39 Episode 15. The Misunderstanding of Kinselo

Meanwhile, the losing division.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, the team had been continuing its easy victory against the Orcs for several days. Of the twenty-five orcs designated as punitive targets, they have already finished seventeen.

"Now eighteen! Maybe we're going to die without a single person dying.

The sword was taken from the body of the Orc that Scott and Tyrant had just killed.

"Let's go back and make our noses so flat that we thought we'd fail. I was worried about eating your reputation, but I don't know if it's the other way around.”

"We still have seven left. Don't let your guard down until you catch all of it.”

Mesa, who spoke as if she were retorting, was smiling inwardly.

'I think the gods have given us protection. No, maybe to Master Chin. Maybe that's why we have good energy.'

That's what all the Jin Division felt like.

Orcs, who were originally in a group and systematically moved, in order one by one to make it easier to catch. I could have thought of that because they were not rushing to me.

"Here we go again! Everybody be on high alert!"

The Qin Division began to move into the search formation with the ears of the dead Orcs.

And a man hiding in the bushes watching their backs.

'Now that they've got seven left, can I go back home?….’

This man, with a bored face, was Murakan.

Mesa thought God's protection would protect her. It is this black dragon's dignity that actually protects them.

Murakan arrived here before the Qin Division, in the unprotected area of the Kurano Dortrune, and assembled the Orcs.

And he said,

You orcs, anyway. Listen straight. You guys are going alone from today. I'll kill every one of you who swarm or run around in groups. Do you get it?

Orcs cannot disobey the orders of the great Black Dragon.

Especially if it is an order issued as a 'phrase' symbolizing the power of dragons. The task of governing the spirit of the lower devil by usage was as easy as sleeping.

This is why the losing division has only been able to deal with Orcs one by one. Of course, the losing division doesn't know.

Anyway, loser, I'm in the mood to keep asking you this kind of annoying favor for the time being. God damn it, that's all a thousand-year contract? Yeah, Daisy. Damn it, it's a government post, a government post!'

The Qin Division was able to crush all seven remaining Orcs by dawn the next day.

"You did it!"

"I really did it!"

This time, Mesa didn't even count seconds and cheered with her colleagues. The punishment ended a day earlier than the scheduled mission.

"We camp out by the afternoon, and after we wake up, we return to the Sword Garden! Each person has 45 minutes to sleep. Make breakfast for Malburn.”

The camp has begun.

The Murakan lay in the grass near the campsite. I was going to spend my time in the afternoon by looking at the collection of spring flowers I brought.

Looking at the house of Chunhwa, I felt my irritation subside. I couldn't even have this happy time of immersion because I was cleaning up for human children.

"When I go back, I'll ask the loser to get me a limited edition of the Chunhwa Book. Haha, just thinking about this, I don't think the balance is too bad...….’

Tak

Suddenly, Murakan breathed a long sigh, covering the spring house.

From far away from the campsite of the Qin Division, a dangerous energy was detected. It is not yet clear what the identity and purpose of the energy is, but two things were clear.

He is slowly approaching the campsite of the losing division.

And that he's quite a powerful being.

'I don't think I'll just go back. This won't pay. Where did this guy come from all of a sudden?'

Yap!

Murakan, who had a bitter taste, stood up.

It is fortunate that the Jin division's skills are now only three stars. They were not at the level where Murakan could distinguish the darkness of dawn from the shadows, even though he had made a large settlement in the campground.

Puss...!

In the hands of Murakhan, the spirits began to gather.

It was a different spirit from when I first woke up in the stormy basement. Since he has been living with Qin and breathing in full spirit, he is slowly regaining the power of the Black Dragon, which has shaken the world in the past.

"Hmm?"

When Murakan covered all the campgrounds with a grain of salt, Bellop, who was on his first watch, tilted his head. This is because his son-in-law seems to have gotten darker. Bellop didn't notice the consequences. I just thought the darkness had deepened.

Once the heavy sound of wind came, Murakhan's whole body began to be covered with black energy. After a while, it was Murakan who took the original form of the black dragon.

Flap!

Two giant pairs of wings obscured the dawn moon. All the nearby mana, as well as the beasts and the beauties, shuddered with instinctive fear.

And something powerful stopped moving as it approached the campsite. He recognized Murakan.

"Who gives vent without my permission?]

