章節 311: Chapter 470
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Whoa... !
The shadow force that was released from Murakan began to color the sky as if black paint had been dissolved in a transparent water jar.
It was very fast. In an instant, it became dark as if it had become a moonless night, and Murakan's amber eyes stood out.
Murakan's pumpkin-colored eyes flickered amid the darkness, resembling the eyes of a grim reaper, to those who gazed up at him under the darkened sky.
-If I tell you to wipe all of them out, from then on, you can use all the comments after the 100th freely.
-The comments after the 100th number? They all seem to be about death and destruction.
-Right. You have to use those comments appropriately and really kill them all if possible. Just leave around five people who are not very important in each faction.
-Hmph, kid. You seem to be mistaken. That's something I can do well without separate instructions. Rather, it seems that your comments are used by trash who try to look powerful. True experts like me will instill fear more plainly.
-I know, but I said it because you needed a bluff.
- What, bluffing?
-You're really not as strong as you were in your prime, yet. Until you find all the strength, let's try to act on it as much as possible. You know your reputation is on the verge of breaking through the sky after the Black King incident, right?
- Tsk, I don't like it. Anyway, I'll follow your advice. I am Murakan, the worst nightmare that a mortal can experience, and you all will become lifeless spirits that can never dream again. How did you choose the same nonsense comments?
- Wasn't it number 107? It doesn't seem bad. Anyway, when you kill the enemies, use techniques that make you look as imposing as possible. Inefficient but grand and cool.
- All right, all right.
The conversation they had when making comments.
Murakan said he didn't like it, but in fact, he felt a subtle satisfaction with the fact that his prestige had risen significantly after the Black Kings incident.
Of course, compared to the majesty of his prime, he was far from it now, not even worth mentioning. However, he felt degraded when people, who did not know him, treated him like an ordinary dragon, (though there were very few such occasions).
In a way, the opportunity to raise that satisfaction level even further had now arrived.
[I am Murakan.]
Vortexes were forming all over the pitch-black sky.
Hundreds of vortexes were created in an instant, and a huge dark awl was coming out of the middle of all the vortexes.
They were black awls that would spawn on the ground following Murakan's will.
[The worst nightmare that a mortal can experience.]
A solemn yet eerie voice weighed heavily on the entire island. It even echoed in all directions riding on the curtain of shadow force, and the beasts and insects of the island hurriedly hid themselves from the gloomy vibration.
Birds flew out of the island, and wild animals and insects burrowed into deep burrows.
Once he had regained 50% of his strength. It seemed that all the movements of the insignificant creatures were conveyed to him.
The sound of a flock of birds frantically flapping their wings as they took flight, the sensation of small animals digging their burrows with their front paws to seek refuge, and the scurrying and flying of insects delving deeper into the woods.
Murakan felt it all while floating in the sky. He was savoring it.
These were the senses that he was often enjoying instead of music or magazines a thousand years ago. He completely forgot about it Until he got back 50% of his strength.
So Murakan waited quietly for a while.
He waited for the small creatures to have enough time to escape, and he also checked the positions of the small creatures who couldn't escape to ensure that they would not die when the massacre began.
The movements of the insignificant creatures become so clear.
So, he couldn't help but feel the fear of the people beneath him.
'He created this kind of intimidation just by exerting his power...! The imperial dragons weren't afraid for nothing.'
'They say his heart was injured, but is this really the power of an injured dragon? Did he recover?'
'It's scary, scary, save me!'
The members of the imperial family, Zipfels, and Kinzelo's beastmen thought so.
Their heartbeat and trembling felt like a good melody to hear.
'Yeah, that's how it felt. The feeling that I can kill and spare everything at will!'
His tail stiffened and his chest trembled at the thrilling sensation he had felt for the first time in a thousand years.
He still wouldn't be able to savor this feeling against the world's best powerhouses, but right now he was like the god of the Gaifa Archipelago.
All of Jin's enemies are extremely nervous, unable to open their mouths.
Only one person, Sandra Zipfel, continued to spew curses relentlessly.
"Midor Elnor, you ungrateful bastard! I'm warning you in advance, don't activate the tower master's staff without my permission. Huh? I'll cut your throat with a sashimi knife and put it in the middle of Drakka Square."
She seemed completely uninterested in her served arm.
Her amputation had been somewhat healed, and she had only stopped the bleeding with normal healing magic rather than the power of time.
She didn't just keep pouring curses on Midor. She also spoke in an endlessly sweet voice to Jin.
"There was a bit of a problem with our date because of the bastard who isn't even worth feeding to the dogs. Will you generously understand with a heart as good as your face?"
It would be better not to get involved with this human in any way.
Such an instinctive signal was ringing loudly in Jin's mind.
Not only did he shiver down his spine, but he was also experiencing an odd kind of fear for the first time, to the point that his entire body was covered in goosebumps.
