were added, making the mountain range appear to have been reduced in scale.

Only Murakan himself and Jin were the only people who could fully block the breath alone here.

The moment the breath hit Ziffle’s camp, Midor and the surviving wizards had no choice but to make a fuss with their eyes wide open.

“Oh, it’s still open!”

“I have to stop…!”

The elders who shouted urgently were swept away by their breath and turned into black particles without even finishing their words.

Then, the other wizards squeezed out all their strength to spread a protective shield, but it seemed like it was too much. Murakan’s breath was literally mercilessly trampling through Ziffle’s barrier.

Like a war chariot that stops moving after rolling down a steep hill and destroying dozens of houses.

The breath that Murakan exhaled lightly turned thirty or so elders into powder and only stopped moving after breaking the protective barrier right in front of Midor.

The expression full of excitement that used to laugh and laugh is no longer left.

Midor just blinked his eyes with the pores all over his body constricted. The confidence he had while activating the cube had already been crushed.

‘…is this really a breath taken without any warning or preparation?’

The intuition that he must have miscalculated pierced Midor’s chest like a knife.

Even when the black awls started to fall, I actually felt a little bit.

Whether today is really the right moment to execute revenge.

It was already impossible to turn back to recalculate. Murakan was even more enraged at the sight of Midor surviving on his breath. It will hurt your self-esteem.

[Block? how do you stop Are you crazy and out of your mind? one. This baby. It’s annoying.]

Because of this, Murakan’s usual way of speaking came out somewhat out of line, but the enemies felt more afraid because of it. A strong man who is infested with whims as if something has gone wrong has always been a frightening law.

Whoops!

This time, Murakan took a deep breath. It was to raise the power properly to throw up the breath.

The aura awl, which had been pouring out without a sound, died down in an instant. It was the result of adding the aura that was used for the awl storm to the breath.

The ground where the spirit awl stopped was desolate, like a test site for magic bombardment. Not a single flat piece of land was left, and corpses with only parts of their bodies rolled across the floor like dust.

The members of Bement managed to organize their ranks while barely holding on to their souls, and the prisoners of Kingelo were completely unconscious and burst into tears while urinating and urinating at random.

Only Midor and a few elders remained on the side of Ziffle, trembling.

And in front of Jin, Sandra Ziple regenerates herself while looking for a human form.

Kiririk Kiriririt The sound of the gears spinning seemed noticeably slower than before.

‘Just looking at this makes me think it’s greater than the real power of time.’

It is true that the power of time is great, but as far as Jin knew, it was impossible to recover to this level even when he suffered damage that was certain to result in death. Even Quicantel cannot restore a body that has been disassembled into pieces of flesh.

‘The power of the demon stone and living golem. It seems clear that the two are being used together. If Ziffle can continue to create an existence like Sandra…’

Suddenly, a memory from his previous life came to mind.

The fountain of mirror magic.

In his previous life, after getting the colon’s sickness, Ziffle constantly took out 7-star wizards. Called mass production wizards, they were later used to further solidify Ziple’s solo performance.

Sandra’s regenerative power was nothing compared to the mass production wizards of her previous life.

Is it a change due to my regression?

Wouldn’t the fact that he returned and stimulated Ziffle had a profound effect on their research direction and achievements? Isn’t that why Runkandel is more disadvantageous now than then?

Suddenly, Jin shook his head.

‘No, now that I think about it, the mass production magician alone couldn’t have led Ziffle that far. No matter how many people have 7-star magical power, they can’t handle a proper 9-10 star.’

The mass production wizard at that time would have been just a test piece or material to make a ‘weapon’ like Sandra Ziple now.

‘At the time, mass production wizards were a tool to publicize Ziffle’s solo dominance externally, and in reality, people like Sandra Ziffle would have been mass-produced and fighting battles that were not exposed to the media.’

Since they didn’t get the mirror in Jin’s current life, it’s likely that the biogolem research was much later than in the previous life.