Murakan, who crosses the night sky in a flash. The Black Dragon, who turned against the dawn of the day, has the dignity to be equal because it is the proxy of God.

No answer.

And when Murakan takes his real form, he's not very merciful. Kei-ying! Every time Murakan flapped his wings, a black storm fell.

It's a shadow storm. The storm pounded the forest giants like a cane, driving them to the source of their energy.

Only then did the one who was lying on his stomach in that forest raise himself. Murakan, who confirmed its existence, stopped flapping in a flash.

The huge body, which will not fall far from the fortress, is made of rock. Under the pitch created by ancient mana, he has a large red eye.

And he has a huge spear and shield in both hands.

He was called the 'murder giant'.

[...Huh, it wasn't life, it was an old-fashioned artifact.]

It is no wonder that Murakan was surprised to see the graveyard giant.

The graveyard giant has already disappeared 2,000 years ago. It was the dragon tribe that ended them who had guarded the graves of the dead gods in the past.

In other words, they are not supposed to be here.

When Murakan fell to the ground, the cemetery giant lifted up the shield. For some time, Murakhan was enveloped in strange feelings, looking down at the graveyard giant.

[But it's not good to see you.]

Crumbling.

The graveyard giant lowered his posture with a harsh breath. Murakan, who had just recalled the old war, narrowed the scales tightly.

It was a preparation to exhale. Even with some trace left, the cemetery giant needed to finish at once.

Darkness gathers between Murakhan's open muzzle. If spread wide, only seconds before the level of spirituality can be gathered to cover all of the mountain range.

Chi-ying!

As soon as the breath was fired, the whole place was in darkness. The graveyard giant bent one knee and hid himself under the shield, but Murakhan's strength was beyond control.

"Oh...!"

The only thing the graveyard giant could do was to leave a death cry. Two thousand years ago, just as the last of the graveyard giants against the dragons was.

Hoodie.

When the breath was all vomited, only stone dust poured out like rain at the site where the graveyard giant stood.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo...!”

As soon as the battle is over, Murakan, who has transformed himself into a human being, has a sharp breath. I used so much strength after a long time that I felt like my whole body was going to break.

'It can't just be a cemetery giant who happened to be there. Damn it, I don't think this is gonna have anything to do with the Zipple. What the hell is going on in the world?’

Murakan shook his head irritably after a moment of thought.

'You'd better not let Jean know for now. If anything happens, I can protect it. If the kid grows up like this for 10 years... We'll start to get estimates for a fight with the Jipple.’

* * *

The next morning, the basement of Bubar Gaston's Sculpture Workshop.

Bubar leads the fat giant around the basement. I was so anxious that I had to bite my thumbs constantly that I felt like I was going crazy.

a squeaking sound

Then a man entered the basement. A tight coat, fierce eyes. This cold-faced man is Vishkel Ibliano.

He is vice-chairman of the revolutionary group 'Kinselo.'

"Vi, Mr. Vishkel! We have a problem! My art, my art!"

"... ...the contents have already been told. A graveyard giant was killed last night."

"That's right! Ugh, who the hell did such a terrible thing......! Yes, without knowing the art spirit!"

Vishkel sighed.

It was lamentable that in order to achieve the great work of Kinselo, a full-body shouting out the art spirit was essential.

"Bubar. Your artistic soul is not important right now. It was the dragon who killed the graveyard giant last night."

"Yoyoung?"

"Yes. It's also for dealing with shadows. I'm on my way to check it out myself."”

Vishkeel was on edge and crazy.

It is a great job that Kinselo has prepared for 500 years.

Now the plan is coming to an end, and the accident happened out of nowhere. Even though most of the dragons that are currently active are with 'Gipple'.

Bubar stopped making a fuss.

"......no. The dragons have already noticed our great work? What do you mean, a shadow dragon?"

"Nothing is certain yet, but the warning seems clear. I'll arrange a meeting with the Zipple sooner or later, so you should look over here for the time being. I'll put up some useful ones."

"Okay, Ugh! By the way, ID Vishkel. Did you have breakfast? I'd like some sweet potato croquette."

Vishkel said, barely suppressing his simmering anger.

Once again, I promise to kill this disgusting fellow with my own hands.

"......yes, I'll get it and we'll eat together."

"Hehe, that's great. Please give me some fresh milk when you come."