Swordmaster's Youngest Son
/ Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 390
Published at 4th of February 2022 11:59:42 AM
The spirits of the Ming and Qing Dynasties were getting stronger and stronger.
It was as if lightning from all over the world was pouring into the garden of the sword. While the earth was being broken into pieces by the lightning. A golden hwansik's oracle fluttered like a petal between the mother and father and mother.
For a few seconds, Rosa looked down at her youngest son without answering.
With all the cataclysmic fields smashed, only the chief seat where Rosa sat was as tall as a giant tree left alone. Neither the flames of the fire nor the brain of the Ming and Wang dynasties were able to penetrate her energy.
Just by capturing Rosa's gaze, Jean was overwhelmed with a sense of being weighed down by the mountains.
Even though Rosa has yet to show her strength, she is suffocated by the sharp energy that comes through her brain.
'Stronger than I've ever imagined.'
I can affirm.
His mother, Rosa Looncandel, is more powerful than any enemy Jean has ever met. He has the power to go far beyond what he had expected.
Also, of course it had to be.
The person sitting in that upper seat and looking down at himself is none other than the second-in-command of the great Looncandel.
The second king of Looncandel, who has long led the Sword Garden on behalf of Xiron, has been recognized by all families in name and reality, and is admired and praised by all swordsmen in the world.
It would have been rather disappointing if he had not felt this much pressure to confront such a location-oriented character.
Slowly
Rosa rose from her seat.
Just a little bit higher in sight, but the sense of hypocrisy has multiplied beyond comparison with sitting. The body became heavy as if it had been submerged.
"I was careless, but I never thought I'd beat Luntia and come to this mother's door."
You can't read any emotion in a calm voice.
In Jin's head, memories of Ilsun Rosa passed like a scene that passed by quickly. The memories of the past, not of the enemy, but of the time when we recognized them as "mothers."
A mother who had been suspended for two days after she was deported. Before he was deported, he had broken the rules of his family and handed over some information in case he became a jockey.
'I'm sure you knew Joshua had cursed me when I was in the cradle, but why the hell?'
Why was he so abominable when dealing with himself?
Was it his last conscience as a mother? Rosa Looncandel can't be a weak human being with a conscience.
Unable to know.
I don't want to know, and I won't be able to understand the reason forever.
But the only thing that matters is breaking that chair.
One symbol of the Looncandel that Rosa is showing now, a great blemish on the authority of the second-in-command.
Sigmund's brain was thickened.
I didn't know she was so relaxed yet, either.]
"Stay talking."
[If it were my father, I'm sure he'd still be there.]]
Rosa grinned.
"I'll admit that you have achieved great growth."
[Maybe, I could give you a chance.]
"An opportunity..."
[Everyone in the family saw my strength. It means that Looncandel saw the possibility of winning the lottery.]
Rosa's sword came out of the cut, and there was a faint, sharp sound.
[In this situation, do you really think a second-term player can be a patriarch?]]
"So, do you want me to give you strength, not second-term?"
[No, I don't need your strength to ascend the throne.]
Jin went on to say this.
[Gone somewhere in due course. When I become a housekeeper, there is no place for my mother in the Sword Garden.]
Despite such a strong provocation, Rosa was not angry.
Rather, she seemed to smile contentedly.
Yeah, you know what's Looncandel, that's the look.
It also meant she recognized Jean.
On the other hand, it was a smile that suggested that Jin was not yet his match.
'I'll break that arrogant thought.'
There was a bloody smell in his mouth. The use of the Ming and Wanggeorim swords followed by the commercial paintings has led to the danger of reverse flow.
Rosa was also relaxed because she knew it.
She also regarded this incident as a victory for Jin by just coming all the way here anyway.
As he said, he showed off his strength in front of everyone in the family, and now there will be a big and definite variable in the succession structure of the family.
Perhaps the family fell into uncontrollable confusion. Rosa had already been predicting that this day would come one day, from the moment Jean returned, from the time when Zion forgave him.
"You are too greedy to stop now that you have gained practical benefits."
Rosa opened her mouth with her sword standing.
"Come up, son."
Her aegum, 'grazed' was colored with dazzling light. A sword that shines like a lighthouse in a storm of shriveled brain.
There was a scene of broken rocks rising into the air like bubbles and breaking under Rosa's energy.
Before long, Jean began to move slowly.
And as soon as he took his first step, those gathered here felt another ominous sense of incompatibility weighing on their shoulders.
It was because of the sudden earthquake.
Following Qin's steps, the entire Sword Garden began to fluctuate little by little.
Boom, boom, boom. In the intense noise of the brain, a new heavy sound was rising.
