Bang!
Pure white light exploded from Jin's grip.
"Damn it!"
"What the fuck!"
Chukon and Carl's escorts shouted. Before the photon cannon exploded, there were a total of four people who had seized the moment to attack Jin.
All of them were seven-star or higher martial artists, but three of them were intercepted by Siris, who had just turned around before they could reach Jin.
In their panic, they had not thought of Siris. She calmly positioned herself behind three of them and slit their throats with her dagger.
As for the other one, Jin dodged the blade and twisted his neck to kill him. The sensation of bones snapping echoed through his grip, and Chukon, Carl and his followers shouted out
If it had been a proper magical attack, Chukon Toldurer would have suffered no damage.
He had cast a reactive defense spell after Jin and Siris sat down at the table next to him.
It was a shield that could not be easily penetrated by an eight-star mage or a martial artist, so if they ambushed him, he would fight back and tear them apart.
However, if it was an ancient light magic, a magic that did not strike directly but simply emitted a bright light, it was another story. His magic could not defend against that, and the only way to defend against it was to be blindfolded.
"Damn it, Carl Zipple, you really...!"
"Chukon! What kind of trick is this?"
As Jin had predicted, Chukon and Karl were immediately suspicious of each other. Kinzelo and Zipple's Mages were casting offensive spells with their burning eyes.
Bang!
I grabbed the compass and rammed my bradamant into Chukon's throat, activating the shield.
'As I expected, this isn't going to be easy.'
By the time he spun to strike Carl's throat, the bodyguards, who had been hiding at another table, had pounced on him.
"For Kinzelo!"
It wasn't what he had planned.
Jin shouted and swung his swords. At the same time, boom!
Siris unleashed a mist. A flash of light followed by a thick cloud of smoke, and the game room was reduced to rubble.
Before the mist dissipated, Siris threw the compass at Jin. Jin unhesitatingly struck the throats of the escorts, realizing that his sword had reached its peak.
Each of them was at least a seven-star swordsman. However, every time he moved, they were wounded or lost their weapons. There were also many who lost their lives with a single blow.
Part of it was the panic of the escorts, of course, but it's not just anyone's job to sweep a bunch of people who knew martial arts like that.
Still, there were too many of them. On the second floor of the gambling house, only 20% were regulars, and the rest were Zipple and Kinzello's henchmen.
"Aaaah!"
"Gah!"
The regulars shouted and scurried away.
'Duck.'
Jin gestured and Siris nodded. Now he had to go downstairs, hand the compass to Enya and escort her discreetly to safety outside the gambling hall.
Would he really be okay alone?
Siris didn't question it. The first time she had seen him since the Columbus Ruins, he was a different man.
'How the hell did you train, you monster? I don't know when I'll be able to beat you.'
Siris let out a piercing scream and mingled with the crowd of regulars descending to the first floor.
There were those who had seen her kill the first three escorts, but they were drowned out by the fog, the screams, the shouts of the mages and the sound of Jin and the escort's weapons clashing.
It all happened in a matter of seconds.
'Ten seconds, at most, before the chaos ends and they realize there is a third force, my existence. And the escorts on both sides on the second floor number about thirty.'
I needed to eliminate as many enemies as possible in that time.
When the chaos was over, Jin not only had to deal with the thirty escorts that had not been exposed to the photon cannon.
Chukon Toldurer and Carl Zipple would also regain some vision, and the White Wolves and Zipple's minions on the first floor would also come out to target Jin.
"Grab things with priority!".
As Chukon shouted, Jin activated the Rune of Fine, sheathed his Bradamante and unsheathed a new sword.
The pale blade glowed softly in the mist.
Sigmund the Sword of Balmung (Lightning Sword), blue sparks flew wildly as the hilt began to energize. The eyes of those searching for Jin naturally converged on the lightning.
'What is that?'
Seeing the glowing aura piercing through the mist, everyone immediately thought. It didn't seem to be a high-level Lightning-type magic, but the way it was engulfed by the sword was strange.
In addition, the face of the person wielding the sword, the alleged culprit, was hidden by a black hood.
'What I like most about the Sword of Legends (Sword of Glory) is that it doesn't need to be hidden as with the Sword of Shadows.'
Zzzz!
As he dropped Sigmund, a sharp bolt of lightning rained down from the ceiling.
The Sword of Illustrious Legend, Balance Lightning, there was no way anyone in the game room would recognize the legendary martial art lost 5000 years ago.
Unknown means difficult to deal with soon.
Unknown and strong means impossible to deal with. In that sense, Jin, who started wielding Sigmund, was able to become a god on the second floor of the gambling house, if only for a moment.
