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"Grand... father."
Dante's voice didn't sound loud, perhaps because he had just woken up and had no energy. It was so small that Jin could barely hear even though he was right next to him.
However, Ron turned his head at that faint call. His gaze was fixed on the outer wall where Jin and Dante were standing.
"Grandfather!"
Smirk.
Ron smiled as he looked at his grandson. Despite having blood all over his body, it seemed that not all of it was Ron's blood.
'Berakt is undoubtedly one of the strongest figures in the world, so I expected this fight to be quite impressive but I can't believe Sir Ron was injured that much....'
It didn't feel like reality at all when Jin saw Ron injured firsthand. Except for Chiron, Ron is one of the top contenders when discussing the strongest individuals in the world.
'Besides, Berakt's injuries seem somewhat less severe.'
Is Berakt stronger than Ron?
It didn't quite make sense. Jin had heard countless heroic tales and praises about Ron since his previous life, whereas Berakt was someone he had just come to know in this life.
A while ago, he had realized that Berakt was Rosa's adversary, but that was all he knew.
Certainly, Berakt didn't seem to be a very famous figure in the hierarchy of the human world. It seemed that even Ron and Berakt were meeting for the first time.
"Calm down, Dante."
Dante was struggling while he attempted to go to his grandfather, but he was so exhausted that all he could do was struggle.
"But... Grandfather."
"We're in the Sword Emperor Castle, and that gentleman there is Ron Hairan, the world's greatest knight. Do you think your grandfather would lose here?"
Ron Hairan being defeated by someone in the middle of the Sword Emperor Castle,... It was an unimaginable sight for anyone.
Such things seemed impossible unless Runcandel or Zipfel launched a combined attack.
Even if the Emperor of Vermont led a large army and personally intervened, there were many doubts about what he could do to the Sword Emperor Castle guarded by Ron.
The world was vast. Even if Berakt was stronger than Ron, it wasn't an entirely implausible thing.
However, Jin had a gut feeling that something else was involved.
He calmed his startled heart and calmly surveyed the battlefield once more.
The shape of the collapsed outer wall and buildings looked unfamiliar. The slashed surfaces were excessively rough for something that had been destroyed by sword energy. It looked as if some giant had torn them apart haphazardly.
Of course, it could be explained as fragments of energy flying in all directions when their sword energies clashed or the building could be being shattered by shockwaves, but that explanation alone was insufficient. Most of the debris appeared charred black.
Jin looked up at the sky.
'Grenil…'
Grenil, Kinzelo's aerial battleship.
Thick smoke was rising from the forefront of Grenil's cannon.
'Is Sir Ron pushed back because he's trying to stop those cannon fire?'
At that moment, mana began to gather in the cannon as if in response to Jin's thoughts.
Crackling!
An enormous lightning bolt was building up in the barrel even from Jin's perspective. It was shocking that such a lightning bolt could be generated without any warning.
'This is insane!'
Just before the cannon fired, Jin hastily erected a protective shield.
Kwaaaah...!
The cannon emitted an utterly colossal lightning bolt.
The blinding light was brighter than daylight, and the shockwave that was spreading from the cannon, not only tore apart the clouds but also struck the ground.
And an unimaginable massive formless sword energy that wasn't visible to the eye blocked the cannon fire.
It was Ron Hairan's sword energy. Its role was to disintegrate the cannon fire before it reached the ground.
The cannon fire was shattered by the sword energy and its debris was wreaking havoc on the Sword Emperor Castle and emitting an ominous blue light. Hairan's Knights and warriors were desperately blocking the cannon fire's fragments.
The shockwave from the cannon fire's aftermath struck Jin's protective shield violently.
Dante's bloodshot eyes were trembling as he gritted his teeth in helplessness. He even vomited a handful of blood and his backflow was accelerated due his anger.
"Kaaaah...!"
"Dante, please listen to me. I'll evacute you as soon as the explosion ends, so calm down. Your backflow is getting worse due to your anger. Please. Think about Sir Ron; he wouldn't want you to get hurt more."
It reminded Jin about the moment when he faced Kozec at the ancient ruins of Colon.
He could say with certainty that the power of the battleship Grenil was incomparable to the Kozec from back then. At that time, it was Talaris who had mostly blocked the cannon fires alone, and Jin had barely survived by deflecting the falling debris towards the natives.
Currently, there are thousands of knights and warriors within the Sword Emperor Castle. Unlike during the Colon incident, it seemed like it was not enough to stop the destruction of Sword emperor castle even though they were all clearing away the debris.
'Is this why they were so confident when they invaded Sword Emperor Castle?'
However, the Sword Emperor was still the Sword Emperor.
Originally, just one or at most two cannon fires would be enough for the entire Sword Emperor Castle to crumble, and it wasn't an exaggeration. But Ron Hairan was preventing the castle from collapsing.
Like the shattered cannon fire, his formless sword energy was divided into small pieces and was intercepting the falling debris before they reached the ground.
