Chapter 231 A festival for the sake of a festival (2)
People’s expressions hardened.
Blood dripping on the floor.
I’m not embarrassed that people died.
It was a very common situation for a Valhalla warrior to die in a confrontation, but the problem was the process of Bartolo’s defeat.
Bartolo is a ranker in Valhalla.
He was a skilled player who could never be taken lightly, and he watched the opponent’s movements until the end with his vigilance toward Roman Dmitri, and then attacked in a surprise attack.
series of courses.
had the upper hand.
What people expected was a panicked Roman Dmitri pushed back.
however.
I was hit with a single blow.
Normal people couldn’t even properly check how they attacked, but Bartolo stumbled and fell down.
It was a shocking sight.
People couldn’t hide their shaking pupils at the thought that the rumor that they had defeated Gustavo Knight Commander in one blow might be true.
“next.”
Voiced by Roman Dmitry.
It was calm.
As if it was no big deal, Roman Dmitri took his eyes off Bartolo’s corpse.
Paulo and Marin.
The purpose of the confrontation was different.
In Paulo, if it was an armed demonstration announcing his arrival, it was a place to prove what kind of person Roman Dmitri, who will now stand against Barbossa, is.
It was not necessary to obtain surrender with overwhelming violence.
A clear case that those who challenge should prepare for death. A confrontation, rather than a hundred words, showed the seriousness of the situation.
If it was a country other than Valhalla.
People just didn’t know if they would back off.
However, those who truly followed Valhalla were aroused by the fact that Roman Dmitri’s skills were real.
“Valhalla!”
A man stepping forward.
He was an unknown figure.
Even knowing that he would die, he hoped that his existence would shine on the strong man’s sword.
“I will deal with you this time.”
seat of verification.
The stage to test Roman Dmitri began from now on.
* * *
Referee too.
There were no rules.
It was a simple contest of arms, and when a challenger came forward, people naturally created a space.
That was it.
Even though no signal was dropped, the challenger rushed like a dog.
That’s right.
The challenger sprayed the dagger first.
The confrontation between Valhalla warriors does not cover any means and methods.
In a situation under the name of confrontation, one-on-one confrontation without prior consultation is a problem, but it was common to use weapons such as daggers like now.
Even if it attacks vital points, bites off ears, and stabs opponents in the eyes. In Valhalla, only survival was the priority on the battlefield where blood and death raged.
swish
The dagger passed by.
The challenger threw a dagger in anticipation of the opponent’s evasion range, but Roman Dmitri didn’t move at all.
A dagger that passes by.
The challenger gritted it.
Raising an aura, he thrust his sword into the opponent’s heart.
Flash.
Pooh.
head blown off
The blood spurted out like a fountain, and the body ran forward, passing Roman and rolling on the floor.
Patter.
blood dripping from the sky.
Roman Dmitri didn’t bother to avoid it.
Accepting blood on the battlefield was the method of the Demonic Cult.
“next.”
“I am Gattu of Valhalla.”
A man named Gatu.
This time, he was a ranker in Valhalla.
Even though the difference in ranking between Bartolo and Bartolo was not large, he looked at Roman Dmitri with a face that was hot.
It was a wonderful force. Dying to the truly strong is a blessing granted to Valhalla warriors.
Due to the previous results, Gatu thought that his life would be worth it if he died for Roman Dmitri’s verification.
Huung.
It started with Gatu’s advance.
Using a mace suspended from a chain, Gatu wriggled his huge muscles to attack the opponent by swinging the mace.
Kwajik!
The floor was smashed.
It was a great power.
The aura rose and freely controlled the movement of the chain, and the mace came out and blocked the direction of Roman Dmitri’s movement.
It was a unique attack method.
General aura swordsmen use the universal medium of the sword, but the warriors of the Valhalla Empire used aura in different ways.
Valhalla.
That is why they are strong.
Irregular attacks caught loopholes, and the true warriors of Valhalla showed that the stronger the opponent, the more they burned.
Those who spoke of surrender in Paulo.
It is undeniable that they were also born in Valhalla, but the people they are facing now are the kind that represent the roots of Valhalla.
Qurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
“Where!”
Gatu raised an aura.
He changed the direction of his mace from a distance and gritted his teeth in an attempt to somehow crush Roman Dmitri.
That moment.
Papa pat.
The wind blew.
The chain surrounded by the aura was cut at once, and the mace, which had lost its restraint, was seen falling to the ground.
For Gatu, it was the moment when he felt death intuition.
If he didn’t shout surrender like this, Roman Dmitri’s sword would blow his throat, but Gatu grabbed the short chain attached to the mace with his bare hands and swung it at Roman Dmitri.
“porridge… gagging.”
squeak.
shining sword.
Gattu’s head was blown off with a face full of madness.
He was rather excited about the fact that his opponent was an overwhelming force.
Took.
Degur.
My head rolled on the floor.
“next.”
The confrontation continued.
The warriors who were not afraid of death continued to challenge Roman Dmitri, but there was not a single being who showed a meaningful fight.
Bodies piled up.
At first, when one or two people died, they still showed hope that they could defeat Roman Dmitri, but when they increased to dozens of corpses, their expressions turned pale.
It was the same just now.
This time, a ranker ranked 57th in Valhalla came forward, and after exchanging attacks several times, he received a long cut on his chest.
Pooh.
trembling body.
Ranker knelt down.
People took a step back without even realizing it.
“next.”
repeated words.
People looked into each other’s eyes.
Those who truly believed in and followed Valhalla were willing to die, but not all people in Valhalla risked their lives like the people before them.
