章節 389: CHAPTER 548

It was no coincidence that Murakan escorted Cuicantelle and met Misha. Moreover, Jin not encountering her by roaming around her hiding places wasn't a coincidence either.

-If you're that worried, I'll order to further increase the number of people tracking Misha. Will that help alleviate your anxiety?"

-[… Ok, I get it. It would be much better if Murakan's sister was captured.]

-It was a pity that I missed her by a narrow margin a while ago. Anyway, I care more about my son than the 12th flagbearer or the Black Dragons.

Misha has been hiding from Zipfel's pursuit.

And she realized the unusual atmosphere within the Empire, so she was getting ready to meet Jin

For her part, she had no choice but to be wary of her participation even after the battle of the sword emperor castle began.

It was because if she was seriously injured in this war, it would cause irreversible setbacks in all the affairs of the Solderet, which she was handling on his behalf.

However, since Jin's death or capture did not end with setbacks, she immediately joined Murakan and stood here.

As Jin's other guardian dragon, her first duty was to protect him.

Misha transformed into a human and stood next to Jin. Murakan stood behind them like a great black mountain with his amber eyes burning like flames.

"It's been a while."

Misha's firm yet clear voice felt more reassuring than anything else.

'If that's the case, I might be able to take out the Plutonian reign sword from the calculation altogether.'

The Plutonian Reign Sword was literally the last resort. Even if he used the sword and defeated Octavia and the Spectre Corps, Jin, who executed the sword, would never directly witness the end of this war.

Even so, the only reason Jin wanted to use the Plutonian Reign Sword was because that was the only answer.

Misha was by far the most powerful dragon as far as Jin knows. The sight of her casually beating Murakan, who had regained his 40% strength, was still vivid in his mind.

Once again, Murakan had said something unnecessary to Misha on the way, and because of that, there were traces of shadow force flowing like blood on his mouth.

It wasn't a serious injury, but it seemed like a proper hit from a jab, as always.

"It's been a while, Ms. Misha."

"I wished to see you too. I have many stories to share with you. But before that..."

A black spear formed in Misha's hand.

The spear technique, which Temar directly named 'A Shadowless spear', had stopped Octavia and real spectres on the Veradin's two years ago.

"First of all, we need to get rid of those who interfere with our meetings. We've met before, right? Zipfel's child."

Octavia's eyebrows twitched.

"Black Dragon Misha... Just like two years ago, and even now. I thought you were only good at running away, but it seems you have experience in scratching inside of people. You must have been busy avoiding pursuit, yet you managed to find your way here."

At that, Misha smiled brightly.

"I felt it even two years ago, you. Don't you think you should improve your manners a bit? Even Riol Zipfel was extremely careful when talking to me, but your casual tone and informal demeanor make me uncomfortable... "

Everyone who heard that voice seemed to feel a cold bloodlust down their spine.

Especially Murakan, seeing Misha genuinely expressing anger after a long time, he recalled unpleasant memories, and the scales on his back trembled.

'I've never seen a mortal live comfortably after poking at the temperament of this sinister demon... That woman named Octavia, she will never be at peace whether today or anytime.'

Of course, Octavia wasn't intimidated at all.

"Really? I didn't know. I'll tell the clan scribes. If there is a record of the previous patriarch Riol using honorific words for you, erase it."

[Hey, hey. You better stop now.]

Murakan, who reflexively opened his mouth, interrupted Octavia after reading the atmosphere.

Naturally, Murakan wasn't offering advice because he was concerned about Octavia.

It was only that he was worried that the ferocious monster would somehow release the remaining irritation and anger on himself in the future.

'Ah, this monster has also aged, so hopefully, it won't engage in such behavior. Let me recover all my strength...'

Jin was not the only one who was reassured by the unexpected appearance of Misha. The Vamel alliance and the Sword saints felt the same way.

They were shocked that even though she stood beside them, showing her back, there was no gap or opening at all.

'That lady is the Black Dragon Misha, the second guardian dragon of our lord. The atmosphere is no joke.'

'Lord Murakan even expressed that she is a terrible being, and the rest of the enemy seemed to be very afraid... Indeed, it's amazing.'

'It's scary, it's really scary. I have to look good.'

Lata, Valkas, and Amela thought. Everyone else felt the same way.

"Until when are you going to do this?"

Shadow force spread from the black spear and formed black armor on Misha's body. After finishing her armament, Misha looked exactly like the grim reaper in the legend.

"You may think you can erase history as you wish. However, it would be wise to face reality squarely. The world you dream of is already crumbling."

Kwaaah-!

Coincidentally, the moment Misha finished speaking, the sky lit up and there was a deafening explosion.

Kozec ship's cannon imbued with Kelliark's mana collided with Ron's sword.

The entire space, no, the entire sky distorted and swirled with the impact.

