Swordmaster’s Youngest Son Chapter 841

Chapter 841

Episode 209. Temar’s Seventh Tomb – Keitam’s Painting (14)

Temar glared at Murakan with contempt.

“Can I destroy this month? The Padler’s Kingdom? Could it be that you used such nonsense as a justification for killing your colleagues and family knights?”

Murakan pulled out the barisada stuck in his chest. Temar tried to retrieve the blade that Murakan was holding onto, but the blade wouldn’t budge.

“gibberish… … Yeah, I wish I was bullshit too. Please, I hoped so desperately that all of this would be just a beggarly dream.”

A thousand years ago, black tears flowed down Murakan’s cheeks.

Beyond the blurred vision, what Murakan was looking at was not the Temar in front of him. Mura Khan was facing the truth of the teenage knights he had no choice but to kill himself.

The reason Murakan exterminated Dranax and Kamalgar was because they were ultimately crushed by Ziple’s manipulation of history.

“Dranax, versus… … Why are you doing this? What was the reason you slaughtered them? … ! Besides, not too long ago, they raided allied families, Pyrrhus, Bile, and Raigan, and ordered them to perish.”

Dranax’s eyes widened as if he didn’t understand why Murakan said that.

“What are you talking about? When did I say that?”

“what… … ?”

Outside Dranax’s camp, the blood of the civilians they killed ran rivers. Murakan had seen it just a few minutes ago and had hurriedly descended to the camp.

Even the massacres were not confined to campsites. Most of the towns and cities I saw on the way were turned into ruins of death. It was all Dranax’s route.

“Damn it… … You don’t remember what you just did?”

“Oh, let go! This baby, but it’s hard to hit the zipple guys, but I will die suddenly, and I’m going to talk about it. Are you having a hard time these days? So are you out of your mind?”

“Please don’t do this, Dranax. I can’t do this… … I mean calm down. You’ve been coping with the fabrication of history so far, huh?”

“History manipulation is what history manipulation is. what is that?”

Normal conversation was impossible.

Dranax was completely consumed by Ziple’s manipulation of history. He and Kamalga continued to commit massacres, completely unaware of what they were doing, and without even remembering.

When killing people, members of Dranax and Kamal became monsters. Its body turned purple, and it tore apart people indifferently with its features erased.

Even children became such monsters. Even children who could not hold a sword turned into monsters and roamed the city when the time for the massacre approached.

And once the transformation is over, you won’t remember anything. Even the fact that there is such a thing as ‘history fabrication’.

Rokia described the condition as ‘ghosting’.

“Murakan, those who became the specters of history fabrication said that even witches had no way. The condition will continue to get worse. The slaughter and massacre will also gradually increase in intensity, and if there is no target to kill around, they will eventually harm each other. If even that is not possible, I will harm myself… … .”

Rokia has already completed some experiments by catching those who have been encroached on by Wraithization.

“I even told the witch that I would find and offer any kind of sacrifice, but unless some god we don’t know is resurrected, it’s absolutely impossible to get rid of the Wraithization.”

“The other guys… … damn… … Even if the other guys don’t know, Temar is a human who transcends fate. He said there was no way even him to come back?”

“As the head of the house is a spearhead, there may be variables that even a witch cannot predict. However, the family head has progressed not only to becoming a ghost but also to becoming a demon. Even if they all come back as before, the people they’ve already killed won’t come back to life. You have to admit, Murakan. We lost.”

“Shut up, Rokia.”

“Fadler became a vengeful demon due to the shock of the householder’s destruction of this month, and Dranax, Violo, and Frey became specters of history manipulation. Most of the remaining comrades are also in a dangerous state. Where is the hope? In order to save even the survivors, the war must stop.”

“Shut up!”

“Now that the householder has become a monster, you are the only one who can convince the butler and the rest of your colleagues. Think carefully, what is the right thing to do. While you are ignoring reality, the family lords and our comrades continue the massacre. The people we were trying to protect, the land we were trying to protect, everything is being destroyed with my own hands.”

Murakan didn’t listen to Rokia any more.

I couldn’t hear it. Even if Rokia didn’t tell him, Murakan himself knew better than anyone else.

that there is no more hope.

Ten days later, Murakan visited Dranax again. For those 10 days, Dranax and Kamalga had blood on their hands that shouldn’t be spilled without rest.

