Chapter 278 Chapter
88. Congratulatory delegation unexpected meeting (4)
“Oh…!”
Vin was startled and looked around.
However, even if you look closely, the source of the strange echoing voice was in your head.
[What are you doing, empty branches? Don’t take it away right away!]
The voice that urged me again was from the god of the blacksmith.
In Jin’s previous life, Bin first communicated with the original blacksmith god five years from now.
But since Jin found him, history was changing.
And that voice was not only heard by Vin Blanche.
‘Take Bradamante? no. Why can I hear the blacksmith’s god’s voice?’
In general, it was very difficult to hear the voice of God unless you were a contractor.
It is only possible when a prayer powerful enough to attract a god is accompanied or when a god directly descends through incarnation.
However, Jin had experienced something similar on Island 32 of the Blue Bird Islands.
‘Is it because Bradamante, like Sigmund and Gram, has a close relationship with the blacksmith god?’
While Jin was worried, Bin seemed to be at a loss for what to do in an unexpected situation.
He looked around a few times to confirm the source of the voice, and soon judged it to be an hallucination and thanked Jin.
“Thank you for that! Thanks to Nari, my life was saved. It looks like you came to save me, but if you tell me your name… Hehehe!”
Bin, who had been lowering his head, made a strange sound and took a step back.
“What is this!”
[Hit him! Vin Blanche With this sword! The aura he exudes is
very unpleasant. ]
Bin was frightened because a ‘sword’ was forming in his hand out of nowhere.
Black pieces of iron, unknown where they came from, swirled around the bin.
At the same time, a different color appeared in Jin’s eyes.
‘The metal is forming the sword…!?’
This, too, was a phenomenon that Jin had experienced once.
Leader of Kingelo.
In the old Otterium, he also made swords and doors with the same metal as Bin.
[I will lend you my authority, so subdue him and take Bradamante. The empty branches situation may be embarrassing, but you are actually my contractor. It’s been like that since I was born. I am the god of blacksmithing and your ancestor. If you follow my words now, I will raise you in earnest.]
The blacksmith god was completely unaware that Jin could hear his voice.
On the other hand, Bin was worried that Jin might be listening to this voice (Jin didn’t seem to react differently, so he couldn’t judge it quickly) and went crazy.
“lily! I would like to tell you in advance in case you misunderstand. I don’t even know what this voice is, and I’m just grateful for saving it, so why does a sword suddenly appear in my hand?
Wedge!
Bean lowered his sword.
It was not a threat, but a blow with the full intention of cutting the body in half, starting from the top of the head.
It was even wrapped around the blade.
Jin avoids the sword by stepping lightly.
[Blank What are you doing? I showed a demonstration to see if I was giving strength. Come on, attack him. I’ll keep helping you. Judging by his movements, he must be someone who uses a knife.]
Of course, the previous blow was not Bin’s will.
It’s just that the blacksmith’s god forced it to move.
“lily! Can you hear this voice? This is not what I did! Something is controlling my body!”
Bean shouted with a white face.
[That guy can’t hear my voice. Hear me out! I have to take away my empty work.]
“Get out of my body, you devil!”
Jin felt as if he was watching a ridiculous one-man play.
However, apart from being absurd, the words the blacksmith god spewed out were certainly full of interesting information.
‘The blacksmith’s god said that Bradamante was his own work and said that he was the ancestor of Vienna. As if he were Picon Minche himself.’
In addition, like Kingelo’s leader, he even has the ability to use iron.
It seemed that I should have a conversation with the blacksmith god.
“Bin Blanche.”
“lily! I’m sorry, a demon who went crazy at a moment like this.”
“I know that it was not your will that attacked me. It must have been the will of the demon who called himself the god of blacksmithing. They made a lot of noise to steal Bradamante.”
Bin nodded his head vigorously with tears in his eyes.
“you’re right!”
The blacksmith god, on the other hand, was startled and said:
[What you guys. Can you hear my voice?]
At the end of every word, this guy and that guy go ahead and even cut themselves in the first place. And to the benefactor who saved his contractor.
At this point, even if the other person was a god, there was no need to show respect.
“You hear very well, demon.”
[Huh, that’s a strange thing. I mean he heard my voice…but this little human. Who dares to call him a demon? I am Picon Minche, the great blacksmith god!]
The known blacksmith god was not Picon Minche, but ‘Groller’.
“The blacksmith’s god is Growler, not Picon Minche.”
[under! growler yes There was a time when such a guy was the god of blacksmithing. However, this Picon Minche’s blacksmithing was superior. Growler is dead. I don’t think you know such a huge story.]
“You’re talking nonsense.”
[Where did Bradamante come from? Give it up for now, then I’ll bury your rudeness until now and kill you painlessly.]
