27 Episode 10, Gene, cadets, Su-in, and...… (5)

'Crazy, what the hell is this?’

Jean lowered herself to help Mesa. Boom, boom! Something like Gong Cheng-chu seemed to keep hitting the branch of Kinselo, and the whole building was about to blow away.

Earthquake?

Or was it just some kind of explosion upstairs?

Jean gazed at the shaky ceiling and set her senses on edge. Somehow a sense of incompatibility came, but I had to keep my composure.

"Dear! Avoid first."

"Be quiet, Mesa."

"Please promise me one thing."

Mesa looked straight at Jean and said,

"If you're really in a dangerous situation, you have to leave me behind. You're the one who shouldn't be wrong here."

Jean nodded.

I don't agree with Mesa. I wouldn't have come to save her in the first place if I were to. However, I thought it was better to do this when dealing with children.

"Let's see what's going on up there.”

"Didn't the wizards start the attack? The building is going to collapse right away."

"There is no such ability here in wizards."

The roar continued ceaselessly even as they talked.

"I'm going up. I can't help you. Stay alert and stay close behind me."

Two people climbed the stairs.

The impact seemed to have started from the outside, and large cracks were forming all over the wall. The murals depicting the symbol of the Kinselo also appear to have fallen to the ground.

The strange thing is, despite the internal situation, there is not a single Kinselo that has entered the building yet.

'He's still out there trying to figure out what's going on, or he's already dead. It's one of the two.’

When I took Mesa out to the building, Jean could immediately confirm the reason.

It was the latter. The first thing I saw when I opened the iron door was the four bodies of the Kinselo members. As if scratched by some giant nail-like thing, the whole body was horribly torn.

Looks like he died trying to get back to the building. Besides, this is a sign of Su-in.’

It's the last thing I want to see here. Jean's had a bitter taste.

There is simply hell out of the building.

The fire started by Jin came right in front of the building, and there were a lot of broken and torn bodies all over the small road through it.

"Mesa."

"Yes."

"There are numbers. The body looks like a combat species with fingernails. Shh, don't say anything. Keep walking along that road. I have a mind to walk away from the fire... Damn it."

Jean, who stopped talking, raised Bradamante and posed. Over there, something was slowly walking out of the blazing fire.

Unbelievably white fur, taller than 2 meters, just walking out of the fire. And the glistening eyes.

a white-bellied race

There was a huge hammer in his right hand, and that was the cause of the roar that had been pulsing everywhere.

With the enormous strength unique to the number of combat species, he continued to hammer around the building. As if to take out a rat hiding in a cave.

"What the hell, I thought these useless bastards got hit by some shit. This was a kid like that'sir?

He stopped walking with a slight turn of the hammer. By then Mesa was completely terrified, not because of her own death, but because of the fact that Jean was in danger.

"......lady, I'm a white heron. I'll buy you some time. Please keep your word."

Whoo.

One breath-taking Jean turned back and struck Mesa in the back of the neck. She shook herself with a look of despair and passed out.

Su-in shrugged and smiled as if she liked the sight.

"Kiya, you can't see this without tears. It's such a waste to watch it alone. This is what the... what humans say. You know, that. Oh, yeah! Love! Are you two lovers? Huh?"

Though they use the paid way of talking like backstreet japbae, the Baengnangs can never be placed on the same line as japbae.

At least six stars when compared to an article. Even this is nothing more than the average of the white-bellied saints. It is said that they were born only for combat and massacre.

In other words, the chances of winning the fight against him have been zero for the present camp.

"Siron Looncandel's deficit, Gene Looncandel. Name it, Su-in."

"Luncandel......?"

The face of the Baengnang shed its laughter. Under these circumstances, there are only two cases in which attitude changes rapidly after hearing Looncandel's name.

Of or afraid of Looncandel.

"Of all the things I've killed, the most valuable game I've ever killed will be changed to today... Come to think of it, there's a black sword on your robe. My name is Quasito Truka! A warrior of the Truca tribe."

Of or relating to a great hatred of Looncandel.

The case of the Baengnang was the latter. It was because it was Looncandel's first housekeeper who once killed the Baengnang, named Javier, who they had served as a god.

"Today I will offer you to the altar of Javier to console your unjust soul! Jean Looncandel! Choose. Will you have an honorable fight with me, or will you be torn to shreds by running away cowardly?"

Jean's sword was dyed white.

"I'll have a glorious fight."

It was the act of calculating the characteristics of the Baengnang people.

Usually, the Baengnangs regard humans as mere prey or toys. Therefore, he showed ruthless aspect of not considering honor at all.

But in special circumstances. If, for example, the enemy is considered strong enough to stake his honor on, or if it is Looncandel.

They want to fight an honorable duel with the grand prize. To fight in respect of one's opponent, excluding all cowardice.

Because the game that was killed in that way was "not unclean," it could be offered to Javier's altar.

"Quagito Trucka. Before I start a duel, I'd like to make a suggestion."

