Swordmaster’s Youngest Son Chapter 1102

Episode 1102

Episode 257 Attack of the Demon Gods (6)

It is being erased white.

Every time Siron took a step, the people watching him had the illusion that their vision was turning white.

‘this… … Siron Runkandel’s five intentions?’

‘The author is not a magic swordsman. But how does this kind of sensory disturbance occur?’

The ten spears sent out by the Demon Gods were truly feeling as if their bodies were losing their will for the first time in a long time.

A dazzle that surpassed Changseong’s insight, the strongest archmages in each dimension could not understand the phenomenon that Shiron was currently experiencing. It was natural since I could not feel any magical power or power that created illusions.

As the field of vision gradually became whiter, only Siron, standing in the middle of it, retained his original appearance.

Not only the prodigies of the Masindae, but everyone was experiencing the same phenomenon. Whether enemies or allies, everyone who looked at Siron was being consumed by the same phenomenon.

A barren landscape with nothing in it like pure white drawing paper, and no matter which way you turn, everything is white.

In it, Siron looked like a seeker walking alone through a snowy field.

‘This is my father’s sword… … Is it life?’

Jin clenched his fist and thought. The scenery of the battlefield, which suddenly changed after the start of the Oui, resembled Siron’s life. Solitude and passion, not seeing anything.

Thump, thump, thump, thump… … .

Every time Siron took a step, it felt like a drum was beating in his head and heart.

The Bamul Alliance felt their fighting spirit, fighting spirit, and pride boiling over as they looked behind him, and the enemies looked into his eyes and did not let go of their doubts.

Isn’t this just a trick whose principles are unknown? What is Siron trying to do by blinding his vision like this?

The enemies felt that Oui was very uncharacteristic of Shiron. In any dimension, he was too static to be a knight’s sword who claimed to be the sky.

And how many gaps are there?

Slow walking as if very tired, sword swinging heavily on the ground, heavy breathing… … Although only about ten seconds had passed since the start of the five secrets, Siron had completely lost his overwhelming appearance from just a moment ago.

It seemed like the spears of the Demon Gods could go down to the ground at any moment and hit Siron’s head. There was no need for him to go down, and it seemed like it wouldn’t be difficult to snipe him from above.

So Han Changsheng screamed.

Don’t be fooled any further, we are too frightened by Siron Runkandel… … !

To be exact, I tried to scream.

However, his throat seemed to be filled with water and he could only utter a gurgling sound. He was startled and tried to touch his neck and look around, but he couldn’t even do that.

‘body… … It doesn’t move… … !’

The same was true of the other Changsungs, all the other Demon Gods aboard the White Fleet, and even Rondo and the executives who were watching this from inside the portal.

It feels like my whole body is wrapped around something, and no matter how hard I try, all I can do is move. Everyone on the battlefield was frozen like a stone statue.

Only then did the demons realize.

‘It’s not a trick!’

In front of my eyes, everything except Shiron turns white, and my body does not move.

No one has ever experienced something like this. Among the leaders of each dimension, there are those who briefly resisted Keliac of the 33rd dimension, but those who were subdued and surrendered to him have never felt this way.

There are ten spear castles on the battlefield alone, thousands of wizards, and dozens of spear castles and countless demonic troopers waiting inside the portal.

Just one person is making them all freeze.

‘How could this be…’ … This happens.’

No magic power, no aura, no special powers. Siron has not yet released any energy onto the battlefield.

I don’t understand.

However, I was able to respond by somehow finding the reason. Shiron looks very tired now, but at this rate, he could have slaughtered the entire Demon Goddess by himself. No matter how tired you are, you can easily destroy dozens of ships with a single sword.

‘Well, first of all, we’re not the only ones tied up. Even though quite a bit of time has passed, there is no artillery fire or additional attacks from the enemy, and Siron’s power is even binding his allies.’

Rondo thought. The fact that the alliance could not move like the Demon Goddess and that Siron was not yet swinging his sword was the only hope.

‘How does poetry tie it all together? Unless it’s aura, magic, or power… … But why is the field of view not completely closed, but only the perspective is visible? for a moment… … no way?’

Everything on the battlefield has been erased, but only the theory is clearly visible. As if you were standing right in front of me.

Soon Rondo realized what that fact meant.

Presence.

The indescribably vast presence of a knight named Siron Runkandel.