It was a force that shattered even the protective shield of Jin and Octavia, the two groups had maintained together.

The mages reflexively chose to cast the shields again, and the martial artists made the decision to pounce on them.

There was no need for Jin to give orders or signals.

It was a close combat with incredible speed. That was the only thing a martial artist could do against top-notch mages.

Shiiing-!

The black spear stretched out first, and then the eyes flashed. Just like two years ago, Misha showed her strength this time too, bursting the middle of Octavia and the Spectres' shield with a single blow.

As if Octavia had expected that much, she immediately casted her light magic as her counterattack, and at the same time tried to bind Misha's feet with her mana.

Thirty spectres reacted almost as fast as Octavia and fired various types of magic without pause. All sorts of great magic spells were being unleashed incessantly.

The swords of the Vamel alliance and the sword saints also created sharp waves of aura.

Dozens of swords and staff were entangled, and each time they clashed, the ground screamed, causing earthquakes.

'This should be manageable.'

In fact, Octavia and the Spectres were a little tired.

As evidenced by Octavia's battleship, which was completely destroyed as soon as it touched the ground, their path through the battle of the giants was much longer than that of the sword emperor castle camp.

Still, it was enough to deal only with the Vamel Alliance and the Sword saints, but the addition of Misha changed the situation entirely.

It wasn't just that the odds of winning were slightly higher.

Misha was stronger than Jin thought, and above all. She had extensive experience facing the so-called 'Spectre Corps' for longer than anyone else in this world. A whopping thousand years.

Even the Spectres she remembered were incomparable to the present. Just like the difference between the Runcandel's ten great knights and the Black Knights.

"A while ago, you said that I ran away after fighting you on that island, is that so?"

Misha's black spear grazed Octavia's cheek. The blade of the spear entered again between the splashing drops of blood, and Octavia stamped the ground with her staff to create shock waves of light attribute to prevent the attack.

In that opening, a light-speed thrust followed. Without the Spectres' shield, even someone like Octavia would not have escaped without serious injury.

"On that island, I just fought the battle while killing as few of you as possible. You know why? Killing too many would be tiresome in the long run. The Zipfel clan cares too much about victory or defeat."

"You're good at bluffing."

Like Octavia's answer, there was a little bluff mixed, but not completely false.

However, all the magic of Octavia and Spectre Corps was not able to hit Misha.

It was thanks to the fact that Jin, Vamel alliance and the Sword saints held out, but the crucial point was that she fully understood the magic of the present-day Spectre Corps, thanks to the battle two years ago.

Also, Jin had no choice but to break out in a cold sweat when he first met Misha and saw her ability.

She had very strange abilities.

"You're good at bluffing."

Startle...!

Octavia couldn't help but turn her head at the sudden sound of 'her own voice,' despite the enemy's Black Spear looming in front of her.

It was an unavoidable force majeure. The next moment, what Octavia saw before her eyes was another figure, identical to herself, standing there.

Naturally, it was a fake created by Misha's shadow force. However, that fake Octavia was saying something to the real Octavia.

"What is this?"

What is this?

A look that doesn't understand why another 'me' is there. At that moment, Octavia instinctively realized that all of this was Misha's ability and tried to respond.

But it was already too late. It's always fatal to show an opening in a fight. Especially if she's dealing with someone like Misha.

Thunk-!

The black spear pierced Octavia's shoulder.

"Hoho, you are indeed the captain of the spectres. You managed to avoid it. I wanted to get rid of that uneducated mouth of yours."

The Spectre Corps stepped forward, and Octavia backed away as she distanced herself from Misha.

Unlike their drastic change in formation, Misha was smiling as if she had no intention of continuing an additional attack.

"I, too, once challenged fate like you did. How does it feel? Not so pleasant, is it? What you lot are doing is exactly that," Misha said.

Fake Octavia disappeared, and in that moment.

The dawn sky was distorted once again.

The confrontation between Ron and Kelliark was getting more intense as time went on. The advantage was shifting towards Ron. His swordsmanship was gradually pushing away Kelliark's magic.

"Your leader seems to be losing to the sword emperor. Somewhere, Runcandels might be patiently waiting for an opportunity. Even so, the fact that you show no sign of retreat must mean that there is something you believe in, right?"

Whatever it is.

You will die without seeing the result.

When Misha continued her words, Octavia had no choice but to grit her teeth.

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章節 390: CHAPTER 549

* * *

Now, Runcandels were closely examining the battle situation. Since Ron and Kelliark were fighting in earnest, no one on the battlefield was conscious of their location.

The battlefield was a chaotic landscape, as if the entire sky was exploding. All the Knights of Runcandel who were watching couldn't help but shiver.

"Ron Hairan….."

Rosa spoke in a low voice.

