How a Two-Life Scoundrel Lives - Chapter 38
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【Chapter 38】
Bjornsen was the chieftain of the [Slaughter Tribe] and would be one of the figures who would persistently torment Decaron in the future.
He would frequently cross the border to plunder villages and commit massacres, making him a prime contributor to raising players’ blood pressure.
That’s why for players playing as Frey van Sigmund, quickly subjugating Bjornsen and the Slaughter Tribe was a key objective in the early stages.
Why?
If left alone, not only would Bjornsen’s individual martial prowess grow, but his tribe’s power would also become increasingly massive, ultimately dragging down the player’s progress.
To think I would encounter such a Bjornsen here in the Blood-Soaked Land…
Of course, this was about 9 years before the game’s starting timeline.
It wasn’t strange for Bjornsen to be here in the Blood-Soaked Land.
“I’ll kill youuuuuu―!!!”
Russell let out a battle cry and charged at Bjornsen.
“A Berserker. A club is the medicine for mad dogs.”
Bjornsen swung his iron mace toward Russell.
Thwack!
“Argh!”
Russell screamed and went flying.
He had taken a direct hit to the chest from the iron mace.
“Grrrgh!”
Russell couldn’t get up easily.
It was fortunate that Russell was a Berserker; any ordinary person would have died instantly without question.
Begman and Wilson fared no better.
Though Begman and Wilson charged simultaneously, Bjornsen leisurely parried their combined attack.
“Is this all you’ve got?”
A sneer spread across Bjornsen’s lips.
“Is using petty tricks all you people can do? Are there no warriors in this place?”
After saying this, Bjornsen wildly swung his iron mace, instead driving back Begman and Wilson.
“Gah!”
Begman took a kick to the chest from Bjornsen and went flying far away.
“Argh!”
Wilson also collapsed after being struck by Bjornsen’s iron mace.
Whoosh, thunk!
Bjornsen even deflected the arrow that Marder hastily shot with the shield on his left hand, then brought his iron mace down toward the fallen Wilson.
“…!”
Just as despair filled Wilson’s face.
Swoosh!
Kudo’s katana traced a silver flash.
“Huh!”
Bjornsen hastily retreated instead of finishing off Wilson.
If he hadn’t, his neck would have been cleanly severed by Kudo’s katana.
“Did you say there are no warriors on the continent?”
“You, who are you?”
Bjornsen seemed to recognize Kudo, as his body trembled upon seeing his face.
“That’s impossible. You’re definitely dead…”
“Shh.”
Kudo raised his index finger in a gesture for silence.
“How about worrying about your own life instead of spouting nonsense?”
“…!”
Kudo charged at Bjornsen.
Clang, clang!
Kudo’s katana and Bjornsen’s iron mace clashed relentlessly, sending up sparks.
The duel seemed evenly matched at first glance, but that lasted only briefly.
“Gah!”
Kudo was pushed back.
“Hmm?”
Bjornsen seemed somewhat puzzled, as if Kudo was weaker than he had expected.
He clearly looked bewildered that he was overwhelming Kudo.
Thwack!
Bjornsen’s headbutt exploded against Kudo’s face.
“Gugh!”
Blood burst from his nose as Kudo’s head snapped back.
Whoosh!
Bjornsen’s iron mace aimed for Kudo’s temple.
Clang!
A sword with missing teeth and covered in rust.
Grimgand blocked Bjornsen’s iron mace that was about to strike Kudo’s temple.
“You look like a girl but have considerable strength.”
Bjornsen seemed quite surprised to see Carlisle block his iron mace.
“Then is your strength because you’re ugly?”
“What, what did you say?”
“Who’s… criticizing… whom… about looks…”
Carlisle said while deflecting Bjornsen’s iron mace.
“Are you saying I’m ugly?”
Bjornsen pointed to himself and asked as if dumbfounded.
“Being a Barbarian, you probably don’t look in mirrors. This is brutal.”
