How a Two-Life Scoundrel Lives - Chapter 117
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【Chapter 117】
“Sigmund?”
Asnathal’s fierce and savage eyes flashed.
“Are you truly saying that you are a Sigmund?”
“That’s right.”
“Hmm.”
Asnathal could not easily trust Carlisle’s words.
And for good reason, as the fact that the Sigmunds were very strong was all too well known among the Barbarians.
Since the conflict between Barbarians and continentals began, the Sigmund family had killed the most of their kinsmen over the past several hundred years.
However, the Sigmund before his eyes was far too weak.
Asnathal thought that if this were a true Sigmund, he should be able to slaughter someone of his caliber in the blink of an eye.
Indeed, wasn’t there a case decades ago where a young Sigmund massacred the warriors of the Predator Tribe, inflicting damage close to complete extinction?
“Don’t lie to me.”
Asnathal said firmly.
“You seem strong for a youngster, but not enough to call yourself a Sigmund. How dare you spout such lies before me.”
“…”
Carlisle found himself at a loss for words at Asnathal’s reaction.
To be denied so easily and firmly…
“But it’s true.”
“Hmm?”
“I really am a Sigmund.”
“What an utterly ridiculous fellow.”
Asnathal let out a snort of derision.
“Did you think impersonating a Sigmund would work?”
“Why won’t you believe me?”
Carlisle said in frustration.
“A true Sigmund is incomparably stronger than the likes of you.”
“There are weak Sigmunds too.”
“Weak Sigmunds?”
“That’s right.”
“Kahahaha!”
Asnathal burst into loud laughter.
Then the warriors of the Predator Tribe also laughed as if they had been waiting for this moment, mocking Carlisle.
“Khathathat!”
“Puhahaha!”
“Where in the world are there weak Sigmunds!”
“No such thing exists in this world! You stupid fool!”
It seemed that in the Barbarians’ way of thinking, there was a widespread perception that Sigmunds were ‘unconditionally strong.’
“Boy. Sigmunds are a clan born unbelievably strong from birth.”
“Is that so…?”
“Thirty years ago. There was an incident where a young Sigmund invaded our tribe.”
Asnathal said, recalling the past.
“By that one Sigmund, our tribe suffered damage close to complete annihilation. Out of three thousand tribe members, fewer than a hundred survived. Because that young Sigmund killed everyone except the young tribe members.”
“Ah…?”
“Do you know who that Sigmund was?”
“Who was it?”
“Your lord.”
“…!”
“Guntram van Sigmund. That was the name of the young Sigmund who inflicted near-annihilation damage on our tribe. I too was at that place then, and was one of the few tribe members who survived because I was young.”
“…That’s incredible.”
Hearing Asnathal’s story, Carlisle once again deeply realized Grand Duke Guntram’s strength.
Guntram van Sigmund.
The head of House Sigmund, lord of Dekaron, and also called the King of the Northern Region.
About thirty years ago, Grand Duke Guntram would have been barely in his late teens, yet he single-handedly massacred a tribe of over three thousand people.
“If you are a direct descendant of House Sigmund, that would mean you’re that demon’s son.”
“Uh, that’s right.”
“But you are ridiculously weak compared to that demon. How can such a pathetic fellow like you claim to be that demon’s son?”
“…”
Carlisle could not refute and could only keep his mouth shut.
Certainly, even with ten mouths, there was nothing to say in this situation.
To claim to be a direct descendant of the Sigmunds, the current Carlisle was indeed far too weak.
The name value of Sigmund was that high, and that strength had been proven countless times over the past several hundred years.
“How dare you impersonate a Sigmund before me, before our Predator Tribe.”
Anger filled Asnathal’s voice as he approached Carlisle.
“You will never die peacefully.”
Asnathal’s terrifying energy burst forth.
* * *
With over a thousand warriors of the Predator Tribe watching, Asnathal charged toward Carlisle.
‘Whoa.’
Carlisle hastily threw his body to dodge the iron club that Asnathal was swinging.
Whooom!
The sound of the iron club cutting through the air was truly terrifying.
If it had even grazed him, his muscles would have been crushed and his bones would have been shattered.
But what was truly frightening was the shockwave that burst forth when Asnathal swung his iron club.
Paaaang!
“…!”
Thud!
Carlisle was sent flying with a shock as if something invisible was shaking his internal organs.
“Kugh!”
Bright red blood burst from Carlisle’s mouth.
“C-Carlisle!”
“Are you alright!”
The Scout Members rushed toward Carlisle, but unfortunately, that was impossible.
“Where do you think you’re going!”
“You lot should just quietly watch that youngster die at the chief’s hands!”
The warriors of the Predator Tribe blocked the Scout Members’ path.
“Butler! Are you okay?!”
The Baby Dragon asked Carlisle, who was wiping the blood flowing from his mouth.
“Don’t make a fuss. I can endure it.”
“After coughing up blood?”
“Go over there for a moment. It’s dangerous.”
Carlisle said that and got up.
‘Is it because he’s 5-star? His strength is tremendous.’
The chief of the Predator Tribe was definitely 5-star.
Just by looking at the shape and number of tattoos carved on his body, one could tell at a glance that he was a 5-star Barbarian [Hero].
In other words, Asnathal was a powerhouse on a completely different level from the barbarians Carlisle had faced so far.
“The crime of impersonating Sigmund will not be taken lightly.”
“I told you I am Sigmund.”
“I’ll have the crows feast on your entrails while you’re still alive.”