Around that time, Bean was consumed by Picon and completely lost his mind.
The pale whites shone weakly, and the hand holding the sword was full of life.
However, it was not an incarnation in perfect condition, as Peitel had borrowed Yulian’s body in the Blue Bird Islands.
Picon has yet to build enough ‘divine status’ to be able to do that level of strength, so it is only at the level of forcibly taking the contractor’s body.
Neither Jin nor, so to speak, Picon, the ‘newbie god’, knew this fact.
“Hey Picon Minche. You keep killing me, but can you take responsibility for that?”
[Heng! Did
n’t it sound like a compliment when I said that I was like a guy who uses swords?]
Jin let out a laugh.
‘As soon as I return to the family, I get into fights twice because of Bradamante.’
Instead of revealing that he was Runcandel, Jin pinned Bradamante to the ground. hooked!
“Take it if possible.”
[This guy!]
Metal gathered again at Picon, who rushed forward.
From the sword to the armor shield. The metal made new equipment in an instant, and Jin watched its ability closely.
‘I’ve never heard of a blacksmith god having this kind of power, but looking at it again, it’s too similar to Captain Kingelo’s ability.’
However, now I could see that there was a clear difference from the leader’s.
The authority of the leader was clearly one level higher.
Picon’s iron-made weapons were somewhat crude, but at the time, the leader’s sword and door felt a certain perfection.
‘Did Captain Kingelo absorb the power of Growler, who was originally a blacksmith god? Or maybe the leader absorbed the Growler like the demon stone.’
So, the blacksmith’s god became vacant, and the position was filled by Picon Minche to become a new god.
Suddenly, the thought that it could happen crossed my mind.
‘Anyway, Picon Minche’s combat power is not at a threatening level.’
Picon’s inaction was so mediocre that I couldn’t figure out what the hell he believed in and was so powerful.
baek!
Jin dodged the sword and shouted the regime.
Break…!
The shield was shattered in a single blow, and the Picon was destroyed.
Only then did he realize that he had made a mistake.
It wasn’t because the shield was shattered by Jin’s light fist.
It wasn’t enough to break the shield, and it wasn’t because it seemed like it would break the armor and fly away one more time.
‘aura…!?’
The black aura wrapped around Jin’s fist.
In Picon’s perception, having an aura meant that he had the right to possess Bradamante.
[for a moment! There was a car mistake! You belong to Solderlet…!]
As soon as he heard Solderlet’s name, Jin was taken aback, but decided to pretend he hadn’t heard.
I felt like I had to stretch out my fist and hit one.
Quick!
Picon, who was hit right in the jaw, rolled back and forth four times.
“what?”
At Jin’s question, Picon jumped up and screamed.
[Damn it! Why didn’t you tell me from the beginning that you’re a solderlet contractor!]
“Did you give me a chance to tell you? And what does it matter?”
[Even if they didn’t give it to you, you should have revealed it on your own!]
He was screaming, but Picon’s tone was strangely welcome, unlike before.
And Jin was able to intuit that the initiative had completely passed to him just by showing his aura.
“Stop talking nonsense and apologize now. Then let’s just ignore the rudeness we just had.”
Picon’s brow wrinkled.
But there was nothing to say.
[Sorry. At first, I only felt some strange energy from you, so I didn’t think you were a solderlet contractor.]
“Oh, surprisingly. I thought you would swear at me again, foaming at the mouth. By the way, is it a strange energy?”
Picon pointed to Sigmund, who was caught on Jean’s waist.
[Looking at it now, it seems I was mistaken because of that strange sword full of poison. I don’t know much about it, but it seems to have been the sword that cut down many gods and sealed the godhead… So I don’t know if that’s why the feeling of extreme displeasure soared as soon as I saw you.] What
Picon felt when he first saw Jin was ‘instinct as a god’.
As Picon became a god relatively recently, he did not know about the battle between the Myungwang family and the gods 50,000 years ago.
Even so, I felt an indescribable displeasure at the energy of Sigmund, the new killing sword and the new sword.
In the meantime, he only thought that Jin had even Bradamante, so he had to retrieve it somehow.
A moment of silence passed.
[What’s your name? First of all, he must be a descendant of Runcandel Temar.]
“This is Jin Runkandel.”
[I like Runcandel. A thousand years ago, Solderlet sealed me as a god and said.]
As Jin reasoned, the blacksmith’s god became vacant. Also, how miraculous was Picon Minche’s blacksmithing.
It was impossible for Picon, who was only a mere human, to gain divine status. Solderlet used her power and stature to turn him into a god.
[Among those who made a pact with the shadows, those who brought Bradamante or Barisada were asked to tell the land where Temar was first buried. In addition, he told me to forge his sword once again.]
