Chapter 1196 – The Iron Colosseum
The crowd, which had been noisy until just now, was very quiet. But it didn’t mean that the crowd was silent as if they were dead.
Everyone had their fists clenched with sweaty faces, and their eyes were glaring at a skill they had never seen before.
Chanang! Quaang! Bang!
Exciting metallic sound.
The so-called ‘mass production type’ mk has a wide weapon storage space and a solid skeleton, so it has an evaluation that it has the basics. For this reason, in many cases, the structure of the mk becomes the basic gist when manufacturing a robot.
It is said that it does the basics, but in other words, the limit is so clear that it is a machine that cannot escape the sound of a mass production type. It’s mk.
Such a body. Turn the windmill
It is amazing just to show off splendid movements with that massive body, and the blows are also surprisingly accurate and strong.
Quaang! Chan-! Tteong-!
A sword and a spear with 88 feet spinning round and round coming out of the subspace of the opponent machine. It shakes off the ax with one kick, blows away the mace it was about to pull from its waist with the second kick, and delivers a powerful blow to the opponent’s stomach with the third kick.
Oh, the overwhelming appearance made in 1 second…! A quiet exclamation flows.
[Oh, my God! What did I see now?]
The emcee’s astonished voice and the excitement in the crowd.
[Hite of Decision!! The man called the hidden card of the giant’s hand can’t even use the crystallization of pride!!]
Hite, a knight famous for his Crystal Enchantment, which grants the power of colorful minerals and the power of hard crystals to weapons, was unable to use his hands or feet and was pushed back.
Hite, whose main specialty is deploying multiple weapons at once in addition to crystal enchantments, was unable to pull out a weapon at all due to 88’s interference. Tried to tackle.
And as if he had been waiting for that moment, the mk 88 kicked the crystal weapon off the floor.
Shuwook Kwajijik!!
The crystal weapon pierced the owner’s body.
[Ah! Every time this time! It was stuck in the cockpit without fail!!]
Listening to the loud voice of the moderator, the controller. Hite broke into a cold sweat when he saw the huge sword stuck next to his head.
Cockpit. In other words, the cockpit is harder than other parts of the ship as there is a pilot.
It was designed so solidly that even with an average weapon, it could be scratched even if it was struck with all its might.
But that man Dre has so far attacked only the hard part, and has won a complete victory.
Woo woo woo…
The light disappeared from the eyes of the crystal giant, and then it drooped.
[Ahhh! 10 consecutive years with this!! He almost caught up with Heizel, who had the most consecutive victories among all-time winners-!!]
The high gel clicked his tongue.
The atmosphere was completely turned over there.
Reputation was cut as ordered, rather, Dre’s prestige was rising in real time.
At first, the dwarves, who were scratching their beards, wondering what to do with my money, were encouraged by Dre’s performance and feats, so they watched with their hands clasped and their souls drained.
‘What if that guy runs away like this?’
If the challenge stops here, there will be no way to punish him.
Also. Dre’s stature will skyrocket.
‘If I say I’m quitting the challenge now, will my reputation decrease…? No. Absolutely not.’
No other one They beat the Knights of the Giant’s Hand five times in a row, and the other challengers were either winners or pilots who were evaluated as having solid skills.
It was a 10-game winning streak against a standout strong player.
Even if he quit the challenge right now, would anyone be able to say anything to him?
‘I’d rather be praised and the rest of the contestants, including myself, treated like crap.’
Heizel gnashed his teeth.
I can’t see him winning and running away.
He was eagerly waiting for Dre to call his next opponent. Fortunately, Dre lived up to that expectation.
Quaang-! After roughly kicking the crystal giant to pieces, Dre flicked his hand in the direction of the waiting room.
[Next.]
Wow…!
A chorus of exclamations.
Even if you end the challenge now, it will be talked about as a legend. How long are you going to fight?
Seeing the reaction of the crowd, Heizel took a step forward.
“I’m out.”
“No!”
Colleagues blocked his way.
“What’s wrong! How long are you going to let that happen?!”
“If you go out now and you lose too? Then the giant’s hand will really be completely defeated without any excuse!”
“What? Are you saying I’m going to lose to him right now?”
My colleague, who usually served as a staff member, did not back down with a determined face.
The other colleagues also seemed to agree with him, so Heizel, who has a hot personality, was on fire.
