Civilization Game

Bayan's arm falls down to announce the start of the duel.

Rod and Kullan, the two of them move slowly and measure their distance from each other.

The choking tension envelops the surroundings. Both sides were at stake. I forgot to catch my breath and watched the two of them fight.

Every time I move, the clay on the ground grabs the foot of the rod. The environment was not good, but the risk was likely to be the same. Rod continues to be mentally armed, measuring the streets.

'Let's think about the duel with Bea.'

Her movements come to mind. The meticulously resected, yet sophisticated movement of a truly unmanned dagger. That's why it felt more glamorous.

I remembered her voice. A childish attack with no murder in it. A battle style that mimics what I've seen. It hits the surface rather than efficiency. How much better can it be compared to then? Rod raises tension, putting her voice into her brain one by one.

Kulan continues to circle around, never attacking first. He was a cautious type like the chief of staff.

'Then I'll go first.'

Swinging around doesn't reveal any loopholes. It's better to be more vigorous. Rod, who thought that way, rushes ahead, slicing open the current.

Kullan also stopped moving and stood up and moved at a rapid pace, making a big swing.

Yikes!

The power contained in the figure was enormous. The rod swiftly presses the brake and pulls back. Phew! The blue-day bend breaks the atmosphere. Then the continuous movement unfolded, and the blue sword cut the air again and again. Rod steps on the staff, then slowly dodges.

"What, you just avoided asking for a fair duel?"

The more the Lord retreats, the more violent Kulan rushes to swing. A sharp blade cuts through the Road's clothing and scatters the blood, giving you a startling sound in the Abyss formation.

'Ugh, bitter.'

Kulan raises the bar and throws it down. In a consecutive dodge move, the staff staggers into a defensive position, the first time the tangled rod lifts the dagger overhead. The moment the razor hits the blade, the razor shifts slightly and disperses.

On the blade opposite the dagger that Beatrice gave you, there was a part of the manly. Designed to shift the direction of the iron with magical power.

It's stuck!

Prevents the attack. The rod pulls out the dagger with its bare hands. Kulan gives out an arm wrapped around him as if he was waiting.

Puff! The Dagger is bitten red, but it doesn't go deep.

"I don't suppose you've considered your residue!"

Kulan pulls the lever back into his hands and exerts power even as he moves fast.

"Hehe!"

Immediately, Rod kneels on one knee and barely grabs the dagger with both hands.

'It's a lot of power.'

My arms tremble. He was about the same size as Lord, but different in strength. Where in the world does that monster come from? Gradually, the dagger drops down and suddenly reaches the edge of the road.

"Residue alone cannot turn the battle upside down! Only pure strength and obsession with fighting can bring us victory!"

Kulan gives you more power as if you were trying to keep the battle afloat. Lord smiles bitterly, enduring the pain of a severed arm.

"But you can escape the crisis with residue!"

The kneeling rod snaps at the hip and kicks one leg straight up. Black water splashes up and into Kulan's eyes. He groans and pulls back. After being released from battle, Lord Lord throws the dagger in his hand while he cries out in a desperate break.

Phew!

The dagger is not fully charged, so it rests just a little on Kullan's thigh.

"Huff, huff."

A wide road draws out a new dagger, breathing heavily.

Kulan also takes a few steps back and wipes the black water from his eyes with his sleeve. And as soon as he grabbed the handle to pull out the dagger from his thigh, he flew the dagger as if he was waiting for the rod. At the same time, he blew himself up.

"What a cliché that happens to be spontaneous, one-on-one! '

Kulan is furious and hurriedly raises his blade to stop the flying dagger. The balance of the unsafe Gardra pose is poor.

"Damn it! This is definitely the king's battle!" '

As Lord approaches, Kulan grips his teeth and swings hard. The rod was in a position low enough for the knee to touch the floor. Boo! A tremendous amount of strength passes by, cutting off a few of his hair. Rod raises his waist and moves his right hand, pulling out the dagger. Kulan's gaze shifts toward the sharp dagger, and his body reacts.

"Your feet are longer than your hands holding a dagger! '

Oops! The rod extends its dominant right foot and pushes the handle of the dagger into Kulan's thigh. At the same time, Borat's magic flowed from my eyes. The rod's unique abilities have been triggered.