Murakan felt an inescapable guilt for them and for those they had killed.

[Sorry, Dranax. As for me… … I can only do this… … .]

“Murakan, everyone suspected you of being a traitor, but I trusted you. Even when your younger brother and family members said they wouldn’t trust you anymore, you got mad and almost knocked them all down. But in the end, it hits the back of the head like this.”

Murakan thought it would be better if Dranax met his end while blaming him.

Rather than dying remembering the slaughter and horrors he had committed without even realizing it, that would certainly be better.

More than anything, Murakan thought he deserved to be resentful and cursed. He was so powerful that he couldn’t stop his comrades from becoming ghosts. Because taking the breath of his comrades is the only thing he can do for himself.

[Dranax, do not forgive me.]

“Even if I close my eyes or open them. I can’t forget the hateful eyes of those guys. Like you now, they must have really felt that I had betrayed them.”

Temar continued to raise his strength to retrieve the sword. The aura and spirit energy condensed on the blade exploded several times and pierced through Murakan’s hand, but Murakan remained motionless.

Violo Runcandel.

When he came to avenge Dranax, Murakan was burying the dead at the hands of Violo.

Violo did not react even when he saw the dead bodies everywhere. He acted as if the bodies didn’t even exist.

“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.”

Murakan’s heart was breaking.

Even while Violo poured out the bitter words he wanted, Murakan silently dug the ground and buried the bodies for a while.

After taking Violo’s life.

I couldn’t bear to bury him there. Murakan flew to an island far away and buried Violo. The tombs of Dranax and Kamalga, which had been made before, had already been found and destroyed by Ziffle without leaving a trace.

Violo’s tomb also did so shortly after. Mura Khan had no strength left to guard the tombs where his comrades were buried.

Sak… … !

Eventually, Barisada’s blade escaped from Murakan’s grip. Temar widened the distance and prepared the spiritual sword again, while Murakan muttered to himself.

“Yes, as you said… … What I did is not justified. Whatever the reason, I couldn’t protect my colleagues. I abandoned those who believed in me and depended on me.”

The reason why people no longer live near the Murakan Mountains.

It was because Temar and the teenage knights, the specters of history manipulation, were committing a massacre.

Refugees were pouring in not only near the Murakan Mountains, but also throughout the Hufester Union.

And Frey was guiding them every day. It was to the point where I couldn’t close my eyes for a moment because I was commanding the battlefield so that the refugees would not get hurt in the attacks of the jiples that continued from everywhere.

when it’s night

The refugees who believed in Frey and followed her died at the hands of her who turned into a specter. When the Wraithization was lifted, Frey thought that all the corpses scattered around had been killed by Murakan.

Like Dranax and Violo, she was driven by a sense of duty to somehow save more innocent people than by resentment against Murakan.

That’s why when Murakan came looking for him, he fought and somehow escaped. To save even one more person from Murakan. Without knowing that he was actually the subject of the massacre.

Murakan was able to kill the fleeing Frey as much as he could.

Each time, Murakan couldn’t follow her all the way. She couldn’t bear to pursue and crush the desperate heart in her eyes to save people. Even though she knew that if she let go of her, more of her people would die in the end, her already broken heart couldn’t get her way.

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

[Frey, that’s right. All of this is manipulation. I’m crazy about Zipple’s manipulation of history, and you’ve saved countless people from me. So now… … rest.]

“If I had known this, I wouldn’t have liked you… … If only I knew I would hate you like this.”

The black smoke escaping from Murakan was once again cut by Temar’s spiritual sword.

The Murakan of a thousand years ago no longer felt pain.

It was because there was no more heart left to suffer. The already devastated mind was thinking of only one duty.

It was a sense of duty to give Temar and his colleagues rest. Only the sense of mission to stop their slaughter and protect the rest was making Murakan move.

was making a fight.

“You are the last, Temar. I hope you will be the last. And I have already visited you over ten times. Believing that you, as much as you, can once again cut through this terrible fate. I, I really did enough. Still, I just can’t help it. Today, I will definitely kill you and end the war. We will be completely erased from history.”

Murakan transformed into his true form and spread two pairs of wings. All the black smoke absorbed by the Spirit Sword quickly disappeared into the darkness of Spirituality.