Chapter 233 A festival for the sake of a festival (4)
A series of situations.
Visually unacceptable.
There was no technology anywhere in the world to gain momentum by stepping on a stone floating in the air.
Qurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
The world was brightly colored.
At the thunderbolt falling from the sky, Morales raised his head and swung his sword upward.
Quaang!
Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwa Kwam!
A great shock occurred.
A tremendous overload was pushed into the muscles to the point where the hair all over the body stood on end, and Morales’ body was pushed all the way as it was in the posture of blocking the attack.
People’s astonishment erupted.
Since Morales is a monster in Valhalla, it is called a symbol of strength, but the scene just before clearly showed him being pushed out of power.
Kwajik.
The ground collapsed.
The earth, softened by the impact, collapsed with every step, but Roman Dmitri was not constrained by the terrain.
widely.
Tarak.
It was a strange move.
Even as he stepped on the collapsing ground like a person without weight, his running speed did not slow down in the slightest.
People in this world only knew how to powerfully manifest the explosive power of aura.
Roman Dmitri’s strength was martial arts in pursuit of ‘lightness’, and the appearance of gaining momentum even with falling stones added to the embarrassment.
Flash.
Quaang-
bounced sideways.
It was a space where I thought there was no place to step, but Roman Dmitri swung his sword while stepping on a stone the size of a fist.
Morales’ reaction was quick.
He boldly tilted his head and let go of the opponent’s attack, but Roman Dmitri once again gained momentum, jumped up, and slashed him down with his sword.
Qurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Quaang!
Morales’ expression hardened.
Just by blocking Roman Dmitri’s linked attack, his face turned red before he knew it.
that too.
It was no different from other people.
Although he considered Roman Dmitri to be of the same kind as himself, he did not think that a swordsman in his 20s would be stronger than himself.
It is not a decision based on common sense.
In the meantime, the memories he had experienced while wandering through numerous battlefields instinctively denied that Roman Dmitri was stronger than himself.
however.
Not now.
A fiercely driven battle.
Roman Dmitry had a clear advantage in strength.
It didn’t just simply obliterate the terrain, but it pressed Morales with overwhelming power in any position.
After all, the world was wide. Roman Dmitri’s bizarre movements and power beyond common sense.
The fact that a being with all of those things hasn’t gotten out of his 20s yet.
As the realm of common sense crumbled, Morales accepted the reality that he might be defeated in this confrontation.
Quaang!
bounced off each other
Morales, who pushed Roman Dmitri back with an aura, smiled all over his face.
“So much fun!”
always wanted
May you fight a warrior like Roman Dmitry.
May you exist as a warrior under the blessings of Valhalla.
open the chest
The scars on his broad chest proved that Morales’ joy was sincere.
“From now on, I won’t think about the future. This Morales will do everything in his power to defeat Roman Dmitri.”
Qurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Mana was seething.
A change that spreads throughout the body.
Bones twisted.
The huge body swelled to a larger size than before, and the hairs in the pores grew wildly, covering the whole body to the extent that no tattoos could be found.
Morales’ face contorted.
As he looked forward, letting out a moan of pain, his eyes were not human.
A being in the shape of a bear.
He was a descendant of the savages.
* * *
A top ranker in the Empire.
Until they got to the spot, they sharpened their own weapons.
It was not enough to simply have a strong aura.
How to handle powerful power became the criterion for determining strength, and Morales was not able to occupy the 12th place with only bold attacks.
The ability to change that is allowed only to the descendants of the savages. Developing it, Morales reached the stage of assimilation.
“Rurrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”
The blood of the beast circulated in his body.
His senses expanded and he accepted the senses transmitted from his surroundings in incomparable detail.
and.
The greatsword was abandoned.
The nails sprouting from both hands were wrapped in an aura, and it looked as if he was holding 10 swords in each hand.
tadak.
Qurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
The moment you hit the ground.
There was a shock as if the ground was collapsing.
Morales’ huge body, standing over 3m, rushed towards Roman Dmitri, and as he swung both hands straight, he dug out roughly along the aura from the floor.
It was an attack that made you shudder just by looking at it.
Roman Dmitri’s existence seemed to be degraded to the beast’s prey.
however.
Roman Dmitry faced his opponent.
They did not back down and faced each other from the front.
Kwak Kwa Kwak!
Qurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
From then on, it was a realm of transcendence.
Morales drove madly, not thinking about defense, as if he had expected that Roman Dmitri would block his attacks.
Roman Dmitri’s counterattack did not come easily.
10x 20x The rapidly burning beast’s senses recognized the opponent’s intentions from the start.
The moment you move your right finger.
I’ve already dug into a space to avoid.
When he twisted his body and lowered his sword, Morales reacted quickly and slashed the opponent’s attack with his claws.
Quaang!
A terrible shock ensued.
Blood leaked from Morales’ mouth, but the grotesquely contorted expression accepted the moment with delight.
“Let’s see the end!”
bang!
Kwak Kwa Kwak!
drove the attack
whether you die
Whether Roman Dmitry dies.
There is only one winner in this fight.
Although they were not entangled with each other, being born as warriors of Valhalla meant that they were destined to accept death at any time.
At least Roman Dmitry. He was more suited to Valhalla’s festivals than Barbossa.
Facing his attack head-on was the battle of warriors that Morales had hoped for.
Life burned.
Every time it erupts an aura.
Every time I ran into Roman Dmitri.
Morales’ body screamed.
He warned that excessive power beyond human limits will pay the price even if it is victorious.
however.
‘I will definitely win.’
Even if you accept death.
