Swordmaster’s Youngest Son - Chapter 989

Chapter 989,

Chapter 245. Kingelo’s Tomb (2)

That night, Ranke, Chagall Bianca, and Berakt Badray visited the Great Desert of Mitra. The Great Desert was still in a messy state with the spirits left by Gleec’s extinction and the chaotic wastes discarded by the various forces of the human world at the time of the Battle of the Gods.

The area where Kingelo’s old headquarters was located and the land of the contaminated beasts were destroyed without a trace on the day Jin came out of Lapra Rosa in the past.

Mithra literally looked like an abandoned land. The remnants of the matrimonial period covered the sky so that the sun did not shine properly even in broad daylight, and from time to time something like a lump of flesh writhed on the blackened sand.

“Sheesh, if my grand plan had succeeded, the legendary grand dukes of the Pandemonium would be holding up well by now.”

Ranke said.

“Duke Ranke still believes that his foolish plan would have succeeded if it had not been for Jin Runkandel?”

“With Heo Moo-maeng? Cover your words, Chagall. Are you trusting Pyrops and digging like this?”

“I was just telling the truth, Lord Ranke. It’s very sad to see you hold on to things that have already failed.”

“Chagall… Ranke… Don’t make fun of me. I… I worked hard.”

“Who are you to cover me!”

“Haha, looking at things like this, demons are all old, but it seems that everyone’s mind is frozen in childhood. Isn’t that right, Berakt? But Bianca is cute even when she is fierce.”

“I… I am not strong.”

“Ha ha ha!”

“Even you, Bard Ray, properly recognize the weight of the situation. We are here to gamble with Kingelo’s life and death.”

“You know Berakt. So I’m just saying let’s relax a bit. If we are messing around here and then suddenly the enemy comes with an air fortress or the Bamal Alliance is mobilized and tries to attack us, there is no answer with this number of people right now, right?”

Each of the five people who had just visited the Great Desert was Kingelo’s core strength. If things go wrong and they are all buried in the desert, Kingelo’s future is gone.

“We are here to make sure that doesn’t happen. And when the lure begins, Zephyrin-nim will be waiting nearby, so we just have to keep an eye on the enemy’s movements.”

The general members, wearing protective suits, began to take out various equipment from inside Grenil.

All of them were equipment used by Ranke in the past when he attempted necromancy. On top of that, there was Bouvard’s invention (he called it the ‘dwarf lamp’), which had no function and only emitted light in all directions that was louder than a signal flare.

Ranke skillfully installed the equipment the members moved one by one. The rest of the executives were just watching with their hands behind their backs.

So, Chagall put his hand on one of the equipment to help Ranke, who was struggling alone, and at that moment Ranke screamed.

“Don’t touch that! They are all sensitive devices.”

“…No, Lord Ranke. What do you mean?”

“I mean put down the device you so violently lifted.”

“under? We just decided to pretend we were up to something big, right? Could it be that Lord Ranke really wants to try necromancy again?”

“of course!”

“Why did you do such a meaningless thing?”

“We’ll know when the results come out, whether it’s meaningless or not. Pretending to do something anyway, or actually doing something. Isn’t it enough for the operation to be fine?”

Ranke saw this operation as his last chance to attempt necromancy.

“Hey Ranke, you were a guy who didn’t know how to give up, right? Fuha, the more you get, the more you get! Isn’t that right, Berakt?”

“joy! It’s a situation where we have to grab at least a straw anyway. So what if necromancy succeeds? That’s adding a lot of power to our Kingelo. So don’t stop me by saying that everyone is useless.”

“Ranke’s dream… Big. I’ll cheer you on…”

Ainas cheered him on and Chagall shrugged and looked at Ranke with pity. Berakt thought that Ranke’s opinion was not without reason. It wasn’t a separate effort, it was good if it succeeded, and it didn’t matter if it failed.

“do whatever you want. However, if your obsession with necromancy causes even the slightest setback in your strategy, then be ready.”

Ranke alone installed dozens of devices over two hours. And between them, lanterns were installed.

“After that, it’s done. From now on, I’ll be immersed in necromancy, so you can dance with all your Boubar inventions on, or pretend to use some ancient linking curse magic, whatever you want.”

Whoa-!

When Ranke started the equipment, a heavy vibration began to spread in the middle of the desert. Ranke muttered an incantation as if possessed by a demon and drew a magic circle everywhere.

It looked quite dangerous, so the party nodded their heads involuntarily.

“At this rate, anyone who sees it will get goosebumps. If I am the Barmal Alliance or the enemy tribe, I think I will try to figure out what I am doing unconditionally.”

“It definitely feels like that.”

“Luke Ranke must have been hurt a lot when he was young.”

“Something exciting…”

With all the lanterns turned on, there was no evil festival held in the midst of chaos.

The dwarf lamps shot streaks of light in all directions without a break. Although the entire desert was hazy as if it was foggy because of the haze, it was possible to observe even at a very long distance with this light.