If he sent a lightning bolt to kill them, they would die.
Pak! Kajizik!
A bolt of blue lightning cut through the mist/mist, tearing through the humans in it. Unlike the lightning bolts of nature or mages, the lightning bolts of the Sword of Legend had the characteristics of a sword along with a lightning bolt.
With each flash of blue light, someone lost their head, someone lost their body.
Those who had strained their eyes to find Jin now had to strain not to lose sight of him.
He must have looked like a god, not just a representation.
In the place of the artifact that had made the Divine Contractor prey, an unidentified, unrecognizable figure of power appeared out of nowhere.
"Lord Carl, you must take shelter!"
"What bullshit are you talking about, I'll tear Kinzelo's worms apart myself when my eyes return!".
"Hell, I'm telling you, lightning is falling!"
"What are you talking about...!"
"Lord Chukon, I don't think it's a Zipple thing! An intruder is sending lightning... eek!"
Carl and Chukon didn't know why their escorts flinched; they still couldn't see the beams.
Argh!
Aah!
The cries of despair continued. They couldn't even get close enough to Jin to protect their masters.
"What a bunch of human barbarians, I've never seen them do things right anyway..."
It was then that the White Wolves from the second floor came up.
They had been grumbling about the humans' work, but as soon as they went up and saw the lightning feast, they couldn't help but shut up.
All they could do was contemplate the majesty of the Sword of Legends.
But just like the young Red Tigers of the Yukayuka Market, the fear imprinted in their blood chilled the blood of the White Wolves.
"Is this...that idiot's aura......!!!?
The two White Wolves who had sensed something strange about Jin were the first to notice.
A monster they thought was an idiot.
But unlike the young Red/Orange Tigers, they were warriors. One of them held the rank of assault leader in the White Wolves' army.
Boom!
The White Wolves smashed the ground with their giant hammers.
"Wake up, you stupid bastards, there's only one of them! Melto will protect Chukon, and me and Duroka will subdue him!"
"Listen, Zipples! Alliances break, but now is not the time to argue about that. Strike the intruder as soon as you have recovered."
As they raised their voices, the chaos began to subside quickly.
Jin could see one thing in the air.
'None of the enemies gathered here are above the level of a White Wolf raid leader.'
There might be more outside, but at least inside it was safe. If that was the case, the lower levels should be clear enough for his companions to clear.
'I hope they do well down there. As long as Enya gets to safety, the rest of us should be able to fend for ourselves under most circumstances.'
The second floor was also in an uproar, as the whole building shook after what must have been a rather intense fight.
Kwazizik!
Jin fired a bolt of lightning at the approaching White Wolves.
They had fear in their blood from their history at the hands of the Illustrious Legends, but fear is an emotion that comes from knowing the strength of your opponent.
Unlike their human counterparts, the White Wolves did not fall to a single blow from the Sword of Legend. They bounced lightning with their hammers as they approached Jin.
"Tell me your name, human!"
"Why should I?"
"Your power is new to me, but my instinct tells me so. I want to challenge you to an honorable duel and offer your body to Javier's altar."
Jin then burst out laughing.
"Doesn't that instinct also tell you to run away?".
"What?"
"I don't have much time to play with you."
Even with Jin's condescending remarks, the White Wolves didn't manage to get as excited as they did when dealing with other humans. They had overcome their fears and attacked Jin, but they were not completely over it.
It was the warrior's pride and dignity that drove them to fight. To the White Wolves, Jinn was not human, but the giant shadow of a predator they had never seen before.
It was not a representation, but a reality. They could not even see Jin's full form due to the aura of the Berserk Heart.
Boom, boom, boom!
Under the black armor, in the heart, the aura began to spin even faster.
Although it was possible to deal with the White Wolf Assault Leader with simple lightning, it was better to finish him off before Chukon and Carl recovered.
To do so, he would have to exert himself a bit.
"Know this with honor, wolves, this is not a skill I intended to use so soon."
Cak!
Sigmund swallowed the electricity that sizzled everywhere. The blue aura that had enveloped the entire second floor converged on the pale body of the sword, the hall suddenly darkened.
One more layer.
The fear of the White Wolves deepened. They had not yet been struck by a new bolt of lightning, but once again, instinct had taken over their footsteps.
"The Battle God's Combat Technique. This is the second time I've used it after completing it".
The ultimate one-on-one fighting technique of the Sword of Legends: The Battle God Combat Technique.
"Third Move of the Battle God's Combat Technique: Sentence."
As Jin shouted at Sigmund, a single giant spear of thunderous electricity flew out from inside the sword's body towards the White Wolves.