The Youngest Son of a Master Swordsman

"Hooh, you had more customers.”

a squeaky Andrei

Quikantel got goose bumps at the laugh. Then he dodged back, following Murakan's cry.

It was because I felt that there was an indescribable force flowing from the unidentified stone that Andrei took out.

And Quikantel's intuition was not wrong.

Keeeeeeeeeeeeee!

An eardrum-like screeching roar.

The next moment, it was the sound of something long sticking out of the stone.

'Face......!'

The black thing that popped out of the stone that Murakan said was the "source stone" had a figure similar to a huge face.

However, the spot where the pupils were supposed to be was empty and the face was crushed, so the exact appearance could not be measured.

As soon as his face appeared, he tried to bite the quikantel by pulling out his long neck.

He swallowed the air by a hair's breadth. If he had ignored Murakhan's voice, Quikantel would have died.

"You wanted to use it as an experiment, but... That's a shame. Now that you've seen this face, you'd better not expect any rest."

Andrey turns to Murakhan.

"The Black Dragon. There are only two Black Dragon left in the world. And since you're not feminine, you must be Murakhan of Looncandel. You're awake, aren't you? Then the boy next to you."

Jean was covering her face with Muleta's run, but Andrei was sure.

"It's probably the contractor of the solderlet, and... It's clear, Jean Looncandel. You're the only one who can be here at this time. Am I wrong?”

Andrei's two eyes were instantly stained with desire.

I've come here with the idea of taking Olta's contractor.

It was greed that originated from the mind that it could catch a bigger fish beyond comparison.

Jean stared at Andrei without answering. Quikantel also remained on alert, and the battle was temporarily lull.

In the meantime, Murakhan could not take his eyes off the stone that was held in Andrei's hand, and the "face" that came out of it.

'It's like a root stone, but a little different. He can't have the source stone because the gods destroyed it themselves in the first place.’

An imitation. But how?

Such questions continued to erode Murakan's thinking.

The "source stone" was a kind of safety device built with all the divine power.

A safeguard to prevent one day when the gods are attacked by creatures, or when the gods attack each other, and the world can collapse.

However, the root stone has become a much more dangerous object than the gods expected, until it is discarded when human history is on track for full-fledged growth.

It was the result of the gods' judgment that the whole world could be destroyed because of the power of the root stone.

"Last time I saw a graveyard giant, and this time I even saw a replica of the root stone. What the hell is going on in the world?’

even though it is only The stone that Andrey was holding had obviously terrible power.

As if to prove it, let's approach Buretta, whose face is already dead, and whisper something.

Black smoke rose from the affected part of Buretta, and the wound began to heal quickly. It was never a normal regeneration.

Instead of greenish flesh and scales, dark and grotesque skin was rising, just like the root stone.

"I shouldn't have spared this strength. I'm sorry I hurt you. My old friend, Burettta."

It took less than 10 seconds for the vain bones to be hidden in the newly sprouted flesh and scales.

a slow-moving buretta Although the ground he stepped on still had blood, green flesh, and scales left, Buretta, which had been regenerated, seemed to be all right. Except one side of the neck has turned black.

Jin's party is bound to be surprised.

Even Quikantel, who had just appeared like the incarnation of bravery, stepped back in dismay, and Murakan clenched his teeth.

The dragon, which had just died, revived before his eyes.

Even if the healing god descended, the impossible happened before his eyes.

[I'm gonna have to be a little nervous this time, kid.]

[Murakan! I'll call the dragons of Beaumont. Buy time till then.]

"Oh, I can't let that happen."

Fit!

Ilsoon Andrey disappeared. Reemerging, he was behind Quikantel, and his face splashed from the source stone in his hand was open-mouthed.

Kajit!

Quikantel's left foot brushed against the tooth.

It just grazed me.

But Quikantel was struggling with a shrieking cry. She showed no signs of distress during such a fierce physical fight with Buretta.

Smoke bloomed as if it had caught fire from a grazed wound, and Quikantel, who opened the street again, was struggling with his legs.

"Good screams, Eun-ryong. I'm afraid I won't be able to appreciate it that long."

And the moment Murakhan was about to run out.

[Do you think things will change if you step forward, Murakhan?]

[Stick aside, Buretta.]

[Bickie?] [Murakan the King is doing all the favors] Haha, there are so many people who will be jealous if they know you're awake. I feel the same way as Andrei. Too bad I can't let my fellow countrymen know.]

From the two wings of Murakan, the spirit began to stretch out.

[Once every dragon was afraid of its power. But you still think so? You're weak. And the contractor's still blood!]

Argh!

As soon as he finished speaking, Buretta spouted Bres.

boundless compressed breath of wind

In front of him, the spirit of Murakan was lifted off in vain. Even Buretta's Bres has become stronger than before. It was thanks to the power of the imitation of the root stone.

