Swordmaster’s Youngest Son - Chapter 837

Chapter 837 Chapter

209. Temar’s Seventh Tomb – Keitam’s Painting (10)

The world has been plunged into darkness.

At least, everyone in the Storm Castle couldn’t help but feel that way. Every visible space was turning black as if it had been painted.

And people were also immersed in that darkness. The sight of the knights spreading their swords all over the castle and mountains disappeared.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…!”

“Oh.”

Pew…!

The knights affected by the advent of darkness screamed for a while before exploding. The darkness that engulfed them exploded.

Their blood and flesh bones were scattered somewhere in the dark space and disappeared in an instant. Only those who resisted even a little left screams of death, but most did not even recognize the moment they died.

It was 3 seconds.

How long did it take for all the elite Guardian Knights on the battlefield to die? All that was left was Jin and the teenage knights of Murakan.

‘Those many articles… all of them.’

Jin held his spirit tight as he felt his mogol grow soft. It was as if an invisible awl was piercing his brain and body. Murakan and the teenage knights were feeling the same pain.

power of existence.

It was because of that that the rest of the party didn’t explode right away in the coming darkness. The power of existence they had was resisting the ‘death appointed by the fake’.

But Frey didn’t seem to be able to hold out for long. Jin noticed that her consciousness was going off and on again every time she blinked.

“Calm down Frey!”

“If you kill him, he’ll start treating you right away. Just hang on…!”

The real Frey Runkandel died a thousand years ago, and the now dying Frey is only a painting.

Jin felt an unbearable rage. All the teenage knights here became guardians to protect Temar’s tomb even after death.

[Today this world disappears.]

Kudude…!

While the entire storm castle was disintegrating, the fake low voice was clear.

[Murakan and Gene Runkandel. You will not be able to get out of this world.]

The fake’s location was unknown. He watched the suffering Jin party and the dead knights while swimming in the darkness.

Even when the name ‘Jin Runkandel’ came up, the teenage knights didn’t even have time to question it.

[The shape of the spirit sword has changed. Are you trying to break through the subspace and escape? If so, you should have made your choice before this happened. Now that’s impossible. You shouldn’t have come in here. You two won’t get anything today and you won’t be able to get out alive.]

The fake said, checking on Bradamante.

“I have no intention of leaving until I kill you, fake. You’re probably a servant of Loki or Helluram.”

[Is it important? What’s important to me is the fact that the black dragon Murakan you believed so much in was actually nothing more than an ugly renegade slayer.]

Murakan was still struggling to push back the returning memories. The memories of running away because I wanted to forget the days I couldn’t forgive myself were nothing compared to the pain of the body.

Black tears continued to flow from Murakan’s eyes. He was banging his head into the darkness, screaming, scratching himself and screaming.

Jin decided to leave him alone for a while. As of right now, it didn’t seem like the condition would come back just by beating it like it used to be.

‘Keep suffering as much as you want, I’ll protect you this time. If I get rid of that guy, we’ll face it. The truth from a thousand years ago.’

Whatever it is, no matter how harsh, no matter how cruel, no matter how disgusting.

In the end, it was something that Murakan had to handle entirely on his own. I couldn’t move forward without facing the past.

“If you really did something wrong, you can atone for it. like you’ve done so far. Since you became my guardian dragon, you always fought for me and the family world. After that is all over, let’s think about what to do together.”

Jin took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“But if you are not at fault, you don’t have to suffer so much. Either way, neither I, Gilly, nor the other colleagues leave you. Even if you make atonement, you will be together, and even if you just suffer, you will suffer together. So wait a bit. I’ll kill that bastard and come back.”

Whoops…!

Suddenly, a deep cut formed on Jin’s chest, and blood gushed out. Darkness is destroying Jin’s existence.

[Tearful. You really don’t think you can atone for what Murakan did, do you? Those who died without knowing why don’t come back no matter what they do…]

Jin didn’t answer.

Before facing the truth from a thousand years ago, I had no intention of believing anything a fake would say. He just quietly raised his sword and prepared it.

Get ready to cut him down.

‘Even if he’s not a real creationist, the visible fighting power is definitely creation. Firepower is not the answer. It’s best to see the game as a way to separate the real from the fake.’

Jin opened his eyes again.

The darkness created by the fake began to vibrate. Fake didn’t care and continued twisting the existence of Jin and the teenage knights. All three of them did not let go of their swords even while their entire bodies were being torn apart.

“Likewise, this time we assist you. Barmal… should I call him Gene Runkandel? The two of us will find his hiding place and tear it apart.”

