CHAPTER 465

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Jin barely twisted his sword.

If he hadn't changed the trajectory, the blade would have cut and burned Amela in one fell swoop. Jin felt relieved that he had saved Amela, but he was worried if Murakan would be able to handle flames of hell.

"Ah, this is insane!"

Indeed, Murakan is Jin's guardian dragon. He knew exactly what Jin wanted even though Jin only called his name.

Whoa!

Murakan threw himself at Amela and quickly transformed into his true form.

[I just saved the snake-eyes, but now you are suddenly asking me to take care of her too, uh!]

Bang!

Murakan swung his front paw, and he tossed Amela towards the Proch siblings.

Amela bounced like a ball, and the sound of her bones being broken echoed, but she regenerated in an instant.

If she had been touched by the flames of hell, she would not have been able to regenerate.

The moment she fell between Proch siblings, she instinctively knew she could survive.

I surrender, please stop.

The reason Amela said that to Jin was because of intuition.

She felt that she would not survive if she moved her body recklessly in fear or trying to forcefully resist. Somehow, she had a feeling that if begged Jin like this, he might extend a helping hand.

Her intuition was right on mark.

[Kraaaaaa-!]

Murakan had no choice but to exert all his strength in his lower abdomen and roar like a maniac.

It was because the shadow force and blue flames were spreading like a tidal wave from Bradamante. Now Murakan had taken Amela's place and was bearing the flames of hell.

Blue flames quickly covered the core of the muddy aura and the space where they were standing at a high speed.

The muddy aura surrounding them was quickly retreating as if insects were hiding from light.

It meant that the flame of hell that Murakan had to block was huge.

Murakan's amber eyes were stained black with shadow force. The shadow force curtain he created was even denser than the blue flames.

But, blue flames tore the curtain too easily.

However, when the curtain was torn, it immediately reformed and continued to block the incoming flames.

[Kid, stop, please!]

Each time the curtain was torn apart, the flames of hell were getting closer and closer to Murakan.

 Like a rope is burning.

For the first time in a while, Murakan was thinking 'No matter how great I was, my prime had longed passed, and if I get hit directly by something like that with a body that hasn't fully recovered...'

Murakan shivered and shook his head. He thought that he might have to endure the torture of Misha under the pretext of treating minor injury, or even worse.

Maybe I just have a light or moderate injury, and I could have a happy and enjoyable time while receiving Strawberry Pie's care. Maybe I'm worrying too much for nothing about the kid's flames?

The moment Murakan thought so, the fire that became even more ferocious colored his vision blue. He was so dumbfounded that he laughed out loud.

There is no way that could happen. If he did not stop it with all his might, it could become a stain that could never be erased from the history of the great black dragon, Murakan.

(Black Dragon Murakan, seriously injured by being hit by the sword of his contractor... Was he really the king of the sky a thousand years ago?)

(Kelliark Zipfel's Fire Dragon Kadun's testimony, 'He's actually weak', is it the truth?)

(Jin Runcandel, as a contractor of Solderet, severely punishes the negligent Guardian Dragon, and establishes the hierarchy like Runcandel.)

(The 12th flagbearer defeated his Guardian Dragon with a single sword. Who is protecting whom? Many Guardian Dragons in the world, including the Black Dragon Murakan, should be wary...)

Murakan instantly thought of a future in which such nonsense articles flooded the world.

He could not bear such disgrace, having reigned as the king of sky for over 3,000 years. He would rather die than live with such humiliation.

The curtain of shadow force was no longer able to block the flames of hell. Flames poured through the torn curtain, and Murakan had no choice but to take it as it is, protecting his body with shadow force.

He howled in pain as the flames touched his scales. He felt a terrible pain as if needles were piercing and scratching all over his body.

[Kaaaah!]

His black heavy body trembled as he pushed the flames away. Even his clenched teeth trembled unsteadily, and it felt like cold sweat dripping down his scales.

His crumpled face was more bizarrely distorted because of the effort.

He was convinced that if he took even one step back, it would be the end. He was not going to die, but Amela would be reduced to ashes and not even her bones left.

"Murakan...!"

Jin called to Murakan once again with a worried heart.

[Do not talk to me! Because it breaks my concentration!]

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

Jin was reabsorbing some of the energy used in flame of hell while avoiding internal injuries.

However, the technique was so great and he executed it with all his might, so it was like trying to pour the spilled wine into the bottle. He may be able to collect a few drops, but most of it was already gone.

'Ha! This Amela or something should be worth this much….. she looked like a grasshopper, though. Now, hold on. What's this sound!?'

Burst!

An unsettling sound like something was cracking or shattering came from deep within his chest.

It was near the heart. And it wasn't the first time Murakan had heard something like this.

'Shit!, my heart...!'

He heard a similar sound when his heart was shattered by Temar. His scales bristled because of the looming anxiety.

But something strange was happening.

If there was a crack in the heart, his strength should be weaken rapidly, but rather he feels like something gushing like a fountain that never runs dry, or an oil field burst in the middle of the desert!