I didn’t take defeat for granted.
Morales frantically raised his aura.
As if he had already lost control, Morales’ body scraped the aura all over his body to the floor so as not to be pushed back by Roman Dmitri.
An intensely burning aura.
The ten auras expressed through the medium of the fingernails proved to those who watched how Morales rose to the 12th place.
broad-minded warrior.
Even rankers in the top 10 avoid it.
Everyone hated dealing with him because of his difficult nature as a descendant of a barbarian and his attack method that neglected defense.
so that.
It was said that Barbossa was reluctant to confront him.
Barbossa was a 6-star swordsman with the Twelve Swords of the Continent, but that didn’t mean he could defeat Morales without any damage.
An opponent who has to leave the realm of aura and take damage unconditionally.
That was the modifier to express Morales, and he was nothing short of a warrior in Valhalla.
Kwajik.
knocked down the ground once again.
I knew my opponent would back off.
Its bizarre movements would not be constrained by the terrain, but it tried to explode its aura by predicting the opponent’s direction.
That moment.
Beetle.
Morales’ eyes twitched.
Before even detonating the aura.
A flashing sword cut through his chest.
* * *
Morales was strong.
beings that have been encountered in the past.
It was a being on a different level from them, but there was a fact that the people of Valhalla overlooked.
Rumors from the public.
The achievement that shocked people was not the result of Roman Dmitri’s full effort.
‘Morales. You are a true warrior.’
Valhalla.
A country of warriors as they say.
Roman Dmitri’s experience of Valhalla was different from the rumors of extreme racism and surrender to overwhelming violence.
It was a series of disappointments.
The only opponent of the Kronos Empire was not a country with enough dignity to rule the continent.
In the meantime.
Morales proved Valhalla’s roots.
His presence told everything about how Valhalla was born and how the empire was formed.
Blood boiled.
The struggle Valhalla speaks of.
It was similar to the method of the Demonic Cult.
Even though there is a cruelty with life as collateral, Valhalla throughout the continent was a country that pursued a method familiar to Roman Dmitri.
Confronting Morales is not about mercy.
If Valhalla was similar to the Demonic Cult, it was time to prove what was right through force.
Roman Dmitry.
The prosecutor of the weak country that people criticize.
Against Barbossa, he proved that he was not lacking in the slightest, but rather, he had to worry about defeat.
A battle of strength and power.
enjoyed the confrontation.
He wanted to witness his presence with his own eyes, not something overwhelming that the general public could not confirm.
In that sense, Morales was the one who made Roman Dmitri genuinely happy.
The savage attack showed that the Salamander Continent had built their own world.
Pooh.
A sword that cut through the chest.
The skin was rough.
His steel-hard skin cracked, but Morales pressed on without a single groan.
“Ah!”
Quaang!
Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwam!
Even knowing that the defeat has deepened.
No fear of death was seen.
Against Morales, who burns his own presence, Roman Dmitri was willing to mix with him.
cut your arm
Blocked the attack.
cut your leg
The existence rushing to hug him was thrown to the floor as it was.
Kwajik!
Blood spattered.
Faces were crushed and the ground shattered.
The blood that flowed from Morales was already full, but Morales immediately raised his head and showed people his face covered in blood.
Screams were heard all around.
They couldn’t accept the fact that Morales, whom they trusted and followed, was being pushed away so unilaterally, but the scene in front of them forced reality.
drip.
Blood staining the floor.
Morales grinned.
I was used to the pain.
He knew he was standing on a limb.
sure
He will die here today.
* * *
The change was released.
Returning to human form, Morales screamed with a face full of madness.
“People of Valhalla! remember today Dmitri’s successor, Roman Dmitri, accepted the invitation even after knowing that Valhalla was trapping him with a cowardly ploy. He is a being born with the pride of a warrior. When we all doubted his existence, even before the confrontation with Barbossa, he accepted our challenge without shame in front of Valhalla!”
It was desperate.
The angry voice proved that Morales’ life was running out.
“What a joy this is. Valhalla leaped into an empire and lost its roots, and the country became a large country, but it had a narrower mind than a small country. No longer warriors seeking strength. It has become an era in which those who respond to political intrigues gain power. So welcome the presence of Roman Dmitri. enjoy his stage Keep your eyes open so no one can interfere with Barbossa’s duel with Roman Dmitri.”
Valhalla Imperial Family.
Barbossa is their dog.
The imperial family will surely think of a plan to achieve a perfect victory, and will try to manipulate the situation as if they were on their knees in the confrontation with Barbossa.
Roman Dmitri arrived in Paulo.
Just seeing that they were not guided by people and suffered from racial discrimination proved the narrow-mindedness of the leaders.
“Cool.”
coughed up blood
Morales gripped his sword again.
Raising an aura with a sharpened sword, he rushed towards Roman Dmitri.
he already
The inside was dead.
In the intense clash, life looked precarious like a candle that had all melted.
an imminent situation.
Roman Dmitri showed ‘a part’ of his power by exploding his life force and rushing forward.
Flash.
intense light.
no one has seen the truth
Before you even recognize that something has been done.
Roman Dmitri’s sword cut through Morales’ broad chest once again.
Pooh.
Pain arose.
Feeling the burning pain spread throughout his body, Morales smiled brightly at Roman Dmitri.
I was convinced by the attack just now. A strong conviction that Roman Dmitri could defeat Barbossa.
‘Barbossa. The messenger of death who will replace me will visit you soon.’
Morales collapses as it is.
after that.
Sanchez and others were wide-eyed with shocked expressions.
