Published at 4th of February 2022 12:01:50 PM

It was a strangely friendly way of speaking.

Unlike Shilderay, who treated the intruder as if he were the guardian of the tomb, the guardian in front of his eyes showed a welcome sign as if he had met an old friend.

'If it's Sarah... ...it's the name I heard from the first tomb's recording device. "Luncandel, who took five horsemen to the tower of the story of three hundred dragons."

In fact, Sarah was smiling at Murakhan. Young-gi's face and a strange smile were all tangled up like blood.

"What do you mean, late?"

[Because I killed all those junkies before you got here. Oh, I swept it with Padler, to be exact. You're late again, man. Where'd you goofing off this time?]

"Sara."

[Fadler's a little hurt. I'm as steady as I always am, but I think you and your family should train me for that weak bone.]

Sarah, wake up!

The moment Murakan was about to shout, Jean grabbed him by the shoulder.

said with eyes. Murakan, that man is not the real Sarah you know, but the guardian who imitated him.

The evidence was that the spirit flowed instead of blood.

Just as it was painful for Jin to cut himself even though he knew that his opponent was a mirage at the Mitra Great Membrane, Murakan was surrounded by similar feelings.

Because it was so much like the real Sarah Looncandel. His way of speaking, his behavior, his way of dealing with himself.

Being indebted with spirit is indistinguishable from the real.

It's not just the appearance, it's even more if you're in a state of mixed spirits.

[Murakan, why aren't you answering? You're not going to say that it's too late, are you?]

"......you must have fought too long, Sarah Looncandel."

said Quikantel as he stepped forward to Murakan. She also remembered Sarah.

The guardian hesitated and turned to Quikantel.

[Oh, who is this?] Quikantel? What brings you to the battlefield? Though the fight is over.]

Murakan and Quikantel felt miserable.

A thousand years.

The time when the guardian kept the second tomb alone in this dark space.

The whole body was full of wounds and thousands of white bones all over the place were proving the terrible fight. Even the guardian's sword was broken, leaving only half the sword.

The guardian could not distinguish the past from the present, nor sometimes remembered what his mission was.

Just like now.

It wasn't normal, so to speak.

A thousand years ago, he was the master who endured all those years alone since he killed the sorceresses of the Jipple who attacked the tomb.

[What are those friends who are all over the place?] I've never seen these faces before.]

As the guardian approached, he seemed determined.

Murakan spread his wings as he transformed into his true self. Quikantel also transformed to reveal Eun-ryong's dignity.

[My old comrade, Sarah Looncandel. Sorry I'm late. I'll help you put down your old baggage.]

At Murakan's words, the guardian stopped walking.

Seeing her a little closer, she looked more seriously injured than the party thought. If you were bleeding, not spirit, standing would feel like a miracle.

[Suddenly] What are you talking about?.]

[Listen to the sword.]

[What? You want to play me?]]

Behind Murakan's back was a whirlpool of spirit.

the liberation of one's

The Guardian must know that it is the power that Murakan unfolds when he must kill his enemies.

[Are you kidding me?]

[Jin, and everybody listen carefully. Even with serious injuries, Sarah was a must-have figure when discussing the strongest of the old Looncandel teen stories. Don't even think about dealing poorly.]

I wondered if it would be possible to fight with that body. Even a black broken tooth.

However, he has faced thousands of wizards in a single stroke.

Sreung! Sneak!

The party pulled out their weapons in unison.

Silence flowed between the party and the guardian in a moment.

Soon, huge speculation began to spread from the guardian's body like a tidal wave.

[Somehow...... now I get it. Murakan, you're not late. I waited on purpose. The fight is over until I'm tired.]

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

All of a sudden Sarah's sword gave off a glow. If Murakhan had not unfolded the curtain with spirit, most of the party would have closed their eyes reflexively to cover up the light.

And if the guardian had been in good condition, every single one who had closed his eyes would have been decapitated. Sarah Looncandel's martial arts in her heyday were close to Changseong.

[Did you fall for the bystander?] Or is your big brother afraid of Jipple? Everyone believed in you, you filthy traitor.]

Every word, every word, was a story of digging up Murakhan's chest.

The back of the Murakan, covered with spirit, felt very small and cloudy.

Every time he faced an unforgettable past, Murakhan was in a heart of beating with a knife-sharp grief.

The guardian raised the blazing sword.

[You'll have to be prepared. Even though I was betrayed by my comrades and my whole body was crushed, I am Sarah Looncandel.]

Fluttering!

The sword dyed with an oracle was once again covered with flames.

