Swordmaster’s Youngest Son Chapter 473

Chapter 473,

Chapter 132. Massacre and strange… (7)

Midor collapsed forward. Now, the only people left on Zipline were Muron, Sandra, and seven elders.

“The Magic Tower Lord…!”

“Sir Midor!”

the elders shouted.

But there was nothing they could do otherwise.

Now there are no hidden secret weapons or reliable means left.

there was no back Even if you fight against it, even if you don’t fight, only the future of death remains.

If so, it would be right to fight and die fiercely, but the elders could not take their feet at all.

Even just looking at Jin, whose eyes were shining through the black helmet, made his whole body feel oppressed by fear.

It just wasn’t in the mood. In fact, the elders were struggling to endure the energy emitted by Jin.

‘Muron Zipple.’

Jin turned his gaze to Muron.

Only then did Muron seem to have regained his senses. I stopped muttering meaninglessly out of fear and my eyes focused.

‘I didn’t expect to see your disgusting tops again.’

Jin thought so and controlled his anger. My teeth gnashed when I remembered the evil things Muron had done in Colon, but that was something I should never show him.

The daily life of the red people whose vocal chords were severed by Muron was still full of silence. The dead families still haven’t returned.

Kick….

Muron shook his head as he touched his forehead.

[This is such an embarrassing look. You’ve been beaten and stiffened like a frightened dog, right?]

The image that had been crying in fear until just now was nowhere to be found, and Muron’s eyes were drenched in madness before he knew it.

[I didn’t know you’d become such a great soldier, Jean Runcandel. At that time, even if all of you attacked me, you couldn’t deal with me.]

Jin didn’t answer and was approaching Muron step by step. It reminds me of one thing Muron said in the past.

-You think I’m crazy? But Jean Runkandel, you’re also hidden behind the helmet, so I can’t see you… but you seem to be putting on a pretty face. you are the same kind as me likes to fight

The words Muron uttered during the battle in Colon.

‘The reason I said that was probably because you were in a position where you could look down on me and acknowledge me.’

From then on, Jin already had insight into a human named Muron Ziple.

He is a pure-blooded jiple, but lives intoxicated with alcohol every day, and is called a ‘madman of the magic tower’, but is demoted and expresses himself through truly heinous acts.

All of those actions stemmed from ‘inferiority’.

Disappointment at not being able to become the family head of Zipple. Contempt and jealousy at his better brothers. Bitter conviction that he cannot live up to his prestige as a real man.

If I can’t raise my prestige, I want to shine with notoriety.

That was the greatest desire of a human named Muron. It was the only way to hide inferiority from others and express it from oneself.

A monster of need for recognition.

There was no word more suitable to describe Muron Ziple in one word. That’s why Muron always wanted his name to be talked about by people, and whenever he had the opportunity, he wanted to ‘recognize’ others.

If you acknowledge others, it becomes your own virtue.

The better and better the opponent, the stronger the tendency. Because I felt the most amazing and thrilling self when I recognized a shining human being.

It was in the same context that he acknowledged Midor, who was ignored by everyone, and earned his blind trust from a young age, and told Jin that you are of the same type as me.

[Now, are you going to kill me? or torture? Cooking it alive and feeding it to the red bugs you saved would be a good punishment. Do whatever you want, because you’re the winner this time too…]

All of that couldn’t be a punishment for Muron.

No matter how brutally you kill him, no matter how painfully you torture him, Muron will eventually win his own victory.

You would think that you had finally mastered Jin’s mind. You will believe that Jin has controlled you to hate you.

Knowing that fact so well, he deliberately did not say a single word to Muron, who had returned to his senses.

[Did you say Attica? 우리 쇼를 망쳤던 그 쥐새끼 같은 계집은 살아 있나? If it weren’t for that, the situation would have been a little richer…]

Muron stopped talking.

His eyes, which had just regained focus, began to vibrate rapidly. The reason was no different.

because it just passed by.

Jin himself.

[…Where are you going, Gene Runkandel?]

Anyway, now Ziple has lost the value of death.

As long as there was a means of resurrection, death could not make Ziffle afraid in most situations.

This was especially the case with murons.

So Jin chose the most effective punishment for him.

Pride.

To strip away the lies that have been adorning oneself with layers of clumsiness.

[Where are you going? Answer me!]

I couldn’t stop laughing after passing Muron about 10 paces.

Naturally, Muron didn’t hear the sound and started screaming like a madman.

[Stop, stop, stop!]

Chee-ying!

Blue flames formed in Muron’s eyes.

Ziple’s secret magic blue and white mystic eye, which was also used in Colon.

