Swordmaster’s Youngest Son Chapter 840

Chapter 840

Episode 209. The Seventh Tomb of Temar – Keitam’s Painting (13)

When you reach the end of the spirit sword, soul slashing becomes a power rather than a swordsmanship.

That power is to take the life of an opponent whose will is weaker than the caster’s. Even if the absolute power of the target surpasses the caster, it cannot prevent the soul from being cut.

And, among mortals, Temar was definitely the one who came closest to the end of the Spirited Sword.

Murakan was also aware of that fact, so he was conscious of cutting the soul from beginning to end.

It was because he personally confirmed that Elona Ziple, who was clearly stronger than Temar in the past, was nearly killed by a soul slash.

At that time, as soon as the soul cut unfolded, Elona Ziple screamed and showed a disturbed appearance.

And now Murakan was the same.

[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa… … !]

Murakan, who had never shown signs of being tired or pushed back in such a long battle, let out a scream in pain for the first time.

Every time Murakan screamed and bent his body, something like black smoke rose from his body, which Barisada’s blade drew in.

As the smoke hit the blade, Murakan felt the pain increase. Instinctively, Murakan recognized that Temar was slashing his soul.

It wasn’t physically painful.

The things I tried to ignore, the things I never want to remember again.

It was a while ago for Murakan in the landscape, and it was a thousand years ago for Murakan today. Then and now, to Murakan, it was a memory that was no different from an upheaval.

Temar was clearly aware of that. He says that if he wants to defeat Murakan, he has no choice but to strike directly into his soul with the spirit sword.

Breaking the heart was the problem after that.

“You seem to have feelings.”

[Doc… … hit… … !]

“Which day are you facing? Was it the day that all of Dranax and his family, the Kamalga, were slaughtered? Or is it the day you brutally murdered Violo, who came to take revenge on you?”

nodded… … !

As they talked about the two, Temar gnashed his teeth involuntarily. Thinking of those who had been beaten by Murakan made uncontrollable anger soar.

However, I had to suppress my emotions so that the demonization would not develop. If she ever fell into the demonic torch again, she would become a monster just like Murakan.

Above all, this is the moment for revenge. Temar couldn’t forgive himself if he messed with his anger. It seemed that he would not be able to face the comrades, knights, and people who trusted and relied on him.

That’s why, even though Temar immediately seized the victory, he carefully deployed the spiritual sword. If you watch out for his demonization, even if it is slow, you will surely be able to end Murakan’s breath.

As Temar said, Murakan was facing the day he killed Dranax and Violo.

Dranax began using Runcandel’s name instead of Kamal, but members of Kamalga still regarded Dranax as their leader.

His brother, Keaton Kamal, the new head of the household, did not find it uncomfortable. He was rather proud of his older brother, and Dranax also visited the southern Hugh Fester whenever he had time to relax with his family.

The Kamal became one of Runkandel’s most important allied houses, all of whom, like Dranax, aspired to be at the forefront of the battlefield.

Murakan reveled in calling Dranax and Kamalga a bunch of idiots.

Before deciding to kill both Dranax and Kamalgar, Murakan had been very close to them.

“Murakan… … ! How could you guys do this! My older brother believed in you more than I did. Brother, if I had to choose between you and our Kamalga, maybe you… … He would have chosen you. Saying it’s for the world! How can you, such a bastard, treat Dranax older brother?”

Black tears flowed from Murakan’s eyes.

But Temar’s sword continued to wound his soul. As the black smoke repeatedly cut and scattered like paper, Mura Khan was buried in painful memories that kept getting clearer even when he closed his eyes.

[Dranax… … What have I done to you?]

“Dranax… … Yes, it must have had enough power to offend you. But why did you kill Kamalga? He didn’t even leave a child alive. You bastard Dranax to that idiot… … what… … resentment… … it’s that deep What the hell did Kamal’s children do?”

Violo, who came for revenge, was unable to speak for a while, crying.

“You were friendly. Even though we cursed at each other and often hit each other, we never truly hated each other. At least Dranax and all of our colleagues believed so. One day, when the day comes when we die fighting Zipple, you will be the one who will remain until the end to take revenge and honor our souls. If revenge is impossible even for you, then you will survive until the end and at least remember us… … .”

“Yes, Violo. i don’t remember all So go to sleep now.”