Carlisle waved his hand in front of his face as he spoke.
Actually, Bjornsen wasn’t particularly ugly.
It’s just that his features were typical of a Barbarian Warrior, making him look very fierce and threatening.
“Kahahaha!”
Bjornsen suddenly burst into loud laughter.
“As expected of a continental, you have no eye for beauty. I’m recognized as quite a handsome man in our tribe. Wherever I go, women are desperate to bear my seed, so what nonsense are you spouting?”
“Ah?”
Carlisle made an ‘oops’ expression.
He had forgotten that Barbarians’ standards of beauty were completely different from the continent’s, where the bigger and more fierce-looking someone was, the more they were considered handsome or beautiful.
“As payment for spouting nonsense, I’ll personally pluck out those rotten salmon eyes of yours.”
“What a way with words.”
Carlisle frowned and readied his stance.
‘I could really die if I’m not careful.’
Carlisle was extremely tense.
The current Bjornsen was a 4-star Barbarian Warrior with four tattoos on his body.
When a Barbarian Warrior reached 4-star level, they could turn any ordinary Knight into a corpse in the blink of an eye.
Setting aside Begman and Wilson, even Russell who was a [Berserker] and Kudo who seemed to be a formidable expert were overwhelmed by Bjornsen.
‘It’ll be hard to kill him too.’
Carlisle looked at the tattoo carved in the center of Bjornsen’s chest, near his heart, and bit his lower lip firmly.
That tattoo, called [Primordial Vitality], had the effect of granting Barbarian Warriors mysterious regenerative abilities.
No wonder players called Barbarian Warriors with [Primordial Vitality] tattoos [Zombie Barbarians] and despised them.
‘I absolutely have to aim for the heart or head.’
Carlisle thought this as he gripped Grimgand’s handle tightly.
* * *
Whoosh!
Bjornsen swung his iron mace toward Carlisle.
Clang!
The iron mace and Grimgand clashed.
“Ho.”
Bjornsen showed a surprised expression.
Carlisle didn’t get pushed back at all, not even a little.
Though his handsome face might have frowned slightly, he didn’t retreat even a single step.
This meant that Carlisle’s strength was better than it appeared.
Just from the sensation in his grip holding the iron mace, he could feel Carlisle’s power…
“This isn’t funny at all. To think a guy who looks like a little girl is the strongest warrior here.”
“You keep saying little girl, little girl… I wonder if you’ll still babble like that after getting killed by someone who looks like a little girl.”
Swoosh!
Carlisle swung Grimgand toward Bjornsen.
Soul Severing Sword, World Opening.
The ultimate slash aimed for the area around Bjornsen’s neck.
“Huh!”
Bjornsen hastily retreated.
Drip…
Blood droplets flowed from a red line carved near Bjornsen’s throat.
“Kahahaha!”
Bjornsen touched the area around his neck, looked at the blood on his hand, and let out a chuckle.
The wound quickly healed due to the effect of [Primordial Vitality], but the memory wouldn’t disappear.
“So you’re stronger and sharper than you look? Kahahaha! Good! Very good! I, Bjornsen, son of Draktar, will give it my all!”
The tattoo carved on Bjornsen’s right forearm glowed red.
Thud, thud thud!
Bulge bulge!
His already terrifyingly fierce forearm became even thicker as veins bulged out.
It was a skill called [Monstrous Strength Arms] that temporarily strengthened the arm’s power by more than twice.
“Valhallaaaaa!!!”
Bjornsen roared and began swinging his iron mace indiscriminately.
Clang, clang!
Crash!
Carlisle showed remarkable skill by easily withstanding Bjornsen’s iron mace after he activated [Monstrous Strength Arms] while counterattacking in between.
Rather, the longer the fight went on, the one at a disadvantage was not Carlisle but Bjornsen.
The Grimgand that Carlisle wielded accurately stabbed and slashed at Bjornsen’s neck and heart.
