Chapter 228 – Chapter 228. War God’s Shaman, Verdia (4)
The life of an orc that Barmash felt was very fleeting.
He is said to be strong by nature, but he is also in order to faithfully follow his instincts, and his strong body and growth power exist only to rape females and sow his own seeds.
The instinct of a species to think that life is good if you just sow seeds was degrading the value of each individual’s life.
‘Why can’t we leave anything behind even after being born into this world?’
Brothers born with him, comrades in arms on the same battlefield…
And even though the children who were born later threw their lives away without hesitation, when I tried to think of their faces, I couldn’t easily think of them.
The same goes for the offspring of the females they commit.
Without showing a single trace of the person who inherited blood, a life that repeats only growing, eating, fighting, and dying, a group full of individuals who pursue only such a life…
Barmash always felt a sense of skepticism in his life, which was no different from that of cattle, and such a mind led to reasoning by the other blood flowing in his body.
‘Is the purpose of our lives just to spread seeds? Is life all about just fighting to satisfy your sexual desires?’
No, it’s not.
In fact, other races went against that order and tried to leave traces of their existence in the world in a way other than children.
Achievements and traditions, discipline and country…
He fought in countless battlefields as a subordinate of the Demon King’s army, and after encountering countless fragments of such a society, he came up with a calling.
‘Orcs can become like them. There’s no reason he couldn’t be like them.’
I want to clearly engrave the name Barmash on this land, that I existed in this world through means other than breeding.
It is not just one person who deviates from the line, but the whole race of okra, which is their identity, is in the direction of pursuing that will…
***
“A duel, surprisingly.”
For Barmash, who had been sticking to it all along, the words of the human girl who came to him were something he could not bear to overlook.
A duel is an act of recognizing that each other is in an equal relationship and competing against each other.
As much as it promises not to violate fair rules, it can be said that in itself it is an act that is no different from putting one’s own existence on the scales.
Yes, that is the same as betting each other’s honor.
For Barmash, who had the ambition to raise his own name, an opportunity to prove such an honor was something he could never refuse.
“Is the reason you challenged me to a duel in order to challenge the hero again?”
After being defeated by the hero, I thought that I would figure out what I was capable of and retreat.
Verdia’s face, standing on top of the gymnasium where she was seated after the duel was concluded, showed only an infinitely serious expression.
“… Okay.”
He just silently affirmed Barmash’s words and quietly raised the sword in his hand.
“Because I heard the news that Celica and you were dueling without my knowledge. If I want to replace that duel, I will have to defeat you first.”
Even in the hand holding his sword, and in the eyes staring at him, he felt the utmost uprightness.
The initial frustration seemed to have disappeared without a trace.
Although her past as a warrior was visible, as in the direct conflict with her, her mood was completely different from what Var Marsh remembered.
Although she did not let go of her tension at the time, it was difficult to withstand her own strength.
Rather, she had a glimpse of her momentum to overwhelm herself.
‘… Your eyes have improved.’
Not just a tough girl, but a warrior who will sincerely engage in a duel with herself.
From now on, the person he will be dealing with will be such an existence. Realizing that, Barmash, feeling that the ‘honor’ he was seeking was here, calmly gripped his ax leaning on the floor and said,
“The rules of the duel are simple. When my men give the signal, the duel begins… The means are free, even slaughter is permitted unless surrender is declared. Also, even if they surrender, the life and death rights after the duel are over are left to the opponent.”
A battle that took its own life.
It might be considered too harsh in a 1:1 battle, not on a battlefield where each other gets tangled up, but the honor that Barmash pursues would not be established without such harshness.
Because true determination and conviction only shine when you give your all.
“And one more thing, once I start a duel, I show no mercy to my opponent.”
Transparent and distinct if you want to stick with it.
Even those who have known each other before and made a connection do not make exceptions.
“If you are going to quit, now is the time. Human family.”
Once it begins, see the end.
“If what you achieve in this fight is not as precious as my life, you may withdraw the duel declaration even now.”
That’s why Bar Mash, who wanted to be prudent, tried to test Verdia’s resolve by raising the ax in his hand.
If I accept, the ax in my hand will be swung.
The offensive would not stop even if her body was slaughtered beyond her shield.
“If that’s the case, you don’t have to worry.”
Even after hearing such a declaration, Verdia does not back down.
Rather, as if she wanted to come and see her, she quietly raised the sword in her own hand and put her strength into it.
