Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 215

Episode 215 Festival Night (10)

A black curtain falls.

Tsutsutsutsutsutsu…

Bikir rubbed the ring to create a barrier.

Creating a barrier took a lot of mana, but it was definitely worth it.

Although two spaces are overlapped at one coordinate, they cannot interfere with each other because they are clearly different concepts.

It will be very useful when you need to store a lot of stuff or fight a big fight while hiding your identity in a high-profile place.

Bikir looked at the space inside the barrier.

empty abyss. A desolate and vast wasteland.

Countless knives stuck in the ground are old and worn out after being hit by the winds of the years.

Other than that, only broken and destroyed stone statues roll around.

“…”

Vikir looked across the land of countless knives at the two towering stone statues in the center of an abyssal cavity.

It was a statue of Hugo Les Baskervilles and next to it was a statue of Osiris Les Baskervilles.

The two were enormous compared to the size of the other miscellaneous stone statues, and although broken here and there, they were still strong.

And beneath it, there were rows of small stone statues that had been broken into pieces, but they were also quite familiar faces.

The servants of the Baskervilles, the nanny, butler, and guardian knights… From time to time, I saw statues that seemed to be quite large, but they were seven counts.

Bikir instinctively felt it.

‘Is this place in the heart of Set les Baskervilles?’

If that guess is correct, what was Set’s psychological state before he was seduced by the devil?

What did you see, what did you hear, what did you think, and what did you live in a world with?

Even in the empty space after the owner’s death, the stone statues of the father and older brother were still standing tall.

Vikir recalled the battle with Andromalius.

‘……Son. What are you doing there?’

‘Oh father! Why did you come here…!?’

At that time, Andromalius froze just by looking at Hugo, and it was because of the residual thoughts of Set, the original owner of the body.

Not living up to his father’s expectations, an inferiority complex toward his older brother, and severe self-loathing.

It would have destroyed relationships with everyone around them.

And it must have led him to a world deep in the heart filled with nothing but empty darkness.

Set must have heard Andromalius’ voice from the deepest part of this desolate space.

When you are in the most heartbreaking and most desperate situation in the world.

‘Haha, those who make contracts with the devil are usually like that. They come when a person’s heart completely collapses.’

Breaking your heart means giving up on life.

Unlike low-level demons who make contracts through emotions such as momentary pleasure or greed, demon king-level demons only visit such people.

The moment when a person who was once more noble than anyone else falls with the biggest drop from top to bottom.

With a terrifyingly tempting offer you can’t refuse.

The Corpse Queen, who now appeared before Vikir’s eyes, was probably a similar case.

[……here is? Is it inside the barrier of the tenth oath?]

The eighth o’clock, the corpse queen, looked up at Bikir in front of her eyes.

Bikir, too, peered through the eye sockets of the mask at the Corpse Queen in front of her.

The woman in the skull mask must also have a story.

He must have accepted the devil’s offer after struggling in unimaginable amounts of pain and sorrow.

‘……But there is no grave without an excuse.’

It is unknown what story the Corpse Queen had to replace Morgue Snake in the position of the Fifth City.

For Bikir, it’s just an absolute evil that killed countless comrades before returning.

“Let’s see the end, devil.”

The battle would have been much more difficult if Morgue Snake’s body had been stolen by Falbenshi.

But the current corpse queen is still not quite there.

His talent and potential for magic matched or surpassed that of Morgue Snake, but in terms of time, Sierre, the eighth city, had not developed much strength yet.

Moreover, for some reason, the Corpse Queen didn’t seem to have completely surrendered herself to the devil yet.

“It’s a good thing in many ways.”

Bikir immediately fed an arrow to Anubis.

Pupperpuppung!

The deadly sniper I learned from Iyen flew towards the corpse queen.

but.

Pod!

A rocky wall rising ninety degrees from the ground broke all the arrows.

Geronto was firmly guarding the Corpse Queen’s front.

Hooded-

Eventually, the seeds of bones sown by the Corpse Queen began to produce countless skeleton soldiers again.

After leading the undead soldiers, the Corpse Queen regained her dignity as a monarch.

[Show your face.]

Willingness to take off the mask of the hound of the night to reveal its true face.

Bikir frowned at that persistent attitude.

Before long, countless soldiers of the dead began to press Vikir around.

Archery is at a disadvantage when dealing with multiple opponents like this.