"By the way, where were we?"
"That, um. The Demon God's orb."
"Ah, that's right. Demon God's orb. The trouble we went through to make it without Kinzelo..."
"Lady Sandra! No, you mad woman! Could you tone it down...?!"
Midor's urgent cries mean Sandra is about to reveal another secret, and Murakan realizes that the little creatures have either left or settled down.
[You will become a dead person who can never dream again.]
Murakan finished the 107th comment.
Then he scanned the ground with satisfied eyes. It was to mark the spots where the awls would fall.
Black and sharp awls began to rain from the vortexes of shadow force.
Each vortex was relentlessly spewing out one giant awl and hundreds of smaller ones that formed around it.
From a distance, it seemed as if a swarm of locusts attacked the islands out of nowhere.
What was even more terrifying was the fact that these awls were falling without making any sound. 'Silence' was one of the most superior attributes of power, known as shadows, and shadow force.
"No, stop it!"
"Damn it, save Lady Sandra!"
"Gaaah!"
Despite the deluge of awls, all that could be heard were cries and the sound of destruction.
Usually, some degree of collateral damage is expected, even among allies when using magic spells or techniques of this magnitude.
However, none of the awls of shadow force had fallen on the side where the knights of Runcandel were standing.
They were falling while maintaining a distance of less than a hand from Runcandels. It was as if an umbrella had been put over only on the side of Runcandel.
Naturally, the eyes of the Runcandels could only be directed towards Jin and Murakin.
Especially at Jin. In some aspects, he appeared even more menacing than Murakan, who was busy raining down awls. Jin was standing with an indifferent expression and savoring the sight of his enemies being slain.
For the Runcandels, it felt as if they had sneaked a peek at the hierarchical relationship.
'Even if the youngest gives an order like that, does he act without a hint of discomfort? It is known that the relationship between a Guardian Dragon and their contractor typically places the former in a somewhat subordinate role, but isn't this a case of complete master and servant!'
More than just stabbing and penetrating, Murakan's awl was literally 'grinding' enemies.
Even if I combine all the Guardian Knights and Enforcement Knights belonging to me, will I be able to keep up with one of Murakan's attack?
Vigo was convinced that he could never do that.
'My guardian knights can't even be compared, and maybe even my eldest brother's forces...'
They might not be able to handle Murakan.
Vigo had a sudden thought.
Of course, it wasn't the correct conclusion. Even if Murakan had regained 50% of his strength, Joshua had black knights, the best enforcement knights of the clan, and the elite guardian knights.
If Murakan can deal with them all alone, Jin would become the patriarch the very next day.
Vigo was mistaken and really intimidated by the overwhelming force that he hadn't seen in a long time. And that misunderstanding would become one of the big rumors circulating in the Garden of Swords after his return.
Sandra was also being torn apart.
"Uh, ooh, what, do, think about, marry me."
Surprisingly, she kept regenerating her body just as she had been doing all along, and her gaze fixed on Jin.
"Aaah!"
"Ugh!"
The elders who ran to her rescue left out a scream of agony while opening a protective shield. They needed to rescue Sandra because it was Midor's command, but in reality, the elders were powerless.
Midor knew that too.
The pure-blood is being torn in front of his eyes, but he just gave an order because he didn't know what troubles would come his way after they return if he didn't take any action. He also needed to create a justification.
So many were sacrificed to save Sandra, but in the end, she was in no condition to command the operation. Thus, he had to take command in her place.
"7th magic tower master, this is enough. Even if you command now, the patriarch and the elders will understand...!"
"We will be wiped out at this rate. Lady Sandra's regeneration isn't infinite. We have to use that method to save her!"
An elder said, looking at the awl that had penetrated the protective shield.
Midor couldn't do anything but nod as if he had no choice, biting his lips tightly.
-Considering that the colossal form is gone, it is highly likely that the Great Mercenary Amela has already been defeated by Murakan! The 7th Tower Magic Master, I know you want to avenge the former Master of the 7th magic Tower, but you must step back now!
-7th Magic Tower master!
- Hold your ground!
That method was the very reason why Midor refused to give up even after seeing the accidentally collaborated flames of Murakan and Jin from the beginning.
"Whew."
Midor took a breath. He was trying to control his breathing, which was rough with excitement that he could finally get his revenge.
It might be better this way. If Sandra had just asked him to retreat, Midor would have had to leave without any chance for retribution, leaving his nemesis right in front of his eyes.
"All right."
Midor said as he took something out of his pocket.
章節 312: Chapter 471
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What Midor Elnor pulled out looked like a cube a little smaller than a fist.
Looking at the object, Midor's face was full of anticipation. The cube had a blue color that seemed to be deafening.
