Volume 5 Chapter 107 â Tragedy of Kollon (6)
[Translator â jhei]
[Proofreader â yukitokata]
They couldnât really attack.
From the fire, many condensed mana spheres emerged and surrounded Myuron. The three had never seen this kind of magic.
However, they could sense it. It was dangerous.
âWhatâs this? I can see the mana clearly with my own two eyes, but I canât sense it. And on top of that, Myuron knows my face.â
There was no need to know why Myuron knew. Among the four Zipfels who came to the Runcandel banquet, one of them could have drawn Jinâs profile and shared it with the clan.
âI should be careful whenever I face a pureblood Zipfel.â
âEhehehehehe. Kuhahaha!â
Myuron kept laughing like a hyena. It was hard to tell if he was confident in winning or just crazy.
âI pity that prophet bitch. She went to beg the Runcandels but didnât know that they sent a child to me. Wait, arenât you still a provisional flag-bearer? It couldâve been a personal request from her, then. Hehehe.â
As Myuron chuckled, Jin was still thinking.
âItâs hard to conceal oneâs presence even with spiritual energy. An artifact canât do that either. Is this guy also a contractor?â
Jin dug through his memories from before his regression but couldnât find any information on him. All the information known about Myuron was only about his crazy personality and crimes.
Jin glanced at Murakan, and he didnât seem to know either. He then looked at Kashimir but realized that the Ghostblade wouldnât know much about magic.
âIt looks like he has a special ability, but heâs still an 8-star. As long as we donât get distracted, we will never lose. If he doesnât cheat like Andrei who used the Demon Godâs Orb, that is.â
He was an opponent that Jin couldnât face by himself. But with Murakan and Kashimir, he had the upper hand.
âI just need to fight while keeping in mind that I canât read the flow of mana.â
Making this conclusion, Jin conjured his aura.
âBlah, blah. Shut the fuck up. Your laughter also sounds disgusting.â
âFufu, letâs have some fun.â
Crackle-crackle-crackle!
The mana spheres quickly froze. Instantaneously, Myuron threw the ice spheres at Jin.
The nine globes of ice the size of cannonballs each split into three smaller projectiles.
Jin and Kashimir dodged to the side. Murakan accurately punched each one, having the need to protect Dino.
âOho. Was there a martial artist among the Runcandel guardian knights?â
âWho the fuck are you takling about? Guardian knight? You dumbassâYou bastard!â
After seeing the rest of the projectiles fly to the natives, Murakan spat on the ground then carried Dinoâthe journalistâs body placed across the dragonâs shoulders. The natives froze in fear.
After all, normal people couldnât dodge the fast projectiles.
Papak! Crack!
Murakan threw himself towards the bullets and shattered them with his fists.
âAre you all gonna die standing still, you idiots?!â
âEuhhhhh.â
âUhhh.â
It sounded as if something was stuck in the nativesâ throats.
Murakan then noticed a horrifying sight. Most of them had a deep cut in their necks.
It wasnât a wound that they had the day before.
âTheir vocal cords⦠Theyâre all cut?!â
Jin, Kashimir, and Dino also saw the atrocity. At least seventy percent of the nearby natives had their vocal cords severed.
âAaaack! Y-You⦠You motherfucker!â
Dinoâwho had been frozen in placeâlooked at Myuron and screamed. His eyes filled with tears and hatred.
âHow could you?! Iâll kill you⦠Iâll killâ!â
âHeehee. Dino, I ripped some of them out just to see what face youâd make. It seems that you like my little art project.â
Myuronâs maniacal grin distorted his face. His eyes curved like crescent moons, and his hair flipped in the wind.
Moreover, instead of targeting Jin and Kashimir, he was targeting the natives. Murakan was jumping here and there, but he couldnât do it for long.
It would be easier to transform into his true form. However, they were in a land within the Lutero Magic Federation. The moment he turned into a dragon, all of the dragons affiliated with the Zipfel Clan would find their way to the Kollon Ruins.
Kashimir couldnât believe his eyes. With feverous anger, he glared at Myuron. Dino kept screaming and shouting.
âHehehe. AHAHAHAH! HAH!â
Myuron continued to laugh. However, it was only for a moment.
Jin froze.
And Myuron couldnât read anything from his expressionless face.
Nevertheless, Murakan could read his godâs contractorâs mind. A clear emotion.
Fury.
âMyuron Zipfel. Today is the last day.â
âHmâ¦?â
The aura surrounding Bradamante receded.
Then, a black energy began to envelop the blade.
Badump!
Myuronâs laughter stopped, and he stared at Jin. He wasnât scared of the young Runcandelâs new sword. However, it was the first time his heart beat so hard, so rapidly.
A premonition.
Myuron hadnât felt this in a while.
âWhat is this? Solderetâs power? Then is Jin Runcandelâ¦?â
The spiritual energy slowly surrounded the blade.
âKeep laughing. Just like before.â
Whoooomâ¦!