Even assuming that, Ziple’s biological golem had already reached this level. Even if the whole body is disassembled dozens of times, it comes back.

‘I don’t even think this is all the secrets of Zipple that I’ll see today…’

A cube shining blue.

Intense curiosity arose about what it was and why Midor was so confident.

Even though it feels like that momentum has been broken with one breath.

“This… Ki… lucky bastard bastard. Enough…” These

were the first words that Sandra, whose face had partially returned, uttered.

Midor was listening intently. It was to the extent that those who were close to each other could even hear each other’s breathing in the silence created by the stop of the spirit awl.

However, Midor pretended not to hear Sandra’s orders and took control of his fears.

Just thinking like this.

‘Yes, you can win. Let’s not be afraid. Today is definitely the day you can drink the blood of your enemies in a pure gold cup.’

If you are with your brother.

There is no reason not to.

Midor knelt and raised his hands in a respectful manner. As if you were a believer calling on God.

It was Midor’s own consciousness that had nothing to do with the ‘complete opening’ of the cube. A ceremony to welcome and show respect to a brother whom he has not met in a long time.

Hwa-oh-oh…!

Light spread like water from the fully opened six sides. The light flowing from the cube rippled through the air like waves.

The dark and gloomy blue rays of light seemed to draw a picture using the space as a drawing paper.

Excluding Zipple, let alone Murakan, who has lived for 3,000 years.

It was a strange sight that everyone here had never seen before.

‘The lights are forming something… Ha ha crazy.’

Jin, who watched the cube’s light progress for a while, had to suppress the insults that came up in his absurd mind.

The first thing light formed was a human being.

It was a muron zip.

“Welcome, brother…!”

Midor raised his head and looked up at Muron with sparkling eyes.

Before I knew it, muron had become a form made of matter, not light, so to speak, with a sense of texture and weight.

However, unlike the time we met in Colon, he was not a fully alive person.

The skin was dark blue, like an old corpse, and in places it had peeled away, revealing what looked like bones and tooth entrails. The pupils were dark and blank, and it seemed as if the corpse was moving.

Also, murons were not all formed by the cube of light.

ship.

Zipline’s decisive battle weapon A ship that symbolizes the disaster in the sky.

A flying ship similar to Kojek was also forming behind Muron.

The blue ship was rather larger than Co-Jek, and exudes greater majesty from its appearance alone.

Inside the ship, many wizards formed by light were on board.

In other words, Ziffle’s ship and army were formed in the middle of the island out of nowhere.

Those who held onto the opposite sex at that shocking sight forgot what to say.

Even Jin was speechless and his eyes widened.

[It’s good air, Midor.]

When Muron finally opened his mouth and spoke in a benevolent yet dignified voice, Midor was so moved that he looked like he was going to cry any second.

Now, together with my older brother, I can avenge my enemies and move forward on the path to being recognized by my father…!

My whole body was trembling like crazy from the thrill that started from that certainty. Even for a moment, I felt stupid for doubting the power of my brother and his ship army.

[And it’s been a while since Jin Runkan…]

[Hey, I did something and watched it for a while, and something like this popped out again. uh? Unlucky!]

That was then.

What Murakan let out the breath he had gathered.

Aaaaaaah-!

Incomparably denser than the black awls that had been pouring down just now, a high energy level was rushing towards Muron and his army.

Midor and Muron.

He hadn’t even thought that his breath could destroy a ship.

That’s why, after defending once, he only had a plan to continue the attack with lines that would make Jin’s party tremble.

But the next moment, the light-formed giant ship was too easy.

As if the traditional Korean paper was burned by a torch, the center was pierced by Murakan’s breath and completely destroyed.

Kood de deuk card deuk Kigigigiggig!

Boom bang! Geugguk! Ting! Taetaeng!

Muron and Midor couldn’t help but doubt their ears at the sound of the ship breaking. The brothers had no sense of reality at all, and it sounded like a strange sound.

[Nothing at all, these bastards sat holding on to the weight dirtyly anyway. To search.]

Murakan only snorted.