CH 351

A country that has lost its romance (9)

one step.

two steps.

A man walking slowly towards the temple of Valhalla caught everyone's attention.

The appearance was cleaner than expected.

Unlike the warriors of Valhalla, who exude a barbaric feeling, their neatly organized appearance reminded them of an old nobleman.

However, Claymore, who was roughly tied with a leather strap on his shoulder, proved his identity.

At first glance, it seemed that it was heavy and rough, and it seemed that ordinary people could not handle it carelessly.

widely.

stopped walking.

On the street facing Ares, Cesar smiled.

"I thought I heard it wrong at first. You, who were being taught by me, dare you to challenge me to deal with me."

Ares and Cesar.

Both were spherical.

10 years ago.

Ares, who was still well-known even then, had an opportunity to be taught by Cesar, who is called the Valhalla First Sword.

It wasn't a relationship that meant a general relationship between priests (師弟之間).

Although it had only been a few days, Ares sincerely acknowledged Cesar and listened to his teachings.

That means.

It meant that there was a gap between the two.

No matter how great Ares showed, Cesar was an existence that could not be approached.

10 years ago or now.

That fact has not changed.

"I feel really sad. that day 10 years ago. If you had become my disciple, you would have inherited all of me and created a better future than now. Ares. That's stupid. Some people compare Alvarez and me by simply one step difference, but that is the stupid judgment of those who have never experienced the sky."

slurp.

I loosened the leash.

Cesar held a sword that could be held with two hands, even for ordinary men, with one hand.

"You wouldn't know that. To challenge me, drunk with the sense of accomplishment that I barely defeated Alvarez. Even now, get down on your knees and pray that you are wrong. Beg me to live for His Majesty the Emperor Valhalla in the future. If you do, I will spare you one time for the future of Valhalla."

From the moment you pick up the sword.

I felt a lot of tension.

Ares said with a smile.

okay. 10 years ago, I was taught by you. I've always lived like that. As a swordsman and a warrior, if I could develop, I was taught to anyone. But every now and then, I thought of this."

Shh.

picked up a sword

The apparent hostility proved unwilling to back down.

"A few hours at the shortest, a few days at the longest. When I realized that I could outrun my opponent enough, I left without hesitation. So are you. People call you Valhalla's best sword, but I only had a few days to learn from you. And what's really fun."

The laughter deepened.

last week.

For him, it was a very strong memory.

"Now that I have left Valhalla and settled in Dmitry. It's been months and he still can't leave Dmitry.

* * *

Back from Arcadia.

I met Sanchez.

a week from that.

The time to prepare for the civil war in Valhalla was short, and Ares took on a difficult mission where a week was not enough.

Alvarez and Cesar.

Two giants had to be defeated.

Ares intended to achieve the goal on his own, but Roman Dmitry summoned him to the training ground just before sunset.

What caught Ares' attention was the weapon Roman Dmitry was holding.

It wasn't the usually used disaster, it was an ordinary looking double sword.

I knew instinctively.

that weapon.

It reminds me of Alvarez.

Roman Dmitry said.

"Raise your sword. From now on, I will be your opponent."

Ares' mission.

It was dangerous.

No matter how much the plan was to use Valhalla's ranker position, overwhelming force was needed to achieve the goal and come back alive.

It was training in that sense.

Roman Dmitry was not trying to put Ares on a limb and sit on the sidelines, but rather to lay the groundwork for him to carry out his plan perfectly.

My heart raced.

It was the situation Ares had hoped for.

He wanted to test his skills against Roman Dmitry by showing his full strength.

As a result.

puck.

Kwadang!

fell on the floor

My face turned into a mess.

People called Ares a genius of swordsmanship, but in the workshops that were held dozens of times, Ares never had an edge.

His eyes were filled with astonishment beyond admiration.

I thought that a lot of data was piled up in my head during Aresgi, who had fought hundreds or thousands of duels before reaching Valhalla's ranker position, but when I exchanged a workshop with Roman Dmitry, I saw a blue sky in front of me at some point.

It was embarrassing.

two swords.

Roman Dmitry showed the extreme of dual swords.

