The Old Knight of a Frontier District

12

The Baldos ran up to the arena back to the original flat pedestal.

Zaria is in.

He had a rough breath, but after a while he calmed down.

"I knew it."

I said.

When Bardo asked what he knew, the pharmacist Zaria replied:

"Paul-Beau for Gordon.

Scarler for Cars.

And for me, Sauciera.

Isn't each one a good match?

That's right.

It looks too good on you.

Looks like the enemies in this arena are about to become matching enemies here. "

Bardo asked if it was a matching enemy.

"Yes.

The enemies in this arena are not predetermined.

Find out who's coming up here, and you'll have the right enemy.

Still, I don't expect God to pick the other three.

It was also time to go with the great god.

I guess that means we have a very high reputation. "

When I heard what this Zaria had to say, Gordon reacted.

"Come on, it's Zaria.

So, what?

If you were a weaker challenger, not us, would you have a weaker enemy? "

"Right.

I guess so.

I guess that means the more people you have to go through, the more arenas you have to go through. "

"What?

So if the three of us had come, would we have passed the trial and the trial already?

"Ha.

That's what happens. Hey.

But if the three of us had come, we wouldn't have been able to defeat the nasty enemies in that aisle. "

"Oh!

So is that.

I'm still not glad we've gathered the strongest samurai.

Ha, ha, ha. "

Yes, that's why it's still weird, Bardo thought.

Enemies in the arena are enemies that are difficult but can be defeated if they have a strong heart.

He is a respectable and pleasant enemy.

Let's just say it's an exciting battle.

But the enemies in the aisle are not.

He's a nasty, shady enemy.

What does this chigusa mean?

After a long break, Zaria lifted her hips.

I'm not making my own allowance.

The blood has stopped, but the wounds on his face have also remained.

Come to think of it, under the strange power of Zaria, is the Spirit who took it into his body.

Isn't the power of the Spirit limiting too?

Isn't that less power left?

Then we must finally get our minds together from here on out.

13

The color of the next passage was purple, and the enemies that came out were beaked bat-like enemies.

Cars and Yemite showed the good eye and speed of attack to be feared, and they all struck down, but Gordon and Engdall were attacked several times.

Then the two fell and started convulsions.

These two stubborn men.

Poison.

And it is a very powerful poison.

Zaria sifted the power of the Spirit to heal them both.

But it was clear to everyone that Zaria was already badly worn out.

It was Yemite who challenged the next arena.

As Yemite climbed up to the arena, a small woodland of trees appeared on the pedestal, snuggly as a toy.

I can't see the enemy.

If you do your gaze because you have something that moves properly, what can you do?

There is a little beast the size of a palm.

A strange figure is carved into the face resembling a monkey, with a spear on his right hand and a stick on his left.

Speaking of Yemite, who went up to the arena, he still shrunk small.

It's about the size of a palm, but by comparison, it seems a little smaller than the enemy.

Wait, Bardo thought.

Speaking of spears on your right hand, sticks on your left, and literature on your face.

Isn't it Ubanu-Dodo, the god of the woods!

But isn't Ubanu-Dodo a god who looked like a man?

What's wrong with this monkey-like figure?

No.

I'm not a monkey.

It's Jameen!

He is the god of the woods who looked like Jameen.

Until this time Bardo thought that the gods had a human face and figure.

It also conveys many myths as such.

But some myths tell us that the gods look like beasts, or like subhuman beings.

Some legends don't fit unless you were looking like a subhuman.

What the hell is this all about?

Bardo recalled what he had heard from the chief Popolbarpopo on the Dragon Man's Island.

Do you know that?

The human word is not the original human word.

It was created by the first humans.

The first humans studied the language of the different races of the land, and they followed the hypothesis that it was one word in the past.

And then we pulled common elements out of the words of different races, and we made new words, so that humans could talk about them.

Calling by name, is called by word.

The name of the gods we call is also the Word itself.

If it had originally belonged to the Original People, would the gods have also belonged to the Original People?

And when man took his word for me, he also took the gods for me.

Isn't that right?

So when it comes to being relative to [people from the beginning], won't the gods regain their original appearance?

Bardo thought of that.

Yemith shot an arrow into the enemy's chest.

Though it pierced the enemy's chest, it hasn't inflicted any pain at all.

The enemy has moved roughly and quickly, attacking with spears and sticks.

Neither does Yemite, who opposes him, lose in haste.

Send in all attacks.

But the enemy has too much trouble, and Yemite has no gap to follow.

Eventually, Yemite hid himself in the woods.

The god of the woods searches here and there for Yemite.

When you can't find it, whether you're looking for it or not, and your enemies are trapped.

Yemith jumped out of the bushes behind God in the woods.

A bow is placed in his hand, and an arrow is already attached.

Yemith used the branch of the tree to leap, and pressed an arrow directly behind the neck of the god of the forest, and let it go.

The arrow protruded through the throat of the Forest God.

The bell rang three times, announcing the victory of Yemith.

The next passage was peachy.

