Swordmaster’s Youngest Son Chapter 1082

Chapter 1082
Episode 254 Selves of the Sun God (6)

Shake it off!

Colleagues gathered near the fallen Dante. The solar energy that flowed from Focal’s hand gently embraced Dante like an arm and lifted him up.

Even at that moment, Dante had not let go of Rashid, the sword he had inherited from Ron.

[It’s a miracle. This is what this child has endured until now.]

Focal said, looking at Dante.

[When I first created this place, I first realized what a miracle was. The creatures under the sea arose by chance when I created the sea, as did the creatures living in the sky and the creatures living on the land. I only created this world, but I did not set all its laws and order by myself.]

Dante was full of wounds so deep that his bones and internal organs were visible, but after receiving Focal’s touch, Dante’s breathing was quickly stabilizing.

[Causes and coincidences that even I cannot explain pile up… and we finally reach inevitability. Whether the result is beautiful or not. This child was destined not to die here today.]

Soon Pokal raised his head.

It was to stare at foolish brothers and mortals. The tower of stories, so huge that it could not be compared to her body, was floating as if it was weighing down the sky, and Kragos seemed tense, losing his relaxed momentum the whole time.

[One, is such a miracle really allowed for you? Jeep, you… are ruining the world. I want a world where even a pebble or a snowflake can be decided solely according to your will. That can’t be called a miracle. It can’t even be called a completed world. It’s just endless darkness. Darkness where all possibilities are closed….]

Slosh, slosh, chuaaaa…!

As Fokal’s eyes shone, the golden sea that formed in the area trembled.

Every drop of the water that makes up the ocean is made up of humans, life, and what they have created. The beings full of miracles that Fokal loves were trampled and changed by a misaligned power.

That fact was making Focal angry. All life and objects on the battlefield were distorted in response to the anger.

Only Jin and his colleagues were able to exhale comfortably. Beyond that, they also felt their whole body becoming lighter, as if they had been wrapped in the wind. The power of Fokal resides here.

The pain and guilt of his friend’s death have disappeared, the hand holding the sword is infinitely firm, and the gaze at the enemy is terrifyingly grim.

“You chose the right grave, Keliak Ziffle. Today you will definitely die in this place. And Kragos… you too, give up thinking that things will end well.”

Hwareuk…!

A bluish tint appeared on Bradamante’s blade. When the magic sword, Bigi, and the Phoenix Tess broke through the summoning door and appeared, the members of Ziple could not help but recall the nightmare of the last battle.

It is no surprise that Jin was certain of the death of his enemies, especially Keliak.

Because he couldn’t run away. The Tower of Story has been attempting space leaps and reality manipulation ever since Fokal appeared, but the Demon Stone was unable to handle the solar energy spreading everywhere.

Nothing was calculated. Even the creation of troops was not accomplished. The solar energy of Fokal, Kragos, and Malugia was strongly reducing the function of the Demon Stone.

“Whoa….”

Nod!

In the center of the Tower of Stories, Keliac gritted his teeth in anger. Between clenched teeth and lips, futility mixed with anger was leaking out like a sigh.

-[That is the punishment for not being able to spare words. From now on, I will go looking for Kragos, my alter ego. After waking him up, I will go back to sleep.]

-After waking up Kragos, what should I do?

-[Do whatever you want. Because I chose you.]

-That’s an answer I really like…

-[You just have to keep one thing in mind. In the end, the only thing waiting for you at the end is the end. Eventually, everyone will die and disappear, leaving no trace. Even a speck of dust blowing in the wind.]

I remembered the conversation I had with Malugia just recently.

“Is this what you meant by telling me to do whatever I want?…”

I was deceived.

I felt like I had been tricked by Malugia. She spoke as if she would help Keliak dance the sword dance until the end, but it was nothing.

“Dude Keliac, are things that bad? “Wouldn’t Malugia show up and help?”

“He must have foreseen this whole situation. So, he must be deliberately excluding his power from the Demon God Stone.”

“ha? For what? “You spoke as if you were trying to treat us like servants you could use in the future!?”

Keliak was lost in thought for a few seconds as he caressed the scar that Malugia had left on his neck.

I was able to quickly reach a conclusion.

-[First of all, it is necessary to close the numerous worlds that have differentiated from you. All of the leftovers that were created when you manipulated history a thousand years ago.]

