Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 167

Episode 167 Crime and Punishment (6)

The moment Dolores saw the face of the nymphet created by Dantalian, Dolores felt something in her head cut off.

The string of reason that I always held on to with a calm attitude.

The moment it was cut off, she fell into an amazingly irrational and emotional state, and the intense emotion fully brought out a force she was not aware of.

And that emotion and power flows toward one person as it is.

Bikir. Night Hound!

After receiving the buff that Dolores had gathered and delivered to her soul, Vikir witnessed the opening of a new world above the realm she was originally in.

Sword Master.

The aura amplified inside the body radiates from the blade of Baalzebub, the demonic sword.

Kwak Kwah Kwak Kwak!

From gas to liquid and from liquid to solid.

The hardened aura that has boiled to the limit gradually solidifies like a clot of blood coagulated by heat.

Then, according to the law of Mana, it began to rotate in a circle.

Kiyiying –

The solid aura overlaid on the sword rotates at an invisible high speed and circles around the blade.

It was like a number of saws for logging gathered and rotating.

Wheein – Gagagagak!

As Bikir swung the knife lightly, the remnants of rocks and steel bars in front of him flew sparks and were cut away.

It’s enough just to bring it lightly. Truly insane cutting power.

‘……It’s amazing.’

Even Bikir, who was indifferent to everything, was greatly surprised inside.

is this the master Did Hugo always live with this feeling?

Since he has risen to the level of Master, it is so far below that he cannot see.

He seemed to know a little bit why Hugo had been treating his subordinates as flies.

‘Even Hugo in his previous life went up two levels from Sword Master.’

Soon it will be revealed that even the sword master has a realm of higher and lower ranks.

Vikir temporarily became a lower rank sword master with the help of a saintess from the highest rank of a graduate student, and from now on he intended to inscribe this sense clearly in his body.

Afterwards, I have to come up here on my own without any buffs.

Meanwhile.

[Ah Ah Aak!]

Dantalian was on the way to the whole body.

Bikir was bringing the fragments of the aura that rotated at super speed to Dantalian’s body and slicing them here and there.

Baalzebub, a magical sword that looks like an awl, was mainly used for stabbing purposes, but not anymore.

Rather, the rotational form of the aura, which is more specialized for cutting, did not weaken the stabbing power.

‘Apart from the explosive increase in combat power, this sense of exhilaration…… I feel like I can do anything.’

Bikir was rarely in a very good mood.

Resonance of the Soul The arrangement of the buffs seemed to have been made and matched after knowing the size and location of the blood vessels of the internal organs throughout the body.

The feeling of wearing new clothes that fit and fit well was an exhilaration that seemed to be an extension of that.

Dolores’ holy power warmly spread throughout Vikir’s body, accelerating the flow of mana.

Blood vessels expand and blood and mana flow faster and faster.

The width of the amplitude created by the trembling of the aura has also widened significantly.

This is the result of the phenomenon of ‘resonance of the soul’.

And Bikir knew something about this phenomenon.

‘Yes, before returning, Dolores, the Saint of Steel, only gave this buff to a few heroes nearby.’

At the time of the destruction, only a handful of people could receive Dolores’ buff.

Dolores treated everyone without any discrimination or discrimination, but only used buffs carefully.

Only a handful of great heroes with the power to maximize her buff effect were able to receive Dolores’ buff.

‘Hugo Les Baskervilles’, the head of the iron-blooded swordsman, and ‘Morgue Camus’, the head of the House of Morgue and famous for his nickname of Empress Dowager, were among such heroes.

But what about now?

Vikir is receiving such a buff from Dolores alone.

It meant that Dolores deeply recognized and understood him, but unfortunately Vikir did not know this.

I just considered myself lucky.

Meanwhile.

Dolores felt as if her body and the bodies of the night hounds were completely merged into one.

It is a feeling that not only the body is mixed, but also the soul.

Although it is a temporary phenomenon, she received great comfort and sympathy during this process.

I have never heard anything particularly warm and comforting from the night hound, but somehow it feels like he embraced my tiredness and inferiority.

She used to think about this often.

‘Everyone in the world confesses their sins and expresses their worries to me… Then, to whom do I confess my sins and express my worries?’

Sometimes talking to God isn’t enough.

There are times when you want to talk to the same person.

However, in the meantime, Dolores has not been able to tell anyone about her emotional stress.

As Dantalian said, as someone’s president, someone’s manager, someone’s saintess, and someone’s daughter, she always had to show a dignified and resolute appearance.

However, she took this opportunity to blow away all that sadness and loneliness.

And he pushed all his emotions onto the wide back of the night hound in front of him.

Tonight’s partner, ‘soul mate’!

Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwam! Woo support!

Vikir pushed Dantalian with a force that was incomparable to normal.

