137 – A touch lurks on the island (6)
The top people have settled all over the island with a good view of the sandy shore.
two targets. One ship as big and majestic as the huge whale that sometimes rose from the sea, and another smaller but still bigger ship.
The people at the top waited for Chester’s signal, holding a stone in each hand and tail.
And after a while, when Chester, who had been hiding in the bushes, walked confidently and appeared on the shore.
– Hueup!
The people at the top began to throw stones using the ‘human throwing technique’ that Chester had taught them as attributes.
A technique developed to throw farther, faster, and stronger with a poor body, unlike the top people who throw with overwhelming force from a clumsy posture.
It unfolds in the hands of a monster with overwhelming physical abilities called a top person.
its power.
* * *
The sailor, who was simply brushing his teeth while rinsing his mouth with seawater, saw it.
Four objects suddenly flying towards us from a floating island.
“… … ?”
At the point where you vaguely notice that the objects are rocks, and wonder why the rocks are flying this way… … .
Kwagwagwang!!
The boulder brushed right across the deck, sweeping away the sailors brushing their teeth, leaving a long trail of destruction that traversed the deck.
Another stone hit the middle of the mast attached to the tail, and the mast, which had been made strong so that it would not break even in the midst of the storm, was mercilessly broken and crashed down.
A third stone hit the nearby sea. The moment it hit, the sea water surged high with a powerful shock wave, shaking the boat.
The fourth stone hit the ship behind. It penetrated the middle of the ship and hit the gunpowder loaded inside. Boxes are smashed, gunpowder pours out, shells roll like crazy, and sparks fly as they rub against each other.
As the sparks that splattered hit the gunpowder.
Kwaaang!!
caused a huge explosion.
“what?! What!”
“aaa!!”
The people at the top didn’t stop.
Moves the stone held in the other hand and throws it, moves the stone held with the tail and throws it again, catches a new stone with the tail while throwing, puts it in the empty hand, catches the stone again with the tail, moves the stone from the hand to the throwing hand again, and throws it. … … .
repeat
Even a single shot is lethal, and it uses its third hand, called the tail, to pick up a new stone and repeats it over and over again without any gaps.
The deck was shattered by the stone, and debris flew in all directions, and a nearby sailor was pierced by a large piece of shrapnel.
Some sailors were hit as they were by falling stones and turned into pieces of meat without a trace and were thrown under the ship along with the stones.
A broken and falling mast pierced the ship as it was, and a sailor running frantically fell into a hole in the deck and broke his neck.
“Cannon, cannon! Cannon! shoot! Shoot! Shoot the cannon!”
Someone hurried the crew, not waiting for Rottin’s command, to prepare to fire the cannon, but before they were ready, a shower of stones destroyed the cannon’s place and threw the cannon down.
Still, I managed to fire the cannon by loading it somehow.
But they don’t know where the top people are throwing stones.
The cannons, fired carelessly without properly aiming, were vainly stuck in the sand, smashed a field of poor rocks, or destroyed the cottage Chester and Monia had built.
“… … !”
When the cottage was destroyed, Chester widened his eyes and then gnashed his teeth at the sailors again.
How much time had passed since the people at the top threw stones like that.
3 minutes? 4 minutes? Time never passed.
However, there were two ships left in front of Chester’s eyes, already in tatters and now waiting to sink.
‘It’s scary.’
afraid.
It does not take time to reload like cannons. There is also no risk of gunpowder detonating by mistake. accuracy? throw it with your own arm It boasts an accuracy that cannot be compared to aiming a cannon or catapult.
Overwhelming in every way.
By the time they manage to fire one cannon, their ship is already on the verge of sinking.
‘I never thought it would be one-sided like this.’
Of course, there were advantages of surprise.
From the point of view of dealing with a stone that flew quietly without the sound of gunpowder exploding like a cannon, it would have seemed as if the ship had suddenly started to explode.
It might have been different if they had properly set up their herpes, if they were not on ships but on forts or walls.
But there was no need for such an assumption.
Only the result of the unilateral massacre remained in the eyes.
The island moves on. Unlike the island that moves steadily, the ship that can no longer move is slowly starting to sink.
In the aftermath of the ship’s explosion, the box was blown up and landed on a rocky field, or landed on a sandy beach with the current.
‘Good.’
I don’t know what’s inside, but all of them will be valuable supplies. Chester watched the two men swim across the sea to shore, praying that as many supplies as possible would be left on the island.
