Chapter 63 (1/2)

RAW:

TL: I like YTIF. The story is interesting and the RAW is easy to read. UNLIKE a certain WN with hundred of chapters of WALLS OF WEIRD KANJI s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g WITH MY TRANSLATOR

(I’m looking at you, Tower of Karma)

It was short but in that short moment, the death struggle of the female wolf was etched into everyone’s mind. It was engraved on the heart of all soldiers whether friend or foe. But even her brilliant struggle only lasted for a minute or two.

(Hah… Hah…  I guess this is it… Look at me… I am the-)

She collapsed. The moment she turned her blade to counterattack, her knees gave up. The price for moving so wildly in apnea state has taken it’s toll. Color disappeared from her face, her lung was seeking air, and sounds like asthma can be heard loudly. The extreme condition that destroys her chance of surviving.

(wikipedia: apnea — suspension of breathing. During apnea, there is no movement of the muscles of inhalation, and the volume of the lungs initially remains unchanged)

“Wha?”

Both Gregor and Anzerm was stunned for a moment. They did not expect this kind of development at all.

“*Wheeze*… *Wheeze*… d.a.m.n it… all…”

The end has come.

“I’ll let you… take my head…”

Anzerm understood that this is the end of her struggle. Gregor raised his sword with a serious look. It was not the expression of a man looking down on a woman. It was an expression full of respect for his opponents.

“It was a good fight. You fought well”

Nikka’s face twitched at Gregor’s remark. She did not stop until the very end. Desperately trying to move her body, even when the body screaming for air and refuse her command.

Anzerm, who wasn’t interested in Nikka’s neck, thinks for the next phase of the battle

“Well then, for tommorow…”

He heard something. It sounded like wails of dead people resenting the living.

“GREGO-”

Before Anzerm can warn him, Gregor was blown away along with his greatsword. It was a fast, strong, and heavy blow.

“What the he-”

It was surprising. To be able to give such a destructive blow, who was it?

There’s no way he should be standing here. He lost one arm and shouldn’t command any troops.

“That was a nice fight. Now let me play as well”

“Anatour! Why is he here?!”

He should be resting after White Mask took his arm. But he was there, standing with his spear on his only arm.

“Did he just blow me away? With just 1 arm?”

He certainly doesn’t look good. Anatour’s face was pale white and blood can be seen from his bandages all over his body.

“For now, take care of yourself, wolf”

He can hear Nikka saying something like “i can still fight” in the background. Anatour smiled.

“Hmph, I’ll deal with these weaklings”

The spear cries. Even with only one arm, the spear swung without bounces or slacks. Just looking at it makes you understand the level of his strength.

(s.h.i.+t, did I spread the soldiers too thin?)

Anzerm regret his decision. He should have taken some kind of precaution for this kind of attack. That way, he can kill Nikka perfectly without dealing with intruder. What is done is done.

“Gregor, we’ll fight him together”

“I know”