How a Two-Life Scoundrel Lives - Chapter 118
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【Chapter 118】
Berserker State.
The power carved into the bloodline of Sigmund.
That power passed down from ancient times was the driving force that allowed Sigmund to be called a supernatural force.
And the momentum of Carlisle with that Berserker State activated was completely different from what he had shown so far.
The killing intent that stung the skin, and the intense energy bursting forth were not from the Carlisle who had only been dodging Asnathal’s attacks until now.
“This aura is… you… were you really a Sigmund…?”
Asnathal spoke while recalling old nightmares.
The young Grand Duke Guntram who had single-handedly annihilated the Predator tribe in the past.
Though not quite the same as him, the terrifying killing intent and atmosphere he felt back then were exactly alike.
“I told you. I am indeed a Sigmund.”
“But to be called a Sigmund…”
“If all Sigmunds were that strong, you bastards would have been wiped out long ago. Don’t you think?”
“That, that’s…”
“There are insignificant Sigmunds like me too. And there are those who die to insignificant Sigmunds.”
“A half-baked Sigmund dares to say he can kill me? Now?”
“Sorry, but half-baked is enough for someone like you.”
Carlisle sneered.
In reality, no matter how much of a 5-star Barbarian warrior he was, Asnathal couldn’t be called an incredibly strong opponent.
For all he knew, Frey would turn someone like Asnathal into a corpse within a minute.
‘Even if I can’t kill him, I should be able to tie him down. I’ll have to grit my teeth and fight.’
With that thought, Carlisle gripped Grimgand and approached Asnathal.
“A half-baked bastard like you was really that devil’s son…”
Asnathal seemed unable to believe that Carlisle was Grand Duke Guntram’s son.
“I wonder how a half-baked bastard like you came from him. Was the mother’s bloodline not good enough…?”
“If you spout such nonsense in front of the Grand Duke, you won’t even leave a corpse behind.”
Carlisle’s words were true.
Grand Duke Guntram had kept only his wife Adelia in his heart and embrace throughout his entire life.
As one of the heads of the 13 families supporting the United Kingdom and a great noble, he had every right to take as many wives as he wanted.
However, Grand Duke Guntram never allowed any other woman by his side, not only while Adelia was alive, but even after she left this world.
Anyone who mentioned Adelia’s bloodline to such a Grand Duke Guntram would surely not survive.
Even the Crown Prince might not be an exception.
“Killing that devil’s son is also important, but unfortunately, now doesn’t seem to be the time. What are you doing! Subdue that bastard!”
“Yes! Chief!”
Asnathal made the wise decision to retreat even with the prey called Sigmund right before his eyes.
If he got tied up by Carlisle now, he wouldn’t be able to command the tribe, and then he wouldn’t be able to properly respond to the large-scale attack from Decaron’s army.
As a leader of a tribe, he made a judgment befitting that role.
However, Carlisle had not the slightest intention of letting Asnathal go peacefully.
Swoooooosh–!
Black blades surged up and sealed off the area around Carlisle and Asnathal.
The power of Grasim of the Underworld King.
He deployed [Blade Hell] to block the warriors’ approach.
“I told you. You’re not going anywhere.”
“You bastard…!”
“You’ll just watch your tribesmen die without being able to do anything. And eventually, you’ll die too.”
“What?”
“I’ll make it happen.”
At the same time, Carlisle closed the distance with Asnathal.
Unlike his previous appearance of focusing only on defense, he was now actively engaging in battle with Asnathal.
* * *
Contrary to everyone’s expectations, it wasn’t Decaron’s army that attacked the Predator tribe’s military camp.
They were Schwern’s army, namely the army of the Loren Family.
They were forces dispatched to the Blood-Soaked Land of Kuberin under the Royal Family’s orders.
“Kill them all!”
“Crush those bastards!”
Nearly a thousand soldiers of the Loren Family’s army pounded the Predator tribe’s military camp.
And the commander leading such Schwern forces was none other than Alicia, the second daughter of the Loren Family.
The day before.
She had received a message note from Carlisle.
The content was simple.
He would help her gain an advantage in the succession competition of the Loren Family from now on, so please help attack the Predator tribe’s military camp.
‘A good-for-nothing dares to say he’ll help whom?’
Alicia was dumbfounded.
However, since Carlisle’s remarks during the last Victory Day ceremony were meaningful in many ways, she decided to help him once, thinking of it as being deceived.
Anyway, since she was in a disadvantageous position in the succession structure, she was in a mood to grasp at straws.
“When exactly is Decaron’s army supposed to come?”
She looked around, but there was no sign of the promised Decaron army.
‘Don’t tell me that smooth-faced bastard deceived me?’
Alicia thought that perhaps Carlisle had trapped her.
Otherwise, where was Decaron’s army?
‘If that’s the case, I deserve to die. If I’m foolish enough to be deceived by House Sigmund’s good-for-nothing, what’s the point of living? Maybe this is also Elder Brother’s scheme to kill me.’
It was when a self-deprecating smile appeared on Alicia’s lips.
“This is a report that just came in. It’s confirmed that Decaron’s army is currently in battle.”
“In battle? What do you mean?”
“The timing seems unfortunate. They apparently encountered enemy forces that were launching a large-scale offensive at just the right moment.”
“Ah, so that’s what it was?”
