Swordmaster’s Youngest Son - Chapter 835

Chapter 835,

Chapter 209. Temar’s Seventh Tomb – Keitham’s painting (8)

The first thing Jin and the others saw was the shape of the mountain range turning into dough.

The ridges stretching out in all directions from the center of the storm were crumbling.

It was a phenomenon that occurred when the shadow of the mountain range moved as the fake intended.

Either the destructive power is great or the technology is amazing.

It wasn’t that kind of area.

The ‘spirit liberation’ used by the fake was literally a divine power.

It is because he controls the shadow at will and has a fatal influence on the target.

“Kuuk uh uh!”

“Sir Fra Frey…!”

“Aagh!”

The knights of the Tempest Castle struggled and screamed.

Frey was resisting the power of the fake, but most of the other knights were encroached on by his shadow and felt terrible pain.

Woojik Big Jajak-!

The shadows that arose like wildfire were devouring the knights.

In an instant, a river of blood and aura flowed through the castle, and Frey looked at them with trembling eyes.

‘How the hell… should help How can I save the knights…!’

Frey, too, felt his head ringing and his intestines twisting.

Even she could only resist temporarily, and in the end, if the fake continued to use her authority like this, she would meet the same end as the knights.

“stop… You son of a bitch…!”

Frey reached for the throwing spear with his ankle-deep aura.

However, the moment he grabbed the spear, his little finger, which was stained black with spiritual energy, bent backwards and touched the back of his hand.

Despite the pain of her finger being pulled out, she threw the spear without hesitation.

The spear hit the fake one more fiercely than before, but it couldn’t reach it.

The spear stopped about five steps ahead of the fake and disappeared into a whirlwind of aura.

“As expected, the response is coming right away. I think he died around 500. how are you fake? Do you see how ridiculous you look in my eyes?”

Reiki Liberation Black Chain.

Murakan’s aura release rips through the fake veil and shoots out a black chain.

However, it dispersed like smoke, then reappeared in the air, transformed into its true form, and spread its wings toward the Storm Castle.

The distance went too fast.

The party immediately followed, but the fake breath swept the storm castle first.

[Pray!]

Murakan screamed involuntarily.

“I am fine!”

Fortunately, Frey was using a halberd to sever the fake breath and unleash a magic sword trick. The Wrath of

Runcandel Demonic Sword Biggi

Hamalen – Frey Runkandel

As if full ice had been opened, a bone-piercing chill suddenly fell over the entire battlefield.

In an instant, the dummy’s torso froze, and Frey leaped and swung her halberd at the thing’s heart.

With the sound of ice breaking, a huge scar was left on the fake chest.

Jin’s group didn’t miss the chance and aimed once more at the bastard’s rear.

Pooh…!

Jin and the teenage knights’ swords and spears pierced the fake back and chest at the same time.

All three of them felt the sword’s heart caught on the tip of their sword.

At that time, Jin was unfolding the Eternity.

The definite moment that can pierce the heart came faster than expected.

Jin’s Eternal Eternity Frey’s demonic sword, the decisive battle between Dranax and Violo.

All of them were hitting the fake heart at the same time.

[Kahiah …!]

For the first time, the posture was completely distracted and screamed.

The party did not miss the gap and stabbed the heart one more time, and Murakan also put a black chain through the open wound.

Murakan focused his aura on the black chain with the intention of ripping out his heart.

The black chain tightly held the heart, but could not pull it out and broke off first.

Jin and the teenage knights also fell to the ground, pushed by the aura it emitted.

Aura was gathering in her fake wide chest.

Frey gasped and looked up at the tightly closed chest.

[They said that none of you could kill me. Fake Contractor Looks like you used the conversion blow, but it’s a pity. That much can’t pierce this Murakan’s heart.]

“Put out such bullshit from the fire that clings to your chest and talk.”

[Ah this fire… It’s awkward. It doesn’t seem to go off until I kill you, right? Then, even if you want to save it, you can’t.]

Jin didn’t answer and changed his sword to Bradamante to open fire.

It seemed that the king’s reign sword would also restrict the movements of the teenage knights.

If it spreads only openly, if it continues beyond the previous one, the teenage knights will surely be hit.

‘If it was outside, it would have been better to buy time with the king’s sword and plan for the future, but this is a world where only Mittel exists. The ancestors have nowhere to retreat.’

Just as the teenage knights sincerely accepted Jin and Murakan as their colleagues.

Jin and Murakan no longer thought of them as just paintings.

As Katam said, the picture in the picture is the reality, and they were the real ancestors of Jin even outside.

‘That black Sarah’s…!?’

‘It’s Sarah’s fire!’

