Chapter 302 – The Cold Blooded King.
“Who are you targeting? Old-fashioned, old-fashioned let’s play!”
Krikaliev swung the right arm of the guy who was aiming at Diana, who was running away with Usher and the girls, with a barisada. Then, it seems that his right arm is broken little by little, probably because he first caught him and cracked it.
– Kaaang!
“Can you transform your body?”
He once again uses Barisada to aim at the bastard’s arm, but the bastard’s left hand turns into a sword-like form and blocks the blade. He pushed his handle against him, and when he used his cross guard to aim for the bastard’s abdomen, the bastard’s hand, which had turned into a blade, was deformed again, and he could no longer push as he grabbed Barisada. He backed away before kicking him straight to the body and taking Barisada away.
“The era of the Daemado must have been such a fucking era!”
He immediately approached him, blocking the pouring bullets.
– Kaaak!
Barisada’s blade collided with his pitch-black body, sparks flew with an unpleasant noise.
“Kuh, that’s annoying.”
He frowned at the pain in his lower back. If it was only the pain, I would have endured it, but the waist was the axis of power when swinging a weapon. Needless to say, the bullets planted in his waist were restricting his movement, so even fighting him in close proximity was difficult. It was fortunate that it didn’t push that much, but that’s all. He’s got his bizarre right hand pointed at him to kill him even up close, and he has to struggle to get his right hand out of its aiming position.
Even though his right hand is seemingly cracked, the bullets he shoots casually are too threatening to him. He was able to somehow block the pouring bullets, but it was he who was at a disadvantage the farther he got away. He could attack as many times as he wanted, but the ways he could attack him were limited. That’s why he had to cling to him tenaciously, even threatening to die in an instant. As if annoying, the guy spreads his deformed left hand wide and grabs Barisada again.
– Snuggle Geek!
For the first time, Krikaliev felt as if Barisada was screaming with excessive force. He was helpless. Even if Barisada was a magic tool made in the era of the great magic, it was a demon born in the same era. But he couldn’t let Barisada break.
– Kaang!
The gnome stumbles after being hit by the mace he has newly drawn out and wields, and uses the gap to free Barisada.
“It’s been a while since I’ve used this… I’m afraid I won’t be able to use it.”
He checked the cracked mace and clicked his tongue. On the other hand, the one who had been hit by the mace was just staggered for a moment, but looked this way as if trying to figure out what had just happened. That’s why he suddenly pulled out a weapon he wasn’t even holding and knocked himself out, so it must have been so. Even though Krikaliev was a trump card, the fact that he couldn’t hit him properly was painful to the bone.
“Are you saying that the only thing that can damage him is something made in the same era?”
He ran towards him again. He was a means to create gaps, even if he could not land a valid blow. If so, it was meaningful only if he used it to the fullest before analyzing the means. He sees the guy aiming his right hand at him and throws the broken mace in front of him. Furbuck! Clink! His left hand transforms like a net when he swings Barisada while watching the bullets get stuck in Mace’s head, which was already breaking, and fall to the ground.
The spreading net attacks and eventually snatches Barisada out of his grasp by force.
“As expected, it comes out that way.”
But it was not Barisada who was caught in the net.
-Pud deuk!
As proof of that, the sword held in his left hand could not overcome his strength and easily broke into pieces. Krikaliev took advantage of that opportunity and, thinking that he had stolen Barisada, cut down the right hand of the guy who confidently reached out with Barisada’s pommel.
– Fast!!
His right hand, which hit the pommel, eventually cracks even further, shattering to the point where he can’t fire any more bullets. That alone was a great harvest. At least, the moment he thought he could deal with it more comfortably, he looked at his broken right hand, and his eyes flashed so red that he lost sight.
“Keugh!?”
At the same time, Barisada stood up against the shrapnel that was pouring towards him to block some of them, but unfortunately, he couldn’t stop some from stabbing himself. The fragments scattered on him were fragments of the sword he had given him instead of Barisada. But that was just an omen.
-◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼!!!!!
Am I angry? A roar that could not be said to be human or that of any other animal resounded, and a shock wave pushed him away along with a red aura rising from him. The fragments of the sword flew because of it. Because of this, Krikaliev flew through the wall several times before crashing into another wall and stopping.
“Kkeuh, I don’t think the personality is usually damn good.”
As soon as he got up from the wall, he fired off a bullet aiming for his head, and through the collapsed wall, he saw pitch-black darkness approaching this place.
“Have you already recovered?”
Krikaliev soon realized that the arm he had broken was back. The speed and accuracy of the bullets, which had been unstable due to cracks in his strength, seemed to have returned to normal. Noticing that even though he could shoot bullets, he approached or pushed him away, noticing that he needed time to recover his hand, and he continued to dodge the bullets and hit them with a barisada and started running through the castle. It would be right for him to approach again unless he had the means to attack from a distance, but he couldn’t.
“Hi and true. You’re not a kid, are you saying you’re serious now?”
It was because his movements were noticeably faster than before. He probably didn’t even think of him as an adversary before. At least he took out a sling and fired a bullet to attack me, but he received the bullet directly as if he was not worth stopping. The sling’s bullets didn’t even scratch his body, let alone distort it a little. Rather, his position was discovered and he unilaterally poured out bullets, so he was chased again.