The Corpse Queen was well aware of this and was pressuring Vikir from all sides.

however.

…Sparkle!

Bikir’s true power exploded only when all eyes were gone.

[Nuclear Nuclear-]

Attaching the thread spewed by the young madam to Hugo’s stone statue, it soared high from its seat.

The moment Bikir stood on the ground just before was covered with skeleton soldiers.

Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwam!

The blood-red aura swarms like a six-and-a-half-headed snake, devastating the ground.

Baskerville style swordsmanship!

A dark red aura rose and swallowed the dead soldiers.

Passsss…

An exorcism ritual using physical force. The undead returned to where they should have been.

Kwak Kwa Kwak! Woojijikjik! Puff!

Graduator’s top-notch power was bursting out without filtering.

Bikir pushed on, slaughter- ing his foes mercilessly.

Six and a half huge cartwheels made of aura were moving forward, crushing, mashing, crushing, tearing through the walls of bone without hesitation.

Lich Geronto tried to block Vikir’s attack by casting some spells, but it was not enough.

together?

[…]

Watching Geronto be pushed back and defeated, the Corpse Queen doesn’t take any action.

Because of this, Bikir was able to easily break through the siege and stand in front of the Corpse Queen.

Soon you will be able to kill the demon and its host in front of you.

First, separate the neck and head, then take off the skull mask and check the inside.

“You’ll have to take off the mask.”

Before long, the blade protruding from Bikir’s wrist aimed at the Corpse Queen’s neck.

Now, instead of Morgue Snake, who controls the dark house of Morgue, the head of the clan, you will be able to know the identity of the being who occupies the status of the 8th City.

Right then.

[……No.]

The Corpse Queen’s mouth opened.

[I can’t take off the mask.]

At the same time.

Pacan!

The tip of Bikir’s sword turned.

It’s not because the corpse queen did something tricky. It wasn’t because of lack of concentration or stamina.

Instinct. The intuition of an experienced hound that had gone through countless battlefields slightly twisted the trajectory of the knife at the last moment.

Eventually, Bikir struck the Corpse Queen near the forehead, and it ricocheted off the solid edge of the skull mask.

bean!

It was like hitting a beetle.

…quickly!

Incontinence went to the corner of the skull mask.

“……?”

Bikir landed on the floor and tilted his head.

It seems that he himself does not understand why he just twisted the tip of his knife.

‘what? Have you ever been like this before?’

I bet there is no Not even once. It was a mistake that I had never experienced before and after the return, and in all the innumerable lines of death I had crossed so far.

but.

Farr……

The right hand holding the demonic sword Baalzebub was trembling slightly.

This is a mental problem, not a physical problem. i.e. movement of the mind.

Emotions that he thought he had killed or killed while reaching the top grade of a graduate were still alive and agitated, albeit weakly.

‘This is what the hell…’

The night hound frowned slightly at a situation he had never experienced before.

But in contrast, the Corpse Queen remains unconcerned.

Her voice was firm, as if it had some certainty.

[I can’t take off the mask.]

“…”

[This is covered by the contract. I can’t reveal my face or reveal my name by my own will.]

“…?”

[So you have to reveal your identity.]

“……!”

The corpse queen’s words tremble slightly.

I cried so much, I cried so much, I was so depressed. That’s why the voice that has completely stopped.

However, the watery voice heard at the end resembled that old voice, albeit for a very short time.

“……no way.”

The moment I got out of the way, I stopped.

And the Corpse Queen, seeing Bikir hesitate, roared once more.

[So show me your face! Say my name!]

At the same time, hot flames emanated from the Corpse Queen’s hand.

The black burning hellfire and even the iron skewers sticking out from between the hot hems.

Bikire hurriedly raised a knife in front of Deadpool, the hot water created by fire and iron skewers.

The Baskerville’s fangs bursting out recklessly can rip flames and iron skewers to shreds.

And it was pointed squarely at the defenseless Corpse Queen.

…Ouddeuk! Quick!

Again, cracks form in her skull mask.

Soon, the bone fragments slowly scattered.

time passing slowly.

The pieces of the mask are scattered and the pieces of memory are put together.

Among the numerous fragments and fragments, the face of a child in a distant memory rises to the surface of unconsciousness.

‘no! Bikir! Please come back!’

The last voice I heard.

A face from a long time ago was here.