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Marcus, the Iron Blood Lord, was not originally a direct descendant of a noble family.
The Marquis of Jeon Dae-Instromentium had a close younger brother, and he was the illegitimate child of that brother and a slave.
At a young age, she caught her father's eye by using magic and was able to live in the mansion, but she was always treated as a penniless child.
“He’s not a noble.”
“So the pupils are just black and the ears aren’t long?”
“They say I won’t be able to reach Sword Expert… … Then I won’t be able to become a knight either.”
“Hey. You bastard.”
“… … Yes, Miss.”
His father loved his mother, but his mother died giving birth to him, and his father neither loved nor hated him.
No, I loved you even though I hated you.
“Nothing special happened today?”
“Yes. It was a good day.”
'You can see all the bruises.'
He didn't throw me out, but he didn't protect me either.
However, humans were creatures of adaptation, and Marcus, whose mother was a pure-blooded human, was closer to humans than his cousins of the same age with a strong mix of mixed race blood, so he was able to adapt in that gap.
“Hey. You bastard.”
“Yes, Miss.”
“… … Teach me some magic. You’re good at it.”
“Why can’t I do this… … , no. Okay, I understand. I can definitely do that for you.”
“Yeah. That’s right.”
“But, Miss.”
"what."
“Do you want to learn magic from a lowly bastard? Or do you want to learn magic from your half-brother Marcus?”
“Huh, huh?”
“… … .”
“… … .”
Armed with his natural intelligence, magical talent, neat appearance, and excellent speaking skills, he somehow managed to blend in with his half-siblings.
And when he was thirteen, his father rebelled against the Marquis of Instrumentum.
“It’s treason!”
“Protect the young masters!”
“Gyaaaah!”
In the process, the direct lineage of the main family was completely destroyed, and all the vassals and collateral lines who hastily came up saw was an illegitimate child.
“I can’t be loyal to something like that.”
“Let’s put it somewhere first.”
“He is ahead in the line of succession, though.”
“Who would admit that?”
“… … .”
Marcus was locked in a room.
“In the end, you have to have strength.”
An ancient gun was recreated using melted silver wire and curtain rod pipe.
“Hey, save me.”
“It’s short.”
“Please save me!”
“You don’t like it?”
And he shot and killed all those who laughed at him.
“What should I do for a living now?”
The only remaining vassal bowed his head and offered advice.
“Do what you can, Your Majesty.”
I lost the family that I had somehow managed to get along with.
The vassals and collateral lines that I had trusted in my heart were also gone.
The Grand Instrumentum became his alone.
Marcus was 14 years old.
* * *
“If I can, I do it. Yes. Because I can, I do it.”
Four mechanical knights swung their swords at Valencianus.
bang!
A heavy body covered in iron plates and mechanical devices was shot out like a bullet from a magic bullet.
The knight held his sword straight ahead, and the sword was equally imbued with mana blade, electricity, and the 'blade wind' spell.
It was a blow enough to end the legend of Valencianus in one blow.
“What the hell!”
He dodged the first machine knight's charge by taking diamond-shaped steps.
Chomp!
However, he did not know that the second machine knight would throw a 'lightning net' at that exact location.
A latticework pattern covered the sky above the half-collapsed barracks.
Squeak!
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And the third knight charged, kicking the ground.
Just like the first article, it was a huge blow with the sword pointed in front and all kinds of magic attached to it.
For a moment, Valencian gritted his teeth.
'I can't die in a place like this!'
Marcus wasn't the only one who said that if you can, you should do it.
He activated the Imperial Sword Technique, flashing his dragon-like eyes that were torn vertically.
Imperial Swordsmanship, contrary to its name, was closer to a mana control method that went well with swordsmanship.
Of course, he needed a sword to show off his true value, but a swordsman of that level could move his mana without a sword just as he would with a sword.
“Ugh!”
The mana that should have originally been the mana blades twisted and clashed at the tips of his fingers, and blood burst out from under Valencianus's fingernails.
However, he eventually succeeded in activating the Imperial Sword.
Imperial Swordsmanship Level 4, Damage Dealer.
Imperial Swordsmanship Level 5, Asa.
The awakening and consciousness enhancement that defied the burden were manifested simultaneously, and for an instant, Valencianus' pupils dilated.
Wedge!
The third machine gunner was approaching.
The blade, which was intertwined with the cold wind, electricity, and mana blade, was infinitely cool.
Taat, Valencianus instead charged towards the mechanical knight.
He grabbed her thick wrist, grabbed her strong ankle, and turned her body around, bending down as far as he could.
Sword wrestling, honed for 40 years, shows the best synergy when combined with Asa.
bang!
The machine operator, who was over two meters tall and weighed hundreds of kilograms, spun around and fell to the floor.
Valencian stomped on his breastplate and snatched his sword.
“Ugh!”
It was more than three spans longer than the long sword Heukru and three times as heavy, but it was a black sword.
He reflexively created a mana blade and raised it.
wickedness!
The current net that was just about to touch his head was cut off.
“Haa, haa.”
Valencian looked at Marcus, breathing heavily.
His brilliant blond hair was dyed with the blood that flowed from his temples, but a cruel composure returned to his alluring face.
Marcus stared coldly at the mechanical knight at his feet, who then rose to his feet and swung his iron fist at Valencianus.
Valencian laughed bitterly and swung his sword straight at his elbow joint.
The flames of the Mana Blade and the Dragon's Word were thick in that sword strike.
Still!
In one blow, the gears split, steam escaped, and the chain broke.
“Aaak”
The mechanical knight screamed inside his helmet, red blood flowing through his armor.
“Now.”
Valencian smiled happily, and Marcus gritted his teeth.
