Chapter 169 Cairo’s No. 1 Sword (4)
Qurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.sal.
The world was shaken.
People were thrown back from the shock, and the result could not be seen with the naked eye due to the thick dust cloud.
This was not a human confrontation.
People covered in dust looked around with shocked faces.
Whiing.
The wind blew.
People widened their eyes at the situation that was revealed at first glance.
dump.
“… Cool.”
Count Nicholas got down on one knee.
Even as blood flowed from his mouth and nose, he raised his head and looked at the man in front of him.
‘Does that mean I’m defeated?’
A recent clash.
Count Nicholas did his best.
In a head-to-head confrontation, he was sure that it would be a surefire move, but Roman Dmitri did not back down and attacked head-on.
The result was what it is today.
He was unable to defeat Roman Dmitri even with his own blow, which was completed after 60 years of accumulation, and ended up vomiting blood.
My eyes trembled.
Seeing Roman looking down at him with a casual face made Count Nicholas feel miserable.
‘finished.’
The match was decided.
Roman Dmitry’s victory.
It was his turn to admit defeat, but Count Nicholas forced his trembling legs to rise.
drip drip
Blood flowed from his arm.
His whole body didn’t listen, but he gritted his teeth and raised his sword.
“… continue.”
The voice cracked.
willingness to accept victory.
He said that was his virtue as a swordsman, but Count Nicholas could not accept the reality, even if he was miserable.
on your own back.
The Cairo royal family is on its back.
I accepted the fact that I was obviously defeated in my head, but I couldn’t kneel when I thought of the reality that would come to the Cairo royal family in the future.
I didn’t know exactly what to do.
He lost his role as a supporter by showing his weakness, but the only thing he had done for the rest of his 60 years was fighting with a sword.
fighting to the end.
was his best.
The heavy drooping eyelids forced him to give up, but he forced himself to regain his senses as he gulped down the bloody water.
“Why are you even doing that?”
It was Roman Dmitry.
Count Nicholas’ blow.
It was menacing.
He was able to win by using herbivores in the middle of the Heavenly Demon Sword, but Count Nicholas was by far the best swordsman he faced.
If only I hadn’t met Butler.
If only I hadn’t had a year of reorganization. Against the roaring fire, Roman Dmitri would not have been so safe.
at last.
The winner was himself.
I broke through the flames and trampled on Cairo’s greatest sword with power.
Count Nicholas laughed helplessly.
“… Why do you even do that? Isn’t that natural? I am Cairo’s best sword. Even though it may be broken miserably, even the will cannot be broken.”
The voice kept losing its power.
this defeat.
It wasn’t pretty.
Count Nicholas was stained with blood and, contrary to his reputation, was pitiful.
But what can I do?
If the sword was already broken, he had to show his will, even if it would definitely break.
“Enough.”
Tadadak.
he kicked the ground
It was too slow.
As he ran, he spattered blood on the ground and looked dangerous as if he were about to collapse alone.
Roman laughed.
‘Richard Nicholas.’
He was a wonderful man.
Main beams of Cairo.
won’t kill him
However, in the process of changing generations, I had no intention of showing any mercy.
Roman sent a telegram.
Count Nicholas, who rushed towards Roman at the words Roman sent through Mana, widened his eyes.
That moment.
Flash.
Pooh!
A sword that cuts right through the chest.
Blood gushed out like a fountain.
Count Nicholas’ eyes lost focus and collapsed just as he was charging at him.
Fluff-
Cairo’s best sword.
It was the end of a giant who commanded an era.
* * *
It was the end of a long journey.
Looking at Count Nicholas, who was stained with blood, Willas said in a trembling voice.
“… With this, Roman Dmitri became the number 1 ranking in the Kingdom of Cairo.”
shocking results.
no one cheered
In the overwhelming match, people only stared at Count Nicholas and Roman with stunned faces.
Willas too.
I couldn’t hide my shock.
Even he, who purely enjoyed the open ranking match, could not accept today’s result.
‘This is nonsense.’
Roman Dmitry.
subject to limited express.
Because he was growing by leaps and bounds with his tremendous talent, the Valhalla Empire’s knapsacks closely watched Roman’s progress.
From 99th to 2nd. The move of defeating Cairo’s rankers drew admiration.
He had no choice but to acknowledge Roman Dmitri’s skills, but he did not consider himself an opponent of Count Nicholas.
According to Valhalla sources.
Count Nicholas is stronger than he was five years ago.
No matter how much Roman Dmitri flew and crawled, it was impossible to defeat Count Nicholas according to the data.
however.
Roman won.
overwhelmingly too.
Watching the face-to-face confrontation, Willas seemed to lose his mind the entire time he watched the confrontation.
‘Are we underestimating Roman Dmitri? no that’s not the problem No matter how highly you value Roman Dmitri’s limits, that monster has only surpassed them. Alas, a monster has appeared in the Cairo kingdom. Roman Dmitri is a person who would have caused a great stir even if he was born in the Valhalla Empire.’
My heart thumped.
Count Nicholas.
He is a person who did not rank high in Valhalla.
However, it was necessary to pay attention to the phenomenal growth rate that a man in his mid-20s defeated him.
“I will finish the open ranking match now.”
hastily left the place.
Ranked match result?
It didn’t matter.
Now it was my turn to quickly contact my home country.
I had to tell the leaders of Valhalla what had happened here in Cairo.
