CH 232

Feast for the Feast (3)

murmur murmur.

People formed a long procession.

At the forefront of them biting their tails, a man with a large body moved forward, receiving the attention of the people.

"Morales! Honor Valhalla!"

"I believe!"

"Nothing like Roman Dmitry can take Morales-sama's place!"

People screaming from all sides.

It was a familiar sight.

The monster of Valhalla.

Or, a man called a warrior of wide breadth.

Morales was a representative of Valhalla.

He perfectly inherited the bloodline of Valhalla, which is commonly thought of by people, and has proven his qualities as a warrior by going from one battlefield to the next from a young age.

I don't know anything about cowardice.

Even if his neck was blown away, he genuinely enjoyed the fight against the strong, and when he first entered the Valhalla ranking, he blew his opponent's head off with blood on his head.

Ranked 12th.

Although he was not one of the strongest among the ten, he was loved by the people of Valhalla regardless of his ranking.

he like that

He went out to face Roman Dmitry.

People followed Morales and were convinced of his victory.

'Barbosa. I will break the cycle of ill-fated ties with you.'

beyond memory.

I remember meeting Barbossa.

At first, Morales was as talented as Barbossa, but he fell bloody against Barbossa at the meeting of the best warriors in town.

It wasn't because I wasn't good enough.

Before going on stage, there was a force that interfered with Morales, and he went on stage in the worst condition.

made no excuses.

Preserving the body is also an ability.

So, Morales knelt down.

He vomited blood and his skin was torn to pieces, but Morales looked up at his opponent with an evil face.

from then.

The mischief had begun.

The wounds of that day were covered with tattoos, and he relentlessly trains for the day he will meet again with Barbossa.

But the reality has not changed. Barbosa was a descendant of a famous family.

With his power behind him, he grew up with full support, and, unlike Morales, who grew up wildly in the wild, he developed by leaps and bounds.

6th and 12th place.

The future is so decided.

The minute difference has now grown beyond keeping up with it, but Morales still hasn't let go of the bond.

'If I compromise with reality, I will be able to live a comfortable life just like you. But I am a warrior of Valhalla. In order not to be ashamed under the sky, I will try to become stronger by my own strength. Barbosa. I cannot tolerate a disgusting human like you, wearing a warrior's mask and cheering people on.'

this fight.

life took

Barbosa will try to kill herself, but the memories of that day when she clenched her teeth led her to where she is today.

stand tall.

The destination you have arrived at.

I saw the place where Roman Dmitry was staying.

Morales took a deep breath.

Then, with a voice as loud as his huge body, he called out the name of the man who would be reduced to his sacrifice.

"Roman Dmitry! This Morales will deal with you!"

* * *

over the door.

Roman Dmitry appeared.

Even after hearing Morales' name, Roman Dmitry did not show any special reaction.

A face with no fear.

Seeing that he took the confrontation with the strong for granted, Morales asked with an interesting expression.

"Roman Dmitry. I will ask you one thing. The Valhalla Empire has called you against Barbossa to avenge the death of the Earl of Denver. The pride of a warrior was nowhere to be found. It's clearly a position that threatens your life, but why did you accept the offer of the Valhalla Empire even though you knew its intentions?"

"An invitation for revenge?"

"What do you mean by that?"

In the words of Morales.

people murmured

It was the Golden Poem (今始初聞).

Ordinary people thought that they had simply invited Roman Dmitry, but behind the truth was a dirty truth.

The festival of Valhalla is a place to honor the souls of the warriors.

We need people to shine purely, but the leaders of Valhalla have mixed self-interest that goes against their true purpose.

Some people were outraged.

If what Morales said is true, then the Valhalla imperial family has plotted to defile Valhalla.

Roman Dmitry said.

"Why should I avoid it? If a place that threatens my life is on a stage that proves each other's strength. The Valhalla Empire cannot kill me."

"Does that mean you can defeat Barbosa?"

"Otherwise, there would have been no reason to accept the invitation."

"Ah ha ha ha ha."

Morales laughed out loud.

Roman Dmitry.

I like it.

Even though he knew Valhalla's cowardly plan, he did not know that he believed in his skills and set foot in the trap.

was reckless

was overdone

He was a man befitting Valhalla, who really knew what the spirit of Valhalla was.

"It's arrogant. Therefore, it deserves respect. I love guys like you crazy. Even though they know that the position they are standing in is Saji, the warriors who fight for their strength until the end will receive the blessing of Valhalla even when they die. But it's still too early. At the age of only 20, you, who have never experienced the real world. It would be premature to face Barbosa. So, let me take your place."

"You sound funny."

Roman Dmitry chuckled.

"Until I get to where I am today. I faced swordsmen who are often called rankers, and there was never a single person who was certain of my victory. They always say the same thing as you. Still in my 20's. Just like your guy. Against the rankers who have already proven their skills, they will never be able to win. And now I exist before you as a winner."

Shh.

drew his sword

"Do you think you are particularly different?"

spit out words.

A crack appeared in Morales' expression.

It wasn't anger, it was pure joy.

It was unexpected.

Roman Dmitry, who thought he was a kid who didn't know the subject, was a madman who knew the spirit of Valhalla.

confrontation with the strong.

It was always bloody.

Question-and-answer dance.

No more words were needed.

OK. From now on, let's see who is the right warrior for the festival.

Quiet rumble.