“Karmashu, Grand Duke of Fever, oh, let those cruel flames burn the world again! Long-time follower of the Witch, Masalun of Sorrow! This Ranke earnestly calls out to you. Hurry and appear before me and curse your enemies! oh oh oh! Sribi, the Great Demon of Mount Tekan…!”

Ranke’s deafening voice was making noise in the desolate desert.

Now all Kingelo had to do was wait for the enemies to bite the bait and show up. I pray earnestly to the sun god.

* * *

The first to confirm Kingelo’s bizarre behavior was neither the Bamal Alliance nor the enemy, but Jiple.

< 11:50 p.m., May 6, 1804. Ranke Halowice, Chagall, Bahma, Bianca, Caligo, Berakt, Sidricker, Badray Ramul. The five people arrive at the central part of the Great Desert of Mithra. >

< They have a plan to pull out the Bamal Alliance and the enemy tribes at the same time using Lapla Rosa hidden in the Great Desert of Mithra. Currently, Kingelo is trying to use necromancy to deliberately shine bright lights everywhere and summon old demons... >

Tower of Story.

Elona was using the demon stone inside the transparent round device in the center of the tower.

Fortunately, the tower gave her the ‘record’ she exactly wanted from Kelliac. A record that informs Kingelo’s trend.

“Demon stone operation ended. Disconnect.”

burst! Pushik Chwiiik…!

As Elona spoke, the thick tubes connected to her entire back inside the glass tube were released. Her back almost melted from the heat, and boiling blood flowed for a while from the holes where the coffin was pierced.

However, as soon as Elona’s body was wrapped in magic, the wounds regenerated at a rapid rate. Elona’s face was more tired than ever while wearing clothes given to her by living golems waiting nearby. For a while she stumbled and couldn’t walk properly.

“Hey, are you okay?”

It was Ragal. As soon as Elona saw him, her anger surged for some reason, but she suppressed it and nodded.

“It was just a little overkill. At the current stage of the Demon Stone, it is inevitable to obtain a record of such high purity.”

It was lightly expressed as ‘a little too much’, but in fact, Elona could have suffered near-death damage at any time until just now.

Wearing the crown of holy water, she could certainly be said to be immortal, but it did not mean that there were no limits.

“Whoa, I’m glad to see you say you got the record. How unfair it would be if there was no harvest like last time.”

The attempt that there was no harvest was when I tried to find records about Simart a while ago. At that time, Elona activated the demon stone to a more dangerous level than now, but could not obtain any other information.

It was partly because the demon stone was not perfect, and partly because Simart had yet to leave a record of royalties.

‘Maybe he has the power of a being similar to Jin Runkandel. Compared to Jin Runkandel, it may be on a small level, but…’

The power of existence.

Elona thought about that strange power for a while. Because of that power, I couldn’t even touch the records about Jin and those around him. If you try to find Jin’s records, the demon stone refuses to work.

‘…But it’s strange. No matter how strong the power of existence is, the tower and the demon stone refuse to operate at all. That’s an ability that Temar didn’t have a thousand years ago. Is it really only the power of existence that Jin Runkandel possesses that is the reason why the demon stone doesn’t work?’

It wasn’t a problem that I could immediately figure out. Elona erased those thoughts and looked at Ragal.

“Is Kelliac on the top floor?”

“okay. It looks like walking is difficult, so why don’t we take a break for a while?”

“No, I will go right away.”

“Huh, this guy is stubborn anyway.”

“I am not your friend.”

“What a prick! Then don’t even help me.”

“I refuse.”

Ragal shrugged and matched his stride with the staggering Elona. As they reached the top floor, Kelliac turned to the two of them.

“Elona is here. How did it go?”

“I checked the records. Kingelo is luring the Bamal Alliance and the enemy tribes to the Great Desert of Mithra.”

Kelliac’s eyes widened. Elona delivered the record she just checked to him without a single error.

“I was wondering why the most anxious people who were marked as the number one target for elimination by the enemy tribe didn’t reach out to us… Kingelo made a pretty good move.”

“A good number of Kellyac friends? It seems to me that if only one of the Bamal Alliance or the enemy tribes shows interest in the Great Desert of Mithra, only Kinzel will perish.”

“I am proud to see that Ragal’s intellect is developing day by day. As he said, if one side doesn’t pay attention to the Great Desert of Mithra, Kingelo will be very dangerous. And it’s most likely the enemy. Jin Runkandel will keep a keen eye on the Great Desert of Mithra because of Lapla Rosa.”

“Hehe, it’s all thanks to Kelliac’s friend.”

“What do you plan to do? Kelliac.”

At Elona’s question, Kelliac smiled.

“It would be good for our Ziple to support Kingelo’s pitiful efforts. Both the Bamal Alliance and the enemy tribes will not be able to stop without finding the Great Desert of Mithra.”