“Cool! Wow! crazy! What happened to you?”
“I don’t know. … … But I know who started the attack.”
“yes?”
Rottin, who was vomiting seawater, found Chester standing alone on the beach.
“… … .”
When he first saw him, Rottin didn’t recognize who he was.
It was because he was so far removed from the ‘butler’ he knew.
A brown-haired man with dark skin and firm, thick muscles, with blue glowing tattoos.
It was correct to say that he was not a butler, but a warrior from a savage tribe.
“Were you alive?”
However, because Urgo said that, he knew who the opponent was.
“I don’t know how you healed that wound.”
Urgo speaks while drawing a two-pronged sword.
“My physique has changed… What is that tattoo?”
“don’t mind. I don’t know either.”
Saying that, Chester took out the machete hung from his waist.
Compared to the two-pronged sword Urgo was holding, it was small in size and insignificant, but the shape of the machete, which was shining and vibrating fiercely, indicated that it was an unusual object.
“Yeah, it doesn’t matter how you live. What matters is that you live.”
“yes. But couldn’t there be something more important than that?”
“I won’t let you kill me this time.”
“ha ha ha. … … On the contrary, don’t you think you’re going to die?”
“It looks like you’ve grown bigger and have more muscles, but the gap between you and me is still vast.”
Urgo calmly spoke the truth.
No matter how much he received the blessings of the top and made his body fit and become stronger, Chester’s physical abilities are still inferior to Urgo’s.
But there was a more fundamental difference than that.
“You are a hunter. If you tried to hide and ‘hunt’ me, I’d be killed by you.”
Even if Chester were weaker than he used to be, let alone now, he wouldn’t have been able to defeat Chester hunting in the woods.
A hero is always a strong human being. It is by no means invincible.
There are cases where a person who did not die no matter how many times he was stabbed by a sword is killed by arrows pouring down like rain on a castle wall, and there are times when a hero of one hundred parties is assassinated because he is possessed by a woman. There are even cases where you die in vain by being stamped on the floor.
Killing Chester hunting in the forest is an ordinary death.
But in this situation, you can’t.
Chester is laying bare on a beach with nowhere to hide.
“I am a warrior.”
Urgo’s body wriggling menacingly as he lightly wielded a two-pronged sword.
“If you fight head-on, even a warrior with less ability than me can defeat you. This is a difference that cannot be changed.”
Steppe warriors train and hone their skills to fight other tribal warriors.
They are not hunters who hunt animals, but killers who have been professionally raised since childhood to kill people.
difference there. The difference in ability that changes depending on the fighting environment.
Chester can kill Urgo in the forest. However, if he had to face it without making preparations in advance, he would have to be killed by Urgo unilaterally.
“What have you prepared?”
“I did.”
“what?”
“Evil and evil.”
If it is necessary to do so, the already broken leg can be forced to twist and fit to get it moving again.
‘Just think of it as dealing with a bigger and much stronger bear.’
Chester grinned as he answered, and Urgo laughed as if he liked it.
Rotin looked at Chester from behind and had a dissatisfied face, but Urgo took the lead, so he stayed still.
Then, the two men swung their swords at each other.
* * *
Monia couldn’t find a sense of reality for a while even after opening her eyes, so she blankly rolled her eyes and looked around.
A house made of bamboo. Various paintings painted on the wall. Living tools made of materials easily available in nature. moss bed.
Monia, who was looking at the familiar scenery, eventually came to her senses and looked around.
“Chester… ?”
Of course, Chester, who should be sleeping next to him, is nowhere to be seen.
While thinking about it strangely, Monia, recalling what had happened before falling asleep as if fainting, stood up in surprise.
“Ugh!”
Tired of crying and praying for Chester for a long time, his body collapses, unable to withstand the rapid movement.
After falling on the floor for a while, Monia slowly moved her body and barely got up from her seat.
“What about Chester?”
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Last memory.
The memories of Chester holding him while wearing a blue tattoo.
Monia was looking for Chester, relying on that vague memory, but eventually sat down after realizing that only she and Ant were here.
Ant approaches Monia and carefully licks her thigh.
As Monia hugged Ant, she remembered where she would have gone if Chester had disappeared.
What comes to mind is Chester at that time, the day I went to catch the bear.
“It is a beach.”
Instinctively finding out Chester’s location, Monia left the house to meet him.