Swordmaster's Youngest Son

Chapter 402: Emperor Sword Banquet (7)

C402 - Emperor Sword Banquet (7)

It was the first time Jin had seen a demonic creature emerging from the ground.

This is insane.

Is it a demonic creature?

Where did this thing suddenly come from?

The creature had a massive body, almost unbelievable unless someone saw it with their own eyes. Jin and Lata were caught by the monster's fangs and thrown into the air; meanwhile...

Ron brought it down with a single blow.

'Rashid,' the sword that only the Hairan patriarch could wield, gleamed with dazzling light.

Slash...!

As if he had struck a wave, the space rippled following Rashid's movement. Although it didn't reach the level of completely disintegrating objects like Cyron, it was still an attack from a knight who was close to being the strongest.

The colossal monster, which had just revealed itself as a mountain, split in half as if it were a lie. Black blood poured out like a torrent, and before that blood could stain the ground, a series of consecutive strikes tore the demonic creature into hundreds of pieces.

"Hairan's swords prioritize the protection of guests. Gather all the Knights waiting inside the castle. Execute a level 1 counter-terrorism response."

When Dante gave the order, the Knights immediately assessed the situation. Panic-stricken screams resounded from various places among the ordinary guests.

The pleasant tension that had been building up during Jin and Lata's duel was set aside, and real danger had arrived.

Naturally, most of the guests had never experienced such an act of terrorism. The same was true for the Warriors. Who would have imagined a terrorist attack in the Emperor Sword Castle, and even more so, at a banquet hosted by Ron Hairan after 22 years?

THUD!

It wasn't just one. Enormous demonic creatures were continually emerging throughout the vast arena. Due to the monsters bursting from the ground, an earthquake occurred. The roof seemed as if it could collapse at any moment. The massive pillars standing like giants were breaking, worsening the chaos along with the screams of the ordinary guests.

Fortunately, over 30% of those sitting among the audience were Warriors who had come to the Emperor Sword Castle as honored guests.

"We'll help too!"

"We'll clear the way so Hairan's Knights can evacuate the guests!"

"The Black King Mercenaries will protect the guests. We'll sort out compensation later!"

The Warriors drew their weapons and shouted. Under normal circumstances, Hairan would have refused the help. Relying on external power in his own stronghold was something his pride could never accept.

However, the situation was calamitous, with too many guests in imminent danger, and the fact that the terrorist attack had already "progressed" was a disgrace in itself. If the event attendees ended up as corpses, it would leave an irreversible scar on Hairan's reputation as one of the top swordsmanship clans.

"Damn it, what's happening...!"

Lata, who had landed on the ground, looked at the demonic creatures. Ron had already torn one of them to unrecognizable shreds, but there were still ten more in sight. And it didn't end there. A continuous and intense vibration could be felt from the ground. It meant that more creatures of that magnitude were relentlessly attacking Hairan one after another.

"Dante!"

While breaking a second demonic creature to pieces, Ron called his grandson.

"Yes, Grandfather!"

"The Knights can't gather in one place. These bastards have already spread outside as well."

"!"

"As the future lord of the Emperor Sword Castle, take responsibility and evacuate the guests."

Among those present in the arena, only Ron was aware that demonic creatures were also spreading outside Emperor Sword Castle.

Just as Jin and Lata were like beings from different worlds, he was an entity entirely different from all the Warriors here.

Whether it was a Warrior or not, they were all shocked by this unknown and horrifying situation.

Among them, Jin had the calmest expression.

This was not his first encounter with these detestable living golems. He even had a sense of déjà vu.

Kinzelo, Zipple, Vermont. These gigantic factions are creating living golems.

Jin had personally confirmed the development of living golems by these three factions.

At this moment, it was impossible to know which faction was behind this or what the reason was for attacking Hairan.

One thing was certain.

Regardless of which of the three factions was responsible, Hairan would suffer a severe blow.

Jin felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Of all times, the attack had to happen while he was sparring with Lata.

The once beautiful and pristine central arena of Hairan was no longer recognizable.

It was now filled with twisted living golems and gigantic demonic creatures.

Crunch...!

Finally, the entire wall on the other side collapsed, revealing the outside.

What lay beyond was a battlefield even more chaotic than the arena.

Knights and Dragons stood firm, but human corpses were scattered everywhere.

They were the corpses of servants and regular soldiers. The casualties were also increasing within the training field.

On reflex, Jin turned his head and scanned the area to locate Beradin.

Jin had not yet seen Beradin's magic.

It worried him.

He couldn't help but wonder if Beradin, whose mind might have been manipulated, was orchestrating this attack.

If it was the Beradin he knew, then he should be tirelessly working to save people in a situation like this. But it wasn't a situation where Jin could confirm Beradin's whereabouts calmly.

The number of living golems continued to increase, and Jin had been continuously breaking through their encirclement.

Every time Sigmund released lightning, the living golems were swept away in piles.

Jin continued to slash and cut them.

But there was a moment when he came to a sudden stop.

Among the remains of living golems and the bodies of demonic creatures, he spotted some familiar figures dressed in plain gray robes.

A group of people wearing gray robes without a faction.

As soon as he saw them, Jin felt a chill down his spine because those gray robes belonged to the 'Specter Corps.'

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