Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 198

Episode 198 Corpse Queen (1)

The night hound quietly melts into the night again today.

Bikir gliding from building to building.

However, unlike before, Bikir’s movements were many times more agile.

Some of them became stronger through training, but in fact, the virtue of being attached to the wrist of the left hand was greater than that.

[Pww!]

The young madam is spewing spider webs from her left wrist.

As soon as Bikir throws himself into the air, he shoots a spider’s web onto the wall or railing of the building in front of him.

Bikir, who had reached forward like a pendulum, continued to glide forward by attaching a web to the building in front of it.

The young madam pulled out an enormous amount of spider silk from within her tiny body, and it seemed to solidify upon meeting the atmosphere the moment a very small amount of concentrated spider silk extract was ejected out of her mouth.

‘A little guy like this could pull out so many spider webs, how was Madame Eight Legs?’

Bikir recalled the time when he fought Madame Eight Legs in the past.

At that time, Madame Eight Legs consumed an enormous amount of spider webs in the process of raiding Balak’s village, but because of that, in the fight against Bikir, she really couldn’t pull out much of the spider webs.

If Madame Eight Legs had been able to pull out spider webs freely, Bikir probably wouldn’t have survived that day.

“You’re more useful than I thought, you.”

[Nuke nuke nuke-]

Bikir stroked the head of the young madam, who was spitting out cobwebs from her mouth.

Thanks to him, the travel time has been drastically reduced, so it’s a good thing.

Tattak!

Bikir, who was running along the outer wall of the building, landed on top of the half-destroyed clock tower.

This clock tower, which was the landmark of the city, was half collapsed due to some huge impact.

However, because the tower had a long history and was carefully built from the foundation, it was not completely destroyed.

Bikir recalled a newspaper article he read a while ago.

[Special] The Hound of the Night Another shocking crime!?

-Around 1 am yesterday, the hounds of the night started attacking again.

The destroyed place is the ‘Central Clock Tower’, the landmark of the ecliptic. Boasting a long history, this building is a symbol of the power of the imperial family and at the same time contains the will of the previous emperor, who wanted to present the standard of imperial order… Meanwhile, the number of deaths caused by this terror… The imperial family declares that they will definitely put this heinous criminal of this era to death by all means… A

monstrous imitator who imitates a night hound.

Vikir gazed at the great clock tower destroyed by an unknown and mysterious being.

The scar marks on the wall are too long and free to be called knife marks.

‘It’s like a whip gone through. Seeing the destruction of the city’s landmarks… is he dissatisfied with society?’

Destroying the central clock tower, which boasts a long history, would not have done much good.

The clock tower is just a building that best symbolizes order and peace that people living in the ecliptic look at several times a day.

Still, there was a high possibility that there was something symbolic about the daring attempt to demolish this building.

For example, resistance to the social system or attempts to subvert the order or something of that kind.

‘……Well, it’s not my business.’

But now it wasn’t that important.

For Bikir, it was more urgent to find and kill a copycat than the existence of a copycat.

“Let’s see.”

From the roof of this steeple destroyed by copycats, you can overlook the panoramic view of the city.

A night view where the lights slowly go out.

The city, which is slowly preparing to fall asleep, is dark and desolate.

And the night hound is a being that only opens its eyes when everyone closes them.

‘……That’s it. The point that Sindi Wendy pointed out was suspicious.’

Bikir looked up and looked north of the city.

This is the area where Bikir went out for volunteer work in the suburbs a while ago.

It was the site of the now ruined Indulgentia family nursery school.

‘It must have been in ruins and there is nothing left… Why are the informants missing there?’

Bikir lifted his mask slightly and sniffed the air.

“…”

I fly. Smell.

Although extremely faint, this was definitely the smell of demons.

Despite being in an area where assassinations have already been completed, the fact that this stench emanates means that there is still something left.

‘But it smells strangely light. Why?’

It was much fainter than a normal devil’s smell, so it was hard to notice.

Vikir jumped off the clock tower immediately after instructing the young madam to stretch the thread.

Just before reaching the ground, the spider’s web ended, and Bikir, who bounced up due to the recoil, turned around and landed on the ground.

