Chapter 227 The Valhalla Empire (2)
There is such a saying in Valhalla.
The pot-bellied man passing by must have once been a warrior who drank blood on the battlefield.
The drunk was like that.
His face was slammed into the table, his nose crushed and bleeding, but the drunkard immediately raised his head.
His face was already stained with blood.
It wouldn’t be strange if most people collapsed moaning in pain, but the drunkard spurted out blood from his mouth with a grim distorted expression.
“Two. This bastard blows the first bread?!”
No more words were needed.
A drunken man rushed at him.
I was about to knock Chris down by crashing into it, but Chris dodged a step and put his fist into the opponent’s abdomen.
puck!
“Gagging?!”
I opened my eyes.
The excruciating pain that could not be described in words occurred, but the drunken man gnashed his teeth and swung his fist at Chris in succession.
It was definitely a toughness and determination that exceeded that of ordinary people.
He showed a willingness to somehow defeat Chris, but what awaited him was in merciless hands.
fast.
getting hit in the side
blew cheeks
When he kicked the staggering drunk in the stomach, he fell unsightly onto the table.
“This bastard.”
“Attack!”
It was an instant to become a mess.
The drunken party, who had been watching the situation with giggles until just now, jumped up from their seats at the fact that the situation was becoming serious.
Their number was three.
It seems that everyone is familiar with street fights, but the way they swing their fists is quite sharp, but with one punch, they are shocked by the world.
puck.
Quadang!
It was one-sided.
The three men fell out before they could do anything, and Chris kicked them in the face as they tried to get up.
Blood spattered. Those who had lost their minds could no longer run at Chris.
Valhalla.
There is a way for them to live here.
They sorted out the situation through a duel when deciding right or wrong, but the way they decided the winner was different from that of other countries.
three ways. Either die or become incapable of combat.
If not, the final method was to admit surrender and end the confrontation.
blast furnace.
It was not decided just by bleeding and collapsing.
The people of Valhalla hate to die shouting surrender, so the drunkards were able to stop running after losing their minds.
It was a pitiful situation. The inn, which had been a casual atmosphere until just now, had become a mess with people bleeding on the floor and broken tables.
The owner’s reaction was calm.
Seeing him accept it as if it were a normal thing, Roman Dmitri stood up, putting a gold coin on the table.
“I’ll pay for the riot in gold coins. And where is the busiest place in Paulo?”
goldfinch.
The innkeeper who saw it showed a bright expression.
“Aigo thank you. I will guide you to the busiest street in Paulo!”
Even the people of Valhalla.
After all, humans are just humans.
* * *
Under the guidance of the innkeeper.
Roman Dmitri and his party arrived at a square full of people.
“This is Paulo Square. It is the center of the city, and it is a place where people come and go because you can go anywhere with Paul as the center. Just in case you don’t know, I warn you in advance that you shouldn’t make the same noise here as you did at the inn. I’m a person who sells to outsiders, so I can handle most things, but extreme people don’t know what to do when a person from Valhalla is attacked.”
It was a heartfelt warning.
Covering his face with a cloth, he hurried out of the square, fearing that others might see him.
Roman Dmitry looked around.
People of Valhalla.
They had a peaceful atmosphere.
Not unlike other countries, they got along with each other and touted, and merchants raised their voices and sold their goods.
The problem was that people in other countries were not suited to such peace. Merchants kept their mouths shut when people from other countries approached, and some covered their noses and frowned.
actually.
Paulo is not such an extreme city.
Still, since it is a city adjacent to the border, there are more things to contact with outsiders than other cities in Valhalla, but racial discrimination reached its peak during the festival.
The festival honoring the souls of warriors is a privilege only for the people of Valhalla.
However, many people who showed interest in events in other countries entered Valhalla to experience the festival, and their behavior did not look so good to the people of Valhalla.
They are not warriors.
Only those who shed blood on the battlefield deserved to enjoy the festival, but outsiders dared to break the festival as entertainment.
It was a completely unacceptable problem.
Valhalla’s sacred culture was not wanted to be consumed by the people of other countries, so it was dangerous to enter Valhalla during the festival.
Roman Dmitry walked among the people.
The objectionable people stepped out of the way, each whispering to the party and showing their dislike for Roman Dmitri.
It’s a matter of seconds when racism turns to violence.
The moment even one of those with dangerous eyes stepped forward, they might resort to violence against outsiders.
It was a fun country.
A country that is called an empire but does not yet have the dignity appropriate for an empire.
If Cronus could not control his strong greed, Valhalla was a country that had not yet abandoned its savagery.
‘The chaos of the Salamander Continent is no coincidence. Kronos and Valhalla. Since the two major mountain ranges that govern the continent are not fair, the continent has no choice but to suffer from war and violence. Although people say that Kronos is to blame for the chaos. Valhalla’s tendencies and their inaction are also to blame.’
tall.
I stopped walking.
This trip to Valhalla.
It was the starting point of a new game.
Roman Dmitri will make his presence known here before the war ignites in earnest.
buzz buzz.
People’s eyes were focused.
in the middle of the square.
To the gaze of those who show suspicion towards people in other countries.
Roman Dmitry raised his voice.
“I am Roman Dmitri, heir to the Duchy of Dmitri! If there is someone who wants to confront me, come forward!”
* * *
The mood has changed.
