Noru， Master of Cheokcheok in Another World 314

Chapter 314 – Gangs of Rome (3)

─Kwagwagwagwak!

The knight was pushed back but withstood the blast. The speed of flying and high-heat flames are effective techniques, but the explosive power is not particularly great.

‘Of course, that’s something I’ve known since I practiced the technique.’

I additionally manipulated mana while dashing.

─Shurrr! As the flames rotated, they clung to the knight’s shield. It looked like a mother bird nurturing her eggs, but the heat was not as gentle as it seemed.

The knight’s astonishment overlapped with the archer’s scream. The movement of the knight stiffened from the heat attached to the shield, and the arrows fired by the archer were swift and stealthy, but not to the extent that they could not avoid them.

─Pyuyung!

He approached the archer while dodging and parrying the 3-pointer. It’s annoying if you keep blowing meme while fighting.

At first glance, the defense seemed low, so I thought that if I suppressed it, there would be room for conversation.

The knight’s decision was quick. The blue flame tore off the clinging shield.

It seems that he didn’t want to die in the armor while holding a shield covered in flames. He had planned to throw away the shield, but it was unexpected that he reacted so quickly.

Even so, the speed couldn’t catch me.

It didn’t seem like his skills were poor enough to care about the weight of the armor, but his feet were slower than mine.

‘Ruler. How do I get out?’

Is it a javelin? Another magic item?

As I bounced off the arrow, I predicted how the knight would intercept me as I was aiming for the archer.

And the choice the knight made completely caught me off guard. She had her charge spear attached to her side and lowered her feet.

─Tspaat!

The knight almost silently displayed several times her original speed.

It was a straight line, but only that dash was significantly faster than me. It seemed to be using some kind of unique martial art.

‘… This must be dangerous?’

Assault spears are also called horseback spears. The power that comes from the speed of a horse combined with its weight and sturdy spear cannot be underestimated even in a different world.

Without saying a word, I evaded the lancer who ran faster than words.

‘Is it fucking CP9? They use a sieve.’

If it was an enemy that could be killed, it would have crashed head-on, like a truck crash, but if that happened, either I or she would have been seriously injured.

─Right!

The assault spear grazed Yesugei Mode’s fur cloak.

I hit it right, but I couldn’t pierce it. This is also a giant skin armor. Still, I didn’t know if it was authentic.

‘Fuck. Why do I see so many strong guys these days?’

It’s not like the black mafia wizard, it’s not a game, but whenever I get stronger, the enemy’s strength seems to increase.

Tsk, complaining won’t do you any good. I rationally refuted my complaint.

Even in Sargadis, a rural area, there were many strong players.

There are so many people I’ve met that I can’t count on one hand, including three guild branch leaders and a team of adventurers who bought time against the Unicorn Warlock.

If it was the days of Budak, I would have had to fight with my soul against the mafia I just subdued, and then I would have had to overcome it by robbing them.

If you put it like that, it’s just that I’ve become stronger, and the ratio of the strong in the world hasn’t changed much.

A city several times bigger than Sargadis would have many times more people confident in their skills.

After hearing it, I consciously said that I was going to get angry, so I let it out.

While dodging the attack, he kicked the shoulder that had lost his shield. When the knights were fully equipped, both sides must have been well-prepared, but it is not now that they have abandoned their shields.

─Kudangtangtang!!

The knight hit by my kick lost his balance and rolled on the floor while accelerating uncontrollably, but then jumped up and chased after me. It’s amazing toughness.

By the way, the meaning of ‘chasing’ is also the sound of using that super acceleration.

His mental state of not being afraid even after rolling on the floor like a motorcycle accident was like a first-class warrior.

It was a handshake against me, though.

─A flash.

Odin’s eyes sensed the movement of mana.

The first true master warrior I met was Nefertiti.

She said as she gave me tips on her technique. Since ancient times, if you are a master, you have to hone your own technique, and you have to master it through repeated practice.

──Create a systematic attack like a magic spell. You can turn your mana into the most comfortable and familiar path inside her body.

‘The technology created that way is the strongest and fastest.’

So will that article. Her super-accelerated dash skill, which allows her to perform her horseback attack without her steed, must be her own skill, created through repetition of her training like a magic spell.

However, because of its systematic structure, it is visible to Odin.

The mana that elasticized her legs as they spun and compressed like a spring was good in her eyes.

It is a technique that reduces the impact to the ankle, knee, and waist, and uses the power to spur the floor as speed without wasting it. I grabbed the aching head and stepped on the steps.

Pan-!

The article dashed.

I only used my right foot to accelerate. He might have intended to confuse me by accelerating once more in the middle, but it was meaningless beyond seeing through.

Blood Demonic Art
Calamity Wall

I spread Beast Return’s mana coating like a wall.

The knight who was running saw the flames spewing upward as if a waterfall had been overturned, but he did not seem to be able to stop it. Under the visor of the hooded helmet, I could see a look of self-reproach in his eyes.

─Quaang!

The crashed article bounced off the ceiling like a car on a speed bump. He looked so damn strong, so he wouldn’t die like that.

─Fuck!

While thinking about something else, I got hit by an arrow. It didn’t penetrate the leather armor, but it hurt.

The archer, who had occupied the high ground, stiffened his jaw at the lack of power of the arrows, but fired arrows in succession as if to empty the quiver he had brought.

Perhaps due to the power of the magic item, the arrow’s trajectory curved like an eel in water. God damn it, you see all the variations in archery. If I hadn’t read the martial arts magazine where the archer is the main character, I would have been in big trouble.