The enemies who came out were enemies who swim twistedly through the air, both fishy and serpent-like.

This is a troubled enemy, whether cut with a sword or hit with a battlehammer, then it slips through.

The crusty, sharp teeth of the enemy cut this flesh.

Besides, they pass through the armor and pour meat on it.

Cars and Yemite are not harmed, but Gordon and Bardo, and Zaria, were sorely hurt.

It is the hardness of Engdall's epidermis that has become the deciding factor.

Nor could the skins like Engdahl's armor be easily cut off by that flying fish.

And the moment when he was gripping, the attack passed.

So the others turned away, and Engdall became a decoy.

Cars truncated the flying fish caught in Engdall.

If you know what I mean, it was nothing. It was an enemy.

But the damage is serious until we know it.

Bardo stopped, but Zaria used healing moves on Bardo and Gordon.

Zaria stopped standing after that.

Bardo said to rest for a while, but Zaria said she should hurry ahead and didn't give in.

In the end, Engdall broke through Zaria.

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The next person to go up to the arena is Engdall.

As Engdall climbed the steps, the light began, a roar sounded, and the enemy appeared.

He is a God with a magnificent physique.

He has a huge song knife on his right hand and a thick round shield on his left.

Both hands are terribly long.

Its face and the writing engraved on its naked body are precisely gelcasts.

But his feet are made of rocks, and from his body is spills of rustle and sand.

It is Ketcha-ri, God of the earth.

Ketcha-li also looks like Gerkast, not like a person.

After all, did the gods originally belong to [people from the beginning], Bardo thought?

No.

No, no.

It is not.

Even if the word was given later, there must have been an event in which a mortal descended into the land and met the gods.

That's when the call would have come into being.

Of course, God, who had spoken from the beginning to the people from the beginning, would have been included in the words.

He may have changed his gods so that man is a god from the sky.

Are not these two kinds of gods sent down?

No.

Seriously.

Maybe three kinds.

The third God is the God that man brought from the original world.

There must have been some such gods.

That's right.

There are three kinds of gods in this world.

In that case, what about Ketcha-Li, God of the earth?

Is it a human god?

Is it the god of Gerkast?

The answer came right away.

For man it is the God of man, and for Gerkast it is the God of Gerkast.

I was wondering if that would be all right.

Engdall set up an inverse, single-edged sword known as the "Quitan".

The god of the earth protruded the shield of his left hand.

If Engdall attacks, the god of the earth will take it with a round shield and slash it with a song knife on his right hand.

Engdall's strength is its large body, even as a gelcast.

The strong outer skin starts with a few blades and so on.

Another slaughter carried out from a giant weight would even cleave the warcraft of the river bear.

But in this case, it's not on its own.

Anyway, the Great Earth God is even bigger than Engdall.

And from what I've seen, he's got a rough, sturdy figure comparable to a youthful gelcast, no more.

How will Engdall fight this difficult opponent?

Engdall ignored the shield being protruded.

The god leaned over to Engdall and struck Engdall in the chest with a round shield.

Engdall only stood still after shaking his body slightly.

At that time the right hand of the god of the earth was swinging quickly.

It is a slash from the diagonal top.

And as defended in Qitan, Engdall cannot wave his weapon with a round shield poked by the god of the earth in his way.

It seemed to me that Engdall cleverly turned his shoulder, bypassing the round shield and wearing a crooked knife in Quitan.

There was a slight surprise in the face of the god of the earth.

And I laughed.

Suddenly the Great Earth God's onslaught began.

With a shield on his left hand, he attacked Engdahl with a songknife endlessly.

From the top, from the bottom, from the side, it is a variable and spontaneous attack.

Surprisingly Engdall let this all go down.

with his shield cleverly.

Bardo caught an eye on this offense.

What a good idea.

And body softness.

The seemingly boneless Engdall was the owner of a tremendously ingenious technology.

Brilliant manipulation of the giant, boneless Qutan, distracting, beginning, and accepting the attack of the Great Earth God.

The breathless attack continues.

Engdall has not turned to attack, but has withdrawn to defense with Qitan.

The attacking god of the earth has been more numbing to the offense that goes on too long.

And the god of the earth drew his sword greatly, and tried to strike a special blow on Engdall.

That's when Engdall went on offense for the first time.

Until then, he attached his left hand to the Qitan, which he had manipulated with one of his right hands, and struck abruptly upon the gods of the earth.

The god of the earth set up a round shield on Engdall's offensive line while launching an attack with his right hand.

The devastating blow of the Great Earth God captured Engdall's left shoulder.

Engdall's double-handed slaughter was stopped by a round shield.

It was regarded as, but Quitan cut a round shield to capture the face of the god of the earth.

Qutan stopped by entering from the left cheek of the god of the earth and cleaving about two-thirds of his face.

The blow of the god of the earth stopped half-cutting Engdall's left shoulder.

With Quitan eating into his face, the gods laughed.

And fell and vanished.

The bell rang three times, announcing Engdall's victory.