Buretta was a jubilant look at the scene, but she was intoxicated with the feeling that she was overwhelming the existence she had never dared to look at in the past.

[This Buretta will be recorded as the one who killed you!]]

[You're playing, crazy bastard.]

It has become incomparably weaker than it was in its heyday.

Murakhan was once at the apex of all flying beings, not to the point where Bres could give him a chance to win.

Fluttering....!

Murakan's body, which had endured Bres, was dispersed by black smoke. Then Murakan approached Buretta and reappeared as he acted.

[Yes, it'll be too easy, but it'll be dejected!]

Immediately there was a battle between the two sides. A shallow earthquake spread throughout the island every time two dragons as big as the fortress came together.

Every time the spirit and wind mingled, the space was distorted, and Jean was concentrating on the fight between Andrey and Quikantel behind it.

the flow of a fight

I had to read it coolly.

'It's suicide to get in the fight between Murakan and Buretta for my own good. It's hard even to approach because of the shock wave. On the other hand, Andrei...….’

There was a crack in the hole.

After Andrey took out the source stone, Quikantel was just running away. That's exactly what allowed Jean to break in.

Moreover, the core of this battle was Andrey, not Buretta. It's also meaningful to kill Buretta if you catch Andrey first.

'Andrey hasn't been using proper magic since he took out that stone. Maybe it's because it's an artifact that consumes a lot of mana in its own.’

Rather, it would be inaccessible if the nine-star magic was on the run.

But Andrei is focused on the stone. All he was doing was using short teleportation magic to catch up with Quikantel.

'Instead of the stone's ability, the overall physical ability has greatly increased. At least a seven-star knight. I don't think we'll have many chances.’

Get close to him, take your breath away.

Or at least cut off the right hand holding the stone.

The best result is to take Andrei hostage after dropping the stone.

Jean, who had come to that conclusion, slowly began to shift her steps. Fortunately, Buretta seemed distracted by Murakan and didn't notice Jin's move.

It's possible because Murakhan is desperately blocking Buretta.

'I need to go back and show my face to Kashmir. I don't know if this works for Andrei, but...…!’

As soon as I passed by the buretta, I picked up speed and ran straight towards the Quicantel. By that time Quicantel and Jin were in front, and Andrey was in the back of Jean.

As he approached three steps forward, Andrey, who jerked around, was smiling at Jean.

Of course, he expected this.

Jin, too, did not expect to be able to cut Andrei from behind in the first place.

"You're here, Jean Loon...... Ugh!"

Paaaaah!

Instead of wielding a sword, Jean spread her left hand wide in the face of Andrey. The left hand with one magic that was finished in advance.

Though everyone thinks it's completely lost, the ancient light magic that only one person inherited not long ago.

Scintillation. Just before arriving at Tikan, the visionary season of Tseng Mei, a cannabis master, cooked in a ship.

It's working!

Andrei leaned down, covering his eyes reflexively. And at the moment of retreat, Jin drew Bradamante and swung him diagonally.

Squirt!

A clear sense of cutting something on the blade was passed on. The face of the stone aimed at Qin, as he was about to stab him again.

But his face seems to be influenced by Andrei's vision, just moving his long neck recklessly and clapping his muzzle.

Jean lowered her body as if in a fit of laughter, and swung the sword in a strange posture. To cut Andrei's two legs.

"Crazy Arcade!"

Squeak...!

The Andrey, whose two ankles were cut off, collapsed and fell backwards.

If it were an ordinary enemy, it would have been an end, but there was no time to climb up and stab a sword in the chest or neck.

Quikantel was already at its limit, and even though Jean had bought him some time, he was not able to further distance himself from Andrey. He just sits there and breathes hard.

"I'll praise this surprise. But you and your god will be the most important ingredients of the drinking stone, Jean Looncandel...…!”

Andrey's eyes were attacked by a flashlight, and her legs were cut off and collapsed.

Using the face of "Ma Shin-seok," he was calmly defending himself. It also led to the regeneration of the truncated ankle, as Buretta did.

Furthermore, now Buretta was approaching Jean with Murakhan removed. The Murakan has not already been defeated, but has flown alone because the "windless zone" is still valid.

[Little! Up!]

Qua'ang!

Buretta crushed the camp and landed rough. Fortunately, Jin was able to escape by throwing himself, but it was impossible to avoid the faces of the straight-line Bres and the drinking-stone.

Death is at hand.

And Jean, with her hands on the nape of her neck, was thinking of a person'

The strongest knight, noble white whale, recognized by all since the introduction.

Luna Looncandel.

My sister's name.

Stubborn!

When I clenched my fist hard, the organ of orgal, which has never been taken off my body in the past six years, was broken.

At the same time, there was a volcanic mana, and the portal opened.

"It looks like something bad happened to you, huh? Our youngest."

The policeman showed up.