9th Class Sword Master: The Guardian of the Sword Chapter 189

Episode 189

Vaporization. Slave Trader Lung Doge’s Misfortune (5)

Yuma, who threw himself into a trap, caught the falling Ballinan.

The appearance of the spirit king Igmeseus was sudden and the exit was bland.

However, the hundreds of spirits summoned made it confusing whether this place was a human world or a spirit world.

Same with Kaiente, the highest spirit of light, and Igmeseus, the king of spirits. Somehow, all of the upper spirits seemed to have strange personalities.

Beep! Fukakaka! Doron Doron!

The spirits began to move with their own cries. There were sparks everywhere, small water fountains, and wind. The leaves were also scattered.

The interior of the slave auction house, which suddenly became bright, had changed into an atmosphere like that of Kyle’s family’s first-class festival. At first glance, it was a shiny and pretty sight.

Cherkin swung his long sword with a bewildered face. However, even if the spirits were cut or shattered by a greatsword, they immediately regained their true form.

If it was a normal spirit, it would have been destroyed or disassembled when attacked to that extent. However, this was not the case for the spirits that the King of Spirits directly granted powers to.

Moreover, although they were low-level spirits only in appearance, their abilities were no less than that of intermediate-level spirits. It was because he was directly subordinate to the King of Spirits.

Its appearance was also a little different from that of ordinary low-level spirits.

“Mi crazy! What are these things!”

The spirits didn’t give off life or envy. If you look at them individually, they were small and cute low-level spirits.

This was the command that Igmeseus summoned and left with authority.

[Play as you like. These miscellaneous things.]

It seemed to be a fairly soft and benevolent disposition, but in reality it was not.

The fire spirit Kapua casually set the fire, and the wind spirit Pyria lit the embers and laughed.

The water spirit casually poured water into the nostrils of the fallen man. In other words, to the water spirit, water torture is just a game.

What about the wind spirit? If you tried to breathe after being bitten and bitten, the air concentration in that space was lowered. It was a bonus to laugh at the suffering human face.

There was no hell.

Hundreds of spirits mercilessly played games in the auction house, saying that the human world was fun to watch after a long time.

“Aaaaaaa!”

Screams rang out from all directions.

It may have been a joke to the spirits, but it was a disaster to humans who had no special abilities.

Some of Loong’s slave-keepers rolled across the floor with their heads already on fire.

The officials who saw it and ran away fainted after being hit by a stone splinter thrown by the stone spirit.

If you only fainted, you were lucky. There was a higher number of people who died instantly from being hit in the head incorrectly.

If you move to avoid fire, water pours down, a stone sledgehammer covered with the power of the wind flies, you stumble on a tree vine that suddenly rises, and when you fall, your stomach is pierced by the ice that rises.

It wasn’t a spirit, it was no different from a demon.

Contrary to his cute appearance, the spirits had no mercy. It would be enough if humans were injured or killed by their pranks, or if they were just having fun.

To the point where even Yuma stuck out his tongue at the terribleness.

Roaring!

Particularly evil was the son of Kapu, the fire spirit. Thanks to their frantic arson, half of the auction house was already on fire.

“They said it was ruined… they said it was ruined!

Bamol! You son of a bitch! I will definitely tear it up and chew up your raw flesh!”

Lung Doge screamed and glared at Yuma. The Sword Master escorts were obsessed with getting rid of the spirits that were persistently clinging to Lung.

“Yuma hyung! I knew my brother would come to rescue me!”

“Oh, this cub. What about the others?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think everyone is dead.”

“Let’s get out of here and talk.”

“Wait a minute. These motherfuckers! I was hoping for a bad yig, but it’s a pity that a good yig came out.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“The Spirit is chaos. Ig is the king of chaos. I need to find my bag first before I leave.”

When Ballinan beckoned, dozens of spirits gathered toward Yuma.

Ballinan uttered a strange language that Yuma couldn’t understand.

Yuma was a spirit word that could not even be pronounced.

Except for the contractor of the spirit king, no human could fully pronounce the spirit language.

The spirits who had been quietly listening to Ballinan’s story nodded as if they understood. Then, like water splitting, it scattered in all directions.

“I will find you soon. Let’s just take that and leave.”

“Yumaa!”

From the other side, Cherkin began to run towards Yuma with a thick band of blood on his neck.

Fifteen spirits were swept away by Cherkin’s greatsword and lost their form for a while.

As if tired, Yuma made eye contact with Cherkin and clicked his tongue. Somehow, I felt like I would bump into that bad-headed First Sword Haseo more often in the future.

Yuma widened his eyes and reached out a finger behind the running Cherkin.

“Cherkin! back!”

“What?”

Wow, I never thought I would look back… Yuma couldn’t stop laughing and started teasing Cherkin.

“You don’t deserve to be called an unmanned Cherkin. Show your back in surprise at this situation?”

It was a childish provocation, but the effect was clear. Cherkin was so angry that his face turned red, and he raised his voice like a troll.

There had never been a day in his life when he was as sick as today.

Haseo’s first sword Cherkin, the honorable general of Haseoguk. He vowed to shave his head if he couldn’t kill Yuma today.

“Aaaaaagh! Aaaagh!”

As if taming an angry bison, Yuma avoided the Cherkin and used the cooking speed. It wasn’t easy for Cherkin to keep up with Yuma, who didn’t deal with him and only spread distance with his swift speed.

