Chapter 470

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Whoa... !

The shadow force that was released from Murakan began to color the sky as if black paint had been dissolved in a transparent water jar.

It was very fast. In an instant, it became dark as if it had become a moonless night, and Murakan's amber eyes stood out.

Murakan's pumpkin-colored eyes flickered amid the darkness, resembling the eyes of a grim reaper, to those who gazed up at him under the darkened sky.

-If I tell you to wipe all of them out, from then on, you can use all the comments after the 100th freely.

-The comments after the 100th number? They all seem to be about death and destruction.

-Right. You have to use those comments appropriately and really kill them all if possible. Just leave around five people who are not very important in each faction.

-Hmph, kid. You seem to be mistaken. That's something I can do well without separate instructions. Rather, it seems that your comments are used by trash who try to look powerful. True experts like me will instill fear more plainly.

-I know, but I said it because you needed a bluff.

- What, bluffing?

-You're really not as strong as you were in your prime, yet. Until you find all the strength, let's try to act on it as much as possible. You know your reputation is on the verge of breaking through the sky after the Black King incident, right?

- Tsk, I don't like it. Anyway, I'll follow your advice. I am Murakan, the worst nightmare that a mortal can experience, and you all will become lifeless spirits that can never dream again. How did you choose the same nonsense comments?

- Wasn't it number 107? It doesn't seem bad. Anyway, when you kill the enemies, use techniques that make you look as imposing as possible. Inefficient but grand and cool.

- All right, all right.

The conversation they had when making comments.

Murakan said he didn't like it, but in fact, he felt a subtle satisfaction with the fact that his prestige had risen significantly after the Black Kings incident.

Of course, compared to the majesty of his prime, he was far from it now, not even worth mentioning. However, he felt degraded when people, who did not know him, treated him like an ordinary dragon, (though there were very few such occasions).

In a way, the opportunity to raise that satisfaction level even further had now arrived.

[I am Murakan.]

Vortexes were forming all over the pitch-black sky.

Hundreds of vortexes were created in an instant, and a huge dark awl was coming out of the middle of all the vortexes.

They were black awls that would spawn on the ground following Murakan's will.

[The worst nightmare that a mortal can experience.]

A solemn yet eerie voice weighed heavily on the entire island. It even echoed in all directions riding on the curtain of shadow force, and the beasts and insects of the island hurriedly hid themselves from the gloomy vibration.

Birds flew out of the island, and wild animals and insects burrowed into deep burrows.

Once he had regained 50% of his strength. It seemed that all the movements of the insignificant creatures were conveyed to him.

The sound of a flock of birds frantically flapping their wings as they took flight, the sensation of small animals digging their burrows with their front paws to seek refuge, and the scurrying and flying of insects delving deeper into the woods.

Murakan felt it all while floating in the sky. He was savoring it.

These were the senses that he was often enjoying instead of music or magazines a thousand years ago. He completely forgot about it Until he got back 50% of his strength.

So Murakan waited quietly for a while.

He waited for the small creatures to have enough time to escape, and he also checked the positions of the small creatures who couldn't escape to ensure that they would not die when the massacre began.

The movements of the insignificant creatures become so clear.

So, he couldn't help but feel the fear of the people beneath him.

'He created this kind of intimidation just by exerting his power...! The imperial dragons weren't afraid for nothing.'

'They say his heart was injured, but is this really the power of an injured dragon? Did he recover?'

'It's scary, scary, save me!'

The members of the imperial family, Zipfels, and Kinzelo's beastmen thought so.

Their heartbeat and trembling felt like a good melody to hear.

'Yeah, that's how it felt. The feeling that I can kill and spare everything at will!'

His tail stiffened and his chest trembled at the thrilling sensation he had felt for the first time in a thousand years.

He still wouldn't be able to savor this feeling against the world's best powerhouses, but right now he was like the god of the Gaifa Archipelago.

All of Jin's enemies are extremely nervous, unable to open their mouths.

Only one person, Sandra Zipfel, continued to spew curses relentlessly.

"Midor Elnor, you ungrateful bastard! I'm warning you in advance, don't activate the tower master's staff without my permission. Huh? I'll cut your throat with a sashimi knife and put it in the middle of Drakka Square."

She seemed completely uninterested in her served arm.

Her amputation had been somewhat healed, and she had only stopped the bleeding with normal healing magic rather than the power of time.

She didn't just keep pouring curses on Midor. She also spoke in an endlessly sweet voice to Jin.

"There was a bit of a problem with our date because of the bastard who isn't even worth feeding to the dogs. Will you generously understand with a heart as good as your face?"

It would be better not to get involved with this human in any way.