He chose only the worst number he could not fight against, and knelt down several times with overwhelming force.

' I can't think of a way to win.'

It was funny.

10 years ago.

He was taught by Cesar.

At that time, it was a time when it was far short of what it is now, but Ares left Cesar's side after only a few days of teaching.

At the time, Cesar spoke as if he did not understand.

If he lived as his disciple, a solid future would be guaranteed, but he tried to hold on to Ares, asking why he was leaving.

then.

Why did you make such a choice?

It was simple.

The reason he couldn't defeat Cesar in the past was because he lived a much shorter time than Cesar.

It didn't mean that Cesar was weak.

He defeated Ares every time with his overwhelming presence, but he was convinced that one day he could defeat him.

I wasn't sure if it would take 10 years or 20 years.

However, the only important thing was that it was not an opponent that could not be overcome.

Roman Dmitry was different.

It was cumbersome.

felt the wall.

As he did not think deeply about his relationship with Dmitry, he had to admit that he had to spend many years here.

"Alvarez is good enough."

took the sword

This time it was Claymore.

Ares, who was already feeling quite tired, laughed at Roman Dmitry's subsequent remarks.

"From now on, I will raise the level a little and deal with Cesar's way."

that day.

Ares experienced a world outside of heaven.

* * *

There was no further conversation going on.

At Ares' remarks degrading Cesar, there was a hint of anger on Cesar's gentle face.

Question-and-answer dance.

It was my turn to prove myself.

The priest of Valhalla, who watched the situation with a nervous face, finally announced the start of the duel everyone had been waiting for.

flutter.

fault.

Quiet rumble.

The lead was Cesar.

In his rapidly rushing aura exploding, Ares projected a confrontation with Roman Dmitry.

"Cesar was once called a savage warrior. I've heard that they beat the opponent down by pressing them with force without allowing them to take a breath by pushing them wildly. It is simple to subdue such an opponent. Prove to your opponent who you are with just one attack in the midst of rushing attacks."

Kaan-!

Curl rumble rumble.

There was a huge crash.

When Ares blocked the attack, Cesar continued to push as if he would not stop like this.

Quang! Quang! Quang!

The world was flashing.

Seeing auras erupted from all sides, and Ares's stomach was completely turned upside down.

Unlike in Alvarez's time, this time, a six-star aura appeared from the start.

However, Cesar's aura, which reached the level of 6 stars ten years ago, could not be received without a shock despite using Dmitry's method.

However.

There was no sense of crisis.

Surprisingly, the confrontation with Roman Dmitry, who was using the same weapon, gave him relative confidence.

sure.

Quiet rumble.

dodge the attack.

It was slow.

To be precise, it was slower than Roman Dmitry, and Cesar's attack on the sword was also weak compared to Roman Dmitry.

Thanks to this, Ares felt relaxed even in the intense workshop.

He calmly watched the opponent's attacks one by one and blocked them, and he did not miss the moment when Cesar showed a gap between attacks.

flash.

pod.

hair fluttered

For a moment, Cesar tilted his head to avoid the attack, and his expression distorted like a demon.

" dare!

It was an embarrassing moment.

Ares' reaction, as if he did not feel a sense of crisis, properly touched Cesar's pride.

He ran again.

He did not allow a gap with his opponent, and the swordsmanship that proved his reputation as a savage warrior opened their eyes.

I had goosebumps all over my body.

There were also rankers of Valhalla among those who watched the showdown, but they seemed unable to withstand Cesar's attack ten times.

Quang!

Quiet rumble rumble.

Ares pushed back.

In the shock that shook his insides, he hit the opponent and spit out blood.

"Hey."

It was strong.

Cesar was high in the sky.

Although there has been no recent external activity, he proved by force the reason why he had been at the top of Valhalla for a long time.

hook.

A sword soaring into the sky.

Kwareung.

Quiet rumble.

fell straight down

In a situation where his life was burning, Ares managed to stop it, but he did not lose his smile.

'My choice was right.'

quick attack.

strong attack.

It wasn't threatening at all.

Roman Dmitry, who was using Claymore, showed only the worst situation, so he could not lose his composure while facing Cesar.

no matter how strong he is He failed to show an attack comparable to Roman Dmitry.