〈… Germanium one night special price!〉

I forgot to turn off Odin’s eyes.

Blood Demonic Art
Phoenix Wing

─Food Duck!! I realized the realizations I acquired while interacting with birds. The flames on the wide open arms were stirred like a bullfighter’s curtain to remove the arrow.

Then, I imitated the technique I saw earlier.

‘Is it like this?’

Mana was compressed like a spring in her feet, and the repelling force was added to her speed as she stepped on her advance.

─Phew!

It was a clumsy first attempt, so the speed was not satisfactory. Of course, since I jumped to the window sill of the distribution warehouse without any fuss, let’s say I’ve done my part.

… What a profit!

Surprisingly, the archer aimed at me without running away.

It seemed that he thought that he would not be able to avoid it while jumping. Since I don’t have a helmet, it must have looked like I just had to hit the head.

‘Well, there’s a mana coating inside the head, too.’

Even so, with the intention of breaking the fighting spirit, the flame of the Blood Magic Ball was lit in the head. My head was transformed into a flaming gourd of skulls, burning like a thug.

〈… Hick?!〉

The archer’s hand trembled in fear, and the arrow missed just like that.

The arrow that grazed the flame head stuck into the ceiling in the state of a fire arrow. Then I applied a power-controlled kick to her stomach. Well, it was roughly at the level of touching it with the tip of my toe.

However, cardiopulmonary arrest ON.

Blood Demonic Art
Ghost Rider Kick

─Puck!

〈──Kuh, kuck!〉

Cardiopulmonary arrest with controlled output is also effective for suppression.

If you want to remain calm after being hit in the intestines, you have to have a defense mechanism inside your body like me.

That’s why, although I wonder what it would be like as a metaphor for women, the pain would be similar to when men get hit by their balls, which are external internal organs.

Catch the falling archer as if carrying a load and land.

〈… Lady!〉

The knight who had been pinned to the ceiling also fell at the same time. She stood up and saw me and gnashed her teeth.

By the way, madam? Who is this?

I looked at the archer and was a bit surprised. I didn’t pay attention during the fight, but this guy’s left ring finger was missing.

It’s just not there. His finger had been cut off. Of course, it wasn’t a wound from a fight, it was like he had lost a finger before he came here.

As I stared at the archer awkwardly, the knight, perhaps realizing his mistake, shut his mouth and then got angry.

‘Let him go! If not——〉

─Cheap! When I let go of my hand, the lady who was suffering from hugging her stomach fell on the floor.

… Is this person wearing a mask too? It would be embarrassing if he asked me to take responsibility for his crushing.

When his lady fell over like a pancake that had escaped from a frying pan, the knight jumped up and jumped to the flagship.

〈… Did you let go?〉

When the words ‘You said you were to do it’ were conveyed back, the knight became a hapjuki.

It’s probably ridiculous, but I’m also dumbfounded.

‘There seems to be some misunderstanding, but I have no intention of harming you. It was a tough enemy to beat without getting hurt, so it was just difficult to keep the balance in your hands.>

〈… You didn’t intend to fight us?〉

Perhaps it was the same idea, the knight became a Hapjuki again.

– Beetle.

The archer, who was called Madame, stood up and went to the side of the knight, paying attention to me.

So I raised both hands and waited. He was like a rookie who went on shift with his senior at night.

The archer checked the position of the missing bow and said.

“If what you said is true, we must be in a position where we have to apologize. However, we did not go ahead with suspicion alone.〉

“Have you ever met me anywhere?”

〈As long as you don’t know the face underneath the mask, it’s a meaningless assumption. However, necromancers who speak to spirits are not common.〉

Damn, were you watching that?

I was a little nervous. Come to think of it, seeing or talking to spirits wasn’t my exclusive patent. It made sense when I thought that the first arrow had pierced the soul of the mafia I was interrogating.

‘I guess that person can see the soul too.’

Is it a psychic constitution? I was a bit taken aback, but calmly recited an excuse I had in mind.

I understand. I also beat up the mafia bastards who were here with only my heart, so if you start talking like this, each other is picking acorns.

‘This is a shaman’s exorcism commonly spoken in the central plains. As a Murim person in the Middle Plain who has learned taoism, I have learned the skill of communicating with the supernatural god written on the Hwandangogi.〉

〈State, midfield? Fantastic… Shaman?〉

I calmly recited a dog noise.

‘A kind of shaman in your country. Originally, there is a process of inviting the soul to the ritual based on the procedure called ‘National Five Rites’, but since the person I was talking to was a wicked person and died here, some of the process was omitted.〉

〈… Isn’t it black magic?〉

I wasn’t the only one who adjusted the power. Even if they tried to kill me, they would have had a half chance of winning, but even with arrows, they avoided my vital points until the end.

That meant they didn’t want to kill me in the first place either.

〈… I’ve never heard of a country called Jungwon.〉

The woman called Madam asked a question in a voice that seemed to be younger than me, even if she only thought of cancer.

〈May I ask why you came to Romania?〉

〈… We do not know your culture. And vice versa. If Sojeo had known about the existence of shamans and guts, none of this would have happened.〉

〈… Did you come here for cultural exchange?”

An archer who asks what bullshit he is talking about even though he is being supported by a knight who is mouthing like a servant.

Damn, wasn’t this a bit much? I thought I would run out of things to say if I answered appropriately for the current situation. I backtracked, trying not to show embarrassment.

‘It is not so. It’s not something I can do through my own efforts. However, if our fight now escalates into a conflict between nations, can it end as simply as it does now?”

〈… What do you mean?〉

What are you talking about? Buying time to think of excuses.

I squealed and groaned.