How a Black-Haired Barbarian Survived the Labyrinth in Another World-Chapter 80: The Final Battle

Rainy open space.

Dark elf, Quelin Kalheid frowned.

It was frustrating. No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't think of anything specific about that clown's name.

But I knew one thing.

He was a bad guy.

Quelin drew his rapier.

"Kaal, hand Kundal over here. I'll let you have one arm."

"Damn it."

"Fine. Leave Kundal there. I'll spare you."

"No."

"What do you want?"

"Your necks."

Jeong Yu-shin took out a magic scroll from his bosom.

The assassins immediately placed their fingers on the triggers of their crossbows.

The dark elf shouted.

"Kaal, what are you doing?! Stop fooling around and either get out or surrender!"

"Fireball!!!"

Jung Yu-shin shouted as he tore the scroll.

In an instant, all eyes in the empty space were focused on Jung Yu-shin’s scroll.

‘I’m getting this.’

The scroll magic was completely different from the magic Jung Yu-shin shouted.

[Light]

A tremendous light burst out and filled the empty space.

The assassins who were hit directly by the light tightly shut their eyes.

“Kuaaak!!! It’s light magic!”

“Shoot! Shoot!!”

Thump!! Thump!! Thump!!

The bolts fired by the assassins flew at once.

Jung Yu-shin hid behind Kundal.

Pubububuk!!!

“Keuuuk!!!”

Five or six bolts pierced Kundal’s body.

Jung Yu-shin escaped from behind Kundal and ran toward the assassins.

The assassins who were momentarily blinded were confused.

‘Okay.’

He ran towards the assassins, holding the arming sword in one hand.

One of the assassins threw his crossbow on the ground, drew his sword, and swung it wildly.

Jung Yu-shin went behind him and whispered in his ear.

“What are you doing?”

“Huh-huh!!!”

The man screamed.

Phew.

The arming sword pierced the man’s back and protruded out of his chest.

“Bam!!!”

The man’s dying words.

He was already dead since his heart had been pierced. He quickly moved to find the next one.

The one who shouted while swinging his mace.

Jung Yu-shin ran and swung his sword. From top to bottom.

Phew-ha-ah-ah!!!

The severed hand fell to the ground. Blood spurted out from the cross-section of the arm.

“Kkaaa-ah!!!”

The assassin screamed, clutching his severed arm.

Tsk tsk!!!

Jung Yu-shin swung his sword horizontally and cut off the assassin's neck.

The sword light shone and the assassin's heads flew into the sky.

Boom!

The sound of the crossbow string.

Jung Yu-shin reacted immediately.

Taaaaang!!!

He swung his arming sword and struck the bolt.

The number of those who could see was increasing.

Jung Yu-shin moved faster.

He aimed for the vital points as much as possible.

“Kuaaaaak!!!”

“Keuheuk!!!”

Even as the assassins screamed, the dark elf stood quietly with his eyes closed and his rapier raised.

Regardless, Jung Yu-shin circled the dark elf and slaughtered the remaining ones.

“Kuaaaaak!!!”

“Keuheuk!!!”

“Sal, save me!!!”

Jung Yu-shin swung his sword as he ran through ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ the assassins. Screams and begs filled the empty space.

He cut off their wrists and stabbed their hearts.

He cut open their stomachs, tore out their intestines, and stuck his sword under their chins to rip out their brains.

Jung Yu-shin was a heartless butcher, and the blind assassins were squealing pigs.

He killed each and every one of them with care.

Tsk tsk!!!

Jung Yu-shin’s sword flashed as it cut through the wind.

Thud.

The assassin’s body, decapitated, fell to the ground.

This was the last assassin.

The head that had been blown away rolled and landed at the dark elf’s feet.

“...”

The dark elf didn’t move.

Jung Yu-shin swung his Arming Sword and brushed away the blood stuck to his sword.

Thud.

The red blood mixed with the rainwater on the ground.

Jung Yu-shin slung his Arming Sword over his shoulder and circled around the dark elf. He wasn’t trying to take advantage of an opening. He walked slowly, as if he was taking a leisurely stroll.

He looked around, enjoying the smell of blood and grass in the summer rain.

Jung Yu-shin stopped walking and looked at the carriage.

There were three carriages in total, and the middle carriage was the largest.

Jung Yu-shin approached the largest carriage. There was a huge lock on the carriage door.

Knock.

Jung Yu-shin knocked on the carriage door. He heard someone swallowing inside.

‘There you are.’

Jung Yu-shin turned around and looked at the dark elf.

“Enough with your meditation, Blackie.”

The dark elf opened his eyes at Jung Yu-shin's words.

"Kundal...is dead."

Jung Yu-shin turned his head to look at Kundal at Dark Elf's words.