In other words, Ron wasn't just facing Berakt; he was fighting while protecting the entire allied camp.
It wasn't easy to describe such great battle prowess with just the adjective "strong."
That's why Jin didn't see the Sword Emperor Castle meeting its end today despite the unfavorable situation.
'I don't think those Kinzelo bastards plan to destroy Hairan. If they did, they wouldn't have created a situation where the Bishkel group is isolated in the Sword Emperor Castle from beginning.'
Furthermore, the fact that they were firing the cannons meant they had already secured the Bishkel group and there was a high probability of their retreat.
The shockwaves pounding the protective shield were subsiding.
"Shuri, take Dante to the healers. It seems like the infirmary has also collapsed, so take him to the healers who look the most capable in the rear of the battlefield."
[Mya!]
Jin said as he tied Dante to Shuri's back. Dante had almost no strength left.
Just before Shuri took a step, Jin tightly grabbed Dante's shoulder.
"My fight is your fight, and your fight is mine. Today, I'll fight for your share as well. I will never let those bastards go, so pull yourself together."
Dante responded by blinking his bloodshot eyes.
Jin's gaze turned cold as Shuri started to move to leap off the outer wall.
Ron and Berakt's swords clashed once again as soon as the aftermath of the explosion ended.
"It would have been better if you had followed my suggestion and moved to the outside. Ron Hairan, the mountain of corpses has formed because of you today!"
Ron swung his sword, Rashid, without saying a word. However, it wasn't because of overpowering strength that he couldn't answer but he had nothing to say to a beast who knew nothing of honor.
Their fight was progressing where both seemed on equal, but Ron might have had the upper hand if Grenil hadn't been there.
-You will benefit greatly, Sir Jin.
Suddenly, he recalled what Margiella had said when the situation had started. Something hot surged within him as Jin looked at the battered Sword Emperor Castle.
The Sword Emperor Castle is his friends' home. They are also people who would one day become his comrades in the battle against Zipfel.
'Benefit? I will make sure you scoundrels suffer such a huge loss that you won't ever dare to do something like this again…'
Sssssss...
Shadow force started gathering around Bradamante. It was a special technique that he had saved as a last resort when facing a formidable foe.
Shadow Sword: Special Technique
Black light call
The sword enveloped in shadow force sliced through the air. Following its path, the surrounding space distorted and formed a single black door—a gateway leading to the world of the ancient Plutonian tribe.
It was impossible to predict which brethren would appear through the Black light call. Even if an ordinary warrior was summoned, it would still be a significant help in turning the tide of battle. Jin concentrated his mind and completed the special technique.
Then, Jin couldn't help but smile with relief when a brethren emerged from the black door.
The one who stepped out of the door was Linpa, 4th battle king.
"It's been... a long time, brother Jin. I... I won."
It had been a short time since she started speaking again, so Linpa's speech was somewhat slurred. However, her few words contained a deep and powerful aura that made everyone on the battlefield turn their attention to the outer wall.
'Who is that person?'
'Could it be a new enemy...!'
'No, they are with Jin Runcandel. They appear to be an ally.'
'But still, where did they suddenly appear from?'
As the warriors exchanged glances and opinions, Linpa drew a massive sword from her back.
Whoosh!
Even though she had just unsheathed her sword, a heavy sword wind swept in all directions.
"I apologize for summoning you, sister Linpa."
"No... I'm fine. Are they... enemies?"
Linpa pointed her massive sword at the battleship Grenil and Berakt.
"What do you want... brother Jin."
"Completely wipe out my enemies."
Linpa nodded her head in response to the firm answer.
"I understand….."
The battleship Grenil was loading its cannon again. Ron was exerting his strength to block the cannon fire, and Berakt couldn't take his eyes off Linpa.
'That's... the Plutonian tribe that the leader talked about,' Berakt thought to himself.
It was the first time he had ever felt such a strange emotion. He had never seen a Plutonian before, let alone fought one. He had only heard tales of their tremendous power and he hadn't personally experienced it.
Even so, it was enough to make him feel a surge of nausea and the fur all over his body stood on end. He was absolutely certain that if it were other White Wolf Tribe warriors instead of him, their legs would have given way.
A terrible sense of crisis weighed heavily on his body. He hadn't felt an ounce of fear even when facing Ron Hairan, but now, even that Berakt was experiencing dread.
'Ha, damn it...! I am Berakt Sidricker, the great warrior of the White wolf tribe. I shouldn't be so afraid of someone like that.'
Haaaaa!
Berakt roared with determination and shook off his fear. His heart was now filled with anger towards Linpa, not fear.
"I am... Linpa, the fourth battle king of the great Plutonian tribe."
The cannon was aimed and ready, and everyone on the battlefield braced themselves for the impending explosion. However, Linpa continued calmly, as if nothing unusual was happening.
"I answered my brother's call… and came here…. My duty is to…. be his sword. As for my enemies..."
Leave your last words.
Boom!
As Linpa finished speaking, the cannon unleashed its devastating thunderbolt and painted the ground in blue.