Surprisingly, her voice was filled with a lot of regret. The reason for such regret was none other than the absence of the patriarch.

If only Chiron Runcandel, Luna, and the old Black Knights were here right now. And if only Ron Hairan had just sought the help of Runcandel.

It was all because of the thought that today might mark the end of the thousand-year war between Runcandel and Zipfel. No one expected Ron to wake up so close to the genesis knight domain.

"Acting matriarch."

The Black Knight commander, 'Stam', stood next to Rosa. He was the only person who could directly discuss the current war situation with Rosa.

"Sir Stam."

"How do you see this?"

He was asking about whether Ron Hairan could actually win in the fight against Zipfel.

"Without Kadun and Hedo, Kelliark's odds don't seem high. No, even if they are here...… I don't think Ron will just lose."

"I think so too. Unless it's the Patriarch, no one can defeat the current Ron Hairan."

"But still, sir, you seem skeptical about participating in the war. Probably for the same reason as mine."

Stam nodded his head.

Slowly but clearly.

Zipfel was showing signs of distress. Despite that, they were still maintaining the momentum without considering a retreat, and they hadn't sent anyone for negotiations with Runcandel.

What that meant was clear.

"Yes, Zipfels must have a means to overturn the situation on their own."

"Seeing that they don't even pretend to be cautious of us, it must be a very sure way. I think it's the replica of the Orb of Origin mentioned by the patriarch in the past."

Chiron had evaluated that power as dangerous.

It was indeed a rare case for him to use the expression 'danger.'

"This time, we might have to be satisfied with just confirming that power. What if the black knights who went to the Black Sea return without meeting the patriarch?"

White stone.

The two of them judged that the moment Ron was defeated, it would be difficult for Runcandel to possess it.

There was also a thought that an all-out war should never be waged if Zipfel pulled out a formidable move and Ron could not deal a serious blow to them.

"Acting matriarch."

"Speak."

"Would it be acceptable for me to infiltrate the battlefield with three Black Knights?"

Stam was concerned about Jin's survival. If Kelliark brings out a means that can defeat Ron, it is questionable whether Jin can survive.

It was confirmed that the battlefield was divided into Ron and Kelliark, Octavia's Spectre Corps and Jin's group. In the first place, Stam had the perception that Jin would be in danger even before Zipfel brought out a formidable move.

"Do so. It seems necessary."

"I will not intervene unless it's right before the battle."

"That's how it should be. And one more thing, make sure to bring him back alive."

* * *

Blood gushed from Octavia's shoulder.

Since all the magic of the Spectres was centered on Octavia, their joint efforts were bound to become somewhat dull.

Originally, that should have been the case.

However, Octavia was a mage who can handle the 'attribute of light', which was said to have been completely lost a long time ago.

"Predestined fate... Maybe it's because you are a dragon, but you don't know much. The history of mortals, including humans, has always been an effort to go against the absurd principles and laws set by the gods. Just as we changed incurable disease into curable, and just as one would turn misfortune into fortune."

A fist-sized orb of light materialized at the tip of Octavia's wand.

When the orb touched her shoulder, the light penetrated and the wound healed rapidly.

"Even the magic of light was cut off, with gods' muttering about it being a predestined fate. They said mortals shouldn't possess something completely flawless."

Light magic is almost a dream for all mages.

The light magic passed down like legends was an attribute that can handle attack, defense, and healing at once, and its power differs significantly from other magic spells.

Likewise, the lost dark magic can achieve all of that, but it always requires catalysts and sacrifices. Light magic had no such restrictions. The only thing consumed in return is mana.

Hwaaak!

Then, the magic of light extending from her staff formed wings on Octavia's back.

"So don't talk as if defying fate is a great sin, Black Dragon Misha. It's disgusting and hard to listen to."

As the wings of light stretched forward, a sharp sound of cutting wind echoed. Shards of sharp light shot out like arrows, and Misha rotated her dark spear to block the attack.

However, fragments of light splattered in all directions caused an explosion. Misha used her footwork to avoid the explosion, and the rest of the martial artists dealt with the aftermath.

The position of second-in-command of Zipfel was not handed to her on a silver platter. She was a little tired from enduring the battle between Kelliark and Ron, but only the Spectres were greatly affected by that fact.

Octavia was a mage who has already entered the realm of 'transcendence', so her physical burden was not that much of an issue. As long as she wasn't dealing with overwhelmingly powerful foes from her perspective.

"I don't know why you're suddenly mentioning the gods. Is it difficult for you to understand that your actions were offensive to my standards and I feel disgusted?"

"Life is too short to care about such things. As you expressed out of a sense of superiority, we are mortal."

"And you're the ones who erased the history of Chenmi, the Archmage loved most by light."

Boom-!