Alicia inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.
She wasn’t deceived, so that was fine.
Sometimes situations don’t go well, after all.
“What should we do?”
“What do you mean what should we do. Tell them to continue attacking.”
“But then our army’s casualties will…”
“They’re fighting well.”
Alicia pointed to the front where battle was raging.
“Do you think their combat power is normal?”
“Pardon…?”
“That’s a military camp where as many as 1,500 Barbarians are stationed. Isn’t it basic tactics that you need at least 5,000 men to attack such a place?”
Alicia’s point was correct.
The need for at least three times the troops to conduct a siege was basic among basics in Strategy and Tactics.
Yet the Loren Family’s army, with only about a thousand men, was fighting quite well.
Even considering that the place where the Predator tribe was stationed was tactically disadvantageous terrain, it was a phenomenon that didn’t make sense by common standards.
“The enemies are on the verge of dehydration. They’re all suffering from high fever and stomach pain.”
“Is, is that so?”
“Yes.”
Alicia nodded.
“They can only exert about a third of their usual combat strength. That’s why we can fight so well even with these few troops.”
“Th-that’s truly amazing!”
The aide was impressed, thinking that the Predator Tribe’s suffering from high fever and abdominal pain was Alicia’s doing.
“It wasn’t me.”
Alicia shook her head.
“Pardon?”
“This is that bastard’s handiwork.”
“By bastard, you mean…”
“Carlisle van Sigmund. This is the work of that bastard from House Sigmund.”
“Wh-what…?”
“I have no reason to explain in detail to someone like you, so don’t ask presumptuous questions and just do your job.”
“S-sorry!”
“There will be no retreat. Keep fighting until the Decaron army arrives. Understood?”
“Yes!”
Following Alicia’s orders, the Loren Family army continued attacking the Predator Tribe’s military camp despite being outnumbered.
This was possible because the Butcher Tribe warriors had significantly reduced combat effectiveness due to high fever, abdominal pain, and dehydration from dysentery.
* * *
The duel between Carlisle and Asnathal was truly evenly matched.
It was so close that it looked like a taut string that would snap if someone just touched it.
Clang, clang!
Grimgand and Asnathal’s iron club continuously collided, sending up sparks.
Boom!
Moreover, each time their weapons clashed, powerful shockwaves burst forth and swept the surroundings.
The power that Carlisle with Berserker State activated and Asnathal, a 5-star barbarian warrior, could unleash was just that formidable.
‘Tough bastard.’
Carlisle inwardly clicked his tongue at Asnathal’s resilience.
Asnathal’s physical durability was truly beyond imagination.
Despite being cut multiple times by Grimgand’s sharp blade, Asnathal hadn’t sustained even a single fatal wound.
Moreover, unlike typical barbarian warriors, he was skilled at defense, easily deflecting or blocking Carlisle’s attacks.
Asnathal’s decades of battlefield experience was impossible for Carlisle, still just a greenhorn, to easily overcome.
‘This isn’t easy. One mistake and I’ll either lose him or die myself.’
Carlisle had to admit that Asnathal was stronger than him.
Why?
Because the current Asnathal was distracted by other concerns.
“Argh!”
“St-stop them!”
“Valhallaaaaa!”
The Predator Tribe’s defensive line was collapsing.
This was thanks to their chieftain Asnathal being locked in combat with Carlisle, and most of the centurions who should have been commanding the warriors having been assassinated.
With key commanders dead and the command structure collapsed, the entire tribe had become a disorganized rabble.
Asnathal knew this all too well, so his heart was urgent, and rather than trying to defeat Carlisle, he was attempting to somehow shake him off and escape.
And that was his fatal mistake.
While Asnathal was held up by Carlisle, the defensive line collapsed and enemies were pouring into the military camp.
If Asnathal had tattooed [Thunder Leap], he could have shaken off Carlisle, but unfortunately he was a barbarian warrior who hadn’t mastered that technique.
[Thunder Leap] and [Gigantification] were mutually incompatible, making it nearly impossible to tattoo both techniques simultaneously.
Only ‘very strong’ barbarian warriors of at least 7-star level could tattoo both techniques at the same time.
“Kill them all!”
“Don’t leave a single one alive!”
Soldiers wearing Loren Family military uniforms rampaged through the Predator Tribe’s military camp.
That wasn’t all.
“Rescue our allies first!”
“Our allies are the priority!”
With the Decaron army finally joining the battle, the tide of war had completely turned.
“S-Sir Helen!”
Begman urgently shouted upon seeing Helen and the 3rd Company soldiers running toward them.
With this, Helen had kept her promise.
Though she hadn’t arrived on time due to fighting other tribes, she had come late, so she hadn’t broken her promise to definitely come rescue them.
“I told you. You would only watch your subordinates die. And that’s exactly what happened.”
“Grrr… grrrrrr…!!!”
Asnathal trembled with rage he couldn’t contain.
Crack, crunch!
He clenched his teeth so hard that they all shattered and broke, blood streaming down from the corners of his mouth.
“You bastard… I will never… never forgive you… neverrrrrrrr!!!”
A scream-like roar burst from Asnathal’s mouth.
The sense of loss, rage, and guilt of a chieftain who had lost his entire tribe overnight while being held up by Carlisle was beyond imagination.
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