“These cowards!”
“Say what you want. But wait.”
The staff colleague raised his glasses and flashed his eyes.
“As I see it. Today he’ll test his limits by fighting until that mass-produced one stops.”
Dre chose fame over money.
Without stopping, he will take the challenger to the end.
“I’ll pick the right time for you to step out.”
“… Tsk.”
Heisel crossed her arms and watched the situation.
When he calmed down, the giant’s hands, which sighed in relief, widened their eyes and moved on to the next challenger.
Until the strongest high gel comes forward, he must reduce his stamina as much as possible.
Even if it was not the hand of a giant, there were many participants who were salivating while watching the mass-produced type that fought a series of battles.
It is on a 10-game winning streak.
It is also possible to get a huge amount of money by defeating the mass production type, which must have been weakened here and there from dealing with strong players.
Pilots who wanted money and fame scrambled to challenge Dre.
And. After about ten minutes.
In less time than you think… Dre won 37 straight games.
[…Oh my god.]
The host muttered in shock, forgetting even the frivolous concept.
[37 consecutive wins. This kind of thing is unprecedented, except for folk tales…]
The moderator kept his mouth shut.
Tale.
Past. A man who is said to have won 100 consecutive victories in robot battles.
Invitation Fryunar.
And unfortunately, the man who uses miracles in reality now is the next Prunar.
There was something burning in his heart in the image of a man actually writing a legend whose authenticity is unknown.
“Oh, oh…!”
“Ohhhhh…!!”
Dwarves are stubborn. Do not recklessly open your heart to other races.
And. It is also a race that cannot control the heat once it becomes hot.
“Ohhh…!!”
“Hey, do your best!”
“You’re doing quite well, human!!”
Suddenly, the whole crowd started cheering for Dre.
In response to the enthusiastic response, Heizel said Shu Woo-wook. He said, blowing steam from his head.
“…Is my turn still far away? Alsusu?”
“Keugh…”
My colleague broke into a cold sweat.
Hold on to your pride. I waited for the right time to win.
It shows miraculous control, but it is mass-produced in the end. No matter how good a pilot is, he will eventually become weak.
I couldn’t even communicate with the spirits.
Considering how heavily the battles in this iron colosseum depended on spirits, even winning ten consecutive victories was a miracle.
‘However. It’s still as brisk as if it just started?’
Normally, a rideable control golem would take about an hour to run…
‘No. Think again. That’s the limit of time, assuming that it’s time to use spirit communion.’
Basically, no one knows how long the limit time will be if an excellent mass-produced model starts with weak output.
Since it was a boarding type golem that was not as powerful as expected if operated without spirit communion, communion with spirits was not an option but a necessity.
So that. Few people knew the time limit for robots without spirit communication.
‘There is only one person in this arena. Maybe it’s about Lulua.’
She opened her mouth and watched Dre’s battle blankly.
I wasn’t in the mood to ask questions, and I ignored her orders. What are you asking me now?
‘That man. Could it be that they even calculated uptime and put on a performance like that?”
Pretending to be rejected by the spirits, did you show yourself climbing from the bottom to the top?
To gain public sympathy and increase your reputation with a dramatic appearance?
Also. Did you actually succeed in doing that and set a thrilling record of 37 consecutive wins?
Is there anything that can do that?
He felt goosebumps all over his body and cried out.
“Does that make sense?”
“…Tsk.”
Hi-Zel clicked her tongue, and the staff mate spoke quickly before he ran out of control.
“Hey Heisel. Give up today.”
“What?”
“Let’s choose the lesser evil. That’s… You can’t win…! There’s no way to win one-on-one!”
The reason why Dre won so many victories within ten minutes is thanks to more sophisticated control, but the back of the hand of a champion or a giant. The big thing was that the ‘competent’ had already lost most of the previous 10 consecutive victories.
Now that Dre is on a 37-game winning streak, there’s nothing left to say about it, so continuing to fight one-on-one won’t consume him.
“Don’t be funny!! I’m!!”
It was the moment Heisel was trying to say.
[Enough now.]
Dre’s voice echoed through the hall.
[Let’s stop.]
The Colosseum, which had been heated by the trivial voice, became quiet as if cold water had been poured on it.
[Oh that…]
The moderator couldn’t say anything.