Kundal, who had been hit by six or seven bolts, fell to the ground and did not move an inch.

Jung Yu-shin opened his mouth.

"Quelin Kalheid, you killed him."

"Did you know my name?"

"It's a name that will soon be forgotten."

Jung Yu-shin lowered the arming sword on his shoulder and took a lower stance.

One of the stances he learned while getting hit by Ashur in the swordsmanship association. It was also called Alber in the original world, but it was still good.

The essence of the stance is to confuse or distract the opponent.

In short, it was a stance to engage in psychological warfare against the opponent.

It also has its drawbacks. If someone is good at psychological warfare, their head will be smashed or blown away.

But what does it matter?

As he tap-danced on the threshold of the underworld, the threshold was worn away.

‘It’s going up and down.’

Jung Yu-shin took a deep breath as he took a stance.

“Whew. Come.”

“Were you a prosecutor?”

The dark elf’s eyes widened slightly.

“Yeah. Let’s fight properly.”

Jung Yu-shin answered.

The dark elf made a face as if he was dumbfounded.

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“Didn’t you just use poison and magic? You’re crazy.”

“A prosecutor speaks with his sword.”

Jung Yu-shin straightened his back and proudly stepped on the floor as he replied.

“···You’re shamelessly crazy.”

The dark elf quickly ran towards him as if he didn’t want to talk anymore.

SHAAAAAH!!!

The extended rapier blade pierced through the rainwater and stabbed in.

Target: shoulder.

Jung Yu-shin remained motionless and calmly stared at the rapier.

Just before the rapier hit his shoulder.

‘Now.’

Jung Yu-shin quickly turned his body to avoid the rapier and stabbed it in. The stabbing came up from below.

The dark elf slightly stepped back and dodged the sword.

Jung Yu-shin clicked his tongue inwardly.

Indeed, crow sight. The field of vision widened, so there were no blind spots.

Swish!!!

The rapier became a little faster. The target was the head.

Jung Yu-shin quickly turned his head. The blade passed by his cheek by a paper-thin margin. Blood flowed from his thinly cut cheek.

[Revenger]

Engraving activated.

Jung Yu-shin's eyes burned with blue flames.

'He's a guy who doesn't respond to psychological warfare.'

He immediately discarded the first plan.

Because of the fast weapon imprint that Quelin had, a long-term war was extremely disadvantageous. A short-term war was forced.

'I have no choice but to give flesh and take bones.'

Chaeng! Chaeng!

Jung Yu-shin took a stance and swung his sword. The dark elf's rapier began to gain speed.

Ssaeeeeek!!!

The rapier tore through the air and stabbed in.

Phu!

The sword dug into Jung Yu-shin's shoulder.

"Fuck!"

Jung Yu-shin took another step closer. However, the sword was quickly pulled out of Jung Yu-shin's shoulder.

The dark elf took a step back and laughed.

"Give flesh and take bones? You can see your ability."

“...”

Then came the one-sided attack of the dark elf. He kept his distance and stabbed with his rapier.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Shoulder, ribs, thigh.

Blood flowed out from every place the rapier pierced. Along with that, Jeong Yu-shin’s naturalization became darker.

The dark elf, Quelin, stuck out his tongue inwardly.

‘Crazy bastard."

‘I’ll probably fall over by then.’

That crazy clown swung his sword without blinking an eye.

Jung Yu-shin, who didn’t know the dark elf’s intentions, swung his sword like crazy.

‘Bolt. Think of it as a bolt.’

Jung Yu-shin’s eyes became increasingly hazy.

Moments of suffering.

Small things like the hand axes flying from the circus stage.

Large things like the dozens of bolts flying from the labyrinth.

It had already become a trauma, but he didn’t relieve it with alcohol. He didn’t relieve it with conversation.

However.

Every morning at dawn, he swung his sword persistently, reminiscing about that painful moment alone.

And this moment.

The hardships he had endured had become fertilizer through training, allowing Jung Yu-shin’s abilities to blossom.

Earth!!!

The dark elf’s eyes widened.

“What?!”

Did this clown just slash his rapier?

The swordsmanship that had been sped up by Fast Weapon would have been difficult even for him to control.

A chill ran down his spine.

Impatience surged.

Swish, wow!!!

The rapier cut through the wind and sank deep into Jeong Yu-shin's chest.

"Huh!!!"

Jeong Yu-shin gritted his teeth.

'Here it is.'

He dodged his heart. He took a step closer. The dark elf's eyes widened.

The sword.

The sword stuck in the clown's chest didn't move.

'What the hell?!'

At that moment.

Kwak!!!

He felt an excruciating pain in his right shin.