Such an instinctive signal was ringing loudly in Jin's mind.

Not only did he shiver down his spine, but he was also experiencing an odd kind of fear for the first time, to the point that his entire body was covered in goosebumps.

"By the way, where were we?"

"That, um. The Demon God's orb."

"Ah, that's right. Demon God's orb. The trouble we went through to make it without Kinzelo..."

"Lady Sandra! No, you mad woman! Could you tone it down...?!"

Midor's urgent cries mean Sandra is about to reveal another secret, and Murakan realizes that the little creatures have either left or settled down.

[You will become a dead person who can never dream again.]

Murakan finished the 107th comment.

Then he scanned the ground with satisfied eyes. It was to mark the spots where the awls would fall.

Black and sharp awls began to rain from the vortexes of shadow force.

Each vortex was relentlessly spewing out one giant awl and hundreds of smaller ones that formed around it.

From a distance, it seemed as if a swarm of locusts attacked the islands out of nowhere.

What was even more terrifying was the fact that these awls were falling without making any sound. 'Silence' was one of the most superior attributes of power, known as shadows, and shadow force.

"No, stop it!"

"Damn it, save Lady Sandra!"

"Gaaah!"

Despite the deluge of awls, all that could be heard were cries and the sound of destruction.

Usually, some degree of collateral damage is expected, even among allies when using magic spells or techniques of this magnitude.

However, none of the awls of shadow force had fallen on the side where the knights of Runcandel were standing.

They were falling while maintaining a distance of less than a hand from Runcandels. It was as if an umbrella had been put over only on the side of Runcandel.

Naturally, the eyes of the Runcandels could only be directed towards Jin and Murakin.

Especially at Jin. In some aspects, he appeared even more menacing than Murakan, who was busy raining down awls. Jin was standing with an indifferent expression and savoring the sight of his enemies being slain.

For the Runcandels, it felt as if they had sneaked a peek at the hierarchical relationship.

'Even if the youngest gives an order like that, does he act without a hint of discomfort? It is known that the relationship between a Guardian Dragon and their contractor typically places the former in a somewhat subordinate role, but isn't this a case of complete master and servant!'

More than just stabbing and penetrating, Murakan's awl was literally 'grinding' enemies.

Even if I combine all the Guardian Knights and Enforcement Knights belonging to me, will I be able to keep up with one of Murakan's attack?

Vigo was convinced that he could never do that.

'My guardian knights can't even be compared, and maybe even my eldest brother's forces...'

They might not be able to handle Murakan.

Vigo had a sudden thought.

Of course, it wasn't the correct conclusion. Even if Murakan had regained 50% of his strength, Joshua had black knights, the best enforcement knights of the clan, and the elite guardian knights.

If Murakan can deal with them all alone, Jin would become the patriarch the very next day.

Vigo was mistaken and really intimidated by the overwhelming force that he hadn't seen in a long time. And that misunderstanding would become one of the big rumors circulating in the Garden of Swords after his return.

Sandra was also being torn apart.

"Uh, ooh, what, do, think about, marry me."

Surprisingly, she kept regenerating her body just as she had been doing all along, and her gaze fixed on Jin.

"Aaah!"

"Ugh!"

The elders who ran to her rescue left out a scream of agony while opening a protective shield. They needed to rescue Sandra because it was Midor's command, but in reality, the elders were powerless.

Midor knew that too.

The pure-blood is being torn in front of his eyes, but he just gave an order because he didn't know what troubles would come his way after they return if he didn't take any action. He also needed to create a justification.

So many were sacrificed to save Sandra, but in the end, she was in no condition to command the operation. Thus, he had to take command in her place.

"7th magic tower master, this is enough. Even if you command now, the patriarch and the elders will understand...!"

"We will be wiped out at this rate. Lady Sandra's regeneration isn't infinite. We have to use that method to save her!"

An elder said, looking at the awl that had penetrated the protective shield.

Midor couldn't do anything but nod as if he had no choice, biting his lips tightly.

-Considering that the colossal form is gone, it is highly likely that the Great Mercenary Amela has already been defeated by Murakan! The 7th Tower Magic Master, I know you want to avenge the former Master of the 7th magic Tower, but you must step back now!

-7th Magic Tower master!

- Hold your ground!

That method was the very reason why Midor refused to give up even after seeing the accidentally collaborated flames of Murakan and Jin from the beginning.

"Whew."

Midor took a breath. He was trying to control his breathing, which was rough with excitement that he could finally get his revenge.

It might be better this way. If Sandra had just asked him to retreat, Midor would have had to leave without any chance for retribution, leaving his nemesis right in front of his eyes.

"All right."

Midor said as he took something out of his pocket.