That’s why small wounds were gradually increasing around Bjornsen’s neck and heart area.
But that was the limit.
‘So this is what a weight class difference means.’
Carlisle keenly felt the lack of strength and speed.
Moreover, befitting a 4-star Barbarian Warrior, Bjornsen’s defense was better than expected.
Bjornsen’s tough and hard skin was easily withstanding even the sharp blade of Grimgand.
If their weight classes had been similar, he could have killed Bjornsen in the blink of an eye…
“You have better strength and skills than you look! But you’re weak! You’re not enough to kill me, Bjornsen, son of Draktar!”
Whoosh, whoosh, whooom!
Bjornsen’s iron mace struck like a storm, pressing Carlisle hard.
“Grgh!”
Just as a groan escaped from Carlisle’s lips as he was cornered.
“I’ll kill you… I’ll kill youuuu!”
Russell, who had gotten up and shaken himself off, aimed for Bjornsen’s back.
“Don’t play with the newbie, play with us!”
“You bastard!”
Begman and Wilson also overcame their injuries and attacked Bjornsen.
“Are you really going to piss people off like this?”
Kudo also wiped away the nosebleed flowing down and joined the fight against Bjornsen.
Thus a 5-to-1 formation was created.
But no one, not even Bjornsen, blamed the scout unit or called them cowardly.
Why?
Because this was war.
Wasn’t the essence of war to kill enemies and seize victory by any means necessary, rather than a fight over honor or pride?
‘Now this is manageable.’
Carlisle, who caught his breath thanks to the scout members, gripped Grimgand’s handle tightly.
Honestly speaking, one-on-one had no chance of victory.
But with the scout members… with his comrades, the story was different.
His comrades were making up for his lacking weight class.
Then Carlisle only needed to perform the role of the sharpest sword.
The role of dealing fatal wounds to Bjornsen who possessed [Primordial Vitality].
* * *
The 5-to-1 fight was definitely advantageous for the scout unit.
No, they sufficiently overwhelmed Bjornsen, the 4-star Barbarian Warrior.
“Graaah!”
A scream burst from Bjornsen’s mouth.
“Die, die you bastard!”
Begman’s hand axe slashed at Bjornsen’s vast back.
“Grgh… These gnat-like bastards!!!”
Bjornsen shouted angrily and tried to counterattack, but it wasn’t going well.
“Whoa whoa, you should stay still.”
The katana that Kudo swung slashed Bjornsen’s abdomen.
Splurt!
Blood burst out and intestines spilled.
Of course it would regenerate quickly thanks to [Primordial Vitality], but it wouldn’t be wrong to say he had suffered serious injuries.
“I’ll kill youuuu!”
The great sword that Russell swung cut off Bjornsen’s left arm.
“Graaah!”
Just as Bjornsen writhed in pain.
‘Now!’
Carlisle, who caught the opportunity, thrust Grimgand forward.
Soul Severing Sword, Loyal Heart.
It was the ultimate thrust.
Stab!
Grimgand pierced through Bjornsen’s left chest and came out his back.
In the process, he showed quick thinking by twisting his body to avoid having his heart pierced.
And…
Thoom!
Bjornsen stomped the ground hard with his right foot.
“…!”
Carlisle as well as the scout members instantly lost their balance and whoosh! floated up into the air before thud! crashing into the ground.
Lightning Stomp.
It was a crowd control skill that struck the ground hard with the foot to launch enemies within a radius of several meters into the air.
“Honorable warriors! Retreat, retreat!”
Bjornsen urgently issued a retreat order and then kicked off the ground with all the strength in his legs.
Whooom!
Bjornsen, who had cast [Thunder Leap], began flying over the wooden fence.
However, the scout unit had no intention of letting Bjornsen go peacefully.
“Where do you think you’re going.”
Marder’s eyes gleamed fiercely as he drew his bowstring.
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