At first, if it was simply discrimination and vigilance, people showed hostility to Roman Dmitri’s remarks.
Opponent: Roman Dmitry.
It’s a rumor tester.
Usually, they get scared and withdraw, but Valhalla was different.
“How dare you mess around in Valhalla. I will deal with you!”
He was a man of strong physique.
His gigantic physique reminiscent of Mount Tai and his face full of scars prove that he is not an ordinary person.
People formed a space around Roman Dmitri and the man.
The stage for the confrontation was set before anyone knew it, and even though there was no signal to start, the man rushed at it.
Qurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Aura rose.
The man was an Aura swordsman.
Its strength was not comparable to that of Roman Dmitri, but it looked as if it could devour the opponent at once.
Huung.
wielded a weapon
A huge ax cut through the wind, and Roman Dmitry avoided the attack without drawing his sword.
The sound of the wind cracking was terrifying.
From the start, the man stepped forward as if he wanted to see the match, and pushed fiercely, ignoring defense and only aiming for the opponent’s vitals.
It was definitely belligerent.
Even though Roman Dmitri clearly had the advantage, the man proved what a warrior he was.
however.
You picked the wrong opponent.
Roman Dmitri evaded the attack, walked on his legs, and blew his cheek as he staggered.
Damn!
The head jerked back.
Blood burst from the man’s face, and drops of blood splattered on the ground.
embarrassing situation.
Even though he wielded his weapon, he was slapped on the cheek instead, and the man gritted his teeth with a very hot face.
In Valhalla, disgrace is more unbearable than death.
The man’s muscles swelled up as if they would burst at any moment, but the weapon he wielded never hit the target effectively.
And always.
shit.
blown cheek
At first, I thought it was not an intentional attack.
But this time, in the face of being slapped, he realized that Roman Dmitri was looking down on him.
“This bastard!”
Anger exploded.
this is obviously
It was an act of self-ignorance.
In Valhalla, it is the law to treat warriors, but he was mocking himself completely like a child.
The face was already messed up.
The man charged furiously, wielding his weapon whether or not he was slapped on the cheek, but there was a limit to what his will could do.
shit.
head turns
wielded an ax
shit.
Let’s turn our heads again.
This time, as he moved forward, he tried to hug Roman Dmitri.
shit.
My legs staggered.
I was out of my mind.
The shock blurred the vision, and the fiercely burning will of the warrior was terribly trampled in the face of overwhelming force.
But strangely. I didn’t lose my mind and fall down.
Obviously, the shock was so great that the whole face was ripped off, but no matter how hit it was, there was no loss of consciousness.
Damn!
Squeak clatter!
at last.
I got down on my knees.
He too was a man.
As he could not even resist the continuing shock, the man needed a way to escape the situation.
“… I will surrender.”
then
Roman Dmitri lowered his hand that was about to blow his cheek.
* * *
“Uhhhh.”
“I’d rather die.”
“You bastard with no self-respect! Don’t insult Valhalla!”
People booed.
three choices.
Among them, the fact that he chose to surrender at first made him feel ashamed of the existence of the warrior who cheered.
As a man, it was embarrassing.
Only the person who got hit knew.
The mind-bending shock was an unfamiliar shock that had never been experienced on the battlefield.
“Go away. I will show you the will of Valhalla.”
He was a new man.
Unlike the previous man, he was a slender man, but the sword scar across his face and his sharp eyes showed signs of poisoning.
He too knew he could not win against Roman Dmitri.
The aura swordsman rumored to have defeated Gustavo Knight Commander is not something that ordinary people can come across.
however.
Surrendering was another matter.
Even if he lost, he intended to show what it meant to lose with honor.
and such thoughts.
The first time I was slapped on the cheek, I woke up.
Damn!
Dodge the dagger attack.
Roman Dmitry blew his cheek.
With his head spinning, the man instantly saw heaven.
‘… Such crazy.’
great pain.
My eyes were spinning tight.
The man stumbled and tried to shout surrender without even realizing it, but he managed to keep his mouth shut when people jeered at him.
Regrets came later.
I thought I knew why the man in front of me shouted surrender, but I didn’t want to show the humiliation of shouting surrender to those who valued the process.
‘It’s a judge’s decision.’
I gave up defense and ran.
rather.
Get hit properly and faint.
Then, at least as a warrior, it was the path to defeat with honor.
but.
shit.
squeaky squeaky.
No matter how beaten, the spirit was intact.
Roman Dmitri slashed his cheeks, channeling mana, and while conveying pain, he softened the shock so that the opponent would not lose consciousness.
It was an embarrassing situation for the opponent.
Thinking that the impact of being slapped on the cheek would last until he shouted surrender, the man finally made a decision.
‘There is no other way.’
shit.
head turned
The man fell to the ground as if he had fainted from shock.
I closed my eyes tightly.
Even if he loses to a man who passed out after fighting to the end, people will applaud him.
Above the dark consciousness.
I heard the cold voice of Roman Dmitry.
“Wake up. You haven’t lost your mind yet.”
Kwak.
“Cheak!”
Feet pressing vital points.
I woke up screaming.
The man’s face turned red at the thought that his intentions had been discovered.
Only then did I know
‘I can’t believe this bastard.’
Roman Dmitry.
From the beginning, he intended to completely trample Valhalla’s pride.
