How a Two-Life Scoundrel Lives - Chapter 62

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【Chapter 62】

Swoooosh!

Grimgand’s black blade slashed across Bjornsen’s chest, which was engulfed in green flames.

Riiip!

Skin and muscle tore apart as thick, black blood flowed down.

‘Ugh!’

Carlisle frowned at the pungent stench assaulting his nose, but didn’t stop swinging Grimgand.

Given the extreme difference in their builds, he knew all too well that if not now, it would be impossible to defeat Bjornsen…

“Valhalla… Valhallaaaaaa!”

Bjornsen’s head roared furiously as he counterattacked the charging Carlisle.

He was a being reborn as a powerful undead dullahan from a mighty Barbarian Warrior.

Even as his body burned and his soul was torn apart by the pain of [Dragon’s Fury], his combat instincts never disappeared.

And Bjornsen’s appearance was truly threatening and looked powerful.

Whoooosh!

Thud, thoom!

Bjornsen, engulfed in green flames and wildly swinging his axe like a madman, looked like a being that had crawled up from hell.

But that was only his outward appearance.

Whiiiiiz!

An arrow shot by Marder pierced through Bjornsen’s right knee joint.

Wobble!

Bjornsen’s body swayed as his balance collapsed.

No matter how undead one might be, if the limb joints are destroyed, the body cannot move.

Even a dullahan was no exception to this rule…

Swoooosh!

Grimgand slashed Bjornsen’s right arm that held the axe.

Thud!

Bjornsen’s right arm fell to the ground.

“Valhalla… Valhallaaaaaa…!!!”

Thud, thoom!

Bjornsen grabbed his hair as a handle and swung his own head like a mace.

A dullahan’s head had durability several times superior to ordinary steel, making it a weapon in itself.

‘I should dodge this much.’

Carlisle easily evaded Bjornsen’s attack.

With his right joint destroyed, Bjornsen’s movements were limping, unnatural, and slow, making it not too difficult to predict his movements.

‘Focus.’

Carlisle watched Bjornsen’s movements intently, waiting for an opportunity.

His opponent was undead.

A being that couldn’t be killed by ordinary methods.

Especially, a dullahan was an undead that wouldn’t die completely unless its head was destroyed.

As such, attacking and destroying the body, particularly the heart, would be nothing but a meaningless action.

‘Now!’

Carlisle’s eyes gleamed fiercely.

Whooom!

Aura flowed into Grimgand.

Swoooosh!

Soul Calming Sword, Genesis.

Grimgand, imbued with the swordsmanship of the nation’s savior hero, slashed the flying head of Bjornsen.

Slice!

Bjornsen’s head split in two and fell to the ground.

Thoom!

The dullahan’s body, with its head destroyed, crumbled like a rotting old tree.

Thus, the rematch between Carlisle and Bjornsen ended in Carlisle’s victory.

Though he had become a dullahan seeking revenge, he ultimately failed to achieve his goal.

Perhaps it was the price for ignoring the saying about not disturbing a sleeping dragon’s whiskers.

Who could have known that by stepping on Carlisle’s chest where a baby dragon was sleeping, he would incur the wrath of a real dragon?

For Bjornsen, his luck was incredibly bad, but being already dead, he couldn’t voice any complaints.

“I wonder if your ancestors will accept someone who failed at revenge?”

Carlisle hurled curses at Bjornsen’s corpse.

* * *

While Carlisle was defeating Bjornsen with the baby dragon’s help, the battle continued, and Bowden Fortress was gradually crumbling.

Craaash!

Crash!

“Valhallaaaaaa!”

Graaaaaaah!”

Not only the castle gates but also the wooden fences serving as castle walls could no longer hold and collapsed, allowing the Butcher Tribe warriors and Dark Mage Crowley’s minions to pour into the fortress.

“Retreat, retreat!”

Finally, Helen could no longer hold out and issued a retreat order.

There wasn’t really anywhere else to retreat to.

Helen’s order meant to flee to a small building inside Bowden Fortress that served as a command post.

With the fortress about to be captured, the plan was to escape into the building and fight to the death from within.

“Re-retreat!”

“Damn it all!”

The soldiers all rushed toward the small building at once.

However, the enemies didn’t just let Dekaron’s army retreat.

“Foolish bastards.”

Crowley gripped his skull-shaped wand and laughed mockingly.

“Do you think you can escape?”

Crack, craaack!

The ground split in various places, and pure white hand bones emerged from within, grabbing the ankles of the retreating Dekaron soldiers.

This was dark magic called [Bone Shackles], which summoned skeletal hands to bind enemies by grabbing their ankles.

“Ugh, urgh!”

“Let go of this!”

The soldiers swung their respective weapons trying to break free from the restraints, but the strength of [Bone Shackles] was harder than ordinary steel.

Literally like having shackles on their ankles, they couldn’t move an inch from their spots.

“Keheheh! You rat bastards!”

“Finally, we can smash you guys!”

The Butcher Tribe’s Barbarian Warriors approached the soldiers bound by [Bone Shackles].

“Th-this fucking…!”

“To die like this… haha, hahaha…”

However, contrary to the soldiers’ expectations, surprisingly, the Butcher Tribe warriors didn’t attack them.

This was due to an order from their chieftain, Zarkan.

“Honorable warriors! We plan to use them as slaves or give them as gifts to the dark mage! So refrain from unnecessary killing! If anyone disobeys this order, I will personally cut off their head! Understood!”

“Yes!”

Zarkan, who had entered Bowden Fortress with Crowley, gave strict orders to his subordinates.

