Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 258

Chapter. 14. One Empire, Three Legends (15)

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‘Battle is breathing.’

A long time ago, in response to Borca’s earnest request to fight as a human gladiator rather than a beast, one of his fellow gladiators said so.

‘It’s not such a grandiose and sentimental story. It just means it’s something your body does before you even think about it. Just as your body expands your lungs before you can even think about panting and needing air, the sword should already be there before you think about it, before you even think about throwing that sword away and cutting your knee while pretending to aim for the neck. It’s like a werewolf instinctively recognizing the moment an enemy’s head is exposed. Warriors are people who have artificially created the instinct to kill their opponents.’

‘….then. How are those instincts created? ‘Can I just leave it to my body to move?’

He was a very popular friend for a while. A man who was a swordsman instructor for a noble family but received an absurd punishment for injuring a noble during training.

In response to Borka’s question, he grinned with half of his teeth removed.

‘I’m watching. If combat is breathing, it means matching your breathing with your opponent. Your arms are intertwined with the twitch of the arm that raises the blade, and you twist and turn as you make eye contact with eyes that scrutinize your every movement, anticipating the next attack. So some people express battle through dance or conversation. If you really risk your life and share the sword. At least for that moment, you become the person who thinks of the other person the most in the world. Because you will become a person who feels that even the moment when the sweat drops on your forehead and your eyebrows tremble are the most precious thing in the world. Ah, this is a sentimental story. Don’t get hit.’

Kaaaang!

Borka’s fleeting thoughts were broken by the scream of the sword intertwined with the shield. A colleague who wanted to prove that his past self exists within him by teaching him. Daminus Kurtel. Even after his death, he continued to wield the sword for many years, although he did not fully understand its meaning.

Kagak, Chaeng!

At this moment, I could clearly understand what he was saying about battle being conversation.

The cool anticipation of the tip of a sword. This means that Tushan has killed people to the extent that he does not hesitate to kill.

“Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”

The way he stabs in, risking an attack that could result in fatal injuries, shows his determination.

Suddenly!

And, despite holding a shield, the fact that one side’s defense was particularly lacking meant that it had been working with a dependable opponent for a long time to block attacks coming from that side.

He may have been aware of this himself, so he moved around the arena horizontally to fight, but minor details, such as the habit of swinging his arms narrowly, were unavoidable.

“Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.

The blades were chipped, shields were dented, and the victor was decided in a duel where people threw themselves at their opponents using everything they had, including helmets and gaiters.

“Waaaaaaah!!!!”

Spattering blood and a falling gladiator. Crowds cheering amidst flickering lights.

“…Cough! “He is a legendary gladiator… indeed, he is amazing…”

“Whoop, whoop, surrender. Tushan Dalun. “The audience wants you to live.”

In the midst of that heated shout, the one-eyed werewolf with the blade hanging from his neck looked up at the opponent’s face inside the half-broken helmet and opened his mouth.

“The cheers, the anticipation… you know. “The reason my brother and sister have survived until now is because we imitated your story, which we heard through rumors.”

hope. The hope that, like someone beyond those mountains, we can burn down this hellish place and return to the forest.

“So… are you aiming to win? “To get them to cancel their contract and find freedom through threats like me?”

“Heh, hehehe… How great it would have been if that happened. Unfortunately, we weren’t as lucky as you. The contract here is different from that neighborhood. Magic, fraud, and imperial law are intricately intertwined, so if you want to cancel the contract, you have to file a formal complaint under the observation of three high-ranking nobles of the empire… It was an impossible task for us from the beginning.”

Borka knew Tushan was talking to catch his breath, but he couldn’t get him to shut up. The life of that child, who was entangled in his story for so many years, despite being so far away. Their despair as they realize that the hope they gained through it cannot be applied to her two siblings.

Tushan’s face was so good that he was panting and spitting out words, and Borka could not move like a sentenced prisoner.

Fighting. Tuk. Fight!

With the time gained, the werewolf’s body began to gradually swell.

“Unlike me, my younger brother inherited my mother’s blood. I ask you once again, get out of the way, Benard Fang! That child, Marka, who feels the spirit and malice directly, cannot endure here any longer. The child is dying! This is our last chance! Winning a fighting contest and buying freedom with that right! That’s it! I will go up. Even if I give it my all! “I will climb to the highest point and achieve freedom!!”

