Swordmaster's Youngest Son
/ Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 473
Published at 4th of February 2022 11:57:41 AM
Flop, Midor fell forward. Muron, Sandra, and seven elders were all left on the side of Jipple.
"Matapju......!"
"Sir Midor!"
shouted the elders.
But there was nothing else they could do.
Now there are no hidden secret weapons, no reliable means left.
There was no back. There was only the future of death if we fought back or didn't fight back.
Then it would be right to die heroically in battle, but the elders couldn't take their feet off.
Just looking at Jin shining through the dark pitch, he seemed to be crushed with fear.
It wasn't just a feeling. In fact, the elders were struggling to withstand the energy that Jean was releasing.
'Muron Zipple.'
Jean turned to Muron.
Only then did Muron seem to have regained consciousness. I stopped muttering meaninglessly in fear, and my eyes found focus.
'I didn't expect to see your disgusting table again.'
Jean thought so and controlled her anger. When Muron recalled the misdeeds he had committed in Colon, he was divided, but it was something he should never show him.
The daily lives of the Hongs whose Muron cut off their vocal cords were still filled with silence. The dead families were still not coming back.
Kick.......
Muron shook his head, touching his forehead.
[What a shame!] You were beaten up and squeezed like a scared dog.]
The eyes of Muron's eyes were soaked in madness, without a trace of fear and crying until just now crying in terror.
[I didn't know you'd be this much of a warrior, Jean Looncandel. You couldn't fight me back then.]
Jean was approaching Muron step by step without answering. Recalling one thing Muron said in the past.
You think I'm crazy? But Jean Looncandel, you're not covered by the pitch either, but......I think he's got a pretty good look on his face. You're my kind. He likes to fight.
Words uttered by Muron during the battle in Colon.
'Muron, you must have been in a position to look down at me and admit it.'
Since then Jin has already been perceptive of a human being named Muron Zipple.
A pure-blooded jipple who lives in a drinking poison every day, is called a "madman of the tower" and is demoted, and expresses himself in an act of sheer brutality.
All that action is attributed to a sense of inferiority.
Disappointment that Jipple cannot be a lyricist, humiliation and jealousy felt by the better brothers, and bitter conviction that he cannot shake off his prestige as a real exhaustor.
If I can't raise my prestige, I want to shine as a bad name.
That was the greatest human desire of Muron. It was the only means of hiding an inferiority complex from others and expressing itself.
a monster of compassion
There was no better word to describe Muron Zipple in a single word. That's why Muron always wanted his name to be spoken to people, and whenever he had the opportunity, he wanted to "recognize" others.
If you admit someone else, it's your virtue.
The better and better the opponent, the stronger the tendency became. I felt the most amazing and thrilling when I recognized a shining human being.
It was all in the same vein that he acknowledged Midor, whom everyone ignored, and that he had earned his blind trust from an early age, and told Jean, "You're the same kind as I am."
[Come on, are you going to kill me now?] Or torture? It's not a bad punishment to cook it alive and feed it to the Hongin bugs you saved. Whatever you want, you're the winner again...….]
All that could not be penalized for Muron.
No matter how cruel he kills, no matter how agonizingly tortures him, Muron will eventually win his own victory.
You'll think you've finally ruled Jean's mind. You'll believe Jean controlled you to hate him.
I knew the fact so well that I didn't say a word to Muron, who had deliberately returned to his senses.
[Oh, Tika?] Is that rat-ass chick who ruined our show alive? If it weren't for that, the situation would have been a little richer...….]
Muron stopped talking.
His eyes, which had only recently regained focus, began to tremble rapidly. The reason was no different.
It was just because I passed it.
Jin himself.
[......where are you going, Jean Looncandel?]
Now, anyway, the Jipple has lost its value of death.
With the means of resurrection, death in most situations could not frighten the Jipple.
Especially those like Muron were more and more so.
So Jean chose the most effective punishment for him.
Pride
To strip off falsehoods that were adorning oneself in layers.
[Where are you going, answer me!]
After 10 steps past the Muron, he didn't stop laughing and laughing.
Naturally, Muron did not hear the sound and screamed like a madman.
[Stop, stop, stop!]
Chi-ying!
The eyes of Muron glowed with flame.
The vision magic of Jipple, which was also used in Colon, and the Maan of Chunghwa.
It was a magic trick that Jean couldn't do even when she was a backup rider. Tess's real blue flame was blown away straight away.
And even then, Muron thought like this when he saw Jin summoning Tess. That bloodthirsty creature will be chosen by Tess to take over the times, the best sorcerer that Muron dare not dream of!
