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The Iron Blood Lord Marcus' hand quickly slid down to his waist.
His black eyes, strangely colored, gleamed evilly behind his single-lens glasses.
I tried to draw my sword, but the black robe on my waist was nowhere to be seen.
“!”
If you think about it, it was natural.
It's stupid to leave a sword expert behind when you capture him, and Marcus may have been crazy, but he wasn't stupid.
“Without kendo!”
Marcus shouted with triumphant expression.
“Ugh!”
I stood up in a hurry and pushed the table hard.
With a thud, the table was pushed, Marcus's sack of Estoc got caught under the table, and Marcus, who was about to get up, leaned back, lost his balance, and stumbled.
"you!"
By the time Marcus finally regained his balance, I was already up, centered, and clenching my fists.
“I’m a warrior even without a sword! Unlike you, a warrior in front of a desk!”
I said something provocative, then crossed the table and punched the guy in the face.
It was a clean slash that had been repeated tens of millions of times.
puck!
The white sleeves drew a picturesque trajectory, a dull sound echoed through the barracks, and Marcus sank to the ground.
The fancy top hat he was wearing rolled across the floor.
“Huh!”
Normally I would have climbed on top of him and punched him in the face, but there was a table between me and him.
Now I was without a sword, and he was armed with what was probably a magic sword, an Estoque, a mechanical arm with magical circuits engraved on it, and a prosthetic eye with various functions such as a four-pointed goggle.
If I didn't finish it quickly, I was sure I would be really screwed and thrown out into the street.
I jumped over the table and raised my legs high.
“I wish I had chosen the second option!”
Saaaaah-.
At the same time, he raised his mana and prepared to start his full-scale martial arts.
It took a lot of strength to control the explosion in the culvert, but after three days of rest, most of it has recovered.
Mana assisted by wrapping the muscle fibers in his body as strong as a steel cable and delicate as a silver necklace.
I tried to kick Marcus in the stomach with my heel.
It was a blow that, if successful, would have been enough to incapacitate the bastard in one strike.
Marcus, who had been lying down looking up at the sky, rolled to the side in a hurry, his artificial eye flashing.
bang!
A shockwave strong enough to shake the barracks pillars occurred, and my heels dug deep into the soil beneath the barracks.
“I think this is the first time I’ve seen a guy push a table, knock someone off balance, and then throw a punch.”
A thick cloud of dust rose inside the barracks, and Marcus stood up, crouching like an animal.
It was a posture that could deliver a powerful stab at any moment.
I answered haughtily, lifting my chin high in an arrogant manner.
“You will see a lot of it in the future.”
The artificial eyes, each with a subtly different color, looked endlessly.
Marcus gritted his teeth, then shook his head slightly.
“No. Today will be the last day.”
What happened next seemed a little slow.
Marcus' hand once again slid down to the scabbard between his plain uniform.
Srrrrung!
The sharp sword was pulled out, and his artificial eye glowed red, while the magical circuits engraved on his sword also glowed red.
Estok, who probably had spells like firmness, sharpness, etc. engraved on him, aimed at me.
I could vaguely see the bastard gaping and saying, 'Die.'
Percussion!
The bastard shot forward in one breath, like the hands of a grandfather clock turning.
"under."
I raised the spirit of the verb in one breath.
The sensation of hard, dark red scales covering my body, the sensation of my pupils turning vertical, and the sensation of horns growing through my scalp were vivid.
The back of his hand beneath the sleeve of his uniform looked like it was wearing a scaled gauntlet, and as Estok flew towards my shoulder, I pushed Marcus straight in the chest with a kick.
At the very end, a look of horror appeared on the bastard's face.
bang!
There was another explosion.
It was such a loud noise that it would have been strange if no one came running, even though it was in the middle of the camp.
“Eww!”
Marcus rolled across the barracks floor.
The bullet struck at a downward angle and did not bounce out of the barracks, but it dug deep into the floor.
I looked down at him and smirked.
“Why? Is it strange?”
* * *
The black eyes of the Iron Blood Lord shook like a sailboat before a storm.
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“I’ve never heard that Valencian was such a strong warrior.”
“The comparison objects you see next to you are probably Lord Tentia and His Majesty the Emperor.”
There was even a hint of laughter in Valencian's yellow eyes.
He said, his red lips playing like a snake.
“When I see you, I think of my sister.”
“Sister?”
“Sereraji’s older sister. She’s basically a genius magician with a deep understanding of nature, and she creates powerful spells, magical tools, and machines, and she’s a coveted person.”
“I don’t think that’s all.”
"that's right."
He admitted it coolly and continued.
“They are great builders, but they are not fighters. A knight is a superior version of a warrior, but there is a gap between a wizard and a warrior. The same goes for you, Marcus.”
The Iron Blood Lord looked up at Hwang Hyung.
Suddenly, a huge shadow covered him in a white suit.
“If you give the weapons you made to your soldiers and dress them in the armor you made, the best army will be born. No, it will be born. But you’re not that strong of a warrior, are you?”
Blood was flowing from Valencian's shoulder, but judging by his natural posture, the bone and tendons seemed to be completely unharmed.
'It didn't feel like stabbing someone's body. It felt like he was wearing armor with magical circuits engraved on his body. Oh. Right. Since you said you did the Yongchan ritual, it must be scales.'
“I’m different. I’ve sparred with the best knights every day, and I’ve consumed every elixir you can think of. Even without a sword, you can’t beat me.”
'It's worth trying to do something about that.'
“If I take you hostage, will I be able to get out of here safely?”
Valencian smiled sadistically and extended his scaly hand.
But the frustration that had briefly crossed Marcus' face had long since subsided.
