Civil Servant in a Romance Fantasy - Chapter 370

370 – Gun’s will – 5

I laughed at the madman’s crazy remarks, but then I straightened my face. The Dorgon raid plan was twisted from the start, and it was a situation where they ended up in a terrible place where they died—but strangely, the feeling of relief was greater than the discomfort.

‘Is this what I wanted too.’

You cannot mess with the affairs of the country by citing personal feelings. I told myself like that, but the truth is, I didn’t want to. I wanted to end this nightmare by myself, alone among the seven of us who couldn’t die. I wanted to kill the remnants of Kagan with my own hands.

The memory of missing Dorgon every time in the past two years, the humiliation of not being able to catch it for three years, and the pain of a war breaking out again came to mind, and he tried to suppress it.

‘Not anymore.’

However, there is no need to suppress it anymore. Due to Dorgon’s strategy, not my stubbornness, the one-on-one composition was achieved. I have no choice but to fight alone.

“As expected.”

Dorgon looked at me like that and nodded his head in satisfaction.

“I thought you would like it too.”

I laughed when I heard that. I don’t know why, but I kept laughing.

And then he quietly opened his mouth.

“No matter what the outcome is, I’d like to celebrate it.”

“Even if you are a loser, you will remain forever in the memory of the victor and in the history of the continent. Isn’t it wonderful?”

Dorgon, who gave an unusual reply this time, got off the horse, so I got off the horse too.

If you fight one-on-one, I’ll kill the opponent’s horse first. If so, shouldn’t the horse be kept alive so that the winner can return? Opinions agreed in a strange place.

“I am Gaar Udesr Dorgon, the owner of the Udesr clan and the Khan of the Gaar Khanate.”

Step by step, Dorgon said with a faint smile.

This is an unexpected introduction. There is no reason or need for such a peaceful introduction between us.

“Karl Krasius of Wiridia, the heir of the Krasius family and Count of the Kfelopen Empire.”

But he got along well with me. I also don’t know why.

“Was it Count? Too low for a warrior to deal with Khan.”

“Khan is only His Majesty the Emperor under the sky. You are just a tribal chief.”

“Kuh, the one who never set foot on a meadow in his life is Khan. It’s interesting.”

Dorgon giggled all the time, and slowly withdrew his laughter. It seemed that he would come running at any moment if he put his sword forward and took a stance.

“Five years will be enough for a bad relationship.”

“Even if you hadn’t run away, it would have ended in two years.”

Soon I and Dorgon kicked off the ground at the same time and moved forward.

– ■■■■■■■■──!!!

As the swords collided, the ground cracked with the sound of something exploding.

From now on, the only sound will be the sound of my or that bastard’s bones bursting.

The original owner of this body learned the swordsmanship of the Krasius family. That’s why, during the process of possessing him, he acquired memories of swordsmanship, and even after possessing, he did not stop training, so even I, the possessor, was able to use Krasius’s swordsmanship.

However, that swordsmanship was inherited from someone else’s memory, not something I built up from scratch. It is not something I learned from the basics by moving my body myself. No matter how much memories and habits remain, there is a limit to bringing them out completely. I got abilities that other possessed people didn’t have, but it was to the point of being unfair why I was losing the abilities I had.

Anyway, the guy who learned the ambiguous half swordsmanship was thrown into a hellish battlefield five years ago, where the survival of the empire was at stake. In order to survive in that hell, I had no choice but to learn the swordsmanship that suits my body as Krasius and Nabal.

‘I don’t know if this can be called swordsmanship.’

After much struggle, the half-fighter learned swordsmanship focused on actual combat, and to be honest, it was a mixture of raw materials. He has long since abandoned his older brother and Tae. He just learned to wield faster than his enemies, stronger than his enemies, and more than his enemies.

He even learned not only swords, but also spears, bows, and daggers, so he was a terrible hybrid. Maybe that’s why, even though he was a swordsman wherever he went, he couldn’t say he had mastered swordsmanship. That’s the last conscience

By the way, oddly enough, I wasn’t the only one with the chowder. The bastard, who survived in the grassland of the jungle, and was like the second in command of the 100,000 nomadic army gathered by Kagan, showed off a hybrid martial art that could not be found at the root.

Of course— that bastard is Dorgon.

‘Damn it.’

Dorgon’s sword pierced his stomach and his body shrank, but he immediately plunged the hilt into his chin. It wasn’t so deeply embedded that action was impossible, but it was so deeply embedded that it took a delay to pull out the sword. It’s impossible to cut in the meantime, but it’s possible to defeat it.

Dorgon, who had been beaten himself in return for hurting me, quickly threw his body back and spat the pooled blood in his mouth.

‘Ha.’

He looks finer than I thought. He couldn’t really force it, but I thought he’d shake off a few corn.

“There’s no such thing as a drug addict.”

“What do you mean?”

I instinctively responded to Dorgon’s words, who spit his blood and laughed. Of course, since he drank a lot of potions as well as strengthening magic and s*xual methods, he admits that he is a drug addict. But I didn’t want to hear that from a drug addict like him.