Midor's face was filled with anticipation as he gazed at the item. The cube emitted a bluish light that seemed to be adorned with engravings.
'I can finally avenge my elder brother Myuron...!'
Myuron Zipfel.
Something welled up in Midor's heart when he recalled the life of his brother who had died in agony.
Midor had been unable to comprehend the fact that Runcandel, who killed Myuron, was thriving, but Zipfel had not been taking the revenge he deserved.
Fwoosh, click...!
Midor injected mana into the cube, and the blue color became deeper. It was such a bright light that it stood out for a moment even under the black storm of shadow force awl.
'What is that blue light?'
Jin was also checking the blue light of the cube from a distance.
'I don't think it's a magic spell. An artifact?'
Jin couldn't see it clearly because of the black awls. However, at first glance, it was clear that it was a type of artifact that he didn't know.
He also had a forbidding. In this situation, Jin was also displeased with Midor's sinister expression, as if he would burst out laughing at any moment.
Midor had an expression when someone showed off their trump card.
Murakan also narrowed his eyes at Midor's appearance.
[There are always fools in every era who are eager to hasten their death.]
"Puhuh, hahaha!"
Midor suddenly leaned back and burst into laughter. The cube in his hand floated in the air with each side open.
"The 12th flagbearer of Runcandel, Jin Runcandel, and the Black Dragon, Murakan! I've been waiting for this day when I can soothe elder brother Myuron's soul with your dirty blood...!"
[I can't let you have your way. Disappear.]
Aaaah-!
Murakan shot a breath in the direction of Midor and the mages of Zipfel.
It was a breath filled with strong emotions and anger, more powerful than disintegrating the strongest warrior of the White Wolf tribe with only an ankle left.
In addition, the shadow force awls were sprayed along the trajectory of the breath, and it seems to have the size that reduces the mountain range to dust.
Murakan and Jin were the only people in this place who could fully block this breath. The moment the breath hit Zipfel's side, Midor and the surviving mages had no choice but to open their eyes wide in surprise and cautiously react.
"Oh, it's still opening!"
"We have to block the breath...!"
The elders who shouted urgently were swept away by the breath and turned into black particles without even finishing their words.
Then, the other mages squeezed out all their strength to cast a protective shield, but it was too much. Murakan's breath was mercilessly trampling down Zipfel's defense line.
The breath was like a war wagon rolling down a steep hill, crushing dozens of houses before coming to a halt.
Murakan's casually exhaled breath only stopped after reducing about thirty elders to dust and shattering the protective shield formed right in front of Midor.
Midor's excited expression, full of laughter and anticipation, was gone now.
Midor was simply staring wide-eyed, with sweat pouring from every pore on his body. The confidence he had by activating the cube has already been crushed.
'...… Is this really a breath he can shoot without any warning or preparation?'
It seemed like he had miscalculated something. This gut feeling stabbed Midol's heart like a knife.
He was actually feeling it when the black awls started to rain down. He was questioning whether today was truly the right moment to take revenge.
It was already impossible to recalculate things. Murakan was even more enraged at the sight of Midor surviving from his breath. His pride was hurt.
[Block? Uh, You block it? It is crazy, right? Ha, you. You bastard, you are pissing me off.]
As a result, Murakan's tone went slightly beyond his usual comments, but the enemies felt more afraid because of that. A powerful figure with an unpredictable and capricious demeanor was always terrifying.
Whoops!
Murakan took a deep breath this time. He had gathered strength to exhale the breath.
The shadow force awl, which had been pouring out without a sound, died down in an instant. This was because he was adding the shadow force that was used for black storm of awls to the breath.
The ground where the shadow force awl stopped, resembled a barren and desolate testing ground for mana cannons. There was no flat ground left, and the remains of those who had lost parts of their bodies rolled on the ground like dust.
The members of Vermont barely held on to their senses and organized their formation, and the beastmen of Kinzelo were completely devastated, and were bursting into tears while urinating and defecating haphazardly.
On Zipfel's side, only trembling Midor and a few of the elders remained.
And in front of Jin, Sandra Zipfel regenerates herself.
Clung, cling, the sound of spinning gears felt noticeably slower than before.
'It's more impressive than the authority of time just by looking at this.'
The authority of time was indeed remarkable, but as far as Jin knew, it was impossible to recover to this level after certain death. Even Cuicantelle cannot restore her body that had been disintegrated.
'This is the power of the Demon God's orb and living golem. It seems clear that the two are being used together. If Zipfel can continue to make people like Sandra...'
Jin suddenly recalled a memory from his past life.
The mirror, the fountain of mana.
In his past life, Zipfel continuously produced 7-star mages called mass production mages after getting the Colon's mirror. And they were later used to further solidify Zipfel's solo dominance over the world.
Sandra's regenerative power was nothing compared to the mass produced mages of his past life.