Blood is gushing out of Engdall's left shoulder.

Almost half of it has been slashed off and remains sloppy and droopy.

Zaria rushed over and made allowance.

The blood stopped, but the wound did not heal completely.

In the middle of the treatment Zaria went to great lengths to lose her mind.

We waited until Zaria regained consciousness and proceeded to the next passage.

The next passage was glowing brown.

Nothing came up here.

He was attacked the moment he walked into the next arena room, wondering.

Besides, the next enemy was a terrible and troublesome opponent.

Enemy like a feathered mochad, flying around high, scattering poison powder.

Everyone immediately took refuge in the passage, and the enemy flying in the sky was shot down all by Yemite with arrows.

But because of that, Yemite inhaled the poison powder badly.

Zaria's treatment cost Yemite his life, but Zaria fell by herself.

One line took a second meal in front of the sixth arena and nursed Zaria.

Even so, in addition to the herbs and water I noticed, I'm just going to rest and see how it goes.

While resting his body, Bardo thought.

Legend of the founding of Parzam, for example.

The Founding King said he followed monkeys, snakes and lizards to take God's test and set up the foundations of the country with the weapons he earned as his reward.

Or the legend of the creation of the Temple of Mercano.

The saint said he stepped through the labyrinth with bears and leopards as friends and healed people with the medication obtained, which made him under the Temple of Mercano.

Haven't the heroes challenged and stepped through this labyrinth in their old days, using the Subhumans as friends?

I mean, isn't this labyrinth the legacy of King Jean?

Eventually Zaria woke up.

Bardo headed to the arena.

It is finally Bardo's turn.

I don't know what kind of enemies will come out.

But Bardo wasn't worried big.

The enemies in the arena are the enemies that match this one.

Never a good opponent to be caught off guard, but enemies don't show up that you can't fathom at all.

Bardo is an old, decaying knight, so he couldn't have come up with a mundane opponent.

So I can try it a lot easier.

And Bardo put his foot on the first step of the step.

The roar rang and flashed, and Baldo's enemies appeared in the arena.

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When he saw his opponent, Bardo thought that he would stop going up to the arena and have someone take his place.

So many opponents.

Magnificent physique.

Silver armor engraved with the seal of the earth.

Large, heavy straight sword.

The battle shoes on the right are black and the battle shoes on the left are white.

A shield engraved with a sun seal.

It spans the black Hummer.

God of War Mada-Veli.

He is also the Great God who stands at the apex of another Martial God.

Bardo is also the bigger one, but this god of war is even bigger once or twice.

Besides, the martial arts follow from its quiet appearance.

This is more than Bardo has ever experienced either.

He's a different opponent than any samurai I've ever met.

No, this is not good, Bardo snapped.

I don't care what you think, they're strange.

I'm not matching this one.

Wouldn't this be like a battle?

And then there are horses over there, and this one is none.

What an imbalance.

How unfair.

"That's my uncle."

Rarely did Cars open his mouth, he wore words that made him weak.

At this time Bardo recalled the wording that was at the entrance of the Cave of Trials.

If all of them leave their enemies, they will be rewarded with great rewards.

If all of them depart from the enemy, then there is, and if all of them depart, then there is not.

In other words, all who set foot in this cave are given their own enemies.

Everyone has to win in each of those fights, which would mean.

Baldo can't back down.

And you can't lose.

If Bardo loses, everyone's efforts so far will be wasted.

Getting ready, Bardo went up to the arena.

I looked back and thought a lot.

No Gordon, no Cars, no Engdall, no Yemite.

He looks really happy.

He looks like he's having fun.

Well, even though my misfortune is so comforting.

At that time, I thought.

Speaking of which, this battle is what I wanted.

I want you all to come here, I want you all to come.

What shall I do without fighting the toughest battle?

And I turned to the Martial God and thought.

What an overflowing martial art.

Think about it, the luck of being able to fight so many enemies is not something that few knights get.

He's a worthy opponent who risked all of my life to try and shatter.

What am I worried about?

What the hell are you in a hurry for?

I'm in a hurry because I think I have something to do, taking down this enemy and moving on to the next.

The truth is, you don't get what you get because you've moved on, and you don't know that.

Are you worried that you may not be able to fulfill your purpose?

It's stupid.

If you're going to fall here, that's it.

Good fight and die proudly.

Isn't that what I seek at last?

Keep your chest up, Bardo Lowen!

And open your eyes, and look at the enemy in front of you.

Oh, well.

Now I get it.

Why did everyone look so happy?

That's what happened to everyone.

I went up to each arena and rejoiced to meet my favorite enemy.

We fought a great battle.

I boiled my life and sifted my moves with all my spirits.

I'm not happy because I won.

I am glad to be allowed to rise to that wonderful battlefield.

That is why I am blessed with the supreme enemy.

If you can't live, you can die.

But at that last moment, I will unleash the best moves of my life.

Release a blow with everything you've ever met, learned, and everything.

For that moment, I lived to this day.

Bardo took a decisive step.