CH 233

Feast for the Feast (4)

series of situations.

It was visually unacceptable.

There was no technology anywhere in the world to get momentum by stepping on a stone floating in the air.

Quiet rumble.

The world was colored brightly.

At the lightning bolt falling from the sky, Morales raised his head and swung his sword upward.

Quang!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

There was a huge shock.

A huge overload of muscles rushed in to the point where the hairs all over his body stood still, and Morales' body was pushed back in the same way he was blocking the attack.

People's dismay erupted.

Since Morales is a monster of Valhalla, it is called a symbol of superpower, but in the scene just before, he was clearly pushed out of his power.

Kwajik.

The ground fell.

The ground, softened by the impact, collapsed with every step, but Roman Dmitry was not restricted by the terrain.

widely.

tatak.

It was a strange move.

Like a person without weight, the speed of running did not slow down in the slightest while stepping on the collapsing ground.

The people of this world knew nothing but a powerful way to unleash the explosive power of the aura.

Roman Dmitry's strength was the pursuit of 'lightness', and the appearance of gaining momentum even with falling stones added to the embarrassment.

flash.

Quang-

bounced aside

It was a space that was clearly thought to have nowhere to set foot, but Roman Dmitry swung his sword as he stepped on a stone the size of a fist.

Morales' reaction was quick.

He daringly tilted his head to let the opponent's attack flow, but Roman Dmitry once again gained momentum and jumped down with his sword.

Quiet rumble.

Quang!

Morales' expression distorted.

Just by blocking Roman Dmitry's chained attack, his face was already glowing red.

that also.

It was no different from the others.

Although he thought of Roman Dmitry as his kind, he did not think that a swordsman in his twenties would be stronger than him.

It is not a judgment based on common sense.

The memories he had experienced while traveling through numerous battlefields instinctively denied the fact that Roman Dmitry was stronger than him.

By the way.

not now

A fiercely raging battlefield.

Roman Dmitry clearly had the upper hand in power.

Not only did he simply numb the terrain, but he pressed down Morales with the force that overwhelms him in any position.

The world was too wide. Roman Dmitry's bizarre movements and power beyond common sense.

The fact that a being equipped with all those things has not yet left his twenties.

As the realm of common sense crumbled, Morales accepted the reality that he might be defeated in this confrontation.

Quang!

bounced off each other

Morales raised an aura and pushed Roman Dmitry back, and a smile filled his face.

"It's really fun!"

always been looking forward to

To fight a warrior like Roman Dmitry.

May I exist as a warrior under the blessing of Valhalla.

opened the chest.

The scars engraved on his wide chest proved that Morales' joy was sincere.

"From now on, I will not think about the future. This Morales will do everything he can to defeat Roman Dmitry."

Curly rumble.

Mana was boiling.

Changes that spread throughout the body.

The bones were twisted.

His huge body grew bigger than before, and the hairs growing out of his pores grew wildly, covering his entire body to the point where no tattoos could be found.

Morales' face contorted.

As he looked forward with a groan filled with pain, his eyes could not be said to be human.

A being in the shape of a bear.

He was a descendant of a barbarian.

* * *

The top ranker of the empire.

They each sharpened their own weapons until they reached the position.

Simply having a strong aura was not enough.

How to handle a powerful force became the criterion for determining strength, and Morales was not able to occupy the 12th place with a bold attack alone.

The power of change granted only to the descendants of the savages. Developing it, Morales reached the stage of assimilation.

"Crumbly."

Animal blood ran all over his body.

The senses were expanded, and he accepted the sensations transmitted from his surroundings in a more detailed way than before.

And.

The sword was abandoned.

Nails sprouting from both hands were engulfed in an aura, appearing as if holding ten swords in both hands.

tap.

Quiet rumble.

The moment you hit the ground.

There was a shock as if the ground was collapsing.

Morales, who was over 3m tall, rushed towards Roman Dmitry, and as he swung both hands as it was, it swept wildly along the aura from the floor.

It was an attack that made you shiver just by looking at it.

Roman Dmitry's existence seemed to degenerate into the prey of beasts.

But.

Roman Dmitry faced the opponent.

Without retreating, he met him from the front.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Quiet rumble rumble.

From then on, it was the realm of transcendence.

As if expecting Roman Dmitry to block his attack, Morales drove like crazy without thinking about the defense.

Roman Dmitry's counterattack did not come easily.

10 times, 20 times, the sense of the beast's burning sharply, it was aware of the opponent's intentions at the beginning.

The moment you move your right finger.

I have already dug into the space to avoid.

When he turned his body and slammed his sword down, Morales reacted quickly and slashed the opponent's attack with his claws.

Quang!

A terrible shock ensued.

Blood leaked from Morales' mouth, but his bizarrely distorted expression welcomed the moment.

"Clear the end, let's see!"

bang!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

hit the attack

whether you die

Whether Roman Dmitry is dead.

There is only one winner in this fight.

Although they were not entangled in a bad relationship, being born as a warrior of Valhalla meant that they were destined to accept death at any time.

At least Roman Dmitry. It was more suitable for the festival of Valhalla than Barbosa.

It was the battle of the warriors Morales had been hoping for to face his own attack head-on.

life burned down

Each time you release an aura.

Every time I run into Roman Dmitry.

Morales' body screamed.

Excessive power beyond human limits warned that even victory would pay a price.

But.

'You must win.'

Even if you accept death.