The teenage knights were shocked to see the fire, but did not ask about it.

Also, the fake was amplifying the aura.

Perhaps because of the nature of the subspace called painting, Tess was not summoned.

‘It’s a pity that Tess wasn’t summoned. That man’s fire could have hurt that fake guy’s heart more than me or the kid.’

So far, not a single attack that could be called an effective hit has been successful.

Even so, Jin and the teenage knights of Murakan continued to rush at him without losing the slightest bit of fighting spirit.

Even the knights who survived the fake’s first aura liberation packed up a checkup with determined faces.

Even if the fake killed them with a single breath, the knights seemed to be able to stand firm even with their souls.

Flame wrapped around the fake and lowered its altitude again.

The fake waved its wings, conscious of the eternal flower properties of flames.

However, it was not possible to block the fake from getting closer to the storm.

Its huge shadow gradually cast a dark shadow over the walls of the Storm Castle.

The knights who touched the shadows were swallowed up in the darkness with their whole bodies hardened, and the sword quickly lost its light.

[Today, I decided to destroy the storm castle and recover Barisada. It means the future has already been decided. No matter how much you struggle.]

[It’s ridiculous to talk like a third-rate villain because someone fears that Temar will come back and thinks it’s not the guy who looked mean.] Now, the

party and the fake were engaged in a melee in the sky above the storm castle.

Once, with the help of the knights, Murakan drove the fake into the castle, and each time part of the building collapsed and huge pieces of debris splattered.

Even in the midst of that, the mountains tinged with fake spirits were swaying.

Jin and the teenage knights suppressed his hold on space by pushing back the aura pouring down like a tidal wave from the mountain range.

The flames were still burning, melting the fake Murakan’s scales.

Occasionally organs, including the heart, were exposed.

Other organs were repeatedly destroyed and restored, but the heart was stabbed several times without even the slightest scratch.

He didn’t even scream, as if he’d gotten used to the pain.

The teenage knights were breathing hard.

It wasn’t that the sword’s power had declined, but time was clearly on the fake side.

Rather, his aura was exploding more and more ferociously.

‘I can cut…’

Jin said as before.

He was memorizing a spell, just like when he was trying to make up his mind when he met a tough enemy.

Just because you can cut a guy’s heart means there’s nothing in the world that you can’t cut.

Unlike in those days, now it’s much closer to the truth than lies.

‘Even that is a false existence that has already been detected.’

Bradamante was imbued with aura.

When the darkness that filled the blade was the deepest, the fake turned around and glared at Jin.

For a moment, he fell into the illusion that ‘Themar has returned’.

Fake saw Temar’s appearance in Jin.

[I don’t like it more and more…]

The same goes for the teenage knights.

They too felt a theme from Jin.

I was looking at those deep, hard eyes that appeared from somewhere and stared at the enemy whenever there was no hope when the war situation was unfavorable.

“They say the future has already been decided, it’s fake.”

Jin narrowed the distance with him by cutting off the aura and fake breath that stretched from the mountain range.

Murakan and the teenage knights were blocking him from flying.

For the first time, the fake was shown desperately defending itself.

He tried to cover Jin’s vision by dyeing the whole area dark with his aura, and exploded his energy like crazy to get rid of Murakan and the teenage knights.

Frey and Violo bounced off, but Murakan and Dranax didn’t let go of him and slammed their huge swords and teeth into their wings.

The fake one swung his front paw at Jin, who rushed in front of him, risking his fixed wings being ripped.

Jin narrowly avoided his paws.

Although her cheeks and shoulders were torn by the wind pressure, she was able to dig into her bosom and wield Bradamante.

Spirit Sword Type 1 Soul Slash.

The blackened blade pierced the dummy’s forepaw and cut its chest.

The guy opened his mouth as if he was suffocating, and Jin, on the other hand, swung his sword and aimed once more for his heart.

The feeling of something being caught on the sword and then being dislocated and being released was clearly conveyed.

I couldn’t do both ends, but the soul cut was definitely giving a different blow to the guy’s heart than before.

It flipped its pupils and spewed out aura, but it was not immediately restored, but scattered into particles and disappeared.

And Jin and the teenage knights of Murakan didn’t miss the fact that the fake had spilled something while hurriedly widening the distance.

A

piece of heart the size of a walnut fell to the floor.

As Jin trampled on it, the pieces that had lost their strength crumbled.

The fake one groped my heart with its front paws as if it couldn’t be trusted.

Jin glared at the fake and tightened his grip on the sword.

“The future you said is wrong.”

Soon, Jin unfolded the spiritual sword again and took a stance.

The teenage knights were beside him, with Murakan perched above them.