Chapter 857 – Meanwhile, on the Ground -4-
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The royal palace where Duke Miyeom lived was a building with a history as long as that of the Eastern countries.
Since the title of king became necessary in this country, it has been expanded and repaired several times and has grown into a large space. It is a proud space for the people, as it contains all the times of the Eastern countries.
In general, when most countries on the continent, including kingdoms, build royal palaces, it is common for them to take the form of a huge ‘castle’.
The royal palace of the Eastern Kingdom takes the form of a single story that expands laterally, similar to structures in other Eastern Kingdoms that are not made of a layered structure.
This is a meaningful thing built with the meaning that when the king of the eastern country is decided, the king will not stand over the people.
However, if such a palace also has unexpected flaws –
In other words, when a battle took place inside the palace, the damage that occurred was severe.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
＂Kuh…＂
If there had been people left on the ground, a loud sound rang out from the palace, making one wonder if a bomb had actually fallen.
That sound could not have been an intruder who crossed the palace gate with feet of clay, targeting the moment when the palace security was weakened to protect the people at this moment of crisis.
If they found out that their king had been attacked by a brutally thrusting fist, and had pierced through several walls and been sent flying backwards, they would have been so shocked that they would have fainted on the spot.
Raising his heavy and gigantic body from the collapsed rubble, Mi Yeom-gong let out a groan.
Although Miyeomgong could not understand what happened for a moment, he could not help but think that it was fortunate that his body reacted reflexively and blocked the opponent’s fist with an adamantite scimitar.
If he had been hit by that fist, his body would not have been healthy.
However, although he is said to have succeeded in defending himself, the impact did not hit a vital part of his body and was transmitted to the arm of Miyeomgong, who was holding the scimitar.
And, from the pain felt in his right arm when he touched the ground and rubble to raise his body, he could clearly see that the inside of the skin of his arm – that is, the muscles and bones – had been damaged. 〉
Of course, since he is a half-giant and shows strong characteristics of that trait, the rate of bone and muscle regeneration will be much faster than that of an ordinary human.
The problem is that the other party will not wait for it.
Whick! When the sound was heard, Mi Yeom-gong quickly rolled his body to the side.
When he turned his head to see what was flying, he saw that the entire ornate and thick pillar that had been erected in the palace where he was staying for his duties had been pulled out and blown away.
I don’t know if it was his fists or his fists, but he broke the base of the pillar with his bare hands and used it as a weapon.
It may be more probable to think that the other person is not human.
Even though Miyeom-gong thought so, he barely managed to get his old body up and hit the ground with the hilt of the scimitar.
He was facing the intruder who had attacked him.
＂Hey hey. You had some expectations? I heard that the only person in this country who can fight me one-on-one is you.”
It is ‘muscle’.
A huge muscle was standing there.
The physique is similar to yours, but if you look at the muscle mass, you can say that the other person has much more muscle mass than you.
The level may be similar for a young beauty artist, but at least the current beauty artist has already passed his prime and entered the twilight of his life.
Even with empty words – I acknowledged and thought to myself that I would never be able to demonstrate the same level of dancing as I did when I was young.
He seemed to have lost all hair on his body, exposing his bare skin. He was wearing clothes that were so tattered that they barely covered his lower body, and his entire body was clearly engraved with letters that he believed to have been carved by himself.
And what makes that imposing impression even more sinister are the dark red chains wrapped around his body.
The sound of clanking and clanking every time I walked reminded me of approaching death.
It was as if he had no intention of being polite to the king of a country, Prince Miyeom, as if the movements he had made so far were not even enough for warm-up exercises.
He placed his hand on one of his shoulders and came towards him while rotating his arm.
“But when I opened the lid, what was this? When he saw the first attack, he couldn’t dodge it and barely managed to block it with his weapon. It takes too long to wake up, right? After all, I can’t believe it’s just a rumor.”
He spoke as if he was in awe and looked down on Miyeom-gong, and spat on the collapsed floor of the palace.
─It is a cheap provocation, Miyeomgong thinks.
“What. But don’t complain. It would be convenient to think that the time has come. With a filthy hybrid like you serving as the leader of humans, it is natural that you should die like this. I think it’s like heavenly punishment.”
Hearing those words, Mi Yeom-gong was dumbfounded, so he let out a small sigh.
If he had been full of pride in his youth, he might have accepted it head on, but to him who had learned a lot through the war with the empire, it just seemed like the pitiful behavior of someone who had not received proper education.
However, that didn’t mean I wasn’t angry at his words and attitude.
“If it’s a rumor, I know one too.”
As Miyeomgong said this, he stroked his beard with his free left hand, which was not holding his scimitar.
“I’m talking about a rumor that in the past, you were unable to kill Sword Saint Talchek and ran away after being punished. The leader of the exiled church, Dharma.”
Miyeom-gong responded as if to say, ‘I already know everything about your identity.’
“─Hot. “You’re making provocations that you can’t handle, even though you’re already old.”