Bikir crossed the alleyways filled with darkness and ran through the maze-like city.

Keep running and climbing from roof to roof railing to parapet wall to wall from higher to lower and even lower than that.

Bikir eventually reached the ruins of the Indulgentia Orphanage.

The Royal Cemetery was just 100 meters away on the opposite side.

Entering the center from the outskirts of the ruins, Bikir sensed something strange.

‘The smell gradually fades and then becomes stronger again.’

The stench peculiar to demons was diluted by something.

A strange aura, as if half human blood and half demon blood were mixed.

‘Is it possible that the devil smells like this?’

It was a smell that even Vikir, a seasoned demon hunter, had never smelled.

Meanwhile.

The ruins of the Indulgentia Orphanage were completely deserted.

The investigation of the Quo Vadis family is also over, so no one sets foot here.

Originally, guards should have been deployed, but it seems that there is a shortage of guards due to the fact that copycats have been installed so much lately.

Although there was a sign telling the public not to enter, there was no one to stop him, so Bikir continued to go inside.

Eventually, Bikir entered the area where Sindi Wendy’s informants went missing one after another.

and soon.

“……!”

I could know why Sindi Wendy’s informants disappeared, what made them disappear, and how they became and where they went, all at once.

[Geuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…]

The tongue that came down to the mouth of the collarbone of the missing lower jaw turned purple.

The body was swollen with gas, and the flowing flesh was hardened like oil.

You can see several undead roaming the ruins, exuding the smell of sarcasm all over their bodies.

< Zombie >

Risk Level: C

Size: 1.7m

Discovery Site: All Continents

– Also known as ‘The Lesser Rotten One’.

Graves, battlefields, lungs, sewers, etc. are common corpses that can be found everywhere.

In the case of rural or underdeveloped cities, they can be found as often as rats.

The dead were walking around letting out unpleasant moans.

I don’t know if they’re walking around here now because they did what they did in life, but it was clear that at least some of them were Xindi Wendy’s informants.

“Go to a nice place.”

I don’t know if there really is such a thing as a good place.

Bikir took out the bow he was carrying on his back.

Balak’s Bow ‘Anubis’ This powerful black bow clings to Vikir’s hand as if wrapped tightly.

“You’ve let this guy rest too long.”

During the midterm exams at the academy, I felt like my hands were going to rot because I had only touched a low-end bow.

It is a lie to say that masters do not choose equipment.

If I had been able to use this Black Bow Anubis from there, I would have been able to destroy all the golems and Professor Sadi.

‘But if I did, it would have been a big problem.’

Unlike the supply bow, Anubis wouldn’t have finished with one eyeball.

Bikir thought about this and that and squeezed Anubis deeply.

[Keeing……]

The young madam, who was clinging to Bikir’s left hand, retreated to her shoulder, perhaps because Anubis didn’t like it.

The Black Bow Anubis was made from the naked skin of Madame Eight Legs.

The cub madam seemed to hate the traces of her mother because she remembered being almost eaten by her mother when she was still an egg.

It occurred to me that the relationship between parent and child might not necessarily be that close to the spider.

‘Like the dogs of Baskerville.’

yet.

Kirik-

Bikir drew Anubis’ protest.

pop! Puff!

The heads of the distant zombies explode one by one.

The zombies shattered before they could react, and Bikir continued to walk along the faintly flowing stench.

Right then.

“……!”

Arriving at the heart of the ruins, Bikir saw a startling sight.

The head of the Quilty Indulgentia family. And Dantalian, who was the ninth of ten.

He wasn’t dead, but he saw an undead member of his family standing up in good shape.

Geronto.

Richie had red pigtails and was wearing a black mask.

But Vikir wasn’t surprised that Geronto was revived.

The existence that revived Geronto.

‘It’ standing in the middle of the ruins caught Bikir’s attention in an instant.

The source of the demonic smell that led Bikir, the one who emits overwhelming demonic energy, to this place.

An existence that wears a crown and armor made of bones, and has long hair that burns like flames and a black cloak.

The eighth tenth hour was there.