Wood clatter!

The long claws struck away the blade, and the werewolf, whose size had grown 1.5 times in size, was thrown backwards.

Taboo as a gladiator. A growl escaped Borka’s throat at the sight of Tushan reverting to the form of a werewolf, unable to survive even if he won.

“Do you think it will come true? You really think the manager of that arena is going to let you off the leash because you won! “Why don’t you know that the light shining above is just a mirage?”

“Because I don’t even have time to retract my outstretched hand! “Even if it’s a mirage, I have no choice but to cling to it!”

Woe!

Tushan lowers his posture after saying words that sound like a scream. With all four feet on the ground, a huge blue aura blooms on his back. A groan like a suppressed, crushed cry flowed from Borka’s mouth, whose meaning he could not understand.

Slaves in the arena who are given only enough information to allow them to hope.

Borka knew the moment he became the king of the arena. Slaves are property of the arena, and of course the rights they have acquired can also be wielded by their owners.

It’s a planned result, but Tushan, who can only hear news secretly leaked by the guards in a dark prison and news delivered by a fake gladiator planted by the owner of the arena, has no way of knowing about it. Because I know that the power called spirit energy is the power that burns and emits the powerful vitality that reduced the average lifespan of werewolves, who can live nearly 200 years, to 60 years.

Tang. Tangrang.

The werewolf’s hand, biting its molars as if they were about to be crushed, took off his helmet, threw it away, and raised its claws.

A werewolf with gray fur and radiating gray aura.

A one-eyed werewolf with slightly longer silver-blue fur and radiating blue aura to the point of chilling.

“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrm… We….will return to the forest. In return, no matter what it takes!!!”

Sigh!

The wounded werewolf’s claws flew across the floor.

“….okay. I also. “I will.”

Toward my son, whose face I don’t even recognize. Borka’s claws swung.

Whoa!

The huge Colosseum shook as the two werewolves burned all their remaining lives in a duel.

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“…Kek, kerruk….!”

dump!

The goblin’s hand, which had pierced its throat, dropped the turquoise dagger and let out its last breath.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…

I couldn’t quite remember how many people I killed. Forty-five, forty-six?

Perhaps because of the venom that had splattered on the severed arm, thoughts were flowing freely in my feverish head.

His grown son doesn’t even recognize his face.

A daughter who is at the crossroads of life and death.

The sight of him sacrificing his life to protect his blood relatives even though his parents were not by his side is not a funny situation that makes you feel proud of the blue claws cutting off his arm.

“Kwaaaaak!-Kwaauk!”

“Hey, you crazy beast- Wow!”

Borka, who created a bloody path leading to the top of the arena in place of his son who fainted at his hands, felt that the end was not far away.

As soon as the duel is over, the spectators are driven out and the gladiators gather around him. Borka, who sensed from their murderous eyes how the arena had decided on his treatment, began to relive the legend of the past without hesitation.

After passing through the guards of all races, we finally arrived at the top of the arena. This is where the owner of this slaughterhouse resides.

The one remaining hand of the werewolf with the flame on his back that had already dimmed opened the door containing the wishes of countless slave gladiators, and was faced with dozens of arrows and guards aimed at him.

“At first, I thought it was just an imposter who would add entertainment to the competition. Does it live up to its name? “Bloody Benard Fang.”

A middle-aged nobleman sipping wine from a glass at the end of a long table.

“Keheeheehee. It’s understandable for a dog to bite its owner. Because arena management involves more whipping than meat. But if you see that it bites us, not even its owner, isn’t that just a crazy dog? huh? Benard Fang. So, you came because you had something to receive from Haunuman?”

Cheeeeeek!

Next to him, a skinny goblin is grilling a steak dripping with blood little by little with a soldering iron.

“Bill… derant. And of the open ribs….”

“It must be ‘Marquis’ of Wildeland. “You beast who never learned manners.”

Pow!

“Ugh!

“I feel better now that I have my head down. “Is it bitter when an animal looks down on a person?”

An arrow stuck in Borka’s exhausted thigh, forcing him to his knees. An iron arrow powerful enough to pierce hard muscles and crush the thigh bone. The archer who fired it so hard that the werewolf’s visual acuity could not detect it was not an ordinary mercenary.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to hear the reason. I came because I had something to receive from Haunuman. You are rumored to be a dog that bites its master, and you are always listed as a slave in the education of children of noble families. You openly participated in a fighting contest, claiming that you had something to receive from Haunuman. Did you think that we would not prepare anything? “What kind of confidence did you have to make such a grandiose provocation?”

