Swordmaster’s Youngest Son Chapter 389

Chapter 389 Chapter

117. Who is the real Runcandel

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The strongest beings on earth who challenged the gods as losers of the world 50,000 years ago. In the midst of the sad blue brain that resembled their souls, Jin looked into the eyes of the Runcandels that were fixed on him.

Fear in the eyes of those who were being protected, bewilderment in the eyes of those who were being protected. They all gritted their teeth.

Who would have expected that the person sitting at the bottom of the family’s 12th Horseman would show such innocence against the entire Runkandel? And that too after the fire has already passed.

[And I will issue an order to the members of the lower jockey family.]

A voice full of resonance, as if dozens of kings were speaking at once. The members of the family sensed a sort of awe in that voice.

It was because they had never met the Myeongwang family’s commitment, but they instinctively felt that her aura was pouring from Jin.

[Do your best to protect them so that not even one Guardian Knight is killed by my sword.]

Pazuzu-!

The brain energy that covered Jin’s body swirled and blue sparks flew. The pale light of Sigmund, the divine sword of the great kings, stood out in his grip, which was stained with brain energy even to his fingernails.

Paleness, as if death had a color.

Even the heat of the flames hadn’t gone away yet, and the brain power of the king’s reigning sword was added.

With the air hot enough to melt rocks and press heavily on the lungs, the runkandels had to be enveloped in a strangely cool feeling as if they were touching an old corpse.

“Everyone avoid it…!”

As soon as the sword began to trace, Runtia was the first to scream out loud.

I was careless.

The youngest, who thought she could kill her whenever she wanted to, has become a monster far beyond her expectations.

I should have realized that sooner. I should have known earlier that I would risk my life.

What I see with my eyes wide open is the sword of the maknae rushing in with brain power.

The speed of thunder and the power contained in that blow was never lacking compared to any swords Runtia had ever experienced.

My body couldn’t react right away. The cause of the trouble was raising his voice because he was momentarily concerned about the safety of the knights behind him.

Chuhaaaaa…!

Red blood splattered from the center of Runtia’s chest. If I had taken one less step back, my body would have split in half instead of ending there.

“Ouch!”

Fortunately, there was no organ damage.

However, Runtia’s focus was once again shaken by an injury that could not be said to be minor.

Before she could straighten her posture, Sigmund’s brainstorm hit Runtia.

I felt terrible pain as if my whole body was on fire.

A rigid body that surpasses even Luna.

How much pain did I have to endure to build this body.

After Luna announced that she would give up her household, Runtia had many people’s expectations as a few alternatives for a short time.

The reason why Luna is strangely difficult for Runtia and is weak to her. Luna had watched from the sidelines as Runtia “killed” herself in order to have such a strong body.

It was a rigid body obtained in this way.

A strong body obtained while going down the unfortunate answer that not thinking or acting in life is only boredom and pain without any small pleasure.

The rigid body was breaking.

The flesh is torn, the bones are cut, and the blood is bursting. I gasped at the excruciating pain that pierced the wound.

‘Damn it…!’

Runtia gnashing her teeth and screaming.

Even finding the exact location was not easy because the brain covered the space like a thick fog. A sharp thunderbolt piercing my eyes, and the feeling of anxiety that I would lose the light forever every moment was overtaking me.

However, what rang in Runtia’s head at that moment was not the desire to get out of here and not get hurt, or to survive.

‘The knights will die at this rate.’

There are mothers and riders, chiefs of the council of elders, and executive knights. No matter how much power Jin showed, it was absurd to surpass them all.

However, ‘fighting’ and ‘defending’ are clearly different areas.

Can other strong men protect all the knights who are on the verge of death in this storm of brain power?

I couldn’t be sure. Above all, there was no one to protect the knights who jumped in to stop the flames of the fire.

Because their master, himself, is fighting Jin.

More than anything.

‘My mother is not the one to protect the knights.’

Runtia biting her teeth. Rosa was still sitting in the head seat, not taking any action.

It wasn’t because she hated Rosa that she was so sure. It was

just the recognition that Rosa Runkandel’s mother…

was someone who wouldn’t dare save the Guardian Knights who would be swept away like sorghum by the ‘Twelve Horsemen’s Sword’.

They think it’s useless to stay in Runkandel.

Or, using this as an opportunity, he tried to leave only stronger knights in the Garden of Swords. The Rosa that Runtia recognized was such a person.

The same was true of Rosa as perceived by others.

She was a great person who could do that.

Just like when the flames unfolded, no screams were heard. However, everyone knew, including Runtia.

How painfully the Guardian Knights were screaming in agony.

The light of a new Auror dwelled in Charles.

She decided how to end this fight.

