Published at 4th of February 2022 12:00:11 PM

'Thanks to the armor, it's much easier to erase my presence with spirit.'

Again, the fighters failed to respond quickly to Jin's move.

It was partly due to Qin's move at a tremendous speed, but reading his pale presence with spirit was as difficult as feeling the shadow behind him.

Shiaq....!

With the blade of an Orser-drenched Beacon's sword brightened up his son-in-law, another bloodbath sprang up. The blood droplets were a dull color mixed with the particles of Young-ki.

'That's a light.'

Unlike the first time, he couldn't kill at a single blow. Bradamante brushed the wooden vein of a warrior and left a long dark trajectory in the air.

However, the trajectory did not contain a single element, either 'flow' or 'sound'.

In other words, there was no sense of weight that inevitably spread when swinging a lump of iron, nor the sound of pagong that spreads when the blade cuts the wind.

Only a faint energy hovered around the bleeding wound as if a ghost had passed by.

In fact, the fighters mistook themselves as ghosts.

Not only did it show signs of flooding at a tremendous speed, but it was also hard to see the blade moving.

It was not too much to feel that way because they could not confirm Jin's appearance even now that their surroundings were bright due to their oracle.

Where are you, where are you hiding?

The same sentence came into the heads of the Beacon fighters.

At the same time they all felt their self-esteem as a warrior was falling apart.

Even after being attacked, and losing one person in a single blow, I almost lost another in a straight line attack.

It is a shame that the location of the attacker was not immediately known.

'What the hell is this?Not Jean Looncandel, but the greatest spray of obscurity. No, are you saying that I'm a King of Unknown?"

This level of attack was only possible for King Muhmyong in their range of perceptions.

The problem was not that of King Muhmyong, but that Jin had erased his presence as much as possible from the darkness.

"Pick two at a time!"

One of the Beaming Unmanned was shouting under his belly. He was the leader of the fighters gathered here.

At Cho's command, the fighters quickly paired up to guard against both directions.

Although they were said to have been hit with a single sword, they were also the best of the best in the beat.

'This is the Royal Guard.

Jean hiding in the darkness of the forest and looking at their clothes.

The golden armband, like a symbol of the pro-Western army, was shining on their shoulders. Their pure white coats stained with blood droplets contrasted with Qin's spirit armor.

The team leader stood in the midst of the fighters and looked at the darkness of the forest. I'm trying to find Jean.

Already cold drops of sweat were streaming down his chin. The team was already out of breath with extreme tension and a sense of urgency.

He was indeed the leader of the Royal Guard.

"Come out..."

a leader whose sword is aimed precisely at the dark hidden by the gin. His men had no idea that Jean was hiding there.

Jean walked away in the dark.

The pro-defense forces who saw Jin had no choice but to be surprised once. Because of Muleta's rune, the spirit armor, and the darkness, Jean was literally in the shape of a shadow.

"I'm Rick Helter, the 5th leader of the Royal Guard, directly under the Imperial Household of the Greater Vision. Name it."

"You must be scared to see that you're a part of it."

"... ...we are on duty under the orders of the Emperor. Whoever you are, I'd like to ask you not to make the foolish choice of turning the whole empire against the enemy by interfering with the task of the SS.

"Are you playing?"

"We came to meet Jean Looncandel."

Jean had no choice but to burst into laughter.

"It's been a long time since it came to the world that I'm the contractor of the Shadow, and I guess you still didn't know about the Royal Guard, which is also the highest intelligence agency in the imperial family.

Rick and his men's eyes grew bigger.

They were so nervous that they did not recognize the sword that shook them and the power that covered the armor of the man in front of them.

They had only thought the assassin had painted the weapon black to blend in with the night sound.

There has been silence for some time.

In the meantime, Rick Helter and his men's eyes, which were in fear, changed to a dark-skinned look. There was no shaking of shame and humiliation, or trembling at the end of the sword in fear.

They're also the SS.

Although they were mistaken and clumsy just now, they were humans who never backed down when their goals became clear.

The moment they were first attacked by Jean, they were not afraid of the "unknown opponent" itself.

I was afraid that I could not carry out the emperor's order after being killed by a third party.

"What were you going to do when you met me? Will you kill him? Or are you going to propose a deal?"

In encounter with Jean Looncandel, the first priority of the SS was capture.

And Rick could realize immediately. It's impossible to capture Jean Luncandel alive with these six.

No, not six, but sixty. It would be impossible to capture him alive.'

Caddock, Rick clenched his teeth.

".......put it on!"

The men surrounded the camp in a flash.

Rick swung the curved sword as hard as he was pushing into the middle, and at the same time the siege narrowed and swords flew from all sides.

The pro-defense forces expected Jean to avoid the attack of course. Avoid at least three and strike back at least two.

But Jean stood tall and did not avoid their blades.

Kang, kaang!

There are no joints in the armor of the spirit. Nevertheless, Rick and his men instinctively cut off the joints of ordinary armor, but it was a vain rupture in which the blade bounced back.

Jean even grabbed the blade of a knife that came in on the left.

The kig pole, the kagak, the blade about to fall scratched the guntlet. Jean pulled it as it was, and the pro-Western forces, which had not yet let go of their weapons, had no choice but to be brought in defenselessly.

Pooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Bradamante pierced his chest.

'Net.'

The mark was left on the spot where the curved sword struck the armor of the spirit. The curved part of Rick Helter's curved sword was dug deep enough to cover the skin narrowly.

However, the fan area quickly healed like the super fast revival of the top mana. The spirit emanating from the Qin is regenerating the armor.

Although the fighting spirit was not broken, it was inevitable that the pro-Western forces would be discouraged at this point.

Oh, my God!

"!"

"Uh!"

The guards groaned, closing their eyes tightly.

a flash of light

The ancient light magic left by Chen Mei had a more dramatic effect in the dark. Especially when you're crushing your opponent.

Swag!

Once again, blood painted arches in the air.

A very short moment, often described as a flash in the eye, is a good chance of winning or losing among the near-missing fighters.

Therefore, in order to survive by closing his eyes and backing down in front of the camp, he had to be a person with great fluency or even Jin's tongue-tying ability.

This time, two people were hit at once. They were people facing the flashlight from the front.

'Two.'

Rick and only one subordinate. They were all that was left now.

They were again distancing themselves from Jean and desperately thinking of a way to break through the situation.

It was not difficult to come to a conclusion.

There's no way.

However, it was not easy to admit. The fact that I have to give up my life as a human being without doing anything so helplessly.

The pro-defense forces are never weak. They were figures who deserved to be called strong enough in the world of fighters.

However, it was the misfortune of the pro-defense forces that Jin was now starting to stand on a completely different level from ordinary strong men.

If we had conducted the destructive screening of the pro-Western forces from the beginning, regardless of the damage to the forest, we might have fought a little less vainly.

They had no more choice.

It was impossible to run away, to fight and win.

Never have they been trained to beg for their lives like dogs, and Jean and they met in the first place to kill each other.

If there is one thing that is most equitable to everyone in the world of fighters. The attitude of accepting defeat and death was that he could choose for himself.

Suddenly Rick and his men turned back. Even though I didn't dare to show my back.

"Your Majesty, forgive me for the inadequacy of God, who failed to complete his mission and accepted death first."

They were the last ones to turn back to raise the censure toward the side where the Beacon emperor was.

Jean could have finished them more easily than blowing her nose if she had decided to kill them when they showed her back.

"If possible, I would like to have the honor of serving you after your death.

But I decided to respect him. It was not difficult to show such mercy to an opponent who had no personal grudge.

Is the emperor's leadership great, or is the emperor's brainwashing ability excellent? That's a lot of loyalty.'

Turning again, Rick and his subordinate pulled themselves together.

"Thank you, Jean Looncandel. Thanks to you, I was able to say goodbye to you as a pro-defense knight.

"Are you done?"

Rick nodded. She smiled an unpleasant smile, but Jean didn't care and aimed at Bradamante.

Chaeng!

The blades of the Qin and the pro-Western forces struck.

Rick's one remaining subordinate, who had not even touched Jin's armor once during a series of ten battles, came to the end.

The team leader, Rick, certainly did a few steps higher than his men, but it wasn't comparable to Jean.

"Oh, my God. ...!

After a hundred or so meetings, Rick was seen breathing hard with wounds all over his body. There were a number of fatal injuries, and the bleeding was so severe that it would soon lead to death.

Flap!

Eventually Rick fell on one knee. I couldn't continue the fight with this body anymore.

Jean looking down at him with indifferent eyes.

"There's nothing left to say."

Rick trembled without answering. Jin could not tell whether he was feeling cold because of the bleeding or if he was afraid of death at the end.

Squirt.......

Instead, I could realize why he was shaking right after I cut Rick's throat.

Something ominous was beginning to change in Rick's body.

'Pi, he's drawing a magic wand...!?'

The blood from Rick's body was forming a strange magic line on the floor.

Looking back, not only Rick, but also the blood of the fallen guards was drawing the same magic on the floor.

"Jin, this is... ....

Feeling a strange smell, Valeria ran to Jean's side and said,

"Not sure, but a kind of magic trick that converts the body."