Swordmaster’s Youngest Son Chapter 981

Chapter 981,

Chapter 243. Red King’s Surprise (1)

Middle World.

Enemy tribes continued to search the Middle World after the Battle of Maysil.

They began to search for the ‘land of commitment’, leaving only a minimum of vigilant troops in four cities, including Pibilok.

Piville Partl Rittal Vessel.

Except for Usu, which Elona had seized, all four air forts were in operation. Piville and Partel suffered some damage from the battle, but they have already been restored.

‘If it weren’t for the Simart compatriots, our enemy would have met a miserable end.’

Right after Elona raided Usrock, only Simat gave the opinion that we should risk everything to attack the imperial family.

Thanks to this, the Red Ming tribe quickly regained some of their former dignity and escaped the control of the imperial family.

In the process, there were variables such as the Bamal Alliance and the Sunsin Church, but it was a great success.

‘And the compatriots of Shimat…. Maybe it’s our commitment. I often felt an incomprehensible dignity when the compatriots of Simat spoke.’

With this operation, Shimat was already receiving recognition comparable to that of the King of Great Fights from all his compatriots.

And Bakarun and Rakiman, originally Simat’s boss, are getting a particularly strange feeling from him.

Intuition that I shouldn’t disobey his words.

“Brother Bakarun! We just got a call from Vessel, who is searching for Nilot. It is said that they found the sword and seal of a compatriot of Tushin in what is believed to be the imperial family’s hideout near Nilot…!”

The sword and seal of the Enemy Tribe.

Those two factors were the basis for the Jeokmyeongjok to believe the imperial family’s claim in the first place.

I know where your commitment is.

“Tell me to transmit immediately.”

“Enemies!”

“And call the Simart compatriots in Partl.”

“All right.”

In the middle of the bridge, there was an artifact in the shape of a disc.

The artifact was used to open a window for video communication or to transmit objects like now.

Red energy rose above the artifact and a small dimensional door opened.

As a sword and a golden belt came out from inside the dimensional door, the enemy tribesmen who were watching fell to one knee.

“The sword and seal of the Red King… they are indeed the goods of a compatriot who has committed himself to death!”

There were not a few enemy tribesmen who shed tears.

They acted like followers who had finally found a trail of a lost god.

The reason Bakarun called Simat was because he thought he might react to the sword and seal.

As he had predicted, as soon as he entered the ship, Seamart gave off a different atmosphere than usual.

Even the lower-middle-class fighters and ordinary warriors were noticing the change in Shimat.

So they did not stop Simat from striding towards the artifact and fixing the sword and seal.

“Ah…”

As soon as he gripped the sword, the memories he had forgotten began to flood into Simart’s head like flowing water.

Who he is and why he disappeared before the Great Seal and became ‘Simaat’.

And what to do from now on.

“As expected, my choice was not wrong.”

Saying that, Seamart looked around.

Those who had been kneeling were now bowing to Simat.

Only the messengers were seated, announcing Tushin’s return to the former fort and fleet.

The King of the Red Sky has returned.

As soon as the communication was delivered, gigantic dimensional gates opened all over Pibil.

All the air forts and fleets were rushing to meet the returned Avatar.

“Compassion…. Compatriot I have always believed in the fact that you would come back. You’re so close…”

Bakarun said, kissing Simat on the back of his hand. Subsequently, Bakarun personally gave Simat a sword and a belt.

Unlike the Qingmyeongjok, for the Jeokmyeongjok, Tushin is the subject of faith as a representative of the sun god.

To them, dedication meant more than just being the strongest warrior or supreme commander.

“Bakarun, when I was with Simat, you always made the right decision. You gave me a lot of credit.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t do better.”

“Compatriot Tu Tushin…! Only this Raki was foolish and did not recognize his fellow countrymen.”

Rakiman made several disappointing choices while using Simat as a subordinate.

Simart let out a chuckle as he recalled the mistakes he had made.

“You have to do well from now on. In the first place, I changed my appearance and identity without telling you, so I won’t blame you.”

The great fighting kings of the enemy tribe are connected to the citadel, or floating fortress.

They could use that power to transform into a battle type called Citadel Flower, and use the unique ability that the god of war gave to each fortress.

And, unlike the great fighting kings, the fighting god is connected to the sword.

The sword ‘Tetalon’, made from pieces of the body of the sun god, emitted red light. The aura permeated Shimat, returning him to his true form.

Her hair became even redder and longer, and runes symbolizing commitment rose above her body.

Eyes that burn like fire lanterns. A deep heart that looks like blood.