It was overwhelming everyone on the battlefield.

Rondo, who was the first to realize this fact at the Demon Goddess, looked at Shiron once again, feeling his whole body go cold.

But he couldn’t look straight at Siron.

Even though he moved his gaze back to the position where Siron was, all that came into his field of vision was a single, distantly large eye.

Those were Shiron’s eyes.

Since he had not been aware of his presence until just now, Rondo recognized Siron’s appearance as he remembered it.

So, it is only now that we are starting to see the true form of poetics.

Just as an ant cannot accurately see the reality of the human right in front of it, Rondo was now unable to capture the poetry at a glance. At most, he can only face one eye looking down at him.

Those eyes were smiling. As if it was admirable that Mi-mul realized the gap even now.

By that time, other singers of Masindae had also realized the phenomenon. What is weighing you down, what is overwhelming you.

I can only say that it is heaven.

“Ah, ah, ahhh… … !”

“no… … You… … I’m just a human being who has reached great heights… … “Kwaaaah!”

Rondo was struggling.

Among the chants, there were some who vomited blood while trying to move, some who shed tears because their feat of chanting was denied, some who barely stretched out their wands toward Siron’s eyes, and some who were incontinent and drooling profusely without realizing it. .

Masindae thought that if he knew the cause of the phenomenon caused by Siron, it would be possible to respond.

But I can’t respond.

When the sky sends rain, you can use an umbrella, when the sky sends hail, you can hide in a cave, and when the sky sends thunder and lightning, you can close your eyes and plug your ears.

However, the sky itself cannot be eliminated. No matter what you do on earth, the sky exists absolutely and vastly.

On this battlefield, Siron was just such a being.

Until just now, Siron had smiled at Rondo and Changseong who had belatedly realized the gap, but he was by no means a merciful being.

The paddle itself.

Savagery and struggle to cut down anything that stands in the way, the essence of a knight named Siron Runkandel.

He was now lifting up the barisada that had been heavily sweeping the floor. Of course, the enemies can’t even see it, they can only guess from the sudden wind pressure. Now, the sword will fall.

A heavy rain of swords will fall.

Tsuaaaaaaaaaa! Susssut… … !

Countless flashes of light spread across the battlefield.

Siron was swinging his sword at the enemies while keeping his stance low. The trajectory passed by the enemies like light advancing infinitely once the path was opened.

Every time a single beam swept through the enemies, white shining particles poured into the white-tinted field of vision. Those who cannot overcome that presence even for a moment have no choice but to die a meaningless death and be reduced to dust.

Even if it were Changseong, he would inevitably fall down after being cut somewhere on his body by the scattered sword energy.

The only ones whose physical safety is guaranteed are those who have not yet left the portal. However, they too were breathing heavily as they saw the fleet, the wizards, the best of the Demon Gods, and the spears leading them disappearing due to Siron’s sword.

Rather, those who were killed by one sword did not even feel that fear. In some ways, it felt like my body and soul, which had been crushed like an insect bursting by Siron’s presence, were finally liberated by death.

When Siron started using the sword, the frozen demons were able to move their bodies little by little.

And the choice made by the weakest among them was to deliberately move forward. So that I can die as quickly as possible so I can forget all this.

Of course, there were some who were determined to fight back at all costs. However, they faced results not much different from those who had previously thrown themselves into rest.

Only Changseong and some superhumans very close to him were attempting to attack Siron little by little.

However, all attacks from a distance were swallowed up by the sword, and when an attempt was made to close the distance, the head fell off at that moment.

Just as I couldn’t see Siron at a glance because I was weighed down by his presence, it was because I couldn’t tell where and how far his sword was flying.

This cannot be called a fight. Siron was not engaging in battle or war against the Demon Gods, but was clearing them out.

Like the Demon Gods, the Bamul Alliance can now move. Although the field in front of their eyes was still white, the coalition’s spearmen felt that Siron was gradually adjusting their allies’ vision.

“Youngest, move slowly now. “On the right, there’s a guy who was lucky enough to escape.”

At those words, Jin, Luna, and Murakan immediately passed by Siron and rushed in the direction he pointed.

The Tushin class that was with them later passed by Siron and left these words to him.

“This is truly the appearance of the ultimate warrior, Siron Runkandel. “It’s like seeing my old days.”