Like the spirit of Murakan, which is swirling at the same time, the fiery balls of fire soared near Sarah.

'Magic!'

She was pure blood before Looncandel had a humiliating covenant with the Jipple.

It was a horse prosecutor.

[Gilly, Alisa and Kashmir protect Enya and Jet. Chin, cover us!]

Quikantel shouted, gathering his breath. Murakhan had already made thousands of awls in spirit and aimed at the guardian.

The awl fell to the ground without a sign or a sound. A dark awning, likely to encroach on anything, aimed at the body of the wounded guardian.

But it was a single sword.

It is that the guardian erased all the flood of spikes like rain.

The broken sword was no problem for her.

The flames from the wielded sword did not dampen the fierce spirit even after removing the awl.

A sea of fire spread out out of nowhere.

The fire of the guardian held together the heat of turning the object into ashes, and the art of splitting it in half.

A sharp fire, having the property to apply such strange expressions.

It was followed by a scene of two forces tangled in spirits, fire and air, eating each other. Quikantel exhaled the power of time by exhaling his breath, stopping the guardian fire for a short time.

But there were too many fires.

It goes beyond the limits of Quikantel's power. Even if one fire stopped, the other was suffocating the battlefield.

It was hard to believe even with my eyes. Even with such severe injuries, the guardian showed a powerful force against the two dragons.

salve sara looncandel

The name people used to call her a thousand years ago.

Although long fighting and solitude did not allow one to exert all one's strength, the name was also completely lost in history by Jipple.

The fire she had was still shining in this lonely space.

[Murakan, what are you doing?] This can't be the only strength you have. Do you feel guilty about old times?]

Flames were mounting as soon as the candle passed. The power of Murakan and Quikantel is being pushed back by the increasingly expanding flames.

[Or are you sympathizing with me!

[Not like that, Sarah.]

[Or what? If you decide to turn your back on Looncandel, do it right, Murakan!]

Sarah took a leap and bared evil.

The nettle! The blow sent Murakan hurriedly out the shield, and Quikantel turned to bite her.

Sarah, using her flame as a prop, moved freely in the air and struck the sword.

It looked as if the flames were spitting out. The dragons' claws and teeth collided with the sword, creating a frowning roar, and the ground was already exhausted by the shock wave that reached the ground.

Scrape!

A ray of epilepsy caused a crack in the flames and spirits.

a bolt from the blue

Sarah slowed down to look at the ground before her sudden brain battle.

[Myeongwang's power] Why is there someone who uses this force in the jipple?]

[That's not a jiffle, that's a looncandel. Gene. He's the descendant of Looncandel you've protected.]

[Jin? There's no one in Looncandel who uses that name.]

[Sara, a thousand years have already passed outside. This is Themeer's grave, and we follow the arrangement of the Soldier....]

[No matter how tired I am, you must think my mind is broken. It was only two days ago that I and Padler came here under the command of the patriarch. You'll see all those bodies, right? In the end, the jipple will collapse. By us!]

Even though she was the guardian of the tomb, she did not realize that Themeer had died.

The world of guardians was still staying a thousand years ago. It was stopped in those heartbreaking years when he led the Looncandel horsemen with Themer and raised Looncandel's name.

It was cruel.

All Jean and her colleagues can do for the guardian is to provide her with rest as soon as possible.

The guardian went down to the ground and made eye contact with the Qin.

[Tell me your real name, boy of the Zipple.]

"The 12th Runkandel, Gene Looncandel."

[You lie to the end. Yeah, this is how your jeeps always do it. He's trying to paint the world with lies. You must be coveting the name of Looncandel now.]

"No matter what Lord Sarah thinks, my name does not change. I'm the new contractor for Solderlet, the one who came here to inherit the will of the old Looncandel."

New spirits were enveloped on the blade of Sigmund's brain-drenched blade.

The figure gave Sarah a twitch in her eye.

[Spirit....]

She could not accept Jean's use of spirit.

If Themere were alive, Solderlet would still only be giving him his protection.

Only one instead. A way to use Young-ki, even if he is not a contractor of Solderlet, came to mind.

[Witch, that's what he did.]

Helluram, that creepy, dreary monster. As Sarah knows, the witch Heluram was the only one who could handle Young-ki without signing a contract with Soldert.

Fluttering....!

Suddenly a fire spread all over Sarah.

Jean saw it and was ready to open the sword.

[This body will meet its end here today. One, you must get rid of it.]

When the guardian's whole body was on fire, Murakan freed his spirit to the fullest and wrapped himself around his colleagues. Quikantel was also roaring with his eyes shining.

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