"Tell me, little Looncandel."

"While the duel is going on, do not touch a man who has fallen behind me."

Quasito nodded.

"Okay, but if I win, the girl is mine, too."

"Okay."

Jean moved to the vacant lot in front of the building. In the meantime, he just passed by Quasito, but he didn't attack Jean, who showed his back to him. It was because of the Baengnang people's law of honor and duel.

"I think we'd better fight at this point. That way, I'll be able to keep my word while I'm fighting."

"That's a good idea. You know our laws well. But remember, little Looncandel. If you use it to trick...….”

"I'll just tear it up and kill it, whatever it is. I don't mean to cheat."

"Khaha! There was one of the Looncandels who knew the honor.”

Jean laughed inwardly at the words.

This Su-in, Quasito, probably met Looncandel for the first time. If he had met other brothers, not himself, he would not be able to live and breathe.

Jean and Pazito faced each other about ten steps apart.

"Let's get started!"

Quasito raised the hammer and posed. It was up to Pazito to go first.

Whoo-woo! Quasito ran forward, wielding a mangy wag. Two hundred kilograms was unbelievably fast for a muscular giant.

Jean could have dodged the attack by stepping on the back prosthesis, and could have poked Bradamante once at him.

But he is not a white heron who will be subjected to Qin's swordsmanship. Quasito pressed Jin by changing the battle flexibly, and Jin was forced to be helplessly pushed out.

Kwakang! Only once in a few seconds' workshop did the sword and the manggee hit, but Jean felt the pain of her wrists falling apart by itself.

Not only the wrist, but also the entire body felt as if it had been beaten to the tip of its toes. No matter how high the ball is, it was less than 10 times that he could hold on to his weapon.

'There's only one chance.’

If it had been a hopeless fight, I would have smashed the pendant Luna gave me. As soon as his first sister is summoned, Quasito and others will disintegrate in a second.

But it's not just a pendant for this crisis.

It also meant that if you couldn't overcome even this crisis, you didn't deserve to be a strong player. Every strong man he knows. They were symbols of reversal that overcame numerous deaths.

At times like this, it is always advantageous to have weapons that the enemy does not know.

There are two things Quajito doesn't know about Jean. That he can use spirit and magic.

'You can't use magic.’

No magic. If you missed the chance and couldn't kill him, you had to use a pendant.

This is because there are traces of magic left when Luna comes, or if Quasito tells the truth and dies, he can get tired afterwards.

More than anything else, four-star magic cannot pierce the skin of the Baengnang.

Then what's left is one, Young-ki. And Jean had finished deciding how to use Young-ki.

'Open the sword.’

The opening, or awakening of a bradamante.

The power of the contractor, who Murakan said not to dream until the five-star liberation.

At the dawn of the day when Luna gave him the sword, Jean had already attempted to open it once.

At the moment when the sword was opened and the great power was wrapped around the whole body, Murakan was beaten and failed.

Are you crazy to die, Jean Looncandel? You're the only contractor! If you go wrong...…!

Murakan, who shouted like that, seemed really angry. So I had to get all kinds of spring houses to release it...….

Right now. Jean is peeping at the opportunity to bring back her sense of the moment once again.

Quang!

The blow that Quasito wielded with all his might gave Jean a groan. Despite being completely blocked by Bradamante, his body couldn't hold out.

"Good sword, little Looncandel. I don't even have a tooth sticking out of my hammer.”

"Thank you."

"But your symbol, that black sword, doesn't match. It's too white and fancy."

Oops! In a series of blows, Jean flew to the outer wall of the building in Kinselo. When I hit a cold brick, my head and back seemed to be crushed, but I managed to catch my wits.

Whoo, whoo...

In the midst of vomiting of blood-stained breath, the approaching scene of Quasito appeared in two parts. It was because of the shock.

"It's over now. I will also dedicate the sword to Javier's altar. It was a good match."

Pajito raised the hammer high.

If the hammer falls like a huge rockfall, Jean will die.

"Good-bye!"

At the moment of swinging the hammer, Quasito suddenly felt his eyes darkened. It was only for a short time, but there was also a strange feeling that some time had passed.

Quasito could not swing the hammer.

His time had stopped for a while.

When I came to my senses and lowered my head, what I saw in the eyes of Quasito, whose darkness had been lifted, was a black blade of a sword running through my body.

The blade of a dark light, like a shadow in the dark.

Jean's hair, holding the sword, was swaying like a flame. Like the wind of a spirit.

"When the hell... when."

"I didn't know until recently why the black sword was a symbol of the family."

As soon as Quasito vomited red blood, Jean suddenly began to roar. But it was a harsh and terrible sound, quite different from Jean's usual voice.

"It was a good match."

Caaaaaaaaaa!

The shadow attached to the dead Quasito, and the shadow of Mesa that fell over there, the shadow of the burning trees.

So, all the shadows of the area were being absorbed into Qin. The shadows moved like beasts hiding somewhere, avoiding the Maji light.