Unlike other barbarians, Zarkan was exceptionally rational, so instead of killing Dekaron’s soldiers, he planned to use them as slaves for mining magic stones.

That was quite a good idea.

In barbarian society, laborers and farmers were the lowest class.

Due to the cultural characteristics of barbarians who only valued warriors as noble, there was a ridiculously insufficient labor force for magic stone mining as well as farming compared to the population.

Meanwhile, the Decaron army, held back by Crowley’s appearance, could no longer retreat and found themselves surrounded by enemies.

Since they couldn’t abandon their allies bound by [Bone Shackles] and retreat, everyone was tied down.

“Ah.”

Helen let out a long sigh.

“Damn it all!”

“I knew a day like this would come eventually, but it was today.”

“Grr!”

The scout members also gritted their teeth in indignation.

They could still fight more.

Even if they were to die, they wanted to die fighting.

However, with their allies bound by the dark mage’s magic and taken hostage, continuing to fight was impossible.

Meanwhile, Carlisle was in a state of considerable shock, momentarily dazed.

“Butler, butler!”

“…”

“Butler, snap out of it! You stupid fool!”

“…”

Carlisle didn’t even flinch despite the baby dragon clawing and even biting him.

“You are…”

Carlisle’s gaze was directed at one corpse soldier.

“Grr, grrr!”

She had a small build and pale skin, and her walking was very unnatural as she limped, perhaps having had ankle problems when alive.

Gwen.

She had become a corpse soldier.

“…”

The sight of Gwen as a corpse soldier came as quite a shock to Carlisle.

It was an emotion anyone would feel.

Losing someone you were close to for the first time was something that could never be taken lightly.

“You said you were going on leave soon.”

A quiet murmur flowed from Carlisle’s lips.

“You said how many days were left. I was going to share with you when I got my reward leave.”

“Grrr…”

“You said you missed your family.”

“Grrrr!”

Gwen, having lost her memories from when she was alive, could only growl instinctively and couldn’t respond to Carlisle’s words.

She was no longer Private Gwen of the 2nd Engineering Squad.

She was just a corpse soldier, no longer an existence that could be called human.

* * *

“B-Bjornsen! My brother!”

Meanwhile, Zarkan discovered Bjornsen’s corpse and was enraged.

“Why are you lying there! Get up quickly! Get up! You need to get revenge to go to Valhalla! You need to restore your honor to have the face to enter the Hall of Warriors and meet our ancestors!”

However, just as Gwen couldn’t respond to Carlisle’s words, it was absurd to expect Bjornsen, whose head was split in two, to react to Zarkan’s words.

“My brother’s honor…!!!”

Enraged Zarkan suddenly turned to look at Carlisle.

“Sigmund… You’ve ultimately defiled my brother’s honor. I don’t care about the others, but I will never forgive you. I’ll strip your hide and…”

“Now, barbarian chieftain. Calm down a bit. Have you forgotten our promise?”

Crowley blocked Zarkan’s path.

“Sigmund is mine. So don’t think about touching him.”

“Didn’t you say before that just taking the corpse would be fine?”

“Of course I did. But there’s no need to kill something that’s alive, is there? From my perspective, fresher materials are better. More fun to play with too. Haaaa…!”

Dirty desire gleamed in Crowley’s eyes.

“I didn’t promise that. So step aside.”

“Hehe.”

Crowley burst into hearty laughter.

“It would be better to back down while I’m being nice. Otherwise, I’ll have no choice but to become uncomfortable with you, won’t I?”

“What?”

Killing intent formed in Zarkan’s eyes.

“Hey, old mage. Are you done talking now?”

“Don’t glare at me like that. I warned you.”

Crowley didn’t bat an eye.

This was probably not only because Crowley was an excellent dark mage, but also because he had four Death Knights accompanying him.

Death Knights were beings who had been knights in life and became undead, with formidable combat power.

“Don’t forget. The reason we could cooperate was because of the continentals, not because we really needed your power.”

“Are you threatening me now?”

“Threatening? That seems like too much of a leap. Let’s just say I’m giving friendly advice.”

“How dare you, old mage…!”

It was the moment Zarkan stepped toward Crowley.

Whoooooosh!

An intense storm of mana burst forth from Carlisle, who had been standing motionless.

“…!”

Crowley and Zarkan instinctively turned to look at Carlisle.

The atmosphere emanating from Carlisle was that ominous.

“Hmm.”

Crowley narrowed his eyes as if realizing something.

“Blood Mark Awakening?”

“What does that mean?”

“How ignorant. How long have you barbarians been in conflict with House Sigmund, yet you don’t know about Blood Mark Awakening?”

“…?”

“The blood flowing through their bodies… The Sigmund bloodline has supernatural divine power passed down from ancient times. The awakening of that power is called Blood Mark Awakening.”

“Nonsense.”

Zarkan dismissed Crowley’s words.

“We Barbar people are the true warriors with warrior bloodlines. I’ve heard that Sigmund is strong, but we Barbar people also received from our ancestral gods…”

“Tsk tsk.”

Crowley clicked his tongue.

“You don’t understand at all. Is it because you’re the chieftain of an upstart tribe without proper roots?”

“What?”

“The Sigmunds are…”

Crowley couldn’t finish his sentence.

Whiiiiiii!

Carlisle’s eyes, now wrapped in black currents, were emitting deep purple flashes.

Blood Mark Awakening.

As Crowley said, he had clearly awakened the supernatural divine power inscribed in the Sigmund bloodline.

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