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227angry valhalla empire (2)
There is a saying in Valhalla.
A pot-bellied man passing by on the street was once a warrior who drank blood on the battlefield..
The drunk did that..
He hit his face on the table, his nose was crushed and bleeding, but the drunk immediately lifted his head up..
The face was already stained with blood..
Even though it would not be strange for most people to collapse and groan in pain, the drunk had a grimly distorted expression and squirted blood out of his mouth..
“Hehe. 이런 개새끼가 선빵을 날려?!”
There was no need to say anything more..
Drunk people rushed in like crazy..
He was about to hit Chris and knock him down, but Chris dodged a step and plunged his fist into the opponent's abdomen..
puck!
“gagging?!”
I widened my eyes..
There was extreme pain that couldn't be described in words, but the drunk man gritted his teeth and continued to swing his fists at Chris..
It was definitely a determination and will beyond that of ordinary people..
He showed his will to defeat Chris somehow, but what awaited him was a merciless hand..
Wow.
Getting hit in the side.
I got my cheek blown off..
When I kicked the stumbling drunk in the stomach, he fell down on the table..
“This bastard.”
“attack!”
It was an instant before it became a mess..
The drunk's companions, who had been watching the situation with laughter until just now, jumped up from their seats when they realized that the situation was getting serious..
Their number was three..
Everyone seemed to be used to street fights, and their fists were quite sharp, but with one punch, they were shocked to see the world flash..
puck.
Kwadang!
It was one-sided.
The three men fell out before they could do anything, and Chris literally kicked them in the face as they tried to get up..
Blood splattered. For those who lost their minds, they could no longer rush towards Chris..
Valhalla.
This is the way they live here.
When determining right from wrong, they settled the situation through duels, and the way they decided on victory and defeat was different from that of other countries..
Three ways. Either die or become incapable of fighting..
Otherwise, the last option was to admit surrender and end the confrontation..
blast furnace.
Just bleeding and collapsing was not enough to end the situation..
Since the people of Valhalla would rather cry out for surrender than die, the drunkards could only stop rushing after they lost their minds..
It was a miserable situation. The inn, which had a normal atmosphere until just now, has become a mess with people bleeding on the floor and broken tables..
The owner's reaction was calm..
Roman Dmitry stood up, placing a gold coin on the table as he seemed to accept it as if it were an everyday occurrence..
“I will pay for my riots in gold coins. And, where is the busiest place in Paulo??”
goldfinch.
The innkeeper saw this and had a bright expression on his face..
“Oh my, thank you. I will guide you to the busiest streets in Paulo.!”
Even if you are from Valhalla.
In the end, humans are just humans.
* * *
Following the innkeeper's instructions.
Roman Dmitry and his group arrived at a square crowded with people..
“This is Paulo Square. It is the center of the city, and people can go anywhere from here to Paul, so it is a place where people come and go. Just in case, I'm warning you in advance: you must not cause a disturbance here like you would at an inn. I'm a person who sells to outsiders, so I can overlook most things, but I don't know what extreme people will do in a situation where people from Valhalla are attacked..”
It was a sincere warning..
He covered his face with a cloth and hurried out of the square for fear that others would see him..
Roman Dmitry looked around.
People of Valhalla.
They seemed peaceful.
Just like in other countries, they mingled with each other and solicited customers, and merchants raised their voices and sold their goods..
The problem was that people from other countries were not suited to such peace. Merchants kept their mouths shut when foreigners approached, and one person frowned, holding his nose..
actually.
Paulo is not such an extreme city..
Still, since it is a city close to the border, there is more contact with outsiders than other cities in Valhalla, and racial discrimination reached its peak during the festival..
The festival honoring the souls of warriors is the privilege of only the people of Valhalla..
However, many people who showed interest in events from other countries entered Valhalla to experience the festival, and their behavior did not look good to the people of Valhalla..
they are not warriors.
Only those who shed blood on the battlefield are entitled to enjoy the festival, but outsiders dared to violate the festival by calling it entertainment..
It was an absolutely unacceptable problem..
They did not want people from other countries to consume Valhalla's sacred culture, so it was dangerous to enter Valhalla during the festival..
Roman Dmitry walked among the people.
Those who were causing rejection stood out of the way, and they each whispered to their companions, showing their antipathy towards Roman Dmitry..
It's quick for racism to turn into violence..
The moment even one person with a dangerous look in their eyes steps forward, they might commit violence against outsiders..
It was a fun country.
A country that is called an empire, but does not yet have the dignity befitting an empire..
If Kronos could not control his strong greed, Valhalla was a country that had not yet abandoned its barbarism..
‘The chaos on the Salamander Continent is not a coincidence. Kronos and Valhalla. Because the two major mountain ranges that rule the continent are not fair and square, the continent is always bound to suffer from war and violence. People say that Kronos is responsible for the chaos. Valhalla's tendencies and their neglect are also responsible..’
Stand tall.
stopped walking.
This time to Valhalla.
It was the starting point of a new landscape.
Before the war breaks out in earnest, Roman Dmitry will make his presence known here..
Murmur.
People's attention was focused.
in the middle of the square.
When they look at people from other countries with suspicion,.
Roman Dmitry raised his voice..
“I am Roman Dmitry, heir to the Duchy of Dmitry! If there is anyone who wants to confront me, come forward.!”
* * *
the atmosphere has changed.
At first, it was just discrimination and caution, but people showed hostility towards Roman Dmitry's remarks..
Opponent: Roman Dmitry.
He is the rumored aura swordsman..
Normally we would get scared and retreat, but Valhalla was different..
“How dare you misbehave in Valhalla? I'll deal with you!”
He was a man of sturdy physique..
His huge physique, reminiscent of Mount Tai, and his face full of scars proved that he was no ordinary person..
People formed a space around Roman Dmitry and the man..
The stage for the showdown was already set, and even though there was no signal to start, the man rushed forward..
Crumbling rumbling.
An aura arose.
The man was an aura swordsman..
Although his power was nothing compared to Roman Dmitry, it looked as if he could devour his opponent in an instant..
Huh.
swung a weapon.
A huge ax cut through the wind, and Roman Dmitry dodged the attack without drawing his sword..
There was an eerie sound of the wind breaking..
The man pushed forward fiercely from the start as if he wanted to win, ignoring defense and only targeting the opponent's vital points..
It was definitely belligerent..
Even though Roman Dmitry clearly had the advantage, the man proved what a warrior he is..
however.
I picked the wrong person.
Roman Dmitry walked away from the attack, and was hit in the face as he stumbled..
Wow!
My head turned.
Blood burst from the man's face, and drops of blood splattered on the ground..
an embarrassing situation.
After swinging the weapon and getting hit on the cheek, the man gritted his teeth with a heated face..
In Valhalla, the only thing worse than death is shame..
The man's muscles swelled so much as if they were about to burst, but the weapon he wielded did not hit a single effective target..
And without fail.
Wow.
slapped me.
At first I thought it wasn't an intentional attack..
But this time, when he was slapped again, he realized that Roman Dmitry was looking at him funny..
“This bastard!”
anger exploded.
This is clearly.
It was an act of ignoring oneself..
In Valhalla, it is the law to treat warriors well, but he was mocking himself like a child..
The face was already a mess..
The man ran like crazy and swung his weapon regardless of whether he was hit in the face or not, but there was a limit to the movements that his will could make..
Wow.
My head turns.
swung the ax.
Wow.
Let's turn our heads once again.
This time, as he moved forward, he tried to hug Roman Dmitry..
Wow.
My legs were unsteady..
I was out of my mind..
The shock blurred his vision, and the fiercely burning will of the warrior was trampled cruelly in the face of overwhelming force..
But strangely enough. I didn't lose my mind and fall down..
It was clearly a huge shock to the point where his entire face was torn off, but no matter how many times he was hit, he didn't lose consciousness..
Wow!
Crack, clap.!
at last.
I fell to my knees.
He was a person too.
Unable to resist the constant shock, the man needed a way to escape the situation..
“……I will surrender.”
Only then.
Roman Dmitry lowered his hand that was about to slap him..
* * *
“Wooooow.”
“I'd rather die.”
“A bastard with no self-respect! Don't disgrace Valhalla!”
people booed.
three choices.
Among them, the fact that he chose to surrender was considered a shame for the existence of a warrior who had cheered at first..
As a man, it was unfair..
I only knew the person who got hit..
The shock that blew my mind was an unfamiliar shock that I had never experienced even on the battlefield..
“Get away from me. I will show you the will of Valhalla.”
It was a new guy.
Unlike the previous man, he was a man with a slender physique, but the sword marks across his face and sharp eyes showed signs of venom..
He knew he couldn't win against Roman Dmitry..
The rumored aura swordsman who defeated Knight Commander Gustavo is not something the average person can encounter..
however.
Surrendering was another matter.
Even if he lost, he was determined to show what it means to lose with honor..
And those thoughts.
The first time I got slapped, I came to my senses..
Wow!
Avoid dagger attacks.
Roman Dmitry slapped himself..
As the head turned sharply, the man saw heaven for a moment..
‘……This is crazy.’
tremendous pain.
My eyes were tense..
The man stumbled and tried to shout surrender without realizing it, but when he remembered the people's jeers, he barely kept his mouth shut..
Regret came to me later..
I thought I knew why the man in front of me cried out for surrender, but I didn't want to show the humiliation of shouting out surrender to people who thought the process was important..
‘It's a judgment call..’
I gave up my defense and rushed in..
rather.
Let's get hit hard and faint..
In that case, at least it was a path to defeat with honor as a warrior..
but.
Wow.
Crack, clap..
No matter how many times I got hit, my mind was still intact..
Roman Dmitry let out mana by punching the opponent, conveying pain and softening the impact so that the opponent would not lose consciousness..
It was an embarrassing situation for the opponent..
Thinking that the shock of being slapped in the face would last until he cried out for surrender, the man finally made a decision..
‘there's no other way.’
Wow.
My head turned.
With his legs unsteady, the man fell to the floor as if he had fainted from shock..
I closed my eyes tightly..
A man who faints after fighting until the end will be applauded even if he loses..
Above the dark consciousness.
Roman Dmitry's cold voice was heard..
“wake up. You haven't lost your mind yet.”
Wow.
“Wow!”
foot pressing a vital point.
I woke up screaming.
The man's face turned bright red at the thought that his intentions had been revealed..
Then I realized.
‘No way this bastard.’
Roman Dmitry.
From the beginning, he intended to completely crush Valhalla's pride..
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