When I remembered that time, I felt like something was popping in my head. The shame and inferiority complex that pierced the back of my head made me want to die right away.
Chiayi....!
Following Muron's gaze, the Maan of Chunghwa set off a blue fire on the back of Jin's.
But Ma'an's flame failed to leave a little soot on the armor of the spirit, only repeating itself without power.
Young-gi armor is part of the reinforced bradamante, and the bradamante contains part of the tess.
Thus could not do any harm to Ma'an Tjin of Muron. Except for dark magic, even though it's the best season he can use.
[Ta, die, burn, die, or kill me......! Stop!]
The naked face of inferiority complexion is so ugly.
Most of the people who were looking at Muron were embarrassed to open their eyes. Everyone was suffering from the ugliness of Muron, even though they were in a state of panic that had just now.
Some were even feeling sorrow and sympathy beyond shame. The awful shabbyness had his tongue glued to him.
Pushcit, sheit...…!
In the end, Maan of Chunghwa, which was performed by Muron, left no trace on Jin's armor. Until the mana ran out, until the reflux began.
Mureon, who was breathing heavily with sporadic hair, was shedding blood tears with all the veins in his eyes bursting.
It was nothing different from what was seen in the red-hot field of vision.
a black dragon showing its dignity
And there were the members of the imperial court who feared and were in awe of Murakhan, and the elders of the few remaining Zipples, the Suin of Kinselo, and the knights of Looncandel.
Standing in the middle of it, I could see the steely back of the man who had just passed him.
It came as a symbol to Muron. All four major powers seem to be looking up to the camp...….
"You're a man of the times...You've already, you've got it.…!'
Cahak!
Suddenly, Muron threw up blood and broke his back. The mana reflux has begun.
Kuck, Kuck, and blood were constantly gushing through the throat.
[Cock, me, me...]... that's to say, look back......I mean. Huck, don't ignore it, superior......chuck, snob, kuck, so......! Kuck!]
Pooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Muron felt something cold and sharp going through his back.
It was a dagger. Sandra Zipple, who had just finished recovery.
"Oh, come on! How could you be so clingy? Muron O'Rabunny. To my lover, not anyone else!"
Sandra said, pulling out the dagger.
Muron was not shocked that Sandra stabbed him. Knowing that he would soon be out of breath, he kept his eyes fixed on Jean's back, not Sandra.
Please look at me.
Jean Looncandel, admit me. It's not difficult for you.….
I couldn't shout like that now that my voice didn't come out.
Muron was so, in the truth and humiliation of himself, greeting a second dime.
It wasn't until Jean confirmed that his breath had completely stopped that he looked back again.
Sandra was narrowing the middle of her forehead by wiping out the blood of her brother from the dagger.
"Sorry, Jean Looncandel. Isn't my brother kind of like that? By the way, I wanted to kill the bastard who interrupted our monumental first date, but what if he stole my share?”
"......you really seem crazy. Unlike your brother who just died."
"No matter how much we love each other, we have to keep what we have to do. Don't do this next time."
Sandra then shrugged her right arm, which had been cut off and felt empty.
"My right arm... ....”
She nodded for a moment, as if she had calculated something by herself.
"I think it's just right."
"What's appropriate?"
"It's still too early to take everything from me. Your right arm is neither too much nor too short. Because it's our first day of dating."
Screeching, creepy.
"I'll make good use of it. In a good place."
"Go ahead. By the way, when can we meet next time?"
"Well, I'd like it if it wasn't worth looking at.”
"You should meet them often."
There was no need to continue the meaningless conversation.
Ignoring her last words, Jean gave Rata and Fei an eye, and moved her steps toward Vigo.
The Prochi brothers and sisters immediately attached themselves to Jean for orders, and Vigo flinched and looked on the wits.
It was because I was worried that the youngest would say, "Did you forget that Murakan told you to go away right away?" and that he would scold me for standing here.
"Sir Rata, Faye. Please clean up after me to clean up, please. Make sure you shoot them all, leaving only about five witnesses each in Beacon and Kinselo."
"Okay, Lord."
"Yes!"
"And Brother Vigo."
"Uh, uh. The youngest."
"Can you lend me your hand just in case?"
Vigo breathed a sigh of relief into his heart. It was because Jean showed her request without cutting her dignity.
"......I will."
"Thank you. I'll see you in the Sword Garden when I get back."
said Jean, riding on Murakan's back.
Chapter end
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