“No, forget us. Even if we die anyway, we can’t forget you. I don’t want to be remembered by you. Even if I become a specter, I will curse you again and again. The future that Solderlet wants will eventually come to a dark end, drenched in curses and blood.”

[Violo… … ! I couldn’t help it, I really couldn’t help it!]

“I don’t know what the circumstances are about your inability to do anything about it, but whatever it is, it can’t justify what you did. Even Zipple would not have been so cruel.”

Dark red bloody tears flowed from Temar’s eyes. He was barely maintaining a close gap between demonization and rationality.

“Has killing people become nothing more than a game for you, Murakan? People say that when you look at your wings, there’s nothing left but ashes. You never let even a child live.”

Frey Runcandel.

Even in the midst of internal strife, she tried hard to save people somehow. When the hopelessly suffering people desperately wanted her, she relieved their burdens with a heavy heart, and on the battlefield, where her eyes were directed, there were always the weakest who would have the most difficulty surviving.

“No, maybe you were like that from the beginning. How frustrated have you been hiding your ugly bare face? But if you look at us now… … That would probably be a good enough reward. There is no greater reward than hurting and trampling on the people who were tricked by you into giving everything.”

Ever since he was born, Frey has shown so much mercy and love to the world. But among them, only once, Murakan, was the one who loved someone of the opposite s*x.

She stood up to Murakan far more fiercely than Dranax and Violo had died before.

Instead of ending it in one battle, he made a promise to the next by somehow escaping whenever he was driven into danger. On some days, he could have survived because he had an epiphany just before he was killed.

But it didn’t last very long. In the end, Frey was killed by Murakan’s black chain.

“What I’m going through right now… … all… … you are… … Zipple’s operation… … Yes, tell me… … .”

Murakan, transformed into a human, sat down and cried hoarsely. The Murakan of a thousand years ago and the Murakan of today could do nothing but cry and suffer.

Before anyone knew it, Temar had cut most of the black smoke between him and Murakan. A few more steps now and he could cut Mura Khan’s heart.

Jin and the teenage knights held their breath, as if they were actually standing right next to them, not as observers.

Looking at the circumstances revealed so far, Murakan is clearly a traitor, and it is true that he murdered the teenage knights. It was Murakan who killed innocent people and made all Hufester tremble in fear.

nevertheless.

For some reason, Jin and the teenage knights were rooting for Murakan from a thousand years ago. I hoped he wouldn’t collapse like this, and I hoped he wouldn’t fall into a long, predestined slumber, stabbed by Temar.

It was because he was sure that something was wrong with Murakan. It may not be justifiable as Temar said, but I couldn’t imagine that Murakan would have done such a thing without reason.

All the auras that formed the sub-space were focused on cutting the soul.

As the darkness lifted, the landscape revealed was a vast and desolate land that looked like a gray desert. Not even a handful of vitality could be found.

“Murakan, the memories of you came to me riding the sword. Dranax, Violo, and Frey. Colleagues and friends whom I sent in vain without even saying hello. Even if I cut you a thousand or ten thousand times, the pain of losing them won’t go away. The pain they suffered will never be erased.”

well… … !

Barisada dug into Murakan’s chest. Her heart, weakened by her transformation, was pierced. Even the hardest heart in its true form would have been the same.

Murakan was motionless, as if he felt no pain.

“Yes, it will… … .”

“If I twist my sword, you will perish. It’s unfair that I can’t inflict more pain on you and have to end it like this. One last question… … Why did you do that?”

Temar’s hand holding the sword trembled. The pupils above the dried bloody tears were empty.

“What the hell is that unavoidable situation? Did you do these things for the future a thousand years from now? What on earth does that have to do with this terrible betrayal and massacre?”

“I’m like a thousand years from now… … I don’t know. I don’t even know the truth of the world that you learned through the witch.”

“Then why?”

“Why… … ?”

Murakan slowly raised his head and looked up at Temar.

“Temar, here we are… … Do you know where?”

“This is the land where you will die.”

“Themar… … here, here It looks like a land of death with only ashes left… … This land was once called Idal. Ruled by the Fadler, whom he loved more than life. His homeland, the Kingdom of Idal… … .”

And Temar, you made this month just like this.

Murakan continued talking behind his back and grabbed Barisada’s blade with both hands.

“That’s why I can’t die right now… … Even though I’m mad to want to die. Temar. I’m sorry, before you do more terrible things, before you’re more broken, before your enemies take advantage of you. i have to stop Because I am your guardian dragon.”