The world people live in is the same. Valhalla’s reputation as a country of warriors is maintained by only a few.
Most of the time, like in Paulo, I couldn’t help but be terrified in the face of overwhelming violence.
He averted his gaze.
Fearing that Roman Dmitry might point at them, people no longer dared to look him in the eyes.
“It is still a long year. Is there anyone who will challenge me more?”
Early moning.
People rushed wildly.
However, the surroundings were just getting brighter, but I couldn’t find the ferocious spirit of the people.
Corpses scattered on the floor.
They have demonstrated the minimum qualifications.
I knew that unless I really wanted to die, I couldn’t deal with Roman Dmitri with tolerable skills.
said Roman Dmitry.
“There is one day left until the eve. If there is someone who challenges you, always knock on the door.”
I took a step back.
Like that, people stared blankly at Roman Dmitri disappearing inside.
* * *
Marin jumped up.
The center of the rumor was Roman Dmitry.
I heard that he would accept the challenge through Sanchez, but as the sun rose in the middle of the sky, I heard the shocking news.
“… Are you done already?”
“Because it is. People flocked to it from early in the morning, but no one was able to properly counter the attack against Roman Dmitri. Since the head of the jokjok who challenged flew away, no one could challenge after about a dozen people died. So I came back thinking that I was wasting my time.”
“To think that Roman Dmitri was that strong. What did the rankers of Valhalla do?”
“This man. Do you think the rankers didn’t come out? The person whose head was blown off in one blow from the start was Bartolo, one of Valhalla’s rankers. Other than that, rankers like Gatu came forward, but they lost without being able to do anything against Roman Dmitri. That is the truth I just witnessed.”
“This crazy.”
People were astonished.
The name value of those who lost against Roman Dmitry.
was never complacent
If he said that Bartolo died at the end of the battle, he would understand it to some extent, but he couldn’t readily accept the fact that he died in one blow.
In the meantime, I denied the rumors from the distant battlefield.
When he was told that a being called Roman Dmitri overwhelmingly defeated Count Butler Nicholas and even the commander of the Gustavo Knights, he sneered, saying that it was a nonsense peculiar to battlefields that are often intended to create heroes.
however.
I couldn’t do that now.
The value of the names of rankers, including Bartolo, proved that there was a clear basis for Roman Dmitri’s actions.
“… His ability to overwhelm Valhalla’s rankers at the age of 20? I wonder how the Kingdom of Cairo defeated the Empire of Cronus, and an unparalleled hero was born.”
Recognized Roman Dmitry.
But apart from that, it was unacceptable for Roman Dmitri to stand on the festival stage like this.
still lacking
Barbossa.
Valhalla’s top ranker.
Even if he acknowledged the rumors, he was not suitable as an opponent for Barbossa.
“I want the top rankers to step up. We can’t put Roman Dmitri on the festival stage like this.”
“Wouldn’t Morales step up? His disciple, Sanchez, spread rumors about Roman Dmitri, and in fact, Barbossa’s opponent was Morales. He’s enough to defeat Roman Dmitri. And he is also a suitable person as a warrior who will represent Valhalla.”
“yes. No matter how long Roman Dmitri flies, the odds of defeating Morales are slim.”
people concurred.
Morales.
hoped he would come
Although not mentioned in the Twelve Swords of the Continent, Morales was a monster recognized by all warriors in Valhalla.
sure win.
They did not doubt the warrior who represented their country.
* * *
Hwareuk.
Fire.
The light flickered.
Amidst the red light illuminating the dark space, the tall man reverently wiped the surface of his sword with a dry cloth.
“Sanchez. Do you know why I am trying to deal with Barbossa?”
man’s identity.
It was Morales.
At Morales’ words, Sanchez said with a confident tone of answer.
“It’s because of past bad ties.”
“You are right. In the first place, my relationship with Barbossa stemmed from a terrible relationship. However, contrary to popular rumors, the fundamental reason for the bad relationship is not an inferiority complex towards Barbossa. Barbossa. The Twelve Swords of the Continent, which Valhalla is proud of, are not born with the pride of a warrior as you might think.”
beyond memory.
Morales recalled his memories of Barbossa.
The first time they fought him, Barbossa took down Morales in an unfair way.
It was from then.
At the name Barbossa, Morales gnashed his teeth.
“I hate Barbossa. I don’t like the way he makes noise as if he is a being blessed by Valhalla while receiving cheers from people. So, I was hoping for a confrontation with him. Because Barbossa cannot exist under the same sky. I’ve been honing my swordsmanship all this while with the single thought of defeating Barbossa, the trumpeter of the worm-like leaders who trample on the traditions of Valhalla. But Roman Dmitry took my place. It could be a choice to ignore me, or maybe a dirty plan by the top officials to protect Barbossa. sure thing. The stage of the festival is my seat.”
“You are right.”
It was surprising for Sanchez.
Barbossa and Morales.
I didn’t know that there was a special reason for the bad relationship between the two, not just a rivalry that had been done since childhood.
Morales raised his sword.
The greatsword befitting the gigantic body exudes overwhelming momentum.
“Sanchez. Call the people of Valhalla from now on. So that everyone can watch the match between me and Roman Dmitri. I will prove to the Valhalla leadership that I am a suitable opponent for Barbossa. If I defeat Roman Dmitri, then Barbossa will not be able to escape my fate.”
if you lose
His bowl is just that.
Morales’ tattooed muscles twitch as he steps out into the sun.
Monsters of Valhalla.
A monster of a different rank from the beings he had dealt with so far, finally raised its gigantic body.
