Iron Blooded Hound-Chapter 153 -: Beyond the Game

A white castle was built on the chessboard.

Under the saint's leadership, the great White Army expanded its territory by building powerful citadels around the world and using smaller fortresses as bases.

Level 5 amateur Dolores dominates the board.

The whole country was whitened by his iron defenses and gradual, sure attacks.

Should we do that?

"Hmph."

Dolores couldn't help but moan.

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This pure and noble white citadel has been invaded by hordes of dark evil for some time.

Vikir. Then the black cavalry led by Vikir divided into several lines and attacked the White Citadel.

Dolores' paladins were helpless against this mysterious movement, as if the black cavalry had dug a small crack, destroyed the entire interior, and rushed through the gap on the other side.

"It's not level 2. He tricked me!"

Dolores gathered his remaining troops and fortified the walls.

Fortresses and outposts were built a little more closely together, and the fortresses at the four corners of the city also had thicker walls.

But once again, the black cavalry broke through the snow-white walls and trampled them.

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What was once white is now empty, replaced by black.

"Oh, no! If we put in any more...!

Dolores gathered her best troops, strengthened the walls of the citadel, and secured the passage.

The last fortress. The last line. Defend it!

A land like Alsolan guarantees unconditional victory, but only as long as you can hold it.

Vikir's black soldiers bared their fangs again.

A black aura shaped like an awl pierces through the white wall and wreaks havoc inside.

The white land that Dolores so stubbornly protected is finally covered with Vikir's black traces.

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A black dog with its mouth wide open in the shelter. Finished, open.

"Adali."

Vikir took the saint's arm into his mouth.

If he bites hard enough, her right arm will break.

The same fate would soon befall her left arm, then her right leg, then her left leg, then her torso, and finally her neck.

Sweat dripped down Dolores' forehead as she realized that her entire group was about to be destroyed.

"What should I do?" What should I do...?"

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find a way to escape from the black monster's jaws.

I already feel a sense of defeat.

And Dolores couldn't admit it.

Finally, all Go players are competitive.

She has been through heaven and hell many times in the short time she has been in the game.

And today, Dolores met the right person.

``It's like shaking hands at the end of a train.''

The assault on Vikir's psyche continued.

Vikir, on the other hand, was a little surprised.

"In today's world, it's probably a level 5."

It's not that Dolores was a bad player, but rather that she played better than she expected.

Vikir was playing boring matches with quite a few people on the battlefield before his relapse.

One of his guys, a sergeant who was a good player, said to him:

"What are your skills?" I'm about level 1. Of course, it was evaluated even before the war.''

He said that if it were Vikir's level, it would be level 2 or 3.

Although he is top-notch, Vikir's skills are slightly inferior to his.

"Hahaha, ever since the war of annihilation with the demon world, there has been no organization or tournament to check your strength."

Is that the reason? I expected Vikir to be around level 2, but when I checked, it seemed like it would be higher.

And finally.

... That's right!

The last stone hit the board, and Dolores' head fell off.

"...I lost."

Regardless of the loss, There is no point in even calculating the house.

Then, voices of admiration arose from all around.

"Wow! This is the first time I've seen a saint giving instructions on Go!"

"Mrs. President, weren't you featured in the newspapers when you were young? As a Go genius?"

"Even when there was a Go club in the Colosseum, the president was the one who single-handedly massacred the Magic Tower Go Club and the Varangian Go Club."

"How can this happen? Since the other person is Dolores, everyone is careful about what they say.

It's not surprising that there were harsh reviews such as ``I was torn apart'' and ``I was torn apart''.

Vikir was just cleaning up the board.

"Now, wait! Another game, another game, this time in shorthand!

Dolores stretched out her hand and clung to Vikir.

Essentially, all Go players, especially those called geniuses, The players are competitive.

Last but not least, Dolores was competitive in this field.

In the end, Vikir accepted Dolores' offer.

The game was called Kaigi. Masu. The rules are simple. He has 3 seconds to decide his next move.

This will significantly reduce the time it takes to play the game.

Vikir and Dolores had moved in front of Dolores' bed so as not to disturb the other students while they were drinking.

But the students followed closely behind them, drinks in hand, sitting in a circle around the board where the game was being played.

Apparently, it was fun to watch.

``This is surprisingly fun. Go.''

``Yes, watching my father play was always boring.''

``I don't know; did you put Boss and Vikir in a tense situation? ?"

"I don't know, but... I know it wasn't a close fight."

On the battlefield, the focus is on Saint's White and Vikir's Black, and they clash violently.

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Black and white flashed across the surface at great speed.

At that moment, a dry voice was heard from Vikir's mouth.

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"I understand."

Hearing these words, Dolores thought seriously.

"Should I turn it over?

That was the strongest feeling I had ever had in the last 12 years.

But when she felt the eyes of those around her, she couldn't help but say those words in a hushed voice.

"...We lost."

The surrounding students who had been watching the battle and holding their breath all gasped.

Sinclair broke into a cold sweat.

``I thought I was pretty good at Go, but...I can't read your moves.''

Piggy also nodded.

``First of all, Vikir's style is not today's style. No one on the current Knights plays like that, and it's clearly not a good move, so why would they?

Meanwhile, Dolores couldn't hide her confusion.

Go is all about building houses.

But Vikir acted as if he didn't care about the house.

It was a mess; it was a dog fight.

Instead of building his own house, Vikir did everything he could to destroy the enemy's house.

Vikir bites and bites and bites like a spineless madman, and Dolores loses his arms and legs.

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Vikir smiled bitterly as Dolores shook her head in disbelief.

As I said earlier, those who have not experienced war can never understand those who have.

When the era of destruction arrived, there was no point in building a house or raising a family.

I didn't know when the devil would attack and destroy my family.

The only way to survive was to roam the battlefield and destroy the enemy's stronghold first.

This atmosphere, this drive, and these values defined Vikir's playing style, but Dolores and the other students were unaware of it.

"Well, I don't know much about Go, but I can tell you he's a crazy dog."

"That's a crazy dog style. Well, it has its own charm."

Bianca nodded in agreement.

But none of this chatter reached Dolores' ears.

Who am I, where am I, and where am I going?

After all, everyone has a board game to be proud of.

We all have our favorite board games.—until they were taken away by the wrong person.

And when that happens, your whole world is turned upside down.

No matter how undefeated you are, just one loss can take away all your confidence.

In the end, Dolores was forced to swallow the punishment again.

"...gulp"

I burp when I drink too much lemonade.

Dolores tried desperately to hide her bulging stomach and burps.

Well then.

Hiccup!

She had a hiccup.

"What the hell?"

Dolores looked around at the students around her.

Everyone was smiling from ear to ear.

Dolores quickly checked the label on the glass soda bottle.

In fact, it contained too much alcohol to be called a drink.

"You fooled me...Hiccup!"

Dolores' face grew redder and redder.

She's hot and sweaty.

In a room filled with empty liquor bottles, the air grew hotter, and red-faced boys and girls mingled with each other.

at that time.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

I heard footsteps outside the door.

Dolores felt the intoxication from earlier starting to wear off.

"The superior has arrived!"

Everyone present jumped to their feet after hearing Dolores' words.

It was like being poured cold water on it.

"Bottle! Hide the bottle first! The ceiling panel suddenly won't open, and the window is too narrow to get out!"

"Where do we hide the boys?"

"In the bed, under the covers. Everyone below!''

``Ah, but.'' What happened to the man and the woman?"

"Don't be silly! He's a man after all."

"Shut up and turn off the light!" Please turn off the light first!

Everyone was panicking.

And in this atmosphere,.

...Bang!

I heard the sound of a key opening the door.

Click.

The supervisor came into the room.

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