CH 227

Valhalla Empire (2)

There is a saying in Valhalla.

Even the fat man passing by the street must have been a warrior who once drank blood on the battlefield.

That's how the drunkard was.

His face was crushed on the table, his nose was bruised and he was bleeding, but the drunken man immediately shook his head.

His face was already stained with blood.

Even though it would not be strange for most people to collapse and groan in pain, the drunken man spewed blood from his mouth with a viciously distorted expression.

"Hey. What kind of bastard is throwing a loaf of bread?!"

No more words were needed.

The drunkard rushed in.

He was about to knock Chris down by ramming it, but Chris diddged a step and shoved his fist into the opponent's abdomen.

puck!

"Gagging?!"

I opened my eyes.

There was an excruciating pain that could not be described in words, but the drunken clenched his teeth and swung his fists at Chris in succession.

It was definitely a stamina and will that surpassed ordinary people.

He showed his will to defeat Chris somehow, but what awaited him was merciless hands.

blah.

getting hit in the side

blown the cheek

As he kicked the staggering drunken's stomach, he fell out of sight on the table.

"This kid."

"Attack!"

Being a mess was instantaneous.

The party of drunkards who had been watching the situation with a giggle until recently got up from their seats at the fact that the situation had taken a serious turn.

Their number was three.

They seemed to be accustomed to street fights, and the shape of their fists were quite sharp, but they were shocked that the world flashed with a single punch.

puck.

Kwadang!

It was one-sided.

The three men fell before they could do anything, and Chris kicked them in the face as they were about to get up.

blood splashed For those who lost their minds, they could no longer run towards Chris.

Valhalla.

Here is the way they live.

When deciding between the two of them, they sort things out through a duel, and the way they decide whether to win or lose is different from that of other countries.

three ways. Either die, or become incapacitated in battle.

If not, the last option was to admit surrender and end the confrontation.

blast furnace.

Just bleeding and falling was not enough.

The people of Valhalla hate shouting surrender rather than dying, so drunkards can only stop rushing after losing their minds.

It was a miserable situation. The inn, which had just been a casual atmosphere, has become a mess with people bleeding on the floor and broken tables.

The owner's reaction was calm.

Taking it as if it were a normal thing, Roman Dmitry stood up, placing a gold coin on the table.

"Let the riots be paid for with gold coins. And, where is the busiest place in Paulo?"

goldfinch.

The innkeeper who saw it showed a bright expression.

"Oh, thank you. I will guide you to the best downtown area in Paulo!"

Even if it's from Valhalla.

After all, humans were just humans.

* * *

Following the innkeeper's guidance.

Roman Dmitry and his party arrived at a square full of people.

"This is Piazza Paulo. It is the center of the city, and from there, you can go anywhere with a foul, so it is a place where people come and go. I warn you in advance, just in case you don't want to make such a fuss here as at the inn. I'm an outsider, so anything goes well, but extreme people don't know what to do when a Valhalla is attacked.

It was a serious warning.

Covering his face with a cloth, he hurried out of the square in fear that others would see him.

Roman Dmitry looked around.

People of Valhalla.

They showed a peaceful atmosphere.

Not unlike other countries, they got along and solicited each other, and merchants raised their voices and sold goods.

The problem was that people from other countries did not fit into such a 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 close to the border, I have more contact with outsiders than in other cities in Valhalla, but racial discrimination reached its peak during the festival.

A festival to honor the souls of the warriors is the prerogative of the Valhalla people.

However, many people who showed interest in events from other countries came to 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 deserve the feast, but outsiders dared to break it as entertainment.

It was absolutely unacceptable.

They hoped that the sacred culture of Valhalla would not be consumed by people from other countries, so it was dangerous to enter Valhalla during the festival.

Roman Dmitry walked among the people.

Repulsive people got out of the way, and they each whispered to their companions, showing their resentment towards Roman Dmitry.

Racism turns into violence in an instant.

The moment even one of those with dangerous eyes stepped forward, they did not know that they might use violence against outsiders.

It was a fun country.

Even though it is called an empire, it is a country that does not yet have the dignity worthy of an empire.

If Kronos could not control his strong greed, Valhalla was a country that had not yet abandoned its savagery.

'The chaos of the Salamander Continent is not a coincidence. Kronos and Valhalla. Since the two great mountain ranges that rule the continent are not in harmony, the continent is always bound to suffer from war and violence. Although people say that Kronos is responsible for the chaos. Valhalla's tendencies and their bystanders are also responsible.'

stand tall.

stopped walking.

This time to Valhalla.

It was the starting point of a new game.

Before the war begins in earnest, Roman Dmitry will make his presence known here.

murmur murmur.

People's attention was focused.

in the middle of the square.

In their gaze, showing suspicion to people from other countries.

Roman Dmitry raised his voice.

"I am Roman Dmitry, heir of the Duchy of Dmitry! If anyone has a fight with me, come forward!"

* * *

The atmosphere has changed.

At first, if it was just discrimination and vigilance, people showed hostility to Roman Dmitry's remarks.