It was because the spirits continued to disturb Cherkin.

Yuma never felt the need to decide with him right now.

The situation had improved so much, but it would have been embarrassing if Vali Nunn got caught up in a fight with him. That’s why Yuma deliberately provoked Cherkin.

I didn’t know that I would lose my temper after being caught in such a one-dimensional provocation.

Cherkin wasn’t originally this stupid. It was an unmanned man with a heavy sense of weight and insight.

However, the fact that he was humiliated by Yuma in the solo dance of the Rose Society played a big role. He couldn’t keep his composure in front of Yuma.

If Cherkin had kept his head and attacked Balinan, not Yuma, Yuma would never have staged such a hide and seek.

“die! Die!”

“Oh, you are scared.”

Each time Yuma avoided Cherkin’s greatsword, the ornaments and pillars inside the auction house collapsed one by one.

It was not difficult to block an attack that was perfectly calculated and wielded, so there was no way Yuma could get through with such an ignorant attack.

Beep beep!

Unlike Cherkin, who acted like an imbecile out of excitement, the spirits were the kind of people who would take heat when ordered.

All of the artifacts in Ballinan’s bag had been taken out and scattered all over Loong’s castle on the ground, not in the underground auction house.

The spirits began to climb the stairs to the castle as well as the basement to search for items that could feel mana.

Of course, I didn’t forget to play various pranks along the way.

Destroying stone statues in the garden that were made in the image of gods is standard, and he did not hesitate to set fire to a warehouse containing all kinds of valuables.

Lung’s vulgar taste became the catalyst that expanded the disaster. He plastered each hallway with the finest carpets, and thanks to that, the inside of the castle quickly turned into a sea of fire.

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

A few curious spirits even found the prison where Lung’s bedroom slaves were kept and cut all the locks.

The climax of the prank was the drug warehouse.

When a fire broke out in the drug storehouse full of Haseo’s specialty opium, Rong’s castle became the largest opium den in world history.

It would be the glory until everything was burnt to ashes.

Too much high-purity opium was burned, and Lung’s men, who usually came into contact with opium, were busy falling to the ground from the taste.

While Yuma and Cherkin were playing tag, the spirits that had gone up to the castle were returning to Ballinan one by one. The returned spirits were biting or holding artifacts one by one.

tuk tuk.

It didn’t take long for all of the lost artifacts, including Ballinan’s artifact bag, to be recovered.

Even that was not enough, among the artifacts brought by the spirits, there were a few items originally owned by Lung.

Lung grabbed the back of his neck while biting into the white crab foam. However, he was so fat that his palms could not fully touch the back of his neck.

“Yuma hyung! I got everything!”

said Ballinan, summoning several fireballs as artifacts. As soon as he retrieved the artifact, he began searching for the slave officials who had beaten him in this asura arena.

I couldn’t remember their faces because I was beaten in a daze. What I do remember is that it was a man whose eyes, nose, and mouth were all intact.

So, one by one, Ballinan caught the slave officials who were either rolling on the ground or running away.

All had their eyes, noses and mouths in place. It meant the one to kill.

“Kuwoaaaagh!”

As the memory of the beating came to mind, his eyes widened.

Barlennon again exposed his whites and threw fireballs at the slave officials’ heads.

When reason was cut off, Ballinan had a much more cruel personality than he thought.

“Kill them all. kill them all Kill…

“I got it! Don’t lose your mind, just hold on!”

It was time for Yuma to part with Cherkin.

Cherkin was so excited that he overdosed on his aura, so his movements seemed to have slowed down considerably.

“If we meet again, don’t climb Cherkin.”

Yuma pretended to fight him head-on.

Then, the moment Ascalon and the greatsword were about to collide, he suddenly ducked and slipped between Cherkin’s legs.

“What is this rat saying!”

As he slid between his legs, Yuma threw a fist at Cherkin’s testicles.

Cherkin stood still as if time had stopped. Blood vessels burst from his large eyes.

“Do you understand, you poor copper bastard who doesn’t have a well in this small country? It will probably hurt a lot. I didn’t break it though, so don’t worry.”

Then, Yuma snatched up Ballinan and threw herself into the wall pierced with an auror sphere earlier.

To prevent Barinan, whose eyes were upside down, from dangerously summoning fireballs, he stunned him by striking the back of his neck.

Beyond the wall was a waiting room for slaves who had not yet made it to the auction table.

Among the slaves, he could see Omir, who was taking refuge from the chaos.

Yuma cut through the thick iron door and found the stairs leading to the ground. Omir and many slaves ran along Yuma.

Roaring…

inside the castle, it was impossible to find a place that was not on fire.

So was the garden. Excited by the fire, Lung’s pet beasts were biting and killing humans who ran away, regardless of whether they were friends or family.

simplicity and honesty! Cranky!

One side of the citadel collapsed and huge stones fell into the garden. It must have been a warehouse where cash was piled up when it collapsed and exploded, so gold coins rained down from the sky.

Yuma temporarily collapsed and blocked the falling pile of stones so that those who were captured as slaves would not die.

Then, he took a handful of gold coins that had fallen on the floor and made his way out of the slave trader Lung Doge’s castle.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…they

said that the emperor Rugal would abandon me…

Rong sat down and cried hot tears.

Thus began the long misfortune of Rong Dogge, the greatest slave trader in the East.

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