The disappointment in his voice isn’t that of Dre trying to quit the challenge ignoring the heat of the arena.
It was only this, a feeling of disappointment in themselves who couldn’t quite reach that man’s standard.
While the spectators look at each other and feel indescribable emotions, jeoh-ong!! The mk 88 picked up a greatsword and put it on the floor.
Damn While people’s eyes were nailed to the ground with an incredibly large crack. Said Dre.
[I’m tired of 1v1. Please come in at once.]
The hall became quiet as if a rat had died.
Now. What did you say?
Come all at once?
…To deal with the majority?
With 37 consecutive victories, a mass production type that couldn’t even communicate with spirits? Do all to work?
“…Haha.”
“A giant is a giant.”
“Ah. That’s fun! After all, the Colosseum should be like this! Direct word!! Give me a beer!!”
No matter how much he was, there was no atmosphere that made me wonder if that wasn’t the case.
For that, the miracles Dre has shown so far are too dazzling.
The audience clenched their fists in anticipation of a new myth.
“Oh, oh oh…!”
“What do you know…!”
Gossips and gossips were heard here and there, boiling up, and soon it became a huge roar like a huge fire exploding.
“”Waaaaa!!””
All the dwarves screamed for their throats to burst.
“Yes! If you stop here, you’re not even a man!!”
“Go human!!”
“Win just a little more!! I bet all my fortune on your 40-game winning streak!!”
“The staff there! Bring beer and corn!”
“Here too!!”
Dre said in a low voice as the staff at the concession stand busily moved.
[Can’t you come in? I’ll wait for just 3 minutes, so if you’re not going to come in, I’ll just leave?]
At those words, the eyes of the participants who had been frozen until now were filled with anger.
“…What is that saying?!?!”
“Dwarf pride, I will never let you go like this!”
“Let’s try this, right?”
The pilots who sat in the waiting room and looked around ran to the hangar.
The eyes of the waiting robots flashed.
All participants, who no longer mattered about profit or profit, turned their eyes and came out to the Colosseum.
Aaaaa-!
The cheers that greeted the participants were huge.
“Guys!! You know how to read the atmosphere!”
“Someone stop that cheeky human!!”
[…Oh, oh…]
The moderator froze without even explaining the situation.
While watching the society for decades, has there been an incident like this?
‘Always the same sight, the same comment…’
I remembered how I first started this job as a moderator, which had become so dull that I didn’t think about it and dismissed it as just work.
Longing for the Colosseum.
The first person who said he had 100 victories in a row and the first person Hest who made his robot. And the story of ‘Gaiga’
[…Today.]
In the moderator’s trembling voice, he spoke clearly enough for everyone to hear.
[The legend passed down at the end of the earth seems to be becoming a reality.]
The words that seemed to be repeated to oneself rather than to people overflowed with sincerity.
While the robots were rushing into the Colosseum, Rius, who was struggling with a moth-stinging face, saw the intangible.
“I can’t participate because I’ve already been eliminated… But isn’t your assistant going?”
“I’m not going.”
The intangible said in a spit.
“… Even if you operate a robot, losing to him is unacceptable.”
While Rius closed his mouth at the maximum amount of informal recognition, an uproar also broke out between the giant’s hands.
Hi-Zel’s patience was running out and he was pushing his teammates away.
Thump thump thump.
Hizel shook off his comrades’ hands and strode toward the hangar.
“Ha, Heisel!”
“This is your chance! No matter how much Pryunar! You can’t be safe against that number at once!”
“Wait a little longer…”
“Noisy!!”
Great! Heizel’s voice rang out loud.
He was feeling a lot of disgust and shame for himself now.
It’s not enough that I participated in the competition not to win, but to embarrass myself, right now. In this mythological moment, if he stays still to win even a dirty victory, he will surely hate himself for the rest of his life.
“Heisel. Then take this at least!”
A staff colleague held something in his hand and shook it. It was a switch
“…? That?”
“It’s an item he entrusted to us. It’s an item that stops the mass-produced 88 that he gave us just in case.”
“!”
It wasn’t enough that he didn’t make repairs, so he had prepared things like that?
“If you activate this, the movement of the mass production type will come to an emergency stop. It’s too awkward and will stand out, so I tried to use it in the worst case… But now it’s the worst case. It only works within a 10m radius, so I’ll give it to you.”