Dantalian, who was caught in the holy flame net and was lacerated, could not stand the sudden surge of Vikir’s aura.

Then Vikir reached out and tried to sever Dantalian’s throat.

Dantalian’s head with countless faces attached to each other like clusters of grapes, and the slender neck connecting the head and body!

Just then, Dantalian made his final winning move.

[brother! Save me!]

Nymphet. Her face turns to Bikir.

Is that all? The faces of all the children in the orphanage cried out at Bikir.

[brother! I can still live!]

[If this devil dies, we die too!]

[Brother! please! Please don’t kill this devil!]

[This murderer! What could happen to us!?]

And at a glance, Dantalian’s plan seemed to work.

Bikir’s sword slowed down, albeit subtly.

And, aiming for that moment, Dantalian squeezed out all his mana and launched a soul dive.

Kwak!

Dozens of Dantalian’s tongues came together to form a single spear that struck Vikir directly through the heart.

“……!”

Bikir couldn’t even scream, but bounced off the spot and flew, shattering two stone pillars and burying himself in a pile of debris.

“no!”

Dolores exclaimed in horror, but it was too late.

Dantalian lifted his bloodied body upright and smiled sullenly.

[Ho-ho-ho! Originally, in a fight between masters, only one move is missing, resulting in such a futile result.]

Soon after, he approached Dolores, who was standing with a dazed expression.

Slowly, slowly…

The face in front of me changes again to that of a man.

A stern-looking middle-aged man. It was Cardinal Humbert, the leader of the Old Testament faction.

[Daughter. This father is so disappointing.]

“……!”

[I sent him to the academy to raise the family’s prestige, so he’s causing trouble like this? Wasn’t it nice to talk about the shame of the family?]

Eventually, Humbert’s face contorts into an expression of contempt for pathetic things.

[I thought you, Dolores, were a better human being.]

“……!”

Then Dolores’ small, slender body began to tremble again.

‘……Night Hound.’

It was because of the night hound by his side that he had overcome the form of Humbert, which had previously sprung from the hilt of terror.

But there was no hunting dog to rescue him now.

She crouches down, losing her confidence.

It’s like locking yourself in an eggshell.

Jjeok-

Finally, Humbert’s face opens his mouth wide.

The jaw jointless mouth of the mandible opened indefinitely and turned into the jaws of a giant snake.

Dolores in an eggshell and a snake trying to swallow the egg.

Dantalian tried to swallow Dolores with a fishy smile.

[Come, offer your face to me…Rock!?]

But Dantalian’s voice cut off in the middle.

Fuck!

Hot blood spattered black.

A blade approaching without sound or presence and slicing Dantalian’s throat.

Vikir was standing behind Dantalian’s back with a cold gaze.

[How? The heart…]

Dantalian with the face of a nymphet stuttered.

Instead of answering, Bikir opened the black cloak and showed it.

Dude-

I saw a black orb with an incontinence there.

The egg of Madame Eight Legs. That’s what saved Vikir’s heart from Dantalian’s spear!

Although the shell is slightly cracked, it is still a sturdy Madame’s egg.

Vikir put it back in her arms and looked at Dantalian.

“I don’t have anything to say…”

Within seconds, Vikir cut Dantalian’s throat completely.

“Go to the bad place.”

That was the end of Dantalian.

…tuk! …Tutuk! Degurur!

Dantalian’s faces fall to the ground and roll on the floor.

but.

[Brother… brother… I’m in so much pain…]

Dantalian’s will still remained.

Arms and limbs slowly regenerated under the nymphet’s face.

It crawled on the floor and tried to escape.

But Bikir stood in his way. With an unwavering gaze.

…suck!

The last blade pierced the center of the nymphet’s torso.

Then the nymphet stopped moving.

[…]

She raised her eyes that were about to close at any moment and spoke in a voice that seemed to be cut off at any moment.

[Thank you… mister.]

Then finally. Bikir’s gaze wavers.

“…”

Vikir cautiously bent her knees and supported the nymphet’s face.

Then the nymphet lifted up her collapsing body and wrapped her arms around Vikir’s neck.

Jjok-

And kissed Bikir lightly on the cheek.

Tsutsutsutsutsutsu…

Eventually, everything will disappear.

All the darkness has disappeared, leaving only debris in the ruins.

The palm of Dolores, who had approached her, wraps around the back of Bikir’s hand, who is sitting still.

“Night Hound… are you okay?”

Despite struggling with Humbert’s vision just before, she was the first to take care of Vikir’s safety.

Right then.

…with Tang!

There was a metallic sound of something falling through the cracks of the collapsed stone pillars.

Bikir and Dolores turned their heads at the same time.

sparkle!

A golden necklace shining brightly.

‘Nymphet’

It was a letter that was engraved so that it was cold to the eye.