No, they were so different that they couldn't be compared.

Cesar above the sky.

There was another sky called Roman Dmitry.

If he had not experienced the extraordinary world, he would not be able to defeat Cesar even with all his might.

"You cheeky bastard."

Whew.

The wind blew.

Enraged, Cesar raised his mana at once, and attempted a fatal blow towards Ares, who had driven him to a corner.

The contenders who have been aiming for his place have never experienced such a situation.

He always defeated his opponent before he could do this, but the anger prevailed at Ares, who endured to the end.

Kwareung.

Curl rumble rumble.

It was a terrifying scene.

A black and red energy swirled around the sword and colored the surroundings as if it were struck by lightning.

die!

Quang!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

fatal blow.

Ares shook his head.

With the destructive energy that colored the world, he recalled the time he had spent in Dmitry in his head.

He raises mana using the sura-sim method.

I remembered the Celestial Swordsmanship.

It was an absolute technique that could not be imitated, but it gave Ares the ideal to move forward.

flash.

outstretched his sword

10%?

5%?

No, I couldn't even imitate 1% of the real swordsmanship.

Despite this, Ares admired Roman Dmitry and tried to follow in his footsteps.

He was a genius.

Oil made from radish.

Ignoring Alexander's system and creating his own world.

When he experienced the perfect answer, Roman Dmitry, he made a breakthrough in a short time.

" ?!"

Cesar opened his eyes.

Ares' attack.

His aura split.

Before his attack could even reach his opponent, he witnessed Ares's sword hitting him right in front of his eyes.

And that's it.

spatula-

It was Cesar's last memory.

* * *

tuk.

Degururu.

Cesar's head rolled on the floor.

People were speechless.

At a time when people couldn't accept the reality of the great sight, the priest of Valhalla spoke with a trembling voice.

" Ares defeated Cesar and rose to the top of Valhalla's ranking!"

It was shocking.

Ares supported the floor with his sword and exhaled harshly.

was the limit.

If Cesar had pushed him a little further, he might have been the one with his head rolling on the floor.

I endured my groaning.

He wanted to spill blood on the floor right away, but he still had work to do.

Beetle.

got up from his seat

Facing the people's eyes in shock, Ares raised his voice.

"I will give up my rank as Valhalla as of this time."

Ugh.

" that, what is that."

People were bewildered.

Ranking number one.

To rise to that glorious position and to give up the ranker position.

I couldn't understand.

As the crowds gathered at the Valhalla Temple looked for answers, Ares spoke his thoughts.

"10 years ago. The Cesar I experienced was a stronger swordsman than anyone else. But 10 years later, Cesar hasn't changed much since then. Why? Why the hell didn't Cesar long for a higher state? The reason is that Cesar has fallen into power. In a country where romance was lost, the political factor was more important than power, and Cesar, who gained strength by clinging to the powerful, lived a life without any rivals without any effort. You can see the reality of Valhalla when you consider that the last challenger to challenge him was Alvarez ten years ago. So Cesar became stagnant. Warriors unaware of a sense of danger were culled, and Valhalla crossed a river of no return."

Valhalla ranking.

Its meaning has faded.

Kronos' rankings fluctuated a lot from year to year, but like Cesar, most of Valhalla's rankers stayed the same.

It was embarrassing.

It was hopeless.

If Cesar 10 years ago had been looking for development, Ares today would never have defeated him.

"You can criticize me. You can even say it's macho. But I will be born as a warrior and die as a warrior. Dmitry is a country that will make me live like that. I feel alive in Dmitry."

finished.

With the sword removed, he said one last time.

"Remember. We are born with warrior blood."

moved a step

He staggered and looked tired, but no one stood in his way.

Ares is a motherfucker.

abandoned the country

But I couldn't or didn't want to touch him.

That was then.

Count Gomes, who was observing the situation with a bewildered face, received news from the north from the magic communicator.

[Stand, the gates have been opened! Ask for support right now! At this rate, I can't last a day, let alone ten days!

sudden report.

In an instant, Count Gomes felt dizzy.