It was a magic that couldn’t stop Jin even when he was a reserve jockey. It was instantly extinguished by Tess’ true blue flame.

And even then, Muron thought this while watching Jin summon Tess. Is that bloody lump of blood chosen by Tess to become a wizard who will dominate the era? The greatest wizard that even this Muron does not dare to dream of!

As the memory of that time came to mind, it felt like something exploded in my head. I wanted to die right away from the shame and inferiority that pierced my backbone.

Chii profit…!

Following Muron’s gaze, the blue and white demonic eyes on Jin’s back sparked blue flames.

However, the flames in the demon’s eye could not leave even the smallest trace of soot on the spiritual armor and continued to extinguish without power.

Reiki armor is a part of the strengthened Bradamante, and contains a part of the Bradamante en Tess.

Therefore, even Muron’s Mystic Eye could not do any damage to Jin. Despite the fact that it is the best season he can use, except for dark magic.

[Burn and die, or else kill me…! Stop!]

The bare face of inferiority complex is so ugly.

Most of those who were looking at Muron at this situation were too embarrassed to open their eyes. Everyone was suffering from the ugliness of Muron even in the midst of the chaos that had just gone on.

Some even felt sorrow and sympathy beyond shame. I was tongue-tied at the terrible shabbiness.

Push sit shhh…!

In the end, the magic eye of blue and white that Muron opened did not leave any traces on Jin’s spiritual armor. Even though I poured it until I ran out of mana and started to regurgitate.

Muron, who was sprawling and breathing heavily, was shedding bloody tears with all the blood vessels in her eyes bursting.

What I saw in my reddened eyes was no different.

A black dragon displaying its majesty.

And the members of the imperial family who feared and respected Murakan, the few remaining elders of Ziple, the prisoners of Kingelo, and the knights of Runcandel were visible.

I saw the steely back of the man who had just passed me standing in the middle.

That came to Muron like a symbol. It seems that all the four powers are looking up to Jin…

‘You bastard… have already seized the era…!’

Kahak!

Suddenly, Muron coughed up blood and bent his back. The reverse flow of mana had begun.

Creepy clots of blood were gushing out of his throat incessantly.

[Kak na me… look back at me… I mean. Heh heh Don’t ignore it Superior… Pretend to be noble Pretend like that…! Cuckoo!]

Puff!

Muron felt something cold and sharp pierce his back.

It was a dagger. Sandra Ziple, who had just finished her recovery, shouted.

“Oh really! How can you be so soggy? My brother Muron. Not to anyone else, but to my lover!”

Sandra said as she drew out her dagger.

Muron wasn’t shocked that Sandra had stabbed him. Even though he knew his breath would stop soon, he kept his eyes fixed on Jin’s back, not Sandra’s.

please look at me

Gene Runkandel, acknowledge me. That’s not difficult for you….

Now I couldn’t shout like that because my voice didn’t come out.

Muron was facing his second death in the truth and humiliation about himself.

Jin looked back after confirming that he had completely stopped breathing.

Sandra narrowed her brows as she swiped her brother’s blood from her dagger.

“I’m sorry, Gene Runcandel. Isn’t my older brother like that? By the way, I wanted to kill the bastard who interrupted our monumental first date with my own hands, but what if my share is stolen?”

“…You seem really crazy. Unlike your brother who just died.”

“No matter how much we love each other, we have to protect what we protect. Next time, don’t do this.”

Looking at Sandra’s severed right arm, she shrugged.

“Right arm…”

She nodded as if she had calculated something to herself for a moment.

“I think it’s just right.”

“What is appropriate?”

“It’s still too early to take all of me. The right arm is neither too much nor too little. We are on our first day of dating.”

I got goosebumps.

“Let’s use it well. in a nice place.”

“Let it be. By the way, when can we meet next time?”

“Well, I’ll do it if I don’t have anything to see.”

“Couples should meet often.”

There was no need for pointless conversation.

Jin ignored her last words, looked at Lata and Fay, and moved toward Vigo.

The Frochi siblings immediately attached to Jin to receive orders, and Vigo flinched and looked at them.

It was because I was afraid that the youngest would scold Murakan for forgetting to tell him to get out of here and ask why he was still standing here.

“Sir Lata Fay. Please clean up after yourself. Kill them all, leaving only about five witnesses each on Beament and Kingelo.”

“I understand, sir.”

“yes!”

“And Bigo brother.”

“Uh uh I am the youngest.”

“In case you don’t know, can you lend me a hand too?”

Vigo let out a sigh of relief. It was because Jin showed a request without sacrificing his dignity.

“…don’t let that happen.”

“thank you. I’ll see you in the Garden of Swords when I get back.”

Jin said while riding on Murakan’s back.