He did not take defeat for granted.

Morales raised his aura frantically.

As if he had already lost control, Morales's body scraped the aura that had spread throughout his body to the floor so as not to be pushed by Roman Dmitry.

Intense burning aura.

The ten auras expressed through the nail as a medium proved to the onlookers how Morales reached the 12th place.

wide-ranging warrior.

Even the top 10 rankers avoid them.

The tricky trait of being a descendant of the savage and the attack method that neglected the defense didn't like everyone to face him.

so that.

There were also rumors that Barbosa was reluctant to fight him.

Barbosa was a continental twelve swordsman and a six-star swordsman, but that didn't mean he could defeat Morales without taking any damage.

An opponent who has to take damage unconditionally by leaving the realm of the aura.

That was the modifier to express Morales, and he was not lacking at all as a warrior of Valhalla.

Kwajik.

Once again the ground fell.

I knew my opponent would retreat.

The bizarre movement is not restricted by the terrain, but it tries to detonate the aura while predicting the opponent's direction.

That moment.

Beetle.

Morales' eyes flickered.

even before detonating the aura.

A flashing sword ripped open his chest.

* * *

Morales was strong.

beings they have encountered in the past.

It was a different entity from them, but there was a fact that the people of Valhalla had overlooked.

rumors from the public.

The achievement that shocked people was not the result of Roman Dmitry's all-out efforts.

'Morales. You are a true warrior.'

Valhalla.

The country of warriors that people speak of.

The Valhalla experienced by Roman Dmitry was different from the popular rumors of racial discrimination and surrender to overwhelming violence.

It was a series of disappointments.

The only opponent of the Kronos Empire was not a country with dignity enough to rule the continent.

meanwhile.

Morales proved the origins of Valhalla.

How Valhalla was born and how he built his empire, his presence said it all.

blood boiled.

The struggle that Valhalla speaks of.

It was similar to the magician's method.

Although there is a sense of desperation with life as collateral, Valhalla was a country that pursued a method familiar to Roman Dmitry throughout the continent.

The confrontation with Morales is not showing mercy.

If Valhalla was similar to magic, it was now time to prove what was right through force.

Roman Dmitry.

Prosecutors in weak countries that people criticize.

He proved that he was not lacking in the slightest against Barbosa, but rather that he was a person who had to worry about defeat.

battle of power and power.

enjoyed the fight.

He wanted to witness his presence with his own eyes, rather than something overwhelming that ordinary people could not confirm.

In that sense, Morales was the one who made Roman Dmitry genuinely happy.

The attack that turned into a savage showed that the Salamander Continent had built a world of its own.

poof.

A sword that cuts through the chest.

The skin was rough.

Her skin as hard as steel was cracked, but Morales pushed the attack without a single moan.

"Aww!"

Quang!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Even though I know it's darkened.

There was no fear of death.

Against Morales, who burns his own presence, Roman Dmitry gladly mingled with him.

cut your arms

blocked the attack.

cut your legs

He threw the being who was rushing to hug him to the floor.

Kwajik!

blood splashed

His face was crushed, and the ground was crushed.

The blood that had flowed from Morales had already risen, but Morales immediately raised his head and showed a blood-stained face to the people.

Screams were heard all around.

They couldn't accept the fact that Morales, whom they trusted and followed, was pushed back like this, but the scene in front of them forced reality.

dripping.

Blood staining the floor.

Morales chuckled and laughed.

The pain was familiar.

He knew he was standing on a limb.

It was certain.

He will die today, in this place.

* * *

change was resolved.

Morales, who returned to human form, shouted with a maddened face.

"People of Valhalla! remember today Dmitry's successor, Roman Dmitry, accepted the invitation even though he knew that Valhalla was trapping him with a cowardly scheme. He was 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 before Valhalla!"

It was miserable.

The voice overshadowed by evil proved that Morales' life was short.

"What a joy this is. Valhalla lost its roots as it leaped into an empire, and the country became a great country, but it had a petty mind than a small country. They were no longer warriors seeking strength. The era has come when those who respond to political conspiracies come to power. So welcome the existence of Roman Dmitry. Enjoy his stage. Open your eyes so that no one can interfere with the battle between Barbossa and Roman Dmitry."

Valhalla imperial court.

Barbosa is their dog.

The imperial family will surely come up with a ploy for a perfect victory, and will try to manipulate the situation as if it had knelt in the confrontation with Barbossa.

Roman Dmitry arrives in Paulo.

Just seeing that they were not guided by people and suffered from racism proved the petty attitude of the leaders.

"Cool."

vomited blood

Morales grabbed the sword again.

Suddenly, the blade shattered into an aura and rushed towards Roman Dmitry.

he already

The inside was dead.

In the intense clash, life appeared precarious like a melted candle.

immediate situation.

Roman Dmitry showed 'part' of his power by exploding his vitality and rushing to it.

flash.

intense light.

No one has seen the truth.

Before you even realize that something has been done.

Roman Dmitry's sword cut through Morales' wide chest once again.

poof.

pain arose

Feeling the burning pain spreading throughout his body, Morales smiled brightly as he looked at Roman Dmitry.

I was convinced by the recent attack. A strong conviction that Roman Dmitry could defeat Barbossa.

'Barbosa. The messenger of death who will take my place will come to visit you soon.'

Morales collapses as it is.

after that.

Sanchez and other people had their eyes wide open in shock.