His nature was closer to Valencianus than to Tentia, and he considered fighting one-on-one with an opponent stronger than himself to be a hardship rather than an honor.
Phage crackle!
A yellow lightning flashed across his left hand, and his flesh-colored shell burned black.
“Yes, I’m sure that could happen.”
The highest-grade magic prosthetic hand is revealed, and Marcus wields it.
Valencian smiled as if he had already won and returned the blow with his scaled fist.
The sum of their accuracy, built up through experience on one side and skill on the other, was enormous, and the fists of the royal family and the great noble met at exactly one point.
Bam!
Phage crackle!
A viciously powerful current coursed between Valencian's scales, but the scoundrel's eyes remained piercing.
Meanwhile, the prosthetic hand's finger joints creaked and screamed, and the sound of gears and chains rattling could be heard.
That was the moment Marcus needed.
“Ha, hahahaha!”
He threw Estok through the barracks ceiling.
Valencian knew it was a signal, and braced himself for the next moment.
Whoosh!
The curtains surrounding the barracks were suddenly lifted, revealing four large mechanical engineers.
Wheezing, sizzling, sizzling.
The gears turned, steam billowed from between the plates, and the chain spun.
Wearing a helmet engraved with vision-enhancing and targeting magic, he looked more like a top-class steel golem than a human.
“Have you been watching from the beginning?”
“Then did you really think I would be alone with a monster like the Archduke?”
Valencian laughed bitterly, and Marcus patted his top hat on the floor and put it back on.
He let his estoque hang to one side and smiled in an incongruous way.
“The Archduke is right. I am neither a warrior nor a knight. Strictly speaking, I am a scholar and an obvious noble.”
The way he shrugged his shoulders while talking about his identity looked so sophisticated.
“But my useless pride was kindled and I tried sword dancing once, and it wasn’t easy.”
Valencian said, holding up his middle finger.
“If I were to attack you with magical engineering, you would feel exactly like I do right now. How dare you.”
“Yes. How dare you.”
Marcus continued.
“A nobleman is not someone who runs around, but someone who finds talented people and gives orders. So I’ll leave this to the experts.”
The real pupils shone more indifferently than the artificial eyes.
“Kill them half and throw them into the capital. No. Maybe they can win and hide somewhere. Hmm. Then there’s nothing we can do. Kill them. And just throw the corpses to the citizens, and they’ll crush them.”
The giant knights looked down on Valencian.
The Grand Duke of Mangnani raised the flames of his tongue and uttered curses that were too blasphemous to even remember.
bang!
At the same time, four mechanical knights rushed forward, kicking the ground.
* * *
'It feels like I'm fighting four Tentia Lords.'
Valencian tried not to let his expression show that he was about to die.
The four knights freely used their swordsmanship and the magic engraved on their armor to drive back Valencianus.
'Gap.'
Valencian stomped the ground and charged towards Marcus, who was standing behind the first knight.
Cheeeeeing!
The second knight turned his waist sharply and swung his sword.
wickedness!
A sharp sword, energized by electricity, passed precariously over his head.
He gathered up the flames of his words and stabbed the first knight in the chest with his sword.
bang!
A fierce flame raged, and the barracks were half ablaze, but the first mechanic only took a single step back.
"ah."
Valencian looked up at the knight with an uncharacteristically resentful look.
A look of disappointment flashed across his handsome face.
As the magic using the sorcery circuit and magic circuit was activated, the wizards took a step back from the battlefield.
Magic was still magic, but the knights' armor had become magical armor.
If Valencian had a sword, he could have focused the flames into a single point and struck them with his sword, but now he was bare-handed.
Cheeeeek!
The first knight swung his sword, emitting steam.
At the same time, the second knight stomped his foot and activated the 'Swamp' spell engraved on his leg armor.
Sloppy!
In an instant, Valencian's feet were tied, and he crossed his hands and swore.
"world!"
The large sword with the current flowing through it fell without mercy.
bang!
Valencian, who had received the greatsword, was buried in the ground up to his knees.
But his arms and eyes did not waver, and instead he tried to counterattack by gathering fire and pushing it through the gaps in the mechanical knight's armor.
Marcus clapped his hands at the sight.
“You look like a refined gentleman, but you fight as boldly as a rough mercenary. Your Highness.”
“One day, you will have your brain sucked out and die!”
“But why are you doing this, Your Highness? I’m starting to wonder. Is it really that hard to give me the right to strike first?”
“… … .”
Valencianus's eyes wavered, and Marcus raised his hand, stopping the mechanical knights for a moment.
“I knew you would understand. You know. This world will collapse if things continue like this. The demonic realms are opening up more and more. You never know when foreign substances and old things will crawl out into the capital.”
The more he spoke, the more heated Marcus' voice became.
“We must come forward and lead these foolish subjects. With advanced technology, excellent knights, and wise magicians. To do that, what does it matter what happens to countries outside the Empire? It’s not like I’m going to fill my own stomach with that money, is it?”
Valencian closed his eyes wearily and shook his head.
“The bereaved families who lost their fathers, husbands, and sons in the war will be able to throw themselves at the old things with complete peace of mind. I understand that they intend to create more eroders.”
“It’s disappointing.”
“You’re right. It’s our job to lead them. So their continued foolishness is an admission of our own shortcomings.”
“!”
Marcus bit his lip for a moment, and Valencian felt the commotion outside the camp.
'It's starting slowly.'
Distant shouts and confusion were his friends.
Marcus tried to turn his head, but Valencian drew his gaze again, lighting up the flames.
“It’s ridiculous to even discuss nobility when talking about illegitimate children.”
Marcus' face was distorted as he was hit by the verbal fire.
“!”
“Let’s go all the way. Of course, to your end.”