The pain amplified by the Hyper Sensitivity imprint shook the dark elf, Quelin's head.

"Keuu ... The jack knife was lit up in the last three days. I pulled out the blood on the floor. I opened my eyes to shout again. Jung Yu-shin's green hair turned black.

"You, you were a half-blood Barbarian?! It wasn't Karl!!! Butcher Scar!!!"

Jung Yu-shin swept his hair.

'You're back. Back to black hair.'

It seemed that the magic dye Oswald had given him had run out of time.

By the way, I recognized him at a glance. He licked his lips in regret.

He didn't like the ominous nickname of Butcher, but he couldn't help it. It was better than a nickname like a child-lover.

He tried to sneakily give the dead Karl a good nickname, but his plan went awry.

Jung Yu-shin sighed and raised his sword.

"Virtue, skill, and wisdom. You ordinary black elf who is inferior to me in every way. I will put an end to your miserable life."

"S...stop talking nonsense!!!"

“Go gently.”

Jung Yu-shin raised his sword and stabbed the dark elf in the stomach.

Phuuuk!!!

The arming sword pierced his intestines and stuck in the ground.

“Khuuuuuk!!!”

Jung Yu-shin stared at the dark elf’s face, which was spitting out blood, for a while before getting up and walking around the empty space.

All 10 assassins were dead.

Dark elf, Quelin Kalheid, half-dead.

He walked among the scattered corpses, picked up his mace, and approached the middle carriage.

Kaaaang!!! Kaaaang!!!

After striking it a few times, the lock broke.

Knock knock.

“Are you there?”

Squeak.

When he opened the door, a foul smell filled his nose.

Here and there, monsters, animals, and people with severed limbs were gathered in the corners, shivering. The animals were fine.

Some people fainted and peed themselves when they saw Jung Yu-shin’s face and hair.

“Ahiman, I’ve come to meet you.”

“Chirup!”

A small lizard quickly crawled over.

Jung Yu-shin held out his hand and caught Ahiman and observed him.

He didn’t seem to be hurt.

“Ahiman, you’ve worked hard.”

“Chirup!”

“I’m the best? I know that too. Thank you.”

“Chirup.”

Jung Yu-shin turned his head again and observed the people.

“Ha, damn it.”

The people who were caught had one thing in common: the bandages wrapped around their ankles were soaked in blood.

Jung Yu-shin handed a potion to the kobold sitting closest to him.

“Try treating people with this for now.”

“Yes...yes. Kingking.”

The kobold approached him cautiously and received Jung Yu-shin’s potion.

Jung Yu-shin got out of the carriage and quickly approached the dark elf.

The dark elf was spitting out blood.

“You bastard who doesn’t even look human. You really should die.”

Jung Yu-shin pulled out his sword and stabbed the dark elf in the heart.

“Bam!”

The dark elf’s breath stopped.

Jung Yu-shin got up from his seat and walked a little to sit on the steps of the carriage.

After waiting blankly for a while, two people came through the bushes.

Swallowtail and Maya.

“Master!”

Maya ran to Ahiman, shedding tears.

“Chirup!”

Maya carefully grabbed Ahiman from Jung Yu-shin’s shoulder and hugged him tightly.

“Sniff. I’m sorry. Master, you suffered a lot because of me, right? From now on, I will never let you go.”

Maya rubbed her cheek against Ahiman’s face with tears in her eyes.

“Chirooup.”

The lizard flicked its tongue.

Maya, who had come to her senses, bowed deeply to Jung Yu-shin.

“Thank you, Ska-nim.”

“Don’t mention it. We help each other and live together.”

Jung Yu-shin waved his hand.

With Maya’s help, the female virgin’s corruption imprint was safely sealed. The one who should be thanking him was himself.

“Ska-nim.”

Swinging his waist at a right angle, he handed over a towel.

“Thank you.”

Just as Jung Yu-shin was about to wipe his face with the towel.

Phusususus.

Five masked men walked out of the bushes.

Jung Yu-shin looked at the masked men.

‘Those guys are Oswald’s men.’

He could tell at a glance.

It was because Oswald had a silver bracelet on his left wrist, as he had previously mentioned.

The masked men were dragging five corpses.

I wondered where five of the 25 assassins had gone, but they were here.

The mercenaries hired by Oswald approached and bowed to Scar.

“Thank you for your hard work, Scar.”

Jeong Yu-shin, sitting on the carriage, looked around at the mercenaries.

Why are you suddenly being polite?

That’s strange.

He asked cautiously.

“Who are you to suddenly be speaking to me politely?”

“My subordinate.”

One person walked out of the bushes into the open space.

An elf with an eye patch over one eye.

Aldane Ashwood.

He was the head of the monster dismantling center.