Unlike Miyeomgong, who easily accepted his provocation, Dharma must have clearly heard Miyeomgong’s provocation, as the tendon-like thing on his forehead became thicker, and his entire body turned red.
I guess what happened at that time was quite humiliating.
Even though he has the strongest body in the Exile Church, he doesn’t have any special abilities.
It’s just that he almost died after being counterattacked by a guy who could barely swing a sword.
Miyeom-gong believes that it is a truly easy-to-understand and simple personality.
The sight of him falling so easily to provocation was a picture that Miyeomgong himself drew while looking at his first impression in his head.
Looking at his body beyond common sense and his red hair, he must have been living by destroying and killing everything he didn’t like with his fists.
Thinking like that, he held his scimitar with both hands and took a stance towards Dharma, who was running straight at him.
The wound on his arm had already healed.
Thud! When the sound is heard, the fist he raises in front collides with the tip of the scimitar.
Normally, this kind of sound would not have been possible.
A human body – not with any equipment, but with bare hands.
It is impossible to collide with the fist of a scimitar with a bare fist, resulting in both sides sticking out.
Even so, if you ask whether Miyeomgong’s scimitar was rusty or a low-quality item.
A masterpiece created by processing adamantite by the best blacksmith in the Eastern countries.
It was a famous sword that could not be envied even when compared to the weapons that appear in legends.
If there were a technology that could truly raise the strength of the body to the same level as adamantite, it would be a different story.
At least from what Miyeom has seen in his life, if he doesn’t use magic power – no, even if he does, it will be difficult.
Whatever the principle, if it is said that his fist deflects his scimitar ─
The next moment, Miyeomgong’s eyes lit up.
When the legs hidden in the long blanket with long sleeves and barely visible human skin underneath, which he was wearing, hit the ground with a thud.
A vibration like an earthquake reverberated around the area.
The spirit was as if it could tear down a mountain, so much so that even Dharma Barge, who was leisurely looking at the flying scimitar, tensed for a moment due to the sudden force of the Miyeomgong.
And then, Miyeomgong’s huge scimitar was swung.
Boom! And when the handle and the blade were swung, cutting through the air at the same time, a whirlwind of wind was intertwined with it and hit Dharma’s body at the same time.
His scimitar, which was swung strongly using the power of his right shoulder, slashed at Dharma’s left shoulder and cut diagonally toward his right side.
Let’s go! A sound that did not sound like someone was cutting a human body rang out, and Miyeomgong’s hand felt as if he was making a test cut against a rock.
＂I said it was meaningless. My body is harder than the adamantite you are holding. No, it can be said to be a living metal itself.”
Nevertheless, Miyeomgong’s movement does not stop.
Immediately, Mi Yeom-gong swung the scimitar again, drawing a semicircle while moving his feet.
This time, it was a horizontal cut from his left side to his right side.
Dharma was taken aback by the successive attacks, which flowed as naturally as water, but did not step back and lowered his arms to protect his waist, as if trying to catch the scimitar from the front.
＂Ugh, this old man…!＂
However, the reason why the curse came out was because, at the same time as he was swung with a horizontal slash, Miyeomgong made a short jump to increase the swing position of the scimitar, cutting off his chest.
Wow! And this time, a slightly different sound was heard.
This is because it was confirmed that a long horizontal red line was drawn on his chest.
But, it was different. This time too, no blood flows.
That’s because only that part was a heated line that was created by the metal rubbing against each other.
Even if he was a master of the scimitar sword, Dharma may have thought that this would be the end, but in reality, that was not the case.
Then, without stopping, Miyeom-gong’s scimitar sword drove at Dharma, maintaining a distance without giving him time to counterattack.
Strike after strike.
Stabbing, cutting, swinging, hitting, tripping, breaking joints, hitting, tricking.
It was an acrobatic move that was hard to even think about given his huge body, the weapon that seemed difficult to handle, and his gentle mood.
A long weapon that can be used for many purposes becomes such a threatening and cumbersome weapon when held in the hands of an expert.
How much easier it would have been to deal with if each attack was slow and dull.
Literally- ‘Storm.’
As he approached his surroundings, a storm raged with unforgiving intensity.
The scimitar wielded by Miyeomgong has a ‘dragon’ pattern drawn on it.
And, in Eastern countries, ‘Yong’, not ‘Dragon’, was the embodiment of natural phenomena – rain, wind, and storms.
And, the dragon engraved on Miyeom-gong’s scimitar was by no means a simple decoration – Daza, who was impressed by the sight of him sweeping the battlefield like a storm when he was young, poured all his skills into his symbol. It was made as.
‘Human dragon’.
If there were another name for Miyeomgong, it would be that.
Dharma needed to realize that he was now engaged in a decisive battle with the guardian dragon of the Eastern countries in human form.
However, although Dharma is embarrassed, he does not doubt his victory.
The only thing he can’t do is fight back now, so all he has to do is eventually withstand this attack and wait for Miyeom-gong’s stamina to drop, as it is obvious that he has overexerted his body, which has aged unlike him.
While thinking like that and enduring his attack, Dharma noticed something strange.
