It's the start of the game.
- Kyuzaaaaah!
- Kyussargyusat!
- Cuusaaah!!!
At the same time, the cobalt ropes are loosened and stretched towards me. Turning to specifying my position on the blind topic, I felt a sense of being activated because I was starving.
When I was in Krashheim, I used to sell them to the Arena when I caught the eggs or cubs of monsters. It was a pretty salty bee, and it was often in its own way, so I was face-to-face with the pitch staff. It was a dream, maybe.
However, monsters that are cultivated as sacrifices at the Arena will be viciously abused and compelled to suffer demonic hunger. Pain and hunger. This is a great way to train monsters.
I don't need love for training.
Monsters are neither pets nor pets.
Only for the purpose of sacrificing the Arena, it is to train in such a way.
However, being trained does not mean that its nature is lost.
As much as a monster, it heaps up hatred by screaming rather than giving in to humans. And it is expressed as aggressiveness towards the human in front of the eye when the rope is untied.
Like a cobalt in front of your eyes.
"Slowly."
I also hit the ground at the Arena.
Even though the uncivilized Kobolt has built up hatred for humans, and Yama has turned away completely tightly. Cobalt is cobalt.
Nothing can be accomplished in anger.
That's why I don't fear the other person.
As long as Kobolt suddenly turns around and doesn't use a Sword Aura, they don't have a chance.
- Tak-tak-tak!
Running speed was faster than Cobalt.
Of course. Cobalt can't beat me with any weight or strength.
If so, I still have time.
If you can afford to pay Durban, a grateful friend who made a new one with a thorough 'showmanship'.
"Kiiooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
I ran along the rim of the Arena like a kangaroo with a blade protruding from a nightmare. My mouth explodes like a demon of hell. At this instant, he was a reindeer. No, he was a reindeer!
My leg is a million-dollar bridge!
It was a time-running Forest Gump!
For thorough impact and showmanship, I ran out along the rim of the Arena as close as possible to the audience. As barbaric as possible.
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!!"
I saw the faces of the audience sitting in the passenger seat.
"It's so barbaric!"
One of them raises his hands in awe. I stretched out my tongue crazily toward her. "Argh!!" A scream exploded. I sprayed my nose and sprinted again.
"Guwaaaaaaaaah!!!"
I was as confident as yelling.
My mother always accused me of being the captain of the corps every time I screamed in agony, but I had the talent to scream. Scream Artist!
I didn't become an artist, but the artist was an artist!
"It's so horrible!"
Once again, the horror of the audience exploded. From the morning onwards, the roar of the real barbarians and the uncharted hyperactivity of those who come out of the arena and spend this time alone have come with great cultural shock.
Where did you see these men being used by gladiators, abandoned by their parents, raised by wolves in the wild, and the wolf boy who lived with them was rescued by humans (the wolves who lived like a family were wiped out)?
If you look at that, you would be surprised by the evil intellectuals of the 19th-century Western Hemisphere who had an imperialist mindset. My cry was of that kind.
The boy did not want to be rescued by man.
Of course, I didn't want wolves like family to be exterminated.
What was done to the boy who did not wish for anything was a cruel correction of the name of miserable slaughter () and socialization.
Wear inappropriate clothing and teach them how to eat with knives.
The boy died shortly after.
Signs are bacteria in the civilized world.
I learned to be bored by all kinds of child abuse, but the last thing that burst into death was the cry of a wolf.
A werewolf boy with bare bark is dead, at least as a wolf.
"Awwwwwwww!!"
My wolf-like barbarians have deceived me.
Good, this is it.
The atmosphere is boiling up!
God blew my heart like a gorilla.
"Oh my God, oh my God!!! He seems to know he's a monster! That horrible cry! And horrible, barbaric behavior! He's a barbarian himself! It's like I know the floor of the Arena is my room!!! That's how you live in a barbaric jungle!! A less evolutionary man! His name is Barbarian Cat!"
No, motherfucker, that's not it.
"Aah! The Kobolts have stopped! Are you scared??!!! I can't believe the monsters are frightened, my God!!! Premiere!!!"
The Kobolts, who were running like that, were gathering less and less trembling.
This is the difference in level. The number of Kobolts I've killed so far will be three. I was here to build a tower with their bones.
I'm a Kobolt slayer, a nightmare. It's not uncommon for the Kobolts to be scared. But savage warriors don't avoid fighting. Even the weakest creatures who float in fear of diarrhea are their opponents.
I immediately orbited and ran out to the Kobolts.
- Q, Cussat!
Cobalt, who felt the vibrations of the earth, lowered his body and inflated his fur.
It was a topsy-turvy skill that made your body look big to protect you from predators. It was as intimidating as carving beets through the body.
It's just silly. Running faster.
- Kyussargyusat!
Collision is close. One, two. 3. Just close the help-
"Kimkatt Dropkey Profit!!!"
- I blew myself into the kick of my own soul. It was the ultimate dropkick available only to true masters who polished Taekwondo to the third level.
- Cuckoo!
"The End!"
Kick breaks Bone Armor and pierces Kobolt's chest.
There was not a single monster I knew that survived this kick. That's the drop kick of death. Cobalt flies with the sound of the ribs shattering.
- Kyussard?
- Kyussard!
Two Kobolts, indignant at the death of their companions, swung their arms.
The broken bones were tied together in a rope in his hand, mounted like cloves. If you get hit by something bare, it'll fucking hurt. I have no armor now. I needed to avoid it.
- Kyussard!
Kobolt's sharp strikes cleaved the void.
He immediately rolled to the side to avoid the attack and flew and twisted Kobolt's wrist. I can never shake my hand with the power of this weak Kobolt. Kobolt's arms are bent in a direction that does not return.
- Cuusaaah!!!
I burst my joints, and a terrible cry burst out. But even if he was Santa's grandfather, the crying child was against the law. Just because I cried a little, I can't help it.
"Essential Royal Copenhagen-!!!"
- Boo-hoo!
I grabbed Kobolt's wrist and swung it like a giant war hammer and threw it on the ground. - Quack! Clear trajectory. A powerful attack that draws the power of your whole body and increases Kobolt's strength.
"Weak! Too weak! I 'm-!!! I want blood!!!"
Immediately, he burst into a furious roar and grabbed Kobolt's dead ankle and turned the Giant Swing.
- Queek!
The last remaining Kobolt jumps over and bounces off the swing.
Licorice in the drugstore, spinning for the barbarian warrior. The only skill a Barbarian can shoot is Hilwind or Giant Swing.
- What a terrible warrior!
He's a barbarian!
- Oh, Barbarian!
The audience was appalled, but the game hasn't even started yet.
The decimal place of the duel was 1: 1.
- Huh-huh!
I let go of the hand that turned the Giant Swing. Kobolt flew like a missile and was thrown against the wall of the Arena. It's no exaggeration to say that you broke your cervical bone after you hit your head.
All that's left now is one that just got hit by a swing and bounced off.
I turn my head. I see a fallen cobalt.
- Quu... Sa 'at...!
As I approached him, I woke up trembling.
As he was, his jealousy seemed to come straight to him. He didn't run away or get scared. It just happened again to fight with a messed up body.
I see.
He was also a warrior.
"Finally the opening of the final chapter! Except for one hell of a demon, the Barbarian Warrior, Cat!!! How long will his brutal attack last?!! One last thing left! Just one! One!!!"
Kill!
- Kill Kobolt!
- Barbarian!
The moderator caught the wind, and the audience, who had just fallen into a state of awe until just now, was completely devastated by Kobolt's death. Nothing eats as well as action. The evidence shows that action films are pouring out year after year.
"Kobolt will be able to defeat the Babarians!!!!"
Even the socialist twisted his neck and squeezed his voice.
Good immersion.
Opening was a success.
I made the audience run like this, so I didn't even know it was going to be a bonus.
"Come on, you weak one."
I said to Kobolt with the utmost respect. This is a fight I win unconditionally. I can show this kind of mercy to Kobolt who's trying to hit the end.
- Cussat!
Kobolt stretches out his arms and flicks the ground.
It was like a ninja. The skull helmet he's wearing is shaking. With the tip of his straight arm, Bonclo was sharply carved out, and the dust filled his steps.
"Come."
- Cuusaaah!!
I got in position.
I'm not the one who lost to Kobolt.
Kobolt was slow and cluttered.
A landmine attack that just left you with an instinct you don't even know the basics of combat.
- Cussat!
A nearby Kobolt swung his arm. He understood what Chloe was doing with her small, uncharted intelligence. That fierceness tried to overwhelm me.
But it is.
"Short."
- Bummer!
I put my fist in Kobolt's abdomen as it was running. - Gyulak! Strong enough to crush the viscera. Kobolt vomits blood. Immediately, the crippled one was lifted over his head like a disgust.
It was all good, but the physical differences between rich and poor can never be overcome. A person with a short interval cannot beat a person with a long interval. Even more so if there is a difference between power and technology.
"Oh, ooh, ooh!!! Battle is over! Battle is over!"
By the time it was the last step, Kobolt twisted his body and legs. But I didn't have the strength.
It's over.
That filthy life. I'll be awesome here.
"Necessary."
I literally threw the cobalt against the ground and took a bend at the same time. The goal was Kobolt's spine. With this kind of attack, your back will literally be folded in half.
- Woodpeck!
"Kill Kobold."
Along with the sound of the spine breaking, the cobalt is stretched.
It was my victory.
"..."
Entertaining silence.
I looked back at the moderator.
"S, victory! Bavarian Victory, Victory!!!! Cruel Strike Finish!!!"
- Waaaaaaaah!!!
- Wow!!!
- Ooooooooo!!!
The cheers burst.
I'm glad you're satisfied.
"Then immediately start turning two! This time, the Barbarians will never fight! Oh, my God! I can't believe it! The existence of hell! The lions of hell! An ominous and terrible transcendental monster-!!!!"
What the fuck.
"Goblin!!!!!!!!!"
The next opponent was also the Goblin Three.
Goblins are stronger than Cobalt. I recovered the knife I had thrown at you. Kobolt may be the target, but Goblins may be injured if they are dealt with without weapons.
- Kevlar, Kevlar.
- Kevlar.
Naturally, Goblins were also armed. It's not much of an armor. I only wore a Skeleton Helmet with a Stone Axe.
I braced my hand with a knife and walked out to the front.
I'll show you swordsmanship this time.