“As expected, it was made to kill the golem that became the base of my body.”
Even if the compatibility wasn’t good, it wasn’t quite good. He can attack by shooting bullets wherever he is, and even wielding a weapon is difficult at first because of the bullets lodged in his body. It was all the more troublesome because he could be said to have deteriorated compared to the original golem. But that didn’t mean there was no way at all.
“Let’s see if any gun can hit you so lightly.”
For he had a gun with a long handle and gunpowder in his hand. He found it by accident as he walked in and out of the room fighting him. Guns were literally firearms that were miniaturized cannons. However, because of its manufacturing method and efficiency, it was only used at most for Laxaria and Pacifenia, but it had the advantage of having a certain destructive power. It was a useful weapon when hunting dragons.
“Thank you for leaving an expensive gun, no matter who it is.”
Thanks to this, the person using the gun must have been a knight, but he seemed to have forgotten to carry the gun in a very urgent situation. Or was he at work? Either way, it would be a pity for the knight who would have been fond of guns. He managed to get out of his sight and use a piece of broken mirror to locate it. It seemed to be preparing to fire its own bullets, looking around to see if it was looking for him.
“Compared to that, guns are toys.”
The gun he will use cannot be fired in quick succession, and the smoke obscures his vision and makes a lot of noise. But his right hand, the grotesquely shaped gun that could be called itself, is different. Not only does it fire continuously, but it doesn’t even make a sound, let alone smoke. Besides, if the gun is broken, it will take time to repair or need to be replaced.
“There is a certain degree to being unreasonable.”
Even so, I couldn’t help but complain. After all, it was important to have the means to attack him. He pushed the charge and the bullet into the barrel with a stick placed under the barrel, and then put a copper cap on the top. Then, leaning over his body as much as possible, he puts the gun on a rock made of collapsed buildings and aims at him.
“Write. It’s inconvenient.”
Krikaliev put the cloth he had been using to sharpen his sword on the rugged rock where the barrel had rested, and stood up again. Thanks to this, the animal fat sandwiched between the fabrics gave the barrel a steady hold, so he gripped his butt with his free hand to keep it more firmly centered. Soon, he aims at the head of the slow-moving creature. Because I needed the most effective blow to finish it off with certainty. Soon, when it came within reasonable distance, he pulled the trigger.
-Taaaaang!
The gunfire reverberates through the empty castle, and the smoke escaping from the muzzle creates a thick fog and smells of flame. The only thing left to do was to check if the single bullet fired like that was properly lodged in the guy’s head, but there was no need to check.
-Kooung!
Because the jet black had already noticed his location and was moving forward. The guy looked back at him as soon as the gunshot rang out. Still, the bullet from the gun should have gone right through the head of the guy who looked back at him, but Krikaliev saw it. Just before the bullet hit the guy’s head, the existence like a transparent film that was faintly visible. The bullet lost power as it hit the membrane before it even reached his head.
“I think I understand now. You must have been quite upset about getting your arm.”
He knew his location from the start. He couldn’t seem to find him, it was just a game to hunt him down.
“Looks like you’re listening to what I’m saying.”
As proof of that, isn’t his bright red one eye burning blazing?
“Shouldn’t have had more to drink before coming up.”
Krikaliev recalled his old memories, thinking that he was drinking today. The memories that brought him to this day.
“Then how awesome she was!”
“Did her breasts get big? Are they pretty?”
“Yeah! Is that all she is? Kyaa, I thought my butt was about to explode.”
“Hey, do you want to see me too?”
“It looks like it came from the Pavilion sector. It really killed it.”
Against the background of Thaddeo’s voice laughing as they tipped their glasses together in response to Lucas’ boastful shout, he bit off the lizard’s skewer. Crispy on the outside and hard on the inside, chewing and enjoying the unique texture of grilled lizard, he nodded his head and looked at the kitchen.
“Here’s another plate of lizard skewers!”
“No, hey! Did you eat all of that right away?!”
“We only ate one right now, so what if we eat it all!”
So, only then did the two of them realize that the lizard skewers they ordered as snacks had disappeared into his stomach, but the host brought a plate lined with lizard skewers as if he had been waiting.
“Because I knew this would happen and prepared it in advance. Eat as much as you want.”
“Oh, mister. I can’t take care of this guy because it’s a habit.”
“Isn’t it good that I’m increasing sales?”
Lost for words at the host’s answer, they looked at him as he was busy eating the lizard skewers that came out again.
“Huh? Why?”
“Are you here to have a drink with us?”
“You know I don’t drink, do you?”
“You really can’t drink!”
As if they were frustrated, they said something, but eventually tilted their glasses again.
“By the way, Yakaf, aren’t there any girls you’re interested in lately?”
“So, shouldn’t we be looking for a marriage partner soon?”
“Okay.”
He shrugged his shoulders and let it go without saying anything to his friends who were interested in his love story.
“It’s like that again. Pay attention to women.”
“That’s right. There are so many pretty kids in our town too.”
“It’s okay, so worry about them. Lucas, you even broke up with Isgar.”
“Keuhuk! You bastard…!”