Explosive mana.

Morales ran towards Roman Dmitry.

* * *

people did not see

A moment in the blink of an eye.

A large man who filled his field of vision appeared in front of Roman Dmitry at some point and swung his great sword.

Quang!

Quiet rumble.

A powerful explosion occurred.

In Morales' Greatsword, an aura different from those he had dealt with before arose, and a huge aura that seemed to devour all directions swung towards Roman Dmitry.

The ground shook. The tremendous shock that occurred whenever the weapons collided, and the onlookers fell to the floor and rioted.

Quang!

I lowered my head.

Roman Dmitry raised his sword to block it, but Morales frantically slammed it down as if he didn't care.

Quang!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

It was a violent attack.

With his chest wide open, he pushed the attack forward without thinking about defense.

flash.

A sword that cuts the wind.

Roman Dmitry attempted a counterattack.

However, Morales caught the movement of the sword right in front of his nose, and exploded the aura of a part of his body, turning his body.

It was really a small difference.

If there was even a slight margin of error, the flesh would have cracked and the intestines would have been pouring out, but Morales rushed forward as if nothing had happened.

"Where!"

Quang!

Quiet rumble.

wide-ranging warrior.

That was the reason it was called.

A being who ignores defense and wins purely through attack.

Morales stood on the blade.

On his unseen skin, covered in tattoos, it was evident how horribly his methods had come to be. was full of wounds.

Cuts, torns, and pits covered his body in a mess, but Morales was a tight-knit type who thought that a fight without a single wound was not a real fight.

sure.

Driving your opponent into a corner.

It caused an aura.

An aura that exploded like it would pierce the sky, slamming Roman Dmitry down once more.

Quang-

Quiet rumble.

'Stop this?'

Morales' eyes lit up.

just clash.

It was an attack that even the same 5-star swordsmen could not block.

However, Roman Demidmitri not only blocked Morales' attack, but also took the next step right away, attacking his loophole. It was fast.

He reacted momentarily by exploding his body's aura, but thin blood lines were drawn on Morales' cheeks, and blood splattered.

Heck, he laughed.

Roman Dmitry was real.

It wasn't an empty self-confidence, it was someone who had the skills to really deal with Barbossa.

'The world is wide. To reach this level at the age of 20.'

beyond memory.

I thought of a being called the First Sword (第一劍).

The monstrous creature, the first Morales to fully admit defeat, would not have been so strong at the age of Roman Dmitry.

However.

Roman Dmitry is young.

It was a very harsh fate to meet him at a time when he was not yet mature.

Quang!

stepped on the ground

A pulsing aura erupted, cracking the ground as if there had been an earthquake.

How to use the unfamiliar aura.

The ground collapsed, limiting the space, and boulders bouncing everywhere blocked Roman Dmitry's movement.

cornering your opponent.

"Please stop this too."

Quiet rumble.

Morales' sword fell towards Roman Dmitry.

* * *

a fleeting moment.

The opponent's intentions were visible.

Morales collapsed the surrounding terrain for a clash of pure power.

'Is the top ranker different?'

opponents in the past.

The use of the aura was limited.

The aura that exploded from the body was manifested through a medium, or it was used only as a way to amplify the body's abilities.

But Morales was different.

By spreading the aura on the ground, it caused cracks like an earthquake, and the stones floating in the air were adjusted one by one and placed in a difficult position to avoid.

momentary judgment.

confused

Roman Dmitry could face it head-on, but he actively responded to his opponent's intentions.

tap.

quickly fell back

In a situation where it collapsed as soon as it touched the ground, Morales rushed in like a bear.

"I can't run away anymore!"

Quiet rumble.

The great sword inflated greatly.

The sharpness of the aura was so great, it looked as if the size of the greatsword had doubled.

Quang!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The attack was in full swing.

Confining the space with collapsing ground and boulders, Roman Dmitry drove like crazy from the unavoidable situation.

There were flashes of flickering light from all directions.

Normal people could not open their eyes to the storm of the aura, and the only sight I saw was a scene where the lights of the auras were entangled and collided with each other.

sure-

split the wind

The air split open, and Morales' gaze turned to Roman Dmitry.

bang!

feet on the floor.

The ground fell.

At the same time, the bouncing boulder completely blocked Roman Dmitry's movements.

dead end road.

That was then.

The moment Morales' sword fell towards Roman Dmitry, Roman Dmitry's figure disappeared from view.

Morales.

He fell into a great delusion.

It would be premature to think that he was superior in the battle of power and power in the first place, but the terrain had no effect on Roman Dmitry.

He in a previous life. Battles were fought in a variety of environments.

Even in the vast grasslands, on the swaying deck, and at the edge of the cliff from which there is no turning back.

space.

It's just space.

How to use it is entirely up to the human ability.

tuk.

up the gaze.

Roman Dmitry came to mind.

I stepped on a stone that floated in the air, and the stone did not sink at all, adding momentum to Roman Dmitry's body.

Kyunggong (輕功).

It was ignorant of how to move.

Roman Dmitry used the stones that appeared in all directions as if they were stairs, and then disappeared in an instant to a position that Morales could not dare to follow.

It was the moment when Morales' aim became useless.

The way he had defeated numerous enemies in the past, Roman Dmitry made a marvelous move.

Unbelievable sight.

When Morales opened his eyes.

Over his head, the flames of an aura fell like lightning.