“It will only be for a moment. Twice if you’re lucky.”

“Once is enough, ancestors.”

As soon as Dranax and Violo heard that, they rushed from side to side and extended their swords. Two dazzlingly shining swords cut through the darkness.

It was a demon sword without a name.

The two of them were instinctively radiating their vitality in order to break the darkness of the coming of darkness. Just as Jin suddenly realized eternalization while fighting the Veil, they were also reaching the power that only a demonic sword could possess.

The darkness parted without a sound. The scenery outside the darkness that was revealed every time was the appearance of a river of blood and a collapsed storm castle made of debris.

A desolate castle ruins Broken family flags Storms still brutally raging Black skies…

Everything they tried to protect.

The cut darkness was filling up again in an instant, but the swords of the two gradually approached the fake reality.

And finally, the moment when the two magic swords simultaneously peeled off the darkness hidden in the fake reality.

The breath he vomited hit the teenage knights. Dranax lost his right shoulder and part of his upper body, and Violo lost both his arms after striking him with a sword.

It was because the demonic sword’s uniqueness made them tired. Jin faced them as they were disappearing and extended his sword forward.

On the first night of

the Spirited Sword Ultimate Skill 1,

the fake felt that all five senses were cut off in an instant. All the auras that flowed in the Darkness stopped moving, and a blade thicker than his own darkness approached in front of his eyes.

Sak-!

The blade cut his chest. However, it couldn’t reach the heart, and it struck Jin with its wings.

However, Jin broke through his wings and stabbed his sword through his heart once more. At that moment, the fake lost consciousness for a while from the influence and pain of the first night, but that was it.

The heart was not pierced. The only thing the blade had dug into was about a knuckle of a finger. It wasn’t a blow that was threatening enough, but it couldn’t kill the fake one.

On the second night of

the second ultimate skill of the Spirited Sword,

Jin continued the second ultimate skill of the Spirited Sword one after another, as expected. The aura that was unfolded for the 1st ceremony gathered in Bradamante in an instant, and the sword body soon became a huge black vortex in the shape of an inverted cone.

The second night is a sword that maximizes the power of the aura itself. Every time Jin swung his sword, the whirlpool stirred the darkness and he couldn’t get out easily.

However, Jin also knows that there is no chance of winning in a firefight. The second night couldn’t be greater than the most powerful sword or fake power that he could currently use with his aura. Because of this, it became a situation where fakes put pressure on Jin again.

Dranax and Violo, who had collapsed in the dark, were looking for Frey.

And Frey was up and wandering around looking for something. With staggering steps, she was heading for a piece of land that had been revealed when her comrades cut through the darkness a little while ago.

It was because there was a sword there that should not be given to a fake. Even though her consciousness was blurred, she found the place at once, even though it was the same darkness everywhere.

A sense of duty that could not be broken by anything was blessing herself.

“Dranax… Violo… Please open the door.”

Violo handed over the last skill to Dranax, and through that skill, Dranax once again unleashed the nameless demonic sword.

Like a flower that finally bloomed, Barisada was stuck in the rubble. Frey carefully held Barisada in his arms as if he were touching a child with trembling hands.

At that moment, the fake confirmed the existence of Barisada and immediately rode the darkness and moved to Frey’s side.

At that moment, Murakan instinctively blocked the teenage knights. The breath shot by the fake plunged Murakan into the darkness instead of the teenage knight, and Jin didn’t miss the chance and stirred the fake’s heart again.

The vortex of two expressions formed on the sword body and pierced the heart. It felt as if my hands were torn and twisted by the recoil caused by the collision of my heart and aura.

And Jin just released his grip on the sword. Bradamante was thrown out into the darkness.

The original plan was to forcibly dig into his arms without missing the sword at this time.

If you take the risk just once and dig deep into him, you’ll be done. In the end, there is a belief that if you keep your distance, the real and the virtual class will inevitably be revealed.

But now Frey was throwing a barisada at him. While rushing in, Jin received Barisada as it was.

The very moment you hold Barisada in your hand.

Jin realized that he had finally reached the distance he wanted. A distance where you can cut through his heart without missing a beat.

The fake was amplifying the aura of the dark coming that started moving again without knowing that fact. Jin felt the pain of breaking every bone in his body, but he was able to unleash the sword he had chosen in advance to kill him.

It would be the same even if there was a greater pain than this. Jin could wield his sword under any circumstances. That was the achievement of a human named Gene Runkandel.

“It’s fake.”

Runcandel Oh’s

Reincarnation

Barisada was waking up in Jin’s hands.