The three remaining machine knights wrapped their swords with mana blades and their iron fists with magic.
* * *
“I guess I should take back the reputation of being bold.”
“Either way.”
Marcus gritted his teeth, and Valencian, as usual, showed his middle finger and swore.
The insults were so vulgar that it was hard to believe they came from royalty, and the mechanics could not believe their ears.
Valencian swung his sword while asking about the well-being of his parents and family.
“Hahahaha!”
It wasn't the same Mana Blade as the Mana Blade.
He was a swordsman who had trained in the imperial swordsmanship for 40 years, and he knew how to compress the quality of mana to the extreme, regardless of quantity, and he even greatly increased its quantity through the Yongchan ritual.
Add to that his unique sadism and cruelty, delicate sword strikes and quick steps, and it was a death knell for the giant machine knights.
Bam!
The first knight's blow struck Valencian's sword.
Normally, he should have broken the sword and cut down the person holding it, but the bastard easily deflected the sword strike to the side.
"he."
Then he spun the sword around and brought it forward again, then aimed straight for the armpit and swung the sword.
The first mechanical knight twisted his body and tried to deflect the sword strike.
It was because they saw Valencian's sword cut through their own iron plates.
Swish.
But this time, his sword passed through the first knight's iron plate without any power.
"uh?"
'I got hit.'
Valencian ducked down with the same momentum he had been charging at and slipped past the first knight.
And in that place, the second knight's sword and the fourth knight's sword strike struck.
"what are you doing?"
“You should have prevented him from getting out!”
“No, that’s it. Damn it!”
The first article was the first to feel fear from the Grand Duke of Mangnani.
That inhuman laugh wasn't a show of force, it was skill.
'Cooperation is harder than people think. It takes a long time to coordinate your breathing in order to strike without interfering with each other. We've been coordinating our breathing for decades. That guy just ruined it in an instant.'
Off-beat steps, flashy yet delicate swordsmanship, sometimes powerful and sometimes weak sword strikes, flames that obscure vision and scorch the body.
All of this was done under Valencian's calculations.
“It won’t work.”
Marcus joined Estok, wielding a purple mana blade.
Valencian said with a playful smile.
“What would change if one more illegitimate child were to join us?”
But he sighed inwardly and swore.
'fu*k! fu*k! It's destruction. If they can make that into a magic tool, it's really amazing.'
Destruction is a branch of magic that deals with pure force, and uses spells such as force fields and force spears based on telekinesis.
The spell was also a destruction spell for the Spear of Wrath, which was Jaylilith's favorite magic.
wickedness!
Marcus hurled his estoque into the air, and a huge stinger erupted, glowing purple.
Valencian tensed up and swung his greatsword, cutting through the purple energy.
"shit!"
bang!
Although he struck hard, the purple energy dug into Valencianus' body.
“!”
He gritted his teeth and held back a groan.
Blood burst out from my eyes and nose at the same time, flowing out in a gushing stream.
Destruction techniques boasted extremely strong power as they consumed a lot of mana, and were equally difficult to block.
It felt like all the scales that covered my body like armor were being ripped off.
“Push it!”
Once again, the mechanical knights took up their swords, and the knight who had fallen first also assisted in the fight with the magic circle engraved on his armor.
Every time Valencian tried to step away to avoid an attack, Marcus's thrusts struck.
“Ugh!”
“Hahahaha!”
Then a servant came running and shouted at Marcus.
“Your Majesty! Urgent news!”
Marcus shouted, his neat face distorted.
“Can’t you see what’s going on? Why isn’t anyone coming when I’m doing this? Do you know how hard I’ve tried not to show that I’m nervous?”
“That’s what it was… … Eww!”
Valencianus screamed in the middle of the fight, but the attendant ignored him and reported.
“The great lords are retreating. We are holding them back somehow, but it is not easy.”
“!”
Marcus looked as if he had been hit.
Valencian was furious as he dodged the swords of the mechanical knights.
“You’re a total mess, but they’re not.”
“Valencian!”
“You were the only one who was desperate. When negotiating with the church, when negotiating with the lords. You probably thought it was a win-win, and objectively it was, but you thought you were benefiting. Do you think the other lords didn’t know that?”
* * *
Grace Kimelion Gremorius, the great lord of the central outskirts with beautiful black hair and a black iron crown, gave a calm command.
“Recall the Golden Knights.”
Her loyal lieutenant obeyed, and the Banner Knight, who had received the messenger, nodded to the knights.
Grace slumped back in her plush chair, her face distorted.
It was true that I wanted revenge on those twins, those wicked and inhuman twins.
But I couldn't risk everything there.
She was a great lord who ruled over two hundred thousand citizens and millions of subjects, and she had vassals to feed, educate, and find mates for her children.
I couldn't just burn them all down with revenge.
She too could distinguish between what would be nice to happen and what would actually happen.
Signine Elzenus Freuchite, the great lord of the West with neatly tied brown hair and cool, sky-blue eyes that radiated a chill, gave an evil smile and commanded.
“Order the Golden Knights to follow you and return. Don’t lead the way, and don’t fight fiercely. If we escape first, we don’t know what will happen.”
She considered it a virtue to befriend the strong rather than fight them, and the capital was now teeming with the strong.
But no matter what, the strongest one was Jaylilith.
And in Signane's view, the only priest who could change the mind of the languid demigod was Valencian.
'Of course I should be friendly with you. I was planning on seducing you this time, but Cariosa is too strong. Of course, I have no intention of giving up!'
Of course, there were lords who did not even look at the liver in the middle.
The Dreadbird cavalry brought by the Southwestern Lords and the Machine Knights of Instromentium blocked the retreating forces.
Then a school of sharks from the east bit their sides.