The power he had used to block the flames and protect himself was now gushing from the heart. He felt a pleasure and fullness of the shadow force that soars from the heart and spreads throughout the body. It tingles down his spine.

'Could it be my old strength returning! My strength!'

The thing that had shattered near his heart was a safety mechanism created by his detested sister, Misha.

When Misha had performed surgery on him, she had implemented a safety mechanism to prevent him from using too much power, and potentially damaging his heart again.

At the time, Misha felt that 40% was a safe limit. She judged that if he used more than 40% of his old strength, his heart, which had begun to recover, could be broken again.

Now, Murakan had unwittingly released one of the safety mechanisms because he felt so threatened. Moreover, the reason the safety mechanism was unlocked wasn't because Murakan had forced himself to use more power in response to the danger. It was because heart had already recovered to the extent that Misha had initially anticipated, a 50% safety limit.

A difference of 10% is by no means small. Just as the wall between 10-star and 9-stars is like the sky.

Kuhaha, haha, hahahahahahaha-!

Suddenly Murakan burst into laughter.

The muddy aura, which had been backed down because of the flames, was completely removed, and the core they were standing cracked like broken glass, and the Gaifa Islands regained its original colors.

In other words, the sky is open all over the place.

The figure of the giant Bubare which was standing tall in the middle of the central island and intimidating the four major forces, began to become transparent as if it would soon disappear.

The giant Bubare almost stopped his movements from the time Jin dealt with Amela in the first place, but now it is about to disappear altogether.

Amidst this, the entire island trembled with the laughter of Murakan.

The forces of four major factions who were struggling with all their might were left in astonishment.

"This sound!"

"6th flagbearer, this is the voice of the clan guardian deity, Lord Murakan!"

"Could it be….. the youngest...!"

Vigo and the knights of Runcandel also opened their eyes wide.

"Black Dragon Murakan? Jin Runcandel is here too!"

"Commander, the contractors among the imperial mages have told us to avoid black dragon unconditionally if we come across it during a mission!"

"Even the fire dragon and blue dragon of Zipfel were afraid and ran away at the time of the Black Kings incident not too long ago...!"

The members of Vermont were also frightened.

"Wow, tiger king! Oh, I can't stand because my legs are numb!"

"You stupid red-tail bastards, don't you come to your senses? Tiger king! If even you lot tremble at the sight of these... oh, what would happen if the mighty tiger king also got scared!"

"You, you guys surely tremble too! Well, if they come closer...! I can smell the scent of the Plutonian tribe! We have to run!"

Kinzelo's beastmen, especially the red tiger tribe, were immediately terrified and fell into an extreme panic attack.

Unlike the white wolf tribe, the Red Tiger tribe only has good fighting power, but they lack the spirit of a warrior. It is also a racial characteristic, but the Red tiger tribe had a more sensitive intuition to fear or crisis than the white wolf tribe.

"Ha, Black Dragon? Then….. Jin….. Runcandel is here…"

Lastly Zipfel, among them Midor Elner gnashed his teeth with reddened eyes as soon as he heard Murakan's laughter.

Who is Jin Runcandel and Murakan?

They are the arch nemesis of Myuron Zipfel, his most beloved brother in the world.

"Even the fire dragon Theo and the blue dragon Laramaqua just retreated after encountering Murakan. We have to retreat, magic tower master!"

"Seeing that the giant shape has disappeared, it is highly likely that the great mercenary Amela has already been defeated by Murakan!

Hwareuk!

Midor ignited the flames with his mana.

"The 7th Magic Tower Master!"

"Hold your ground!"

The mages of the 7th Magic Tower, both elders and commanders, were trying to stop Midor.

But there was one woman, who was laughing at Midor.

Midor watched her cautiously, even when his anger was boiling over his head.

"...If Lady Sandra tells us to retreat, we will do so."

"Kyahaha! Anyway, you are well trained, bastard. You're still conscious of me in this situation, Hmmm? I'm quite satisfied."

Her name was Sandra Zipfel, the daughter of Kelliark.

The moment Sandra smiles and tries to say something.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the earthquake that shook the entire island became even more powerful.

It was a phenomenon that occurred as Murakan pushed the 'flame of hell' that he was blocking with his body.

And he unintentionally also unlocked the safety mechanism of his heart. He was soaring into the sky with the flame of hell.

In addition, the flames mixed with Murakan's shadow force and became darker, so there were not many traces of blue flames.

[I am Murakan!]

Murakan shouted as he tossed the flame he was holding onto the ground.

People had no choice but mistakenly think that it was some kind of technique that Murakan was using, not Jin.

"Avoid...!"

"Tiger king! Protest the elite warriors! Not again! White wolfs take care of the Red tigers!"

"Shield, shield! Hurry up!"

"Damn it! Get together and open shield!"

The forces of four major factions had no choice but to be frightened when they saw the flames thrown by Murakan.

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