Heisel was handed the switch by the staff.
He stares down at it and… Falls! Crumpled with his hands
“I win on my own.”
Now. That’s right.
Not as a soldier, but with the pride of a dwarf.
“Yes. I guess.”
The staff, who expected Heisel’s actions, sighed and grinned. He tapped Heisel on the shoulder. He too was a hot dwarf by nature.
“Beat that monster and come!!”
“Okay!!”
While Heizel was out, chaos broke out in the Colosseum.
88. Mass production type 88. The majestic jet-black aircraft, now unknown if it was a mass production type, roamed the Colosseum in all directions, dodging swords and spears flying from all directions with a single difference.
The audience couldn’t even breathe at the dangerous acrobatics of twisting their necks and arms to avoid spears and knives.
Quaang-! Whoa-!
Every time 88 swung an arm or leg or jumped, the robot was incapacitated.
Participants screamed and tried to break 88, but they were no match.
The weapons they fired were rather stolen by 88, and used as a shield for shooting from a distance, and sometimes holding the robot itself and using it as a blunt weapon.
But also multiple battles.
Although it avoided fatal parts, 88 looked very dangerous with the outer armor of the shoulder or leg broken.
The dwarves cheered for a hoarse voice, and the moderator now focused only on Dre, counting the number of robots he was killing.
[88…89… 90… Haha!! I’m really going crazy!]
Suddenly, the crowd sang in chorus and 91!! 92!! 93!! My throat exploded. I counted the counter.
And when it reached 99.
Bukuooooo-!!!
Intense flames consumed the robots surrounding 88 all at once.
When 88 turned its back, there was a robot covered in roaring flames.
Heizel’s ‘Giant of Fear’
He is a favorite pet. He clenched his bare fists without pulling out the anti-inflammatory sword he had made himself.
[I’ll deal with you with my fist.]
Heisel thought this was natural.
88’s armor was almost peeled off, and it looked like a skeleton, and here and there it was scorched and shattered, and crackling sparks flew out, so it wouldn’t be strange if it stopped moving at any moment.
They don’t even have basic armaments. It is a machine that has been a joke from the beginning.
Bare hands could barely be said to be fair.
‘It’s already too late for a fair fight. I will fight and win so that my heart is as clear as possible.’
A game that I loved that man, Dre, for the rest of my life. For Heizel, whom he deeply recognized as his strongest adversary in the Iron Colosseum, this was not sympathy, but an act for himself.
And in response to that, 88, Dre replied briefly.
[Is that an excuse for losing?]
At Dre’s angry voice, I burst out!! Heizel also had veins on his forehead.
The audience now cheered like crazy.
“Yes!! Stick with all your might!!”
“Heisel!! Believe me!!”
Heizel did as he said.
Beloved sword. Let’s pull out the anti-inflammatory sword! The flames surrounding the robot grew stronger.
“…Wow.”
Rius, who was watching from the waiting room, admired it.
I can feel the mighty power from that robot comparable to the demon lords I’ve seen before…!!
Heisel wasn’t the leader of the giant’s sword for nothing!
And Dre felt something when he saw it.
The emotion is the cheers of the audience, or. Is it the feeling of uplift due to the performance that stands out more than anyone else?
No. No.
What was burning his body now… Was the nasty ‘jealousy’.
“Go, dare…! Dare…!”
Dre gnashed his teeth.
“Such cool! To appear as a robot of flames!! Aaaaa!!”
Pew-!! 88 kicked the ground.
[Oh my god!? Is that the movement of the half-destroyed aircraft? It’s much faster than before! All, while running, kicking the weapon with your feet!! Pick up and throw!! While I’m talking again…! Oh, anyway, various weapons are our articles! We fly to the steel of our god!]
As the moderator said, Dre throws the weapons scattered around at random.
It seemed that they were flying roughly, but each one was aiming at a vital point, and Heizel felt cold.
‘Shit. How in the world is this skill!!’
The audience groaned. Swallowed saliva
I couldn’t take my eyes off the movement of 88, which was much more acrobatic and powerful than before.
And Heizel calmly struck down all the flying weapons and watched Dre’s movements closely.
As 88 ran out of weapons to throw, he threw parts while digging through the broken robots.
Then, he wrapped the wire used to connect the robots around his arm and swung it menacingly like a whip.