Asnathal didn’t even pretend to listen to Carlisle’s words.
Having already defined Carlisle as a Sigmund imposter, he had become someone impossible to reason with.
‘Ha. There’s no getting through to him.’
Carlisle sighed inwardly and drew up his mana.
His opponent wasn’t an ordinary warrior but a hero.
If he fought carelessly, forget buying time – his head would be smashed in the blink of an eye.
‘Can’t be helped.’
Since fighting while buying time was the only option now, Carlisle began earnestly drawing up all the mana he possessed.
Whoooosh!
Blue aura enveloped Grimgand.
“Not bad, but too weak to impersonate Sigmund!”
“…!”
“Valhallaaaaaaaa!――!!”
With an ear-splitting roar, Asnathal’s body grew even larger, reaching a height of 3 meters.
[Gigantification].
A technique used by barbarian heroes of 5-star rank or higher to enlarge their bodies and increase their strength and destructive power.
Boom, boooom!
Clang!
Asnathal swung his iron club wildly at Carlisle.
‘If that hits me, I’m dead too.’
Carlisle desperately dodged the attacks of the gigantified Asnathal, only aiming for openings.
“Sigmund doesn’t act like a cowardly rat like you!”
“Ugh.”
“The power that brutally slaughtered my blood relatives isn’t just this pathetic!”
Asnathal pressed Carlisle as if to kill him.
“Ca, Carlisle!”
“Damn it! At this rate he’ll really die!”
The scout members were going crazy with worry for Carlisle.
However, the human wall created by the Predator Tribe warriors completely blocked them from approaching Carlisle.
“Still, he’s doing quite well.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Begman asked Kudo as if he was talking nonsense.
“Private Carlisle is buying time quite well.”
“Buying time…?”
“That barbarian chief is strong, but not to the extent that Private Carlisle should be pushed back this much. Have you already forgotten? Private Carlisle from back then?”
“Back then… Ah.”
Begman nodded as he recalled Carlisle’s appearance when punishing the evil Dark Mage Crowley.
It was an undeniable fact that Carlisle was weak for a Sigmund.
Just look at Carlisle’s sister Selena – wasn’t she tremendously strong?
But even so, Carlisle’s true potential wasn’t limited to just this much.
“Right now Private Carlisle is planning to buy time until reinforcements arrive.”
“I, I see.”
“If he succeeds, we might all be able to return safely.”
“That’s right. As long as our allies arrive on time.”
Begman nodded.
“When exactly are our allies coming? Ugh!”
Russell, the most battered among the group, showed a desperate expression.
“Shut up, you bastard. This whole mess happened because of you. Why did you have to be so greedy and cause this disaster? Huh?”
“I, I’m sorry.”
The reason Russell hung his head low was because he was the cause of this incident.
Not satisfied with a simple assassination, he had boldly tried to assassinate the chief Asnathal and failed.
“Why did you… Never mind, forget it. Sigh.”
Begman was about to unleash a tirade of scolding on Russell, then sighed deeply as if asking what good it would do.
He knew all too well that regretting it now wouldn’t change anything.
“But they should have arrived by now…”
Begman said while estimating the approximate time.
When they desperately needed allies.
Even though the promised time had long passed, not even a trace of their allies could be seen, which was disappointing and anxiety-inducing.
If only their allies would appear, they could somehow escape this situation…
* * *
Carlisle had successfully bought time for nearly 10 minutes by running around dodging Asnathal.
‘Did some variable occur?’
Begman’s words flashed through Carlisle’s mind.
– Do you think the military operates logically and rationally? War never goes according to plan.
According to the original plan, their allies’ large-scale forces should have launched a surprise attack on the Predator Tribe’s military camp by now.
Nevertheless, seeing that not even a mouse had shown up, let alone their allies, things seemed to have gone seriously wrong.
Moreover, he could no longer buy time.
“The games are over.”
Asnathal growled as if he couldn’t watch any longer, his anger reaching its peak.
“I’ll make sure you can’t run around like a rat anymore.”
“…This is troublesome.”
Just as Carlisle muttered as if troubled.
Hoooooooo!
The sound of a horn echoed from the barbarians’ watchtower in the distance.
“…!”
Asnathal was startled and looked in that direction.
“It’s a surprise attack, a surprise attack!”
“A large enemy force is approaching!”
“Everyone prepare for battle!”
The urgent shouts of Predator Tribe warriors could be heard from afar.
Though a bit late, the Dekaron army’s offensive had clearly begun.
“So this was your plan from the beginning.”
Asnathal turned to look at Carlisle and said.
“You were nothing but bait?”
“Correct.”
Carlisle nodded.
“Kuhuh. Cunning as befits continentals. You always defile sacred combat.”
“Kuk.”
Carlisle snorted with derision.
“Combat is sacred? That’s bullshit. War is nothing but violence – killing enemies by any means necessary and taking what they have. How could such a thing be sacred?”
“Continentals like you will never understand, even if you die and come back to life.”
“I have no intention of understanding.”
Carlisle dismissed Asnathal’s words and readied his stance.
“Bind them! Unfortunately, battle comes first right now…”
Just as Asnathal urgently gave his orders and was about to turn away from Carlisle.
“Hmm?”
Asnathal suddenly stopped in his tracks, startled by the intense presence he felt from behind.
‘Is this really the same guy who’s been running around like a rat until now?’
Asnathal was quite shocked by Carlisle’s changed atmosphere.
“I never said you could leave.”
Carlisle, who had activated [Berserker State] at some point, spoke.
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