‘No matter what you planned to do with me using Zipple, or what method you plan to use… Malugia has only one wish. He wants to use me as a consumable to close another dimension.’

It felt like the scar was strangling my throat.

From the moment the scar appeared, Keliak’s life was in fact completely owned by Malugia. Now Malugia is simply exercising his right to use that life as its owner.

“Damn, but that Kragos guy will help us, right? It seems like they’re enemies over there anyway, so… it’s still difficult. difficult.”

There is no hole in sight to survive.

Even the foolish Ragal had an intuition of that fact. If the Demon God Stone was not working properly, the current power difference between the Bamul Alliance and Ziffle was not at a level that could even be compared.

The tower of the story, which prides itself on being the strongest in the sky, is nothing more than a giant flying structure if it is not a demon stone, and the wizards aboard it cannot be a variable at this point. The Ghost Army, the Ghost Army, and the Demon Army have all recorded defeats to the Bamul Alliance several times since ancient times.

Even when comparing spear-level combat abilities, there is only Keliac in Zipple. It was impossible for him to face the angry soldiers of the coalition alone.

Even now, it is not possible to make threats under the pretext of mass genocide like Jeep has been doing. The countless people they will take hostage have already turned into golden water and are flowing throughout the empire.

“…It’s time to start struggling, Ragal.”

Like waves rolling in, Jin’s fire continued to get closer and closer beyond the central bridge. Every time I blinked, it was getting closer, like a nightmare.

Soon the fire will burn down the Tower of Stories and envelop Keliak. Then, both body and soul will be burned.

“Ugh, that’s all there is.”

“Even if it ends, it cannot end in vain like this. I have no choice but to do whatever I can. Ragal, you must first destroy Elona Ziffle’s body.”

Since capturing Elona, Ragal has been injecting poison into her body every day under Keliac’s orders.

At that time, information such as the self of the sun god or the truth of the multiple worlds was unknown, so it was a preparation in case Elona went on a rampage in the future.

But now, the intention is to ruin Malugia so that he cannot use that body. It seems unlikely that Ragal’s poison would work against the overwhelming power of the sun god, but now was not the time to worry about such things.

Because it was the last time anyway. Unless the miracle that Jin always followed occurred, not a single member of Jeeple would be able to return from this place alive.

“okay.”

“Jifle’s people, listen up. Due to an unexpected intrusion, we must now begin the final fight. Bite your enemies. Even if we die, our enemies will not be able to advance any further.”

Tsuhaaagh-! Cracked!

The moment Keliak finished speaking, the front of the bridge collapsed and blue flames poured into the center of the Story Tower.

That moment seemed like a slow motion picture to Keliak.

It’s unknown when, how, or by what reason it became so huge… The youngest of Runkandel, those deep, ferocious eyes were trying to devour him.

“Keliac, you look like the head of a great power that is finally coming to an end. Yes, you probably felt it. “Finally, today is the end.”

Keliak didn’t answer, but raised his staff to block his sword. The moment the sword and staff collided, part of the central part separated along with the demon stone.

Jin was not impatient as he watched the Demon Stone fall from the tower and move away in an instant. There was nowhere for them to run anyway, and there were comrades outside.

“What if it’s the end? The end has come anyway. Since you have not yet faced the true nature of Malugia… you can be intoxicated by this small sense of victory.”

Jin already knew that the Demon Stone was not functioning properly. The close combat began, and Jin pushed Keliac away without once taking a step back.

The space explosion and Zipple’s anti-magic magic that he boasted of could not threaten Jin. It wasn’t because it wasn’t the same Changseong, but because Jin knew it all too well.

“Stop trying to hide your inner misery, Keliak. Just as I know your strength well, you also know me well. I am a person who does not disappear. No matter what you guys do or what those more powerful than you are planning, I will always be the one fighting in the same place.”

Feeling the blade grazing his throat, Keliak pondered what Jin had just said. It was something that could not be denied.

As the two people’s weapons clashed and a loud noise spread, an intense explosion continued outside.

[Sogaju. The Golden Fleet has just arrived.]

The Golden Fleet waiting at Tikan has arrived. Now that Dante’s safety has been secured, there is no reason left for the Coalition to be dragged around.

The angry golden ships were already surrounding the battlefield. There was no hole through which the tower of stories could escape.

“Flagship Sara Sword, open, entire fleet, annihilate the enemy. “Today on this earth, Jeep and the tower of stories will disappear.”