Swordmaster's Youngest Son

Chapter 736

Chapter 736

C736

Hee, hee...!

As the Demon God Orb activated, a massive blaze spread across the battlefield, accompanied by an ominous resonance.

The knights advancing like a swarm were swept away by the flames, forming a river of burning corpses.

With a dry expression on his face, Beradin incinerated the enemies as if they were mere trash.

'In the end, even my friend has resorted to using this ominous power... And that appearance isn’t so different from Kelliark Zipple’s!'

Dante suppressed the bitter feeling swelling in his chest and charged through the enemy lines.

He couldn’t accept Beradin's transformed appearance.@@@@

The Demon God Orb, an evil god, and other terrifying powers beyond reason and common sense were destroying the clans, the land, and the friends.

They were pushing them towards death.

Jin, are you alright?

Dante fiercely swung his sword, as if venting his anger.

The sight of the chaos knights scattering in all directions like a swarm continued relentlessly.

Among the three vanguards, Kadun and Bale were slightly slower in their advance due to avoiding the main cannons and allied magic while flying, but Dante pierced through the enemy lines without any obstacles.

The pure white glow of Rashid seemed like a halo.

What first made Dante falter was Lionel's sword.

Swish!

Clang!

Dante blocked the straight thrust, creating a large arc on the ground.

The feeling of his lower body and waist stiffening made Dante’s eyes widen.

[You seem filled with rage, young Sword Emperor.]

Lionel's aura, having reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, left a trace and inflicted superficial wounds all over Dante's body.

"Aren’t you angry? Seeing the fallen state of the Family you once led."

Lionel smiled in satisfaction and glanced at Rashid.

[Depravity to become stronger is just another name for struggle. Whether it’s the matriarch or the Twelfth Flagbearer, which side is right will be perfectly demonstrated once this war ends.] ṞÄ₦Ỗ????Ëṩ

Hiss!

This time, an invisible energy blade grazed Lionel's cheek.

[An invisible sword... Interesting. Is this the sword your grandfather mastered first? I can’t understand what this era has become. How many absolute rulers were there in my time? Now, it's such a bright era!]

Lionel burst into laughter, truly enjoying himself like a madman.

The clash of their swords dispersed his laughter.

However, Dante couldn’t fully concentrate on the battle.

The reasons for Jin’s separation from the allied forces, Beradin’s deteriorated state, the ever-increasing chaos army despite the thousands already dead, and Dante's difficulty in controlling his emotions at this moment—all these elements combined to create an indescribable sense of unease.

Is it because I’m worried about Jin?

Or is it because there are too many enemies?

'I need to focus, why suddenly...'

Until now, Dante had charged through the enemy lines driven by intense hatred, but now, even with a formidable opponent right in front of him, his thoughts were scattered.

Since reaching the pinnacle, or even before, Dante had never experienced such a state of mental confusion.

Especially at such a crucial moment.

Lionel didn’t overlook that fact.

[Thinking about something else in front of me, that’s a first. Snap out of it, young Sword Emperor! Unlike me, you only have one life!]

Swoosh!

Thud!

Dante blocked Lionel's horizontal strike but was pushed back several dozen steps to the left and rolled on the ground.

[I, Tasha Runcandel, the descendant who committed sins out of weakness, express my gratitude, Sir Bale. I am the 21st Matriarch of the Runcandel Family, Tasha Runcandel... thanks to my ancestors who freed me from slavery, I can finally wield my sword not as support for the evil god, but by my own will.]

Tasha Runcandel.

She was Alpen’s daughter and the twenty-first matriarch of Runcandel. Like her father, she refused to succumb to the powers of the evil god.

Bale looked at Tasha in amazement.

She had a face very similar to Sarah’s.

[Uh... Y-yes. So those chains were a form of restraint?]

[Yes, Ancestor. I apologize for my disrespectful behavior under the control of the evil god. Moreover, may I have permission to fight alongside the Twelfth Flagbearer of the current Runcandel?]

While she was bound by the power of the evil god, Tasha had been able to assess the current situation through Rosa’s influence.

[Well, I don’t have the authority to grant that... But I’m sure that guy would be eager to welcome you with open arms.]

[I take it as an honor.]

Chilling determination and fierce resolve mixed in Tasha’s eyes.

Those eyes weren’t directed towards the temporary alliance but towards the chaos army.

Ah!

At that moment, Dante finally realized what had been driving him to madness all this time.

‘You can return...! Beradin! It’s that simple, you can return!’

Just as Tasha Runcandel had freed herself from her chains and reignited the will of the Runcandel.

The idea that Beradin, his friend turned monster, could return at any moment also brought peace to Dante's troubled mind.

The pressure of manifesting as the Sword Emperor and proving his worth in this war against the endless chaos army wasn’t a problem.

Dante firmly believed that in the end, he would triumph and that the army of the evil god would be eradicated from this world forever, a conviction that had never wavered from the start.

His only concern was that after the final battle, Beradin might not be able to return to his original self and become another evil god.

Lionel’s sword flew towards Dante's head.

Without turning his body, Dante formed a whirlwind with his invisible sword.

Unlike before, when it vanished without a trace, Lionel was unable to break through the whirlwind this time.

“You were right, Lion King. I momentarily fell into madness.”

[Finally trying to regain your composure, huh?]

“But you have been falling deeper and deeper into darkness since the day you were resurrected. That’s why you, who once stood at the pinnacle of swordsmen, couldn’t defeat me. And you probably didn’t even realize that death was closing in on you.”

[What nonsense... Ha!]

Unexpectedly, Lionel let out a choked cry and looked to his side.

Death, a sword symbolizing Yona, was piercing his side.

“Hehe.”

Yona avoided Lionel’s rough attempt and disappeared into the chaos of the battlefield in an instant.

“You warned me that I only have one life, unlike you, Lion King. It was your unwavering belief in continuous resurrection and the power of the evil god that dulled your sword. After awakening from the mausoleum, how many times have you died this time?”

Dante closed the distance in an instant.

“I sincerely hope this is the true end for you. I pray that you escape from the evil god’s swamp, even if it means dying.”

Slash!

Rashid sliced through Lionel’s neck.

A dull thud, the fleeting sound of a head falling.

When Dante turned his head to search for the remaining former patriarchs, he spotted Tasha and Beradin.

‘Even if we’ve been separated, if we keep advancing towards the evil god’s fortress, we will soon meet again, Jin. I believe that vision will also give you strength.’

/SHADOWK

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