"Cough!"

As the dagger plunges deeper into his thigh, Kulan feels a tingling sensation. Then came the immense second ordeal. I felt like I was going to let my mind go white in my head. This terrible pain was the first I had ever felt in my life.

And as Kulan's movements harden, the rod grips his teeth and wields his dagger. A silver flash draws a solid line and Lord's body passes by him.

"……!"

All the spectators couldn't blink their eyes and followed the battle. There was a long silence behind the backs of two people who crossed each other.

"Phew!"

Lord vomits a harsh breath. And...

Puhuack!

A fountain of blood rises from Kulan's neck.

"……!"

"Ha, the verdict at once!"

Kulan's bloodstaining body leans slowly from his neck. The gaze of the man standing and falling met in the air for a moment. Lord smiles and says.

"Am I not a warrior now?"

You have a strange smile on Kulan's mouth. Soon his body collapsed into the water. Blood from the red tendon was mixed in black water.

"……."

The two factions are in deep silence.

In the static, Lord thought for a moment. What was the victory ceremony of the Arogetsu warriors? It seems to raise the weapon, roughly stained with the enemy's blood, high. That's a small dagger you're holding. It's a little shaped, but what do you think? Rod swings his dagger overhead.

"Waaaahhhh!"

A thunderous shout comes from the Abyss advance. The warriors of Aruges bow their heads without cheer or sorrow, praising the winner's honor and mourning his death. Bayan raised his head with the same condolences.

"The winner is Lord Polentia of Abyss. He has passed the Honorable Warrior's trial by the sword of Mars, so he will be recognized as a true warrior from now on."

Bayan shouts, reaching out to Lord.

"I think I've got the wrong guy. You may have been born different, but at that moment, you were definitely a warrior."

"Well, thank you for agreeing."

Lord smiles shyly and holds his hand.

"As an equal warrior, I swear on the honor of my ancestors. We will retreat. And now this army will never invade your lands again."

"Good."

Lord vomits again.

"Get out of here before Martin gets here."

After negotiations, Lord Rod returns to the march and the Abyss soldiers greet him with a vigorous welcome. The king, the most noble of all, risked his life to save this country. Everyone held Lord's name in harmony.

"My Lord!"

Beatrice sprints to Lord's arms. Lord almost went backwards. Even the unbalanced Lord hugs her with all his might.

As you approach, Unibell scratches his cheek and mutters.

"Heh, heh! Well, you did good. But don't push too hard on your shoulders. Taking down a nobody..."

As she does not return as usual, she looks at Lord's face in awe. I had a very bad look.

"What? Are you sick?"

"Oh, no. Haha... I'm not really sick."

Lord looks at his right arm. I was trembling with tremors as if I had a tremor.

"…… first time. because."

"What?"

"It's nothing."

Lord gives Beatrice full control with a smile on his face. Physically and mentally, it was limited. She comes back to her side and raises Lord's right arm.

"Hmph."

As Beatrice struggles alone, Unibell approaches to the left of the road to raise the other one.

"Oh, what an honor! I did good this time, so I'm giving it to you...."

"Well, thank you..."

Lord gives you an unsafe smile. His legs are dragging to the ground.

"You both need to be taller. It's more uncomfortable."

"... What's wrong?"

Unibell's face flushes.

"… Can you just bring me a stretcher?"

"Yi, yi, yi! What a pervert! After all you care about, you ignore me?"

"Ahhh! Merchant! You can't hit me! Your Majesty is wounded!"

Soldiers approach and tear the unibell apart. Beatrice lowers her arm and says,

"… I endured the majesty of being the King of my master, but I can't help it. Excuse me."

Beatrice skillfully hugs the body of a rod that is one head taller than her. It was the Princess hug that said it was for lovers only.

"…… Bea, Bea?"

"I will escort you to the Royal Medical Office as soon as possible."

"Now, wait a minute!"

Beatrice starts running fast past the soldiers. It was so fast that the surrounding environment flashed past.

'… Hmm. This is more comfortable than I thought.'

Rod closes his heavy eyelids from her arms, feeling cozy.