Could this be related to my regression?
Could the fact that my regression stimulated Zipfel and had a profound effect on their research direction and results? So, has Runcandel in even more disadvantage now compared to then?
It suddenly occurred to Jin, but he soon shook his head.
'No, now that I think about it, Zipfel couldn't have dominated so much with just mass-produced mages. No matter how many people have 7-star mana, they can't handle 9- or 10-star individuals properly.'
The mass production mages at that time would have been just the beginning or material for making a 'weapon' like Sandra Zipfel.
'At that time, mass produced mages were a tool to propagate Zipfel's solo dominance externally, and in reality, mages like Sandra Zipfel would have been mass-produced to fight battles that were not exposed to the media.'
Since they didn't get the mirror in Jin's present life, it's likely that the living golem research was much delayed compared to the past life.
Even assuming that, Zipfel's living golem had already reached this level. Sandra was regenerating even if her whole body was cut to pieces dozens of times.
'I don't think what I am seeing today are all the secrets of Zipfels ...'
The cube gleamed brilliantly.
Jin was intensely curious about what it could be that made Midor show so much confidence. Even though his momentum had been somewhat broken after the breath attack.
"You…. Bastard…..Stop, that's….only….."
Sandra, whose face had partially recovered, was the first to speak.
Midor was listening to it clearly. They could hear each other's breathing in the silence that fell after the shadow force awls stopped.
However, Midor pretended not to hear Sandra's orders and took control of his fears.
Just thinking like this.
'Yes, I can win. Let's not be afraid. Today is undoubtedly a day I can drink the blood of our enemies from the Golden Goblet.'
There is no reason not to do so with my elder brother by my side.
Midor knelt down and raised both hands in a polite gesture. As if he had become a believer calling on God.
That was Midor's own ritual, completely unrelated to the 'complete opening of the cube'. It was his way of welcoming and showing respect for the elder brother he had finally reunited with.
Hwaaaaa.....!
Light gushed from the fully opened cube like water. The light flowing from the cube surged through the surrounding space like waves.
Dark and ominous blue rays of light seemed to be painting the space.
It was a strange sight for everyone, except Zipfel, and they had never seen something like this before, even for Murakan, who has lived for 3,000 years.
'The light is forming something... Ha, this is madness.'
Jin, who watched the cube's light progress for a while, had to suppress the curses that came up in his throat.
The first thing light formed was a human being.
It's Myuron Zipfel.
"Elder brother, welcome...!"
Midor raised his head and looked up at Myuron with twinkling eyes.
Before Jin knew it, Myuron had taken on a physical form composed of something with texture and weight, more like a substance rather than just light.
However, he was not a fully alive person unlike the time they met in Colon.
His skin was dark blue, like an old corpse, and the skin had been peeled off in some places, revealing bones, teeth, and internal organs.
Also, Myuron was not the only thing that the light of the cube formed.
Ship.
Zipfel's ultimate weapon, a battleship that symbolizes the catastrophe in the sky.
A battleship similar to Kozec was also forming behind Myuron.
The blue battleship was rather larger than Kozec, and exudes greater majesty from its appearance alone.
The battleship contained numerous mages formed by the light, ready for combat.
In other words, a battleship with a massive army of Zipfel was formed in the middle of the island out of nowhere.
The shocking scene left everyone speechless, their rationality overwhelmed by the surreal display. Even Jin was left with his mouth agape, his pupils quivering in disbelief.
[Ah, the air is so refreshing, Midor.]
Myuron finally opened his mouth and spoke in a benevolent yet dignified voice.
Midor's face was filled with excitement, as if he might cry tears of joy any moment. He felt the conviction that he could now repay his enemies and be recognized by his father.
The thrill that had started with this certainty made his whole body tremble uncontrollably. He even felt foolish for ever doubting the power of his elder brother and the strength of his battleship and army.
[And it's been a while, Jin Runcan...]
[Oi, I was watching for a bit, just to see what crazy things you'd come up with this time. But this what you are showing me, What a bummer!]
It was then. Murakan let out the breath he had gathered.
Aaaaaaah-!
A shadow force that was incomparably denser than the black awl that had been just pouring down, was rushing towards Myuron and his army.
Midor and Myuron hadn't even thought that his breath could destroy the battleship.
Thus, they initially planned to defend against the attack and then continue their assault once breath was cleared. However, in the next moment, the battleship formed by the light was shattered in the easiest way possible.
It seemed like paper was burned with fire and it disintegrated instantly. Murakan's breath pierced through the center of the battleship, and completely destroyed it.
Creak! Boom, clank! Tsssk!
The sounds of the ship breaking were unreal to Midor and Myuron, and it all felt strangely peculiar to them.
[You damn bastards, you had the audacity to latch onto something as substantial as this.]
Murakan just snorted with disdain.
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