Dozens and hundreds of matches have already been made against Dorgon. In the process, they stabbed Dorgon in the stomach, dislocated his shoulder, and shattered his knee.

But he moved casually. That bastard couldn’t do that unless he had drunk all sorts of strengthening spells and potions.

‘Anyway, you damn bastard.’

This is why I hate that bastard. Because he is the owner of mixed martial arts without standards, he does not know where or what kind of attack will come from, and since he is the type to take care of his life before pride, he comes with a calm attitude towards doping. It’s not a mirror battle, and it’s not very nice to fight someone with the same characteristics.

Besides, I’ve been hanging out with this kid too often. One of the two clashed from time to time without being able to die, and backed off after grasping the other’s characteristics and tendencies.

The more you do, the less chance you have of winning. He knows me as much as I know him. It was so obvious where the attack would come from and how it would react.

‘A long-term battle is impossible.’

I rolled his head as I forcibly fitted his limp left arm, probably missing a bone. Full doping is not looking back, so it is unreasonable to continue fighting for a long time. If you roll too much, your body may not be able to withstand it, and the reinforcement itself may be released in the first place.

In that situation, the opponent is also a doping drug addict. No matter how good the hand is, and even if you break something, it will stick back, so you can’t finish it in a short fight. I’m sure this is because I’ve heard rave reviews about Tala for not having a freak kid.

‘I’m going crazy.’

I recalled the nightmare of the past as I slashed Dorgon’s sword that attacked again. As the number of encounters with this bastard increased, he vowed to kill him in the next battle. I actually fought with all my might.

Even so, there was no decision with this bastard until the very end. I was afraid that the damn situation might continue this time. We fought as if it were the last battle, but since there was no decision, ‘see you next time.’ Isn’t it too harsh to break up with that?

Dorgon seemed to have had the same thought, but the sword attack became more ferocious. I prepared for the final battle with my nemesis at the place where Abby died, but it is a very serious thing to return to each other intact.

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‘It can’t be helped.’

She was hit by the sword strike she was trying to avoid by leaning back. Her chest was cut and blood gushed out, but the distance between her and Dorgon increased that much.

‘I don’t have to die anyway.’

Let’s be prepared for slander. Give up defense or evasion and unconditionally go on the offensive. Dorgon’s durability is also similar to mine, but the chance to kill him increases even slightly only when he is aggressive.

If he dodges, his stance gets messed up, and if he gets hit, the shock accumulates. Neither way is harm.

—Dogon blocked the sword with his mouth as he thought.

Precisely, it was blocked by biting the blade with its teeth.

“You bastard.”

I couldn’t stand the eccentricity and spit it out.

There are no real offspring.

His back was cut halfway, but the bleeding stopped quickly. It broke Dorgon’s knee, but reattached. His ear was torn off, but it grew quickly. He cut off Dorgon’s mouth, but it healed.

Even though they are constantly giving damage to each other, the fact that they cannot overwhelm each other has not changed. To end this sluggish confrontation, it would be possible to cut off the enemy’s limbs.

‘It’s a problem because I can’t cut it.’

As usual, a warrior who handles mana can harden his body, and in that state, he has all sorts of reinforcements. A moderate attack can damage the skin or muscles, but the entire limb cannot be cut off.

Of course, if you shoot sky slash at a person, it’s hardened and doped, and it pierces everything, but Dorgon isn’t an idiot, he’s just watching while he’s preparing a special move. Of course, in the meantime, I’m going to pounce on you and stab you in the heart. No matter how much you are strengthening, if you openly stab your heart, you will die—

‘…Ah.’

For a moment, Tala’s face passed through her mind.

“Crasius Carl, you and I are on equal footing! Why don’t we finish each other with the strongest blows?”

If you’re worried about the other person interfering, you just have to create an environment where you can’t interfere. It’s a simple and obvious solution, but a way the culprit can’t even imagine.

“Dorgon!”

Dorgon did not answer my cry. As if he would swing his sword one more time when he opened his mouth.

This is a natural reaction. In fact, it was strange that they had been exchanging flame padlips before, it was normal to remain silent against the enemy.

But even Dorgon flinched at the words that followed.

“You and I are on equal footing! Rather than repeat what happened 3 years ago, let’s finish each other with the strongest blows!”

“…What?”

Dorgon knows what Mighty Strike means. Since Kagan’s extinction, the strongest blow in the north has been the only word that has been used to refer to it.

Well, if the technology that cuts the sky and shakes the earth isn’t the strongest, then what can be said to be the strongest?

***

Confused. I can’t understand what he’s saying now.

“If we fight like now, in the end, no one will return without dying. At best, we were prepared to die in front of the dead, but both of them will carry on their lives.”

However, strangely, my heart was burning hotly.

“The strongest.”

I tried to suppress the heat and opened my mouth.

“I don’t think I said that word carelessly.”

If that suggestion is a trick, the battle will end in vain.

But it’s strange. He is obviously doubtful and reluctant in his head. Common sense makes no sense to make such a proposal in a battle where the difference between winning and losing is one second. However, only my heart is crying out to accept it.

“Think of Tala.”

At that, a big smile came out.

Why are there so many crazy bastards in this era?