＇This old man… Why doesn’t he focus his attack on one place? ＇
He doesn’t defend himself properly, that’s the behavior of the weak and the losers.
In other words, gaps exist everywhere.
So, he probably knows well that there is no need to attack in many places and find an opening.
Then, Miyeomgong’s choice was simple.
All you have to do is pour all of these continuous attacks into one place and pray that that area breaks through.
Of course – it won’t break through. No matter how much you attack.
Whether he knew it or not, he just kept swinging the scimitar without stopping and swinging it again and again-
Dharma’s carelessness has returned to the most unacceptable form for him.
I felt that the tempo of Miyeom-gong’s attack, which continued for several minutes, was gradually decreasing.
Dharma raised the corners of his mouth and provoked him, thinking that it would not be too late to wait until he was completely exhausted.
＂Hey, hey, why are you doing that? Movement has become slower than before?”
However, Mi Yangong’s expression does not change, and his movements do not stop.
He just keeps swinging the scimitar with a force that blows away the surroundings.
＇Kkkk… How far will that momentum continue-＇
So, that was the moment when Dharma thought and tried to shake off his wrist to free his fist.
Suddenly! And if you think you hear a different sound than before –
＂… Oh?＂
The sound and feel of flesh being cut.
Dharma looked down at his own body, and there was Miyeomgong’s scimitar sword on his body-
Among them, his left leg, from the knee down to the shin, was clearly cut, and blood was gushing out.
＂What─＂
＂Hmm, here it is.＂
As if he understood that, he focused his attack on his left leg.
Dharma felt the first pain in his body for the first time in a long time and the feeling of blood rushing from his whole body.
At the same time, he had no choice but to bend his knees and cross his arms to defend his legs.
‘What, what is it? Why did you get cut?
When Dharma is perplexed, as if he doesn’t understand what’s going on, Miyeomgong thinks.
‘There is no such thing as ‘invincibility’ for any object. Whether it is a living thing or an object, there is just a vital part somewhere.’
As Miyeom-gong continued to attack, he was just looking for a particularly weak spot for his attack to hit.
However, at the same time, I could not help but be amazed at Dharma’s body when I realized that that part existed in only one place, an incredibly narrow part of Dharma’s body.
‘If only I could somehow attack this critical point and take him down-‘
Continuing attack.
However, due to the pain of his body being injured, Dharma groaned, and his body gradually turned red.
Even more so than when he was provoked earlier.
“Damn old man! I have to do everything in my power to kill you!!”
And, when he raised his angry voice and screamed, his voice was so loud that all the surrounding glass shattered, and even the stones cracked.
It was at the same time that the chains surrounding his body burst apart.
And, it came as quite a shock to Miyeomgong, who was exhausted from the subsequent attacks.
＂Kuh…!＂
The movement of the scimitar stopped momentarily.
If this storm stops, the monster trapped within it will be released.
Even though he knew that, the aftermath of time mercilessly swallows him up.
Boom!
If you think you hear the sound of cutting through the air.
In the next moment, red blood spurted out.
The feeling of something breaking.
At the same time, intense pain runs through the abdomen.
The storm pierced through the still clouds, and Dharma’s fist pierced Miyeomgong’s stomach.
＂──.＂
With the sound of air escaping, Miyeomgong’s body was lifted while still being pierced by Dharma’s fist.
And as soon as he pulled out his fist, he fell to the ground and began to slowly bend his knees and fall, as if he had cut down a large tree.
＂Phew… In the end, this guy who is nothing like this… ＂
Dharma simply reacted as if his pride had been hurt that he had given his all to such an old man.
In any case, it will be difficult to survive with these wounds.
The only thing left was to leave Asteris, which could become a sea of fire.
Following Adam’s order to kill Miyeomgong, one of the main forces that interfered with him.
This time, I tried to finish off Miyeomgong by stomping on his head and popping it.
＂The sound keeps coming from around here…! It’s this way!”
But then.
A young girl’s voice was heard.
And, at the same time as the sound of running footsteps—
＂Haaa!＂
Something heavy swung around and pushed Dharma’s body away.
It probably didn’t take long to realize it was a hammer.
＂Sasha!＂
＂Yes!＂
And then, a little girl with orange hair who looked like a beastman came running quickly and fired several arrows, aiming persistently at Dharma’s eyes. Meanwhile, a stocky woman was retreating, dragging the fallen body of Miyeomgong. Br〉
＂What… You guys…!＂
Dharma looked irritated at Sasha and Amelia, who had interrupted him, and asked that question.
“Mr. Bourbon! Your Majesty the Duke of Miyeom!?”
＂The wound is so severe… The potion is absurdly insufficient!＂
However, Amelia ignores Dharma’s questions and checks on Miyeom-gong’s physical condition.
Her attitude completely turned Dharma upside down.
Above all, she hasn’t finished her art.
That means failing to follow her father’s orders.
＂Bitches who kill and act like dogs!＂
Dharma shouted as if she would never forgive the three people who disturbed her, and she first swung her fist at Amelia in front of her.