Opponent: Roman Dmitry.

It's a rumored aura swordsman.

Usually, they get scared and walk away, but Valhalla was different.

"How dare you act 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 proved that he was not an ordinary person.

People formed a space around Roman Dmitry and the man.

The stage for the confrontation was set, and even though there was no specific start signal, the man rushed in.

Quiet rumble.

Aura rose.

The man was an aura swordsman.

Its strength was not comparable to that of Roman Dmitry, but on the surface, it seemed to eat the opponent at once.

hooo.

wielded a weapon

A huge ax split the wind, and Roman Dmitry avoided the attack without drawing his sword.

The sound of the cracking of the wind was terrifying.

From the start, the man fiercely pushed forward as he stepped forward as if he was going to win, neglecting the defense and only aimed at the vital points of the opponent.

It was definitely militant.

Although Roman Dmitry was obviously in an advantageous confrontation, the man proved what a warrior was.

But.

You picked the wrong opponent.

Roman Dmitry walked his legs avoiding the attack, and as he staggered, he blew his cheek.

damn!

The head turned quickly.

Blood spurted from the man's face, and drops of blood splattered on the ground.

embarrassing situation.

As he wielded his weapon and slapped him in the face, the man clenched his teeth with a hot face.

In Valhalla, what is more unbearable than death is disgrace.

The man's muscles swelled up as if they were about to explode, but the weapon he wielded never effectively hit.

and always.

damn.

slapped cheeks

At first I thought it wasn't an intentional attack.

But again, in the face of being slapped in the face, he realized that Roman Dmitry was looking down on him.

"This bastard!"

Anger exploded.

this is obviously

It was an act of ignoring oneself.

In Valhalla, it was the law to treat warriors, but he was completely mocking himself like a child.

His face was already messed up.

The man ran frantically and swung his weapon whether he was slapped in the cheek or not, but there was a limit to the movements his will could make.

damn.

head turns

wielded an ax

damn.

Let's turn our heads once more.

This time moving forward, he tried to embrace Roman Dmitry.

damn.

My legs staggered.

I was out of my mind

His vision was blurred by the shock, and the will of the warrior, which had been burning fiercely, was crushed horribly in the face of overwhelming force.

But strangely. He did not lose consciousness and fall.

Obviously, there was such a huge shock that his entire face was torn off, but no matter how much he was hit, he did not lose consciousness.

damn!

Awkward, wacky!

finally.

I got down on my knees.

He was also human.

Unable to even resist the constant shock, the company needed a way out of this situation.

" I will surrender."

That's it.

Roman Dmitry lowered the hand that was about to blow his cheek.

* * *

"Uhhhhhhhhh."

"I would rather die."

"You bastard with no pride! Do not insult Valhalla!"

people booed

three options.

Among them, the fact that he had chosen to surrender, the existence of the warrior who had sent cheers at first was considered a shame.

It was embarrassing as a man.

I only knew who was hit.

The shock that only blows my mind was an unfamiliar shock that I had never experienced on the battlefield.

"Turn it off. I will show you the will of Valhalla."

It was a new man.

Unlike the previous man, he was a slender man, but the sword across his face and sharp eyes showed signs of poison.

He also knew he could not win against Roman Dmitry.

The rumored aura swordsman who defeated Gustavo Knights Commander is not something that ordinary people can touch.

But.

Surrendering was a separate matter.

Even if he loses, he intends to show what it is to lose with honor.

And such thoughts.

The first time I was slapped in the cheek, I was blown away.

damn!

Avoid dagger attacks.

Roman Dmitry slapped his cheek.

With a quick turn on the hill, the man saw heaven for a moment.

' You crazy.'

great pain.

eyes twitched.

The man staggered and unknowingly tried to shout surrender, but when he remembered the boos of the people, he barely shut his mouth.

Regret came later.

He seemed to understand why the man before him had cried for surrender, but he didn't want to show the humiliation of shouting surrender to those who valued the process.

'This is the judge's board.'

He gave up his defense and ran.

rather.

Get hit properly and faint.

If that was the case, at least as a warrior, it was a way to be honorably defeated.

However.

damn.

sucks, sucks.

Whatever it was, the spirit was still there.

Roman Dmitry drained mana with a blow in the cheek, conveying pain while easing the shock so as not to lose consciousness.

It was an embarrassing situation for the opponent.

The man made a decision at last, thinking that the shock of being struck in the cheek would last until the time he cried for surrender.

'There is no other way.'

damn.

head turned

With his staggered legs, the man fell to the floor as if he had fainted from the shock.

I shut my eyes tight.

The man who passed out after fighting to the end would be applauded by the people even if he was defeated.

over the dark consciousness.

Roman Dmitry's cold voice was heard.

wake up. You haven't lost your mind yet.

wow.

"Great!"

The foot that presses the vital point.

He screamed and jumped up.

At the thought that his intentions had been revealed, the man's face turned red.

I found out then

'I hope this bastard.'

Roman Dmitry.

From the beginning, he intended to completely crush Valhalla's pride.