The earthquake was the sound of drums announcing the change of the Ming and Wang Rim Sword.
Only those who passed the sigmunds could sing it.
Pluto dagger thrower type 10 dagger type 2
Battle of the Ming and Qing Dynasties
A roar, indicating that one person has reached the pinnacle among the kings of light.
It's nothing more than a boost in energy before a fight begins.
It is only after the second battle that the enemy will be destroyed.
Rosa's eyes widened.
Again, and more.
To witness the megalomaniac of Jean was a phenomenon that even she could not help but be shocked.
"You still have this kind of power?…!'
a mystery
The first thing Rosa thought of.
Living as a warrior for decades, I've never seen anything like this. I didn't think it would be strange to fall into the backflow right now, and I could have been more overwhelming than I've ever shown!
But Jin, his youngest son was human.
As long as we were human beings, we couldn't help paying no price for going against the rules of the world. Rosa immediately recognized what Jean had walked on.
Life
It was his own life that Jean had secured to spread this power.
Are you saying that you're going to risk your death for breaking one of the symbols, the boss I'm sitting on? Right after getting so much?'
Even if you don't have to break Rosa's boss.
Today Jean got a lot of things beyond description. Even if he were to fall down immediately, what would come to his eyes after he awoke would be numerous swordsmen who were willing to offer their loyalty.
And yet you risk your life, what the hell is that...….
Rosa, who thought so far, gritted her teeth.
Just a moment ago, the mind that I had thought of gin with scorn. Yes, you know what the Looncandel is, judgment made with a smile.
He realized that the judgment was wrong and arrogant.
'This is Looncandel, Mother.'
Like a man forever thirsty for struggle, not backing down when he has to fight. Even an enemy who is clearly stronger than himself is getting tired of the fighting spirit.
Even when the opponent thinks the fight is over, it creates a strange phenomenon that can deny it.
That was what Jean thought, what members of the old Looncandel thought.
Out of nowhere, black clouds covered the sky, as if tens of millions of migratory birds had flown in.
Under that sinister cloud, all that can be intact is the Ming king and the one who reigns over it.
Currrr....!
A sheer absurdity of epilepsy poured in.
Thousands of streams of thunder were striking the ground without warning. A tidal wave of brainwashing through the Sword Garden.
Riders and elders fought battles everywhere. With all your might, with a breathless face. Somehow, to protect the knights from this disaster, a decisive battle was fought.
But even a dozen simultaneous duels seemed as small as the struggle of a microorganism amid thousands and tens of thousands of brainwashes.
Can I call this a sword?
Shouldn't we call it power?
The swordsmen who stopped the epilepsy felt like they were in a long, dark nightmare.
I couldn't believe with my eyes that this terrible dream began with a jockey.
Rosa, who had been relaxed all along, was also frantic.
Every time her sword drew its trajectory, a bunch of thunder had been erased, but the clouds had grown more and more ferocious in throwing up the epilepsy.
Jean was tramping through the mess. Like a king walking in his own territory, he was moving proudly toward Rosa.
A sign with a powerful resonant sound.
It is Rosa's neck that the blade is facing. Sitting in a high-altitude manner was uncanny bitterness in the sight of a mad-wielding mother everywhere.
It was time to adorn the grand finale of the declaration.
Chuck!
When Jean lifted the sign, like a lie.
The thunder stopped. The noisy epilepsy that seemed to signal the end of the world just now disappeared.
Like those who awoke from their nightmares, the swordsmen who looked around, suddenly calm, were enchanted.
But thunder is not gone.
The thunder was just converging towards the edge of the Sigmund's blade at high speed. So many brains were entering without a hitch with just one of a single sword.
It's the first time everyone's seen for the first time.
I knew what would happen next. That pale blade that devoured all that demonic brain, will now fall to Rosa.
The distance between the two facing each other was short.
Jean hit the sword honestly, with her center.
Rosa can't avoid this sword anyway. The only choice she could make was a head-on counter-offer as second-in-command of Looncandel.
Pick...!
The moment Sigmund and the frenzy hit each other, the veins burst in Rosa's eyes. In an instant the red-eyed eyes were thinning and growing and twitching.
It was the first time I saw Rosa's crying face, even though it was blood tears.
The boss she was sitting on, the high ground that was standing alone, collapsed like a giant's finger.
[I, 12th-class Jean Luncandel.]
Just before the ceremony was clouded, Jean managed to finish her last words.
[The housekeeper... ...will be.]
When Jean collapsed, Rosa threw up a handful of blood.
The swordsmen had no choice but to fall into a strange separation as if reality were falling apart when they saw her blue face and a faint gin.
Chapter end
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