Octavia's light magic and black spear were constantly clashing. Octavia, who began to use her light magic in earnest, showed no signs of being pushed back even in close combat against Misha.

Jin and Misha were in charge of Octavia, and the rest were in charge of the Spectres. Murakan also tried to focus on Jin and Misha, but snapped at him.

"Hey. Protect our allies while playing the role of my source of shadow force. It's much more efficient for you to deal with that over there if you want to capture it. Don't waste your energy attacking and charging in."

[What did you say? Source of shadow force? Me, Murakan? Ha! Are you crazy?]

"I don't have the luxury to care about your feelings, so shut up and listen."

[No matter... tsk!]

Crack!

The black spear and lance of light collided again, creating a shock wave. Part of Misha's helmet, made of shadow force, burst open and revealed her eyes, and beams of light poured through them.

Pit, the shadow force from the cut under her eyes spurted out like drops of blood.

However, Misha also left a stab wound on Octavia's thigh, and Jin continued to press to keep Octavia from attacking further.

"Open the sword of overlord formation!"

As Ruyan shouted, the sword saints formed a circle and raised their aura. The reason the rest of the martial artists could fight on equal footing with the 30 true Spectres was because their lives were guaranteed.

From then on, Murakan decided to play the role of a support without saying anything. His wide-area attack was somewhat lacking in breaking through the shield of all Spectres, and there was a great deal of concern that his allies would be endangered if he concentrated on breaking through at one point.

Black smoke extending from Murakan enveloped Misha. The black spear and armor were stained even blacker, and Misha's movements became sharper.

As the sword of overlord formation was executed, the magic of the Spectres could not be directed towards Jin, Misha, and Octavia at all.

The patterns on the bodies of the sword saints were getting more and more ugly. Deep wrinkles appeared on the hand holding the sword, revealing the fact that they were rapidly aging.

Jin felt uneasy about this development, but Ruyan said.

"Sir Jin, don't worry about us. We won't collapse until the end of this war."

The entire sky and ground vibrated wildly from the impacts of the war. The aftermath of the battle in the sky hit the ground like cannon fire, but no other shocks intervened in the battlefield between Jin, Misha, and Octavia.

Plutonian Swordsmanship Battle God Technique, 4th sword

Erosion

Taking advantage of time bought by Misha, Jin stabbed Sigmund in front of Octavia and used battle god technique erosion.

A pillar of lightning surged up, and a thousand blue dots were aimed near Octavia.

Right after Jin pulled out Bradamante, lightning bolts of erosion raged along the mark.

When lightning bolts began to fall, Octavia had already left the area where the mark was concentrated, leaving only the lingering traces of light where she stood.

'The battle reached the point where I have to use a battle god technique to create an opening.'

It was not easy to even create an attacking opportunity without that level of technique.

Fortunately, Octavia faced a similar predicament. She had no choice but to use magic at the level of secret technique to attack Jin and Misha.

Amidst the entanglement of lightning bolts and elemental magic, the three individuals merely observed each other through their afterimages.

Boom-!

The tip of Octavia's wand stabbed someone in the chest. As it was, she concentrated her mana on the tip of her staff and exploded it, and it was only after seeing the opponent tear apart that she was able to recognize who it was.

'Jin Runcandel? No, it must be a shadow force doll created by the black dragon.'

Octavia calmly prepared for her next move. Looking around her, she could see that shadow force dolls were laid all over the place.

'Encirclement...!'

Octavia couldn't dismiss the possibility that it was all baits or traps.

Each ten dolls were in different postures. The posture of wielding the Shadow Sword and the Shadowless Spear.

Which one was real, and were the swordsmanship and spear techniques displayed were just illusions?

Octavia had no way of knowing.

'Handling them all at once should resolve the issue.'

A radiance hung over her grip and staff. She intended to completely erase the entire battlefield where the three were fighting with light-element magic.

"Kaaaa...!"

The moment Octavia let out a scream, the shadow force dolls that rushed at her exploded or melted in the shockwave of light.

'Were they all illusions? I don't sense any resistance at all.'

If so, the attack on the illusion has been proven to be an illusion. Thanks to this, she is able to remove one of the trap elements.

At that time, Jin and Misha briefly left the battlefield while taking advantage of the opportunity to set up the doll.

They headed directly to the ground where the group and the Spectres were fighting.

The two of them took advantage of this opportunity to surprise attack the rear of the Spectre Corps that was confronting the group, successfully slashing the throat of one individual.

"It's like watching a stupid bullfight, Octavia Zipfel. Did you really think we would concentrate all our power on you alone?"

Misha spoke with a smile, and Jin shrugged his shoulders while tossing the decapitated head of the Spectre.

"The Spectre Corps has never had a favorable outcome when encountering me. Now, there are only twenty-nine left. How many do you think will survive and return?"

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