Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 285

Episode 285 Power inflation (3)

“Is there anyone in this world who can scare me?”

As the great evil raises its head and sees the world.

“Here it is.”

The pilgrim raised his hand in response.

at the same time. Dolores suddenly felt her body, which was on the verge of being crushed, suddenly lighten.

pilgrim. night hound.

Bikir was looking at Bartolomeo.

“……!”

Bartolomeo felt a chill run down his neck.

B-Billion!

As he tilted his head back, a red-hot slash flew in and split the mountain of gold coins diagonally behind him.

Warrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Short! Short!

Torn or crumpled gold coins tumble down with a loud bang.

“……Ohh.”

Bartolomeo wiped away the dark veins of blood that ran lightly down his cheeks with his thumb.

He straightened up and asked in a hard voice.

“Are you the night hound? The one who killed the family head of quality last time?”

“It’s not exactly Quilty, it’s ‘Dantalian’, the face of the ninth corpse cloth.”

At the mention of the name Dantalian, Bartolomeo’s expression hardened for a moment, then relaxed.

“……Ninth what? A thousand faces? What is Dantalian? He speaks incomprehensibly.”

I tried to pretend, but once the demon hunter came this far, there was no way he could escape the situation.

“‘Inferior Second Son’ Andromalius. ‘Thousand Faces’ Dantalian. ‘King of Corpses’ Seeere. ‘Wailing Wall’ Decaravia. I took them all away. Do you understand now?”

“…”

At Bikir’s words, Bartolomeo shut his mouth.

There is no need to be pretentious against someone who has come to know everything.

Sreureung-

Finally, he pulled out a sword that had been buried casually in a pile of gold coins.

Bartolomeo said, looking at the red blade extending about a meter from Vikir’s wrist.

“Would you like to use a knife?”

“…”

“It’s me.”

Bartolomeo grinned and raised his sword.

Bikir immediately recognized what it was.

black day. A darkly glowing blue jewel embedded in the tip of a golden handle. A long sword with a long golden string decoration hanging down.

Balmung.

Also known as ‘Balmung of the Deep Sea’ or ‘Balmung of Bahamut’.

That was originally one of the demonic swords that the iron-blooded swords had been handed down since ancient times in Baskerville.

Sharp enough to cut through steel just by touching it.

However, a hideous sword with a legend that corrupts those who hold it and turns them into tyrants.

In the Warring States Period, it passed through the Nibelungen family, which was famous for its swords, and became a sacred object of the rival Bahamut family.

‘……why is it here?’

Bikir was puzzled for a moment.

However, the question was soon resolