Swordmaster's Youngest Son

Chapter 704

C704

Unexpectedly, as Beradin waved his hand, a green window appeared in the air.

The green window bore an astonishing resemblance to the Record Magic.

Jin perceived the lingering energy, similar to what he had seen in the land that the Zipple referred to as the "Holy Land," where the remnants of the power of the sun god resided. Jin recognized that it was the price they had paid for saving Valeria with the help of the Holy Land.

"......Record Magic?"

"You must have encountered the original magic frequently, so it would be embarrassing for me if you were so surprised by a mere imitation."

However, it seemed that the elders who had followed them to the study room were even more astonished than Jin.

"Young patriarch, so this is... magic! You've finally succeeded!"

"Why didn't you tell us, such a joyous occasion!"

The elders' greedy eyes gleamed as if they didn't care about the tragedies facing the federation.

Beradin continued smiling, but Jin sensed the darkness hidden behind that smile and instinctively realized what would happen next.

It was a purge.

"Why didn't I tell you, dear elders? Because useless old men like you don't need to know."

"What is this...?"

"Young patriarch, kkeok, young, oop, ooh......!"

As the elders tried to respond, their throats suddenly tightened, and their bodies convulsed.

Suddenly, their breath was cut off. On Beradin's green window, there were characters engraved that resembled letters.

"Considering your previous efforts, I wanted to show you the way. What do you think? As I said, it didn't take that long, did it?"

Ronil remained calm, as if he had expected something like this to happen, while Beradin looked down on the fallen elders with disdain.

One of the elders managed to resist Beradin's magic, gasping, and reached out toward Beradin.

A deformed fireball shot out of his hand, but Beradin easily deflected it with his power.

When the fireball dissipated, tears of blood streamed from the elder's eyes.

"Ah, you should keep me alive..."

Those were the last words uttered by the elder who had momentarily resisted the magic.

As he fell, there were no surviving elders left in the office.

Jin felt a chill throughout his body.

It wasn't because of the magic that nearly matched the abilities Beradin had demonstrated or the difficulty in finding faults in his swordsmanship.

It was because he once again realized that his friend had changed. His friend, his brothers, had become monsters.

"I originally planned to take care of them after you left, but this isn't so bad either. Anyway, where were we? Ah, we were discussing the extent of despair. Take a look at this."

Beradin's green window expanded to fill the entire study.

Inside, a map of the world was depicted, filled with various regions covered in dark spots.

Hufester, in particular, was so dark that it was difficult to find clear areas, while the rest of the continents were filled with lighter spots or similar darkness.

"These black spots marked on the map represent the despair that the evil god is harvesting. The evil god has completed approximately 50% at this point."

"What is the basis for estimating it at 50%?"

"The speed at which the Ram vessel is forming. Every time new black spots appear, changes occur in Ram. That elder, Orgal, who arrived before you, seems to have equated the completion of Ram with the evil god."

Beradin pointed to the dark spots on Drakka, the Autonomous Districts, and the Milkun Kingdom.

"These spots formed when the people of the Milkun Kingdom were massacred by Dyfus Runcandel's attack and taken hostage. They continue to spread and darken. The faith of the civilians, especially those in Drakka, who thought they would be safe like the Federation, has been shattered."

As he said this, the dark spots in that area slowly but steadily expanded.

Imperial Capital.

"Disband the pursuit unit immediately and ensure the safety of the civilians. It's an order from the patriarch."

"Yes, sir!"

At a commander's order, the knights stopped their formation and stood still.

They were surrounded by chaos and corpses. Although there were knights among them, most were civilians.

The knights dispersed and began rescuing the fallen civilians scattered throughout the area.

The civilians lay under the collapsed buildings.

About 30 minutes ago, a dimensional portal suddenly opened in the middle of the capital.

Chaos dragons and black ships emerged from it, instantly turning the area into hell.

Dante began responding almost immediately.

Fortunately, Kashimir and Syris had just arrived, which was a stroke of luck.

If they hadn't been able to board Mort, no matter how quickly they responded, the damage would have been greater than it was now.

It took Dante barely 15 minutes to reach the site and eliminate more than 80% of the chaos dragons and black ships.

However, the thousands of casualties that occurred during that time were truly inevitable.

Now, Dante was pursuing the fleeing enemy commander while ordering the pursuit unit and defense force to rescue the civilians and instructing the knights of the noble families, including the Dragon Knights, to clean up the enemy's remnants.

I'll definitely find you and tear you to pieces...

Dante's eyes, filled with anger, scanned the area relentlessly.

The enemy had already escaped to the outskirts of the capital, continuously forming dimensional portals to flee but being hindered by Dante.

As Mort was exhausted and could no longer use teleportation, if he lost sight of the enemy even for a moment, it would all be over.

However, Dante wasn't one to lose sight of the enemy out of impatience. Moreover, this place was the heart of the land he protected.

Slash!

When Rashid unleashed the glow, part of the outer forest was cut like puzzle pieces.

Dante shot new sword energy in all directions of the cut forest to block the enemy commander who was inside.

The enemy struggled to break through Dante's sword energy, but Dante didn't miss a moment.

"Bastard!"

Dante swung his scabbard toward the helmet, revealing none other than Joshua Runcandel's face.

"Joshua Runcandel, it was you...!"

Joshua looked even more disheveled than the last time he was struck by Bale.

His eyes trembled unsteadily, and cold sweat dripped continuously down his pale face.

-Go and attack the Empire. Originally, it was the task assigned to the Fourth Flagbearer, but I didn't inform him for your sake. If you successfully complete the terrorist attack without the matriarch's help and return, she will surely give you another chance.

That was what Joshua heard from Ilina before going to attack the Empire.

However, now he was captured and couldn't return without help, and the terrorist attack didn't meet the Prophet's expectations.

Once again, Joshua had failed.

What further despaired Joshua was the fact that behind Dante, another dimensional portal was forming beyond his control, and from it emerged Dyfus's army.

Thus, Joshua's despair grew once again for Rosa's sake.

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