‘Roman Dmitri is no longer a target to stand by. If he adheres to the attitude that he is not interested in naturalization… .’
sure death.
If you can’t have them as allies.
Roman Dmitri was an existence that should never be saved.
* * *
End the confrontation.
Roman headed to the palace.
It was time to be recognized for defeating Count Nicholas and to announce that it was the best sword in Cairo.
however.
On the way to the royal palace, there was a group blocking Roman’s way.
“… Roman Dmitry. I never thought you would defeat even Count Nicholas.”
It was the Marquis Benedict.
nobles, including him.
They appeared in groups.
Troops from each family filled the streets, and ordinary people hurriedly hid themselves from the ferocious spirit they emitted.
The atmosphere was unusual.
Marquis Benedict, who had been looking at Roman Dmitri for the past year with loving eyes, showed a cold expression when facing Roman Dmitri.
“As I watched Count Nicholas collapse, I had a complicated thought. Was it stupid that I didn’t expect it, or was it that you intentionally didn’t show your power in the meantime. I thought it was the latter.”
Meantime.
Marquis Benedict believed he could control Roman Dmitri.
Roman’s power wasn’t great, so even after giving him a year, he didn’t have much to worry about.
As a result.
Count Nicholas collapsed.
The Dmitri family formed a coalition in the northeast, and Roman Dmitri proved to be stronger than Count Nicholas, whom the aristocrats were wary of.
This is simply not an acceptable result.
What he believed he could control turned out to be just a manifestation of his power enough to control him.
It was absurd.
Roman Dmitry was a fox.
I didn’t know that, but I didn’t know that I would make fun of myself like this.
‘Roman Dmitri did not need a year of preparation time in the first place. It must have been that he needed time to reorganize Dmitri under the justification that he would challenge properly before the public rankings. from the beginning until now. Roman Dmitri showed me as much as I could handle. After all, I firmly believed that Roman Dmitri had no choice but to follow my words, thinking that he was from the outskirts and was an individual.’
It was different now.
Roman Dmitry gained strength.
From now on, if you put your mind to it, it will not be impossible to form a force or oppose the aristocratic faction.
so that.
called in troops.
Even though Kairos was under the jurisdiction of the royal family, the guards willingly opened the gates.
Marquis Benedict said.
“1 year ago. You said you would choose after all the open rankings were over. Say the answer now. Will you follow me to the aristocratic faction or will you make a different choice? If you choose the former, I will accept you as you are, but if you choose the latter, you will have to pay for what you have received from me.”
Moments of acceptance.
It came back with malice.
Marquis Benedict said in a firm voice.
“Choose. What is your decision?”
at las.
The moment of choice has arrived.
* * *
Baek Joong-hyeok’s life.
It was the same then.
As I struggled to live, at some point, as Baek Joong-hyeok, I faced a moment of choice.
“Junghyuk. I will become the absolute leader of the Heavenly Demon Church. In the meantime, I treated you as a brother, but from now on, your choices will determine our relationship. So choose. Will you enjoy wealth and honor by my side for the rest of your life, or will you remain my enemy?”
that day.
Baek Ho-yeol, grand duke of the Heavenly Demonic Church, appeared with a force that could stain the ground as black as the night sky.
It wasn’t a matter of choice.
With Baek Joong-hyeok proving his worth and being discussed as the successor to the new heavenly demon, Baek Ho-yeol showed his will to not allow Baek Joong-hyuk any more time to grow.
Next to Baek Ho-yeol.
There were other brothers.
At first, the people who were all aiming for the position of the Heavenly Demon made the choice to surrender one by one as time passed.
‘What is the choice for me.’
A life of struggle.
Every moment was a series of hell.
He had never slept peacefully, and many of the people who followed him were found dead just because they were Baek Jung-hyeok’s people.
Every time I vomited everything inside.
Whenever he remembered the words and actions of the living while looking at him, he cursed this beggarly fate and wanted to end it all.
The moment we hold Baek Ho-yeol’s hand.
It will be convenient.
You will no longer have to fight, and you will be able to sleep comfortably without having to keep a sword by your bedside.
but.
“older brother. I am sorry, but I am a person who cannot live for others.”
at the bottom of life.
Baek Joong-hyeok started the struggle by smashing the head of a boy like himself with a rock.
Kill and kill and kill again.
Baek Joong-hyeok always survived as a victor, even if someone looked down on him or tried to climb on top of him, biting his ears with his teeth and gouging his eyes with his fingers.
its essence.
could never have changed.
The beast that tasted the blood could not bow its head even though Baek Ho-yeol brought death.
Baek Ho-yeol showed a cold expression.
As he took a step back, the demons who filled the ground black all rushed at Baek Joong-hyeok.
full moon day and night.
Baek Joong-hyeok had a blood-drying time.
The shadow of death pressed against his eyelids, and he quenched his thirst with blood.
Baek Joong-hyeok slashed all the enemies who rushed at him.
Finally.
Seeing Baek Ho-yeol looking up at him in disbelief, Baek Joong-hyeok cut off his head.
squeak.
And now.
“I see what you mean.”
Roman Dmitry looked ahead.
Marquis Benedict.
the people you see behind it.
Roman Dmitry smiled at the situation that reminded him of memories from his previous life.
“By the way. I don’t think I can live for others. That is my choice.”
at that point.
Marquis Benedict’s expression twisted like a demon.