“Now I am more calm and sincere than ever before.”
-Giying!
A golden light that slowly rises from the sword in her hand.
The divine power exerted in response to her prayers began to concentrate in her sword at this moment.
It’s just an ordinary sword that serves as a medium, but by reaching the sky, it has even come to embody the holy sword that appears in mythology…
‘But is that all about armaments?’
Yes, just a holy sword.
That was all of her equipment that Verdi Aga implemented at this moment.
The golden armor he normally wears, and the other splendid armaments are nowhere to be seen.
Despite her precarious appearance, her sharp eyes remain fixed on herself. As it taught her that not in her desperation, she concentrated even her powers into her own sword, which she would use to embody her armor.
– Pounding, pounding.
As soon as I realized it, I felt my heart beating violently.
Yes, that woman is serious.
That sword is her full power that she can unleash.
What will be realized later will be the strongest blow that can be faced in the process of fighting a war against humans before and after this moment.
“I pay homage to that heart.”
The moment she breaks the sword beyond her endurance, it will be the moment she will elevate the honor she seeks.
Confident in that, the moment Barmash also began to gather mana in his axe, his subordinates who read the sign began to wield the drumstick with all their might.
“Chwiiik!! Let the duel begin!”
Doo! A storm of physical force began to spread from Barmash’s body with the sound of drumming.
The mana that was concentrated in his body by his will split the floor just by being led, and spread uncontrolled wavelengths between them, making all directions shudder.
Not only the Orcs, but also the witches and members of the Anti-Human Alliance, as well as the friends of the Warriors’ Party who were quietly watching the fight from behind.
“I will go out with all my might from the beginning.”
In a scene where the skin of everyone watching the scene was numb, Varmash tried to display the best of his ability without regret.
He wanted to prove that standing shoulder to shoulder with the officers of the Demon King’s Army wasn’t just about establishing discipline and order in a bunch of ragtag orcs.
– Kwadeudeuk!
That’s right, the vast amount of mana young from the ax held in her hand is not something that can be created just by riding her body alone.
In addition to rational thinking, an extraordinary sense born as an elf. The mana practice method, which he cultivated on his own over a long period of time, combined with his superior birth, led to the creation of formidable physical power.
Warchief Barmash was created by integrating all of that.
It was a truth that no one on this continent could deny that he was the most powerful warrior in the Demon King’s army.
“Kwaaaaa!!!!”
The moment such a being roared and leaped forward, its body instantly became an afterimage and shattered everything in its excessive position.
And the ax that was swung in front of Verdia who had reached the end.
Verdia, who was staring at the attack accurately, responded to the attack by swinging the sword in her hand without hesitation.
-Kwaaaaang!!
Sword and axe.
The two huge powers collide and the sound of pagong resonates, and the resulting embers spread out in all directions, drawing attention.
It’s just a sum that happened in the blink of an eye, but so that everyone knows exactly what happened.
“… This.”
In the aftermath of such a collision, Verdia, who pushed away Barmash’s body, still stood there, raised her sword and quietly began to open his mouth.
“Is this your strength, Barmash?”
With both legs still rooted to the ground.
The light of the sword in his hand was blurred, but even it quickly restored its shape as if following the peace of mind.
It’s as if they didn’t even suffer any damage from the current attack.
Like provoking yourself like that.
“… No way.”
But Varmash did not regard it as abominable.
Wasn’t he able to push back the blow he had struck with the utmost power without even a moment’s carelessness with just one swing?
It is said that he gave up even his armor and focused everything on the sword in his hand, but it was like walking on a tightrope that was so dangerous that his body would be slaughtered if it was even slightly disturbed.
“I plan to pour the same power I have now until the limit is reached. So warrior! Hold on to my strength until the end!”
Just knowing how to be prepared for that would be enough reason to respect the other person.
At that point, Bar Marsh, who had burned her virtuous spirit on the contrary, prepared to attack her again, powering the ax in her hand.
-Quaang, quaang!!
Over and over again.
Until humanity’s strongest shield reaches its limit, while maintaining its power without a break.
***
And.
After the aftermath of the fight that turned the whole area upside down.
-Dump.
Eventually, the moment Barmash, knee-deep in the ground, struggled to breathe.
“It’s my victory.”
Verdia, who quietly aimed her sword in front of him, whispered to him with her still sadly open eyes.
“Can I accept that?”
A holy sword that was still forged with noble light.
Holding it in that hand without a single point of disturbance.