Outside the bridge, the dark sky unique to the middle world was also dyed red. The entire middle world seemed to resonate with him due to the power of commitment that was manifested.

“I will explain in detail later why I disappeared and stayed with you as Seamart. For now, I must go find my land, Kritil.”

cretil.

The land of Tushin, the capital of the ancient enemy tribe.

Right now, the strongest aerial fortress of the enemy tribe was hidden there.

The Jeokmyeongjok have been trying to find the place since they started their activities in earnest. However, unlike other sealed cities, Kritil was buried in a completely different area.

There were no clues as it was the city that Tushin had hidden himself before he disappeared.

As a member of the enemy clan, they had only expected that the imperial family would know its location.

Simart began entering coordinates directly onto the artifact.

“This place, Comrade Tatsushin…”

said Bakarun, looking at the coordinates.

The coordinates were pointing to the ground.

It can be called underground by the standard of the general ground, but it was not even the middle world by the standard of ‘Border of Ameris’.

Draka, the capital of Ziffle.

Kritil was hidden in the basement.

“Yes, it is out of bounds. And below the capital of Ziffle. I didn’t expect something like this at first and decided on the location, but it looks like the sun god looked down on us…”

Ever since the ziplines appeared in the history of royalties, Draka has never been their land.

Also, even before the appearance of Ziffle, the land where Draka was located could be said to be the greatest reward given to those with hegemony of that era.

Kritil lay within the earth’s crust.

Like most other places, Draka has never been exposed to shocks so intense that its crust collapsed.

That is why no one has ever found Kritil.

Kritil was literally nothing more than a legacy of a super-ancient civilization that remained intact under the ground.

“My fellow countrymen, Kritil has never been sealed by a great snake. In Kritil, the spoils we took back then remain intact, and the powerful weapons that imprison our enemies are still alive.”

The eyes of the enemies widened.

Until recently, they also believed that Kritil would exist somewhere in the middle world or underground.

“Then can’t we attack the heart of Ziple at any time…!?”

“Yes, fellow Vecchios. However, I can’t say that Draka is the heart of Ziffle. Symbolically, it is obviously the capital of the entire Lutero Federation, but their real heart is the Tower of Stories.”

Having said that, Simart recalled information about the Tower of Stories for a while.

“The power to manipulate history… They are fools. Because they believe that they can do things that are impossible even for the sun god. If that is possible, why didn’t the sun god revise history before he died?”

The aerial fortresses were opening dimensional gates towards the coordinates set by Simart.

“It is time to step on the land of my hometown and give those arrogant people a blow. Move!”

“Enemies!”

Aerial fortresses and fleets began to enter the portal.

After a while, the enemy was able to reach the capital Kritil. Indeed, as Simat had said, Kritil was preserved in its ancient form.

“Oh oh…!”

“Crityl!”

For a long period of time longer than human history, not even dust was present in Kritil. The city shone with a gleaming luster, encased in a crystal-transparent membrane.

Enemy tribesmen got off the fleet and followed Shimat to inspect the city directly.

It seemed that the compatriots preserved in the maintenance device would wake up right away if the blood was injected.

If you use that blood, the city will be resurrected in an instant.

The enemy clans couldn’t calm their overcrowded hearts and screamed out loud.

“It is still too early to rejoice, compatriots. From now on, I will hold a bloody festival in Drakka. All of my compatriots will enjoy it to the fullest.”

As Eltiott said, Simat was not just a person who possessed the power of creation.

His greatest strengths were leadership, resourcefulness, and bold decisions.

“By now, Elona Ziple should be at the Tower of Stories analyzing the stolen Usu. The capital will be full of Kelliacs and thugs. Even if Elona was on standby, it didn’t matter. If four aerial fortresses and Kritil attack at once, that monster will have no choice but to flee.”

Even after seeing Usrock fall in an instant with a single Elona’s surprise, the enemy tribes did not doubt Simat’s words.

If Usrock had faced Elona with enough preparation in the first place, he wouldn’t have been defeated so disastrously.

The strength of the current enemy fleet was more than that of Ram in the Battle of the Gods.

Soon, Simat took the throne due to Kritil’s resistance.

When the disc artifact in front of the throne was energized, the entire city began to rush into battle.

When the power source of the air fortress ‘Cree’ was activated, the whole land and sky were shaking.

“After rising to the range of the main guns, I will open fire from below and reduce their cities to ashes. Today, Draka will become the land of our enemies.”

“Enemies!”

As the enemy tribes began to move in perfect order, Simat smiled and continued talking behind his back.

“And Eltiott, Ameris, my old friends, and Jean Runcandel will know that I’m back. I wonder how they will look.”