Swordmaster’s Youngest Son - Chapter 585

Chapter 585,

Chapter 151. Organize the situation (5)

Usually, after aiming a weapon, if you ask what you are, you will wait for an answer.

Pew-!

However, the man seemed to be firing a loaded heavy artillery at once, perhaps because he was the kind of person who denied the form of intimidation.

Even what he was aiming at was not only Jin and Siris, but the cabin of memories that had been standing in this backcountry for over 30 years, where he had just cooked and ate.

Jin was more shocked by the fact than by the fact that he had been attacked by heavy artillery, and that the heavy artillery had power far beyond his expectations.

Tsurureut!

Siris reacted first before Jin stepped forward and slashed the bullet. A wall of ice extending from her grasp covers the front of the cabin, blocking bullets.

Seeing the powerful explosion hitting the transparent ice wall, Siris gritted her teeth. His eyes quickly became wet with dark murderous intent.

“You trash man.”

“Um Siris? You mustn’t kill it. Looks like Quaul Ganesto is right. At least it has something to do with it. I have never heard of a portable heavy artillery of this level.”

bang bang! bang! Even while Jin was talking, the heavy artillery continued to fire. How many shots were being fired, so that in just a few seconds the whole view was covered by black smoke.

“Then I’ll cut off two arms.”

“That sounds like a line more suitable for Yona-sama than Siris-sama. To maim, to kill, to forgive. Let’s overpower it and decide.”

Jin threw himself off the ice wall. And as soon as he raised a sword wind and cleared the nearby smoke, Jin had to face an unexpected scenery.

‘Have these weapons already been installed?’

Unidentified blue rods protruded from between the trees that were strangely bent, and between them were objects that looked like muzzles and gun barrels.

The land that had been full of weeds had become a flat floor made of metal. The shape of the complex lines on the floor gave me an intuition that it could be transformed into a trap, like the defensive equipment of a fortress.

All of this has changed in less than 10 seconds.

‘It’s as amazing as when I first met Sir Amela.’

At the time, Amela was in a state of amplification of the takgi of chaos, but the change caused by the man was only a product of pure magic engineering.

As expected, the trap was triggered as soon as I stepped onto the metal floor. The line opened, and sharp hooks protruded from it, grabbing my ankle.

Of course, it cannot be denied that it is great engineering. Probably not common unmanned. Even a soldier of 7 stars or higher would not have been able to withstand a few of the company’s traps.

But the opponents were Jin and Siris.

The hooks broke without even scratching Jin’s aura armor. It wasn’t to the extent that I couldn’t avoid it, but I deliberately opened the armor to see the power.

‘It’s not bad to feel your ankles getting heavy. It would be quite effective if installed in Tikan.’

It was a cutting power that would cut even the ankles of well-trained knights like millet.

Then, a single cannon hit Jin’s back. Likewise, Jin was satisfied with the tingling sensation on his back and did not avoid the shining net that hit him next.

‘The net is tough enough to be easily cut even with an 8-star strike… I think this will be useful too.’

No way! Jin smiled as he tore the net with his hands.

In other words, Jin has already made the decision to recruit the man.

Whether he’s a Quawl or not, whatever his personality, whatever his intentions. There was no need to worry about those things.

because he had the ability. It is unacceptable for such a person to belong to the enemy. Especially in times like these days.

If the man is human trash, he will force him to work, if he is a man with whom he can communicate, he will be generous, and if he is loyal to Zipple, he will break his heart.

‘He is a person who should never be in Zipple.’

And all of a sudden, if a man can mass-produce these things without difficulty.

If so, the thought that the age of knights might have come to an end passed through Jin’s mind for a moment.

The next moment, Jin felt that bitter foreboding even more strongly.

‘Something is preventing the aura from being concentrated…!’

It wasn’t serious.

Originally, if a hundred auras needed to be gathered even if the energy was operated naturally as if breathing, about ninety-five were condensed now.

However, this was only when it was based on the true level of unmanned people. Because Jin’s aura affinity far exceeds the standard standard.

Even this would be fatal to an ordinary warrior, and it was a dangerous enough phenomenon, assuming that Jin was also dealing with a person comparable to a superhuman.

Siris’ expression hardened as if he had felt the same sensation. There was no problem with the level of subduing the man, but as a military man, it was inevitable that he would be shocked.

I quickly rolled my eyes in search of the factor presumed to be the cause.

The sticks that came out between the trees were the cause. A strange aura spreading from the rod was obstructing the flow of the aura.

It was only the aura that the bar affected. The magical powers and auras that were tested were not hindered by their flow.

Suddenly, goose bumps ran down his back.