“Since you, the youngest, showed me a glorious sword… I must return a sword worthy of it.”

What dwelled in her eyes, which had been filled with murderous intent and shock, was a new will.

A long-forgotten responsibility as a jockey.

When Runcandel’s Third Secret

Technique Golden Ring,

Runtia stretched out Charles forward, a single egg-sized circle appeared in the air filled with brain energy. The circle was emitting an alien light alone, as if no invasion was allowed.

Tung-!

Sigmund, who had been thrown into the circle by Jin, bounced off.

It was unexpected that Sigmund, strengthened by the king’s reigning sword, bounced like this. Besides, the annular circle was getting bigger and bigger, expanding its area.

Strangely, Jin didn’t feel threatened by the annular circle, although it had enough power to deflect Sigmund.

‘A decisive battle? Or is it raining? Either way, it’s a sword with a strange sense of separation.’

A sword with no intent to kill.

It wasn’t long before Jin realized that the sword’s purpose was not to kill.

As expected, the third secret weapon, the Golden Ring, was a sword to protect the only other person in Runkandel. The hard sword that draws a circle serves as a kind of shield.

concluded without difficulty.

‘It’s enough to break it.’

In the heart of the heart, the brain and the blood of the fighting were gushing out. If it didn’t collapse in one blow, it would have been enough to swing it again with deeper and more powerful power.

I didn’t intend to finish it in moderation today because it was too much for my body.

There was no intention of using only enough power to not kill the opponent. It is to see the end in any form.

It is a sword that has withstood even the greatsword of the teenage knight Silderray.

No matter how strong Runtia’s golden ring was, it couldn’t stop the king’s reigning sword.

Pajijit jjwoong-!

When Sigmund flashed again, the same result came out this time. The blade bounced off the ring of the annular ring that became larger.

However, Jin saw clearly in the shimmering aura and brain energy. The sight of Runtia, who blocked the second sword attack, spitting out handfuls of blood.

He was seriously injured before the golden ring ceremony.

It was unclear whether it would be able to block the dog of Myeongwang’s reigning sword even if it was unfolded while the body was intact.

It was only natural that Runtia felt burdened since she had been unloaded with a serious injury.

she risked her life

However, the meaning was different from the resolution he made when dealing with Jin for the first time. It was not to kill Jin, but to protect his knights from him.

A roaring sound from the clash of swords and rings.

Between them, not a single word of conversation could be exchanged, but Jin could understand her attitude.

It was because I had seen the faces of those who tried to save people many times.

‘You’re not someone to take lightly, my second sister.’

Rather, it was reassuring.

If she puts all her strength into stopping the King’s reigning sword, there won’t be any innocent Guardian Knights dying.

one though.

I have no intention of burying mercy at the tip of my sword.

Jin was swinging Sigmund with the mind that he didn’t care if Runtia died.

It is a place where everyone in the family is watching.

If you show a clumsy appearance, the declaration will surely lose its meaning.

‘If I survive, I will admit it as a worthy competitor, sister

‘

Huge fangs seemed to tear apart their prey. Runtia’s bleeding intensified due to the sword strike that fell ceaselessly over the ring.

Sigmund, on the other hand, was getting more and more bitter. The brain energy that followed Sigmund poured over the annular ring like a rushing rain.

Charles’ sword body supporting the ring was trembling. Since she alone has been enduring more than 50% of the power of the Myeongwang Reign Sword for over 30 years, the limit is approaching.

Suddenly, the shape of the cerebral palate that struck the ring changed.

Condemned the 3 swords of the fighting spirit.

The awl of condemnation imbued with the power of the Myeongwang reign sword had an overwhelming energy even in the midst of brain energy that encroached on all sides.

Five awls pushed in at the same time, eventually breaking the annular ring. Runtia did not let go of Charles until the end.

The king’s reigning sword and the brainstorm of condemnation had already swept past her and were flying towards the knights holding out outside.

Just as he was about to unleash his brain energy once more, Jin saw Runtia’s figure stopped in the same position as the golden ring.

unconscious or dead. I didn’t need to check either way.

Jin walks briskly.

Jin’s gaze was directed toward Rosa, who was sitting in the seat of honor like a family head. Now it was his turn to break the headstone.

The moment you try to vent your brain energy one more time.

Suddenly,

something hard and sharp lightly stabbed Jin in the back.

It was Charle, the sword of Runtia.

Even so, Jin did not turn around and check the appearance of his second sister. She knew that holding Charles on her back was the last strength she had left.

Jin thought that what touched his back was not Charles, but the will holding it.

It is a willingness to respect as a brother as a military man.

dump…!

As soon as Runtia collapsed, Jin and Rosa’s eyes met.

[Could you continue to sit like that?]