“Keheehee! They must have seen the power of the small eastern states and the empire equally. Hey wolf. This is Haunuman. A bloody festival in which the orcs, goblins, and humans gathered from the vast plains were squeezed out and only the best among them were gathered! Did you think that my masterpiece would be like a local arena? Yes? It’s not even worth half a penny! Because you have such a stupid head! You cause harm to others and live at a loss every time! “You beast races!”

In front of those who knew in advance that he would come and were waiting, Borka barely raised his upper body and raised his head.

“I came to receive the winner’s rights…. “Of all the things that exist in Haunuman… the right to receive whatever you want…”

The answer I gave out with difficulty, blood gushing from my cut arm and knee. The nobles and goblins, who were momentarily speechless at the content of the answer, could only ridicule the man who had conquered the arena for the second time.

“Kehihihihihi! Hee hee, hee hee! Kehehehe! Ah… no way, I came all the way here, to this point! I never thought I would say that right here! Lord Vildeland, I told you so many times! “These guys aren’t people, they’re just beasts!”

“…It is true that you were born with claws instead of a brain. Were you planning on being such a brat and asking us for something? “That’s all I want to say at the end of this whole incident…”

“Keh, ke hum, hm! Mr. Wildeland. What should I do? “It looks like it will die on its own if I leave it like that. Would you rather get rid of it early, or would you rather watch it die?”

“….no. In that case, we, the nobles of the empire, would have lied to that miserable beast. Tall canoe vittle. As I always say, you lack dignity for your position. Since you are the first goblin to ascend to the imperial nobility, pay attention to dignity. “What reason is there for us to tell lies to tiny creatures that will perish when the wind blows?”

The Marquis, amused by the unexpected answer, looked down at the dying werewolf.

“okay. What do you want? “I don’t know if I’ll be alive until I finish emptying this cup, but I’ll give it a try.”

“Crrr… 15 years ago. There was a large forest far to the east from here. There was a tribe of about 30 werewolves in that forest. Do you know who killed, burned, and kidnapped all the residents there?”

A werewolf uttering each word with difficulty in a voice that seems to tremble as if it were going out. The Marquis had doubts that what he wanted at the end of this slaughter was only past history, but the goblin, who had dealt with slave gladiators of a different race for a long time, immediately knew what the story was about.

“Marquis! This guy looks similar in breed to our arena wolves! Fur, snout, and skeleton! “It’s very similar to those guys!”

“ah. Are you talking about the werewolf siblings on one side? “I believe he debuted in the arena 7 years ago…”

“It took some time to raise because it was a cub! I didn’t want to use it as a pet, so I threw it away, but it’s still working well so far! Kehehehe! “It was actually 15 years ago!”

“15 years ago. “He was a slave of a different race who came from the East 15 years ago…”

The Marquis, who was stroking his chin in response to the goblin’s words, stood up with a soft smile.

“Then you also have quite a connection with me. I’m young too, so it seems like my brain got used to the heat of battle. “I wonder if there will be any survivors left behind.”

Step by step. Step by step. Step by step.

The Marquis approached the wall, dragging his wide clothes across the floor. He lifted the halberd hanging on the wall with one hand and swung it.

“I apologize. “You made him suffer by not being able to kill him properly at that time.”

“Kek. “Do you need to apologize to someone like that, Marquis?”

“Isn’t it an example to kill livestock quickly and painlessly?”

Borka knew that the whole conversation was the answer to his question. A trained physique that is visible at first glance in the wide, soft clothes.

A scene from a nightmare that came to mind from the moment I opened the door and heard the first word from his mouth.

‘There is no need for a grown man! Kill them all and bring only the bastards!’

I couldn’t see the face, but I could barely see the legs in stirrups and the long halberd swinging.

“…It was you.”

In front of the werewolf grinding his teeth, the man’s cold eyes looked down at him.

“Yes. It was me. It would have been better if you had recognized it as soon as you saw it. It’s a shame that I treated you so gently that you couldn’t remember it.”

The Marquis was very happy about this situation where the grudge from the past came back to him.

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fantasy,