If the man was Quaul Ganesto, the reason he was making that stick artifact would be to make it easier for Ziffle to deal with Runcandel. Like the blueprints for the production ship and the teleportation device.

Verification of the company’s magical engineering artifacts is over.

Jin exploded his aura at once and deflected the traps and bullets that were trying to trap him.

As he rushed forward, the ground he was standing on exploded, sending debris flying. The trap didn’t explode, but Jin’s leg strength.

Sigmund’s blue brainchild bounced ferociously with the man’s artifacts.

Most of the artifacts became inoperable or destroyed in an instant, but the rod held up firmly as if it were an object of a different dimension among his works.

Jin had no intention of breaking the stick anyway. It was foolish to blemish something so precious.

“Tingenbauer.”

Tingen felt Jin’s voice echoing behind him until he blinked.

Of course, as he is capable of fortifying the entire space in an instant, the man was also wearing a lot of defensive artifacts to protect himself.

However, the figure was seen from the front, and the voice was heard from the back.

Moreover, as soon as the shield on the left side was broken, the same thing happened on the right side.

The brain energy that spread like light was knocking on all sides of him before he knew it.

“What are you! How did you know and came here?”

As soon as the man admitted that he was Tingen, Jin smiled again inwardly.

The feeling that I would be anxious even if things went well was gone. I was lucky enough to ask for the jackpot among the jackpots, and I just thought that I should never miss it.

“Some kind of headhunter?”

When the shield exploded all at once, Tingen’s body bounced.

Usually, when a shock of that magnitude is received, the human inside the shield is also affected.

‘They told me not to kill him, so he treated him more violently… just completely removed the shield for a moment?’

However, Jin’s attacks surprisingly completely destroyed only the shield, and it was only because of the wind pressure that Tingen’s body floated.

Jin gently supported Tingen before he hit the hard metal floor.

Seeing that, Siris stuck her tongue out because she felt the gap once again.

‘Every time I meet Jin Runkandel, he’s far away…’

Siris didn’t even feel resentful that Jin’s achievements were so much faster than her own.

It was because he truly cared for Jin and, above all, knew what roads he walked and how he gained this power. It’s kind of embarrassing, though.

“You shouldn’t hurt your precious body. Tingenbauer. No Quaul Ganesto.”

This time, goose bumps appeared on the nape of Tingen’s neck.

At least as far as Tingen knew, there was not a single person in the world who knew the name other than himself. Even the top leaders of Zipple, where he worked until recently, did not know.

“I just… what?”

“Quawl Ganesto, a descendant of Rokia Ganesto, an old runcandel teenage knight. Judging by the reaction, I’m pretty sure it’s him.”

Phi-!

A flash of light flashed from Quaul’s grip. It was an artifact similar to Chenmi’s flash cannon that obscured the opponent’s vision.

Jin raised a handful of aura and swallowed the light of the artifact entirely. It’s already been a long time since I’ve passed the level where such catch-up works.

“I am the 12th Horseman of the current Runkandel, Jin Runkandel, and the legitimate son of the old Runkandel.”

“What kind of bullshit are you talking about all of a sudden?”

“So I want to ask you. Why is the descendant of the Teenage Knight working for Zipple?”

There was no fear on Tingen’s face even in the face of overwhelming force that rendered the artifact useless.

However, the fact that Jin knew his real name was full of surprises.

“I don’t think I need to answer.”

“Even after a thousand years, a teenage knight is a teenage knight, and so will his descendants. It means that you have already committed treason just because you were working for Zipple.”

I honestly didn’t think so.

To be honest, if the original loyal family couldn’t protect or remember them in the last 1,000 years, betrayal for survival would be inevitable.

“Hey, do you think that makes sense? Even passing dogs and mountains and rivers will laugh when they hear it.”

“Without even mentioning what happened a thousand years ago, you have made countless contributions to Zipple. That alone is enough reason to die by Runcandel’s sword. Just like I said, I’m a headhunter. Whether that means for recruiting or cutting your hair for real depends on your choice.”

“Heng, then it’s a refusal. Kill him if you are confident.”

“You give up too easily.”

“You must have felt it when you just attacked me. How many skills do you need to figure out in me? How greedy am I? you can never kill me Didn’t someone just say that it shouldn’t hurt a precious body?”

“that’s right. So I’m thinking about how we can work together a little better. Isn’t forced labor always painful? Judging by the way I live, it seems that there is something wrong with Zipple. It reminds me of the adage that good is good.”

“Would you like to talk to me?”

Jin nodded.

“Unlike you, who fired magic cannons at random.”

“Light a cigarette and we’ll talk again.”

“However much.”

After smoking five cigarettes in a row, Tingen said:

“If you answer a few questions and meet the conditions I offer, I will consider leaving this cabin.”