Heisel thought that the whole action was to scare him, and when he opened the door, he was about to make a real attack, and he waited with determination for Dre’s real attack.
‘Opportunity is once.’
The moment you start to push. It will stay
So it’s over with just one clash…!
Heizel slashes his weapon and advances towards 88 little by little.
And as if waiting for that advance, 88 let out a rough steel roar from its body and jumped forward.
88 had twin swords in his hand.
“Wow!”
“It’s a head-to-head match!!”
88 and the cowardly giant. The distance between the two gradually narrowed.
In the end, Dre holding the twin swords and Heizel’s anti-inflammatory sword collided.
Float-!!
The two aircraft are chakeying! Crossed
Hwareuk!!
“Keuuk…!”
Dre groaned, and soon the 88 was engulfed in flames.
Ah-! A sad moan swept through the hall.
[Aaaaah…]
The host sighed, and the giant’s hands let out cheers.
After all, their leader!
Victory over that monster!
“Huh… Huh?”
Heisel, who was feeling more joy than anyone else, stood out.
Kirik. Kirik… The burning 88… Moves.
And where the hell did it come from, cooooo A huge greatsword was caught in 88’s hand, emitting an intense light.
“What…! They’re still moving?”
It is a scare story that once any robot gets wrapped up in it, all its parts will melt due to the high heat and become unable to start.
By the way, how do you stand up to the subject of mass production…?
Is that really a mass production type…? Or not. Did something change just because Prunar rode?
Heisel opened his mouth in a daze, not even realizing that he had fully acknowledged that Dre was Fryu Nar.
“Ku, haha!”
Dre was happy.
Because…
“My 88-chan… Finally uses fire! Without spirits!! As expected, fire likes me!!”
Fortunately or unfortunately, Dre shouted right after the maddening voice that only soul friends could hear because the voice system was unstable.
“All robots!! The hero has a special move!”
“What? A special move?”
The moment Heisel gets nervous, Quaang!! 88 kicked the ground.
Oh oh oh! The boosters on his back and feet spewed out flames to the limit, gradually accelerating, and Heizel fixed his sword as if it were natural.
“This time, completely cut it into pieces… Huh?!”
I’m going to go to the middle of the day. The sword does not move.
…Look closely. The wire was entangled around Heisel like a spider’s web.
“When… Ah…!”
The wire that was wrapped around the arm while getting through the robot…!
‘Double swords and weapon throwing are all fake!!’
At the intersection earlier, the wire was actually installed…!
To write a special move!!
“This thing…! You can escape in one second!”
Unfortunately for Heizel. One second was enough time for Dre’s special move to explode.
“Hell or Heaven! Phoenix Flame Sword!”
…At the same time as he called out an intense special move that even a child would not shout, a solid red line was drawn that seemed like the world would be cut in two.
Chew-!!
Before he knew it, Dre’s Unit 88 passed Heisel’s and was kneeling on one knee behind Heisel’s, swinging a sword.
After a while. Heisel’s body. The cowardly giant slanted.
No. It’s not cheery.
Slurreuk Kwaaaaang-!! The split upper body fell to the floor.
“… Ha. That’s right.”
The upper body of the aircraft was cut off, revealing the cockpit, and Heisel looked up at the sky with a face of astonishment.
And at the same time, he smiled with a very satisfied smile.
And.
[100!!!!!!!!!! 100!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At this point, all participants have withdrawn or eliminated!! Yeodere’s mk88 finally won!]
Aaaaa
A roar that made the ends of the earth vibrate resounded incessantly.
Heisel blankly recalled the beautiful blow he had just seen, and suddenly felt a shadow cast over him.
The cockpit of the approaching 88 opened, and Huuk and Dre jumped out.
Dre held out a hand to him.
“Thank you. You’re amazing.”
“…Under.”
I really lost
Even in skill. Even in humanity. It was a rout.
Heisel cupped it with his right hand and put his left fist on his chest and said.
“Karkar. Ol. Ella.”
As the cheers grew louder at Heisel’s cry, Dre asked, “Did this bastard curse at me?” And tilted his head.
Okay.
His jealousy is not over yet…
In the meantime, far away. After blankly watching the battle, Lulua suddenly looked down at her palm and murmured.
“…This robot play is more fun than I thought.”
There was hot sweat on her palms as she murmured calmly.