The surrounding darkness slowly grew darker and deeper.
In Jinâs spiritual energy release, the surrounding environment was dyed black. The deepened darkness then gathered to his blade.
Blade: Unleash.
It was his first time using it after his spiritual energy reached 5-star.
âYoung Master Jin⦠Is this the power of the shadows?â
Kashimir gulped. He had seen Jinâs swordsmanship for the longest time. However, Jin looked like a different person with Bradamante unleashed.
Jin activated Myultaâs Rune, and his grim face was covered by the helm.
âHa, haha⦠Does this mean Solderet stands with the Runcandels once more? Breaking the deal with us!â
The ice particles that were flying towards the natives stopped.
Jin did not answer and called Murakan and Kashimir before pointing to the sky.
âThe two of you need to block that.â
They simultaneously looked up.
âHuh.â
âWhat the hell is that? When the hell did that bastard make that?â
Hundreds of ice balls floated in the sky, several times more than the Zipfel had shot. The transparent projectiles were barely visible, camouflaged in the night sky.
There wasnât a special reason as to why Murakan and Kashimir couldnât detect it. Myuron simply did not have a detectable flow of mana.
Jinâwho was the most knowledgeable of magicians among the three of themâfound out after some time of deduction. He deduced that Myuron was preparing something nasty.
ââ¦Heh, you finally noticed? I was gonna explode you and those pathetic crimson-people like bugs. Pop, pop, pop. Well, I guess I canât anymore.â
Regaining his composure, Myuron grinned.
âBut saving all of them will be hard.â
Myuron didnât want to talk further. He felt like he was facing mongrels instead of humans.
Shweeek!
Jin lifted off his feet with his sword overflowing with aura. His feet were light as a feather as he charged at Myuron with tremendous power and speed.
Myuron frantically cast a force field and shot the nearby ice bullets at Jin.
However, the ice projectiles were futile in stopping Jin. In the blink of an eye, all of the bullets shattered into ice crystals and helplessly fell to the ground.
Crack! Slash!
Every time Myuron blinked, the blade was closer than before. At that moment, he fell into a dilemma.
No, he was doubting. Would his force field be able to deflect Jinâs blade?
âIt canât.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Quickly making a conclusion, Myuron quickly drew his wand. Instantly, he had cast multiple advanced spells. Jin couldnât read his mana this time as well.
Three spells were cast.
7-star flame spell, Fire Barrier; 7-star ice spell, Ice Wall; 8-star wind spell, Mystic Hellwind. There werenât many magicians who could cast so many spells in such a short amount of time.
âItâs fast, but itâs not a simultaneous cast. Still, pretty impressive.â
Two 7-star defensive spells, and Mystic Hellwind was an offensive spell. Mystic Hellwind was a spell that conjured hundreds of sharp wind blades. A cruel and brutal spell infamous for its ability to chop up the enemy. It was the spell that Myuron enjoyed using.
Furthermore, it was a very complex spell. Running through the ice projectiles, Jin halted to a stop and covered himself with spiritual energy. Myuron smiled as he let out a sigh of relief.
âAs expected, he did contract with Solderet, but his understanding of magic is lacking. He thought of just blocking it. Hellwind doesnât stop until the caster either dies or their mana runs out.â
The spell began to scratch and tear at Jinâs barrier, and feeling an ominous chill, Myuron turned his head.
A helm with two glimmering eyesâJin.
The spiritual energy barrier was a diversion.
Jin had waited for the moment that the wind blades were deflected, spread, and blocked Myuronâs vision. Then, as Myuronâs sight of Jin was obstructed, he quickly moved out.
If Jin hadnât known about Hellwind, he wouldnât have been able to pull it off. Even the caster of the spell themself would not be able to read the exact timing that Jin could react to.
âWhat?!â
Surprised, Myuron quickly withdrew the spell. He wanted to stop wasting mana and focus on his fire and ice barriers.
He finally found out how heavy and strong Jinâs strike was.
Swinging Bradamante, Jinâs eyes flared up.
Kzzztâ¦!
Myuron had never seen something like this before. He had fought many knights, and there were some who could âcut awayâ his magic with a sword.
However, he never imagined how quickly the unleashed Bradamante could pierce the barriers.
âHeâs just erasing my magicâ¦!â
His Fire Barrier and Ice Wall did not get cut or shattered. Instead, the fire was being extinguished.
The Ice Wall was penetrated first, and the overlaying Fire Barrier died down.
His pure mana force field was the only defensive layer remaining. As the sword approached him, Myuron could only step backwards with a shocked expression on his face.
However, along with that expression came excitement.
He ducked out of his force field and struck his wand on the ground. The floating ice projectiles began to fall, accelerating to the speed of bullets.
âYou would taste very good. Oh how glorious it would be! Good thing I stayed on this landâ¦!â
On the ground that Jin was standing on, a magic circle started to glow.
A trap.
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