Swordmaster's Youngest Son Novel - Chapter 837
Chapter 837
The world was enveloped in darkness.
At least, those within the Storm Castle couldn’t help but feel it.
Every visible space was turning pitch black, as if it had been painted with ink.
And the people were also submerged in that darkness.
The vision of the knights who had spread throughout the castle and the mountains was fading.
“Ahhh…!”
“Huh.”
Swoosh…!!
The knights affected by the Manifestation of Shadows screamed for a moment and then fell silent.
They were consumed by the darkness, which had exploded upon them.
Their blood, flesh, and bones scattered somewhere in the dark void, leaving no trace in an instant.
Only those who resisted a little left a last cry, but most didn’t even realize their own death.
It took three seconds.
That was the time it took for all the elite knights and guardians on the battlefield to face death.
Now, only Jin and Murakan remained, along with the Ten Great Knights.
‘So many knights… all of them.’
Jin felt his bones turning cold, and he struggled to keep his sanity intact.
An invisible prick seemed to be piercing his mind and body.
Murakan and the Ten Great Knights were experiencing the same agony.
The Power of Existence.
The reason why the remaining group didn’t perish immediately due to the Manifestation of Shadows was because of their Power of Existence.
This power allowed them to resist the ‘predetermined death’.
However, Frey looked like she couldn’t hold on much longer.
Jin noticed that every time she blinked, her consciousness faded and returned repeatedly.
“Frey, react!”
“If we kill that guy, we can start healing you immediately. Just hold on a little longer…!”
The real Frey Runcandel had already died a thousand years ago, and the dying Frey now was nothing more than a painting.
Jin felt an overwhelming anger that was difficult to suppress.
The Ten Great Knights present here had become guardians to protect Temar’s tomb, even after death.
[Today, this world will disappear.]
Boom…!!
Amidst the collapse of the entire Storm Castle, the fake’s voice rang out clear.
[Murakan, and Jin Runcandel, you won’t be able to escape this world.]
The fake’s location was unknown.
He was moving through the darkness, observing the suffering of Jin’s group and the fallen knights.
Although the name ‘Jin Runcandel’ was mentioned, the Ten Great Knights didn’t have time to question it.
[It seems like the form of the Shadow Blade has changed. Are you trying to break through subspace and escape? You should have made that decision before this happened. Now it’s impossible. You shouldn’t have come here. Today, the two of you won’t get anything and won’t be able to get out of here alive.]
The fake said as he inspected Bradamante.
“I won’t leave until I kill you, fake. Maybe you’re just a lackey of Lokia or Heluram.”
[Does that matter? For me, what matters is the fact that the Black Dragon Murakan, whom you believe in so much, was nothing but a vile traitor, a mass murderer.]
Murakan was still struggling to push away the returning memories.
The days he couldn’t forgive himself, the memories he desperately tried to forget, were far more painful than physical torment.
Black tears flowed continuously from Murakan’s eyes.
He screamed towards the darkness, shook his body, and cried out in agony.
Jin decided to leave Murakan alone for a moment.
At this moment, it seemed like hitting him wouldn’t make him come to his senses.
‘Suffer to your heart’s content, this time I’ll protect you. Once I get rid of that guy, we’ll face it together. The truth of a thousand years ago, whatever it may be, no matter how harsh, cruel, or repulsive it is.’
In the end, it was something Murakan had to endure on his own. He couldn’t move forward without facing his past.
“If you’ve truly done something wrong, then you can atone for your sins. Just like you’ve always done until now. Once all this is over, let’s think about what to do next.”
Jin took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
“But if you haven’t done anything wrong, you don’t have to suffer so much. Either way, I, Gilly, and the others won’t leave you. We’ll be with you when you atone, and we’ll suffer with you even if you’re only tormented. So please, wait a little longer. I’ll kill that bastard and come back.”
Puhaha…!!
Suddenly, a deep wound appeared on Jin’s chest, and blood gushed out. The Manifestation of Shadows was destroying Jin’s existence.
[It’s pathetic. Do you really think Murakan can atone for what he’s done? The dead won’t come back, no matter what he does…]
Jin didn’t respond.
Before directly facing the truth of a thousand years ago, he couldn’t believe anything the fake said.
He simply prepared his sword in silence.
Getting ready to finish him off.
‘Even if the fake isn’t a true Genesis Knight, his visible combat power is undoubtedly that of a Genesis Knight. There’s no hope of defeating him with firepower alone. The best way is to fight based on the distinction between real and fake.’
When Jin opened his eyes again, the darkness created by the fake began to vibrate.
The fake continued to distort Jin and the Ten Great Knights’ existence.
Even though their bodies were shattered and exploded, none of them let go of their swords.
“Similarly, we’ll assist you this time. Vamel… No, Jin Runcandel, I should call you that. The two of us will find his hiding place and tear him apart.”
“It’ll only be for a moment. If we’re lucky, maybe twice.”
“Once is enough, Ancestors.”
Dranax and Vyollo pushed their swords left and right as soon as they heard that.
The two shining swords were cutting through the darkness.
They were unnamed magic sword techniques.
Both instinctively emitted their vitality to break through the darkness of the Manifestation of Shadows.
Just as Jin had suddenly awakened the Eternal Flame during his battle with Bale, they were also awakening the peak of their Magic Sword Techniques.
Silently, the darkness tore apart.
Every time it happened, the scene outside the Manifestation of Shadows was revealed: a ruined Storm Castle filled with a river of blood and debris.
Desolate lands, shattered clan banners, the relentless storm that continued to lash, and the pitch-black sky…
Everything they had tried to protect.
However, the vain darkness was filling up again, but their swords were gradually approaching the fake’s true form.
And finally, both magic swords simultaneously stripped away the darkness that concealed the fake.
The fake’s exhaled breath enveloped the two of them.
Dranax lost part of his right shoulder and the top of his body, while Vyollo lost both arms as he was pushed back by the fake’s breath.
It was because the unique characteristics of the magic sword exhausted them. Jin saw them as they faded, extending his sword forward.
First Shadow Blade Supreme Technique: First Night.
The fake felt all his senses blocked for a moment.
All the life flowing within the Manifestation of Shadows stopped, and a blade even darker than his own darkness appeared before him.
Swish-!
The blade cut through the fake’s chest.
However, it didn’t reach his heart, and he hit Jin with his wings.
However, Jin went through the wings and stabbed his sword into the fake’s heart once again.
At that moment, the fake briefly lost consciousness due to the influence and pain of the First Night, but it didn’t go beyond that.
His heart wasn’t pierced. The blade had only penetrated an inch. It was a threatening blow, but it couldn’t kill the fake.
Second Shadow Blade Supreme Technique: Second Night.
As expected, Jin continued with the second form of the Shadow Blade supreme technique.
The energy deployed for the First Night converged on Bradamante in an instant, and the sword blade transformed into a gigantic black whirlwind in the shape of an inverted cone.
The Second Night was a sword that maximized the power of one’s own Shadow Energy.
With each swing of the sword, the whirlwind swept away the darkness, making it impossible for the fake to escape.
However, Jin knew he couldn’t win with pure firepower.
The Second Night was currently the most powerful sword he could create with his Shadow Energy, but he couldn’t surpass the fake’s power. As a result, the fake was pressing Jin once again.
In the darkness, Dranax and Vyollo, who had fallen, were searching for Frey.
And Frey, despite her faltering steps, was searching for something.
With unsteady steps, she was heading towards a place that had been revealed when her companions broke through the darkness a while ago.
She knew there was a sword that shouldn’t be handed over to the fake.
Although everything looked the same in the darkness, she found that place with just a glance.
Even though her consciousness was hazy, she knew the sword was there.
An unshakeable sense of duty blessed Frey.
“Dranax… Vyollo… Open this place.”
Vyollo handed over the last special technique to Dranax, and he, in turn, deployed the unnamed sword.
Like a flower that finally bloomed, Barisada was stuck in the debris. Trembling, Frey carefully embraced Barisada, as if touching a child.
At that moment, the fake confirmed the presence of Barisada and instantly moved towards Frey through the darkness.
Instinctively, Murakan blocked the fake’s breath in front of the Ten Great Knights.
The fake’s breath hit Murakan instead of the Ten Great Knights, and Jin didn’t miss the opportunity to strike the fake’s heart again.
The swirling vortex formed by the Second Form on the sword blade twisted the heart.
The impact of the collision between the heart and the shadow tore and twisted Jin’s hand.
Then, Jin simply let go of the sword.
Bradamante was thrown back into the darkness.
The original plan was to forcefully insert the sword into the fake’s chest without fail.
If he risked it just once and inserted his sword deep into the fake’s chest, it would be the end.
In the end, he believed that if he found his own distance, the real and the fake would inevitably be revealed.
However, now Frey was throwing Barisada to him. Jin caught Barisada as he charged forward.
At that moment, Jin finally realized that he had reached the distance he wanted.
He was at the exact distance from which he could strike the fake’s heart without losing his rhythm.
Unaware of this fact, the fake began to amplify the energy of the Manifestation of Shadows again.
Jin felt the unbearable pain in every bone in his body, but he could execute any of the chosen swords to kill him.
It would be the same even if there was a greater pain than this.
Jin could wield his sword in any circumstance.
That was the achievement of the human named Jin Runcandel.
“It’s over, fake.”
Runcandel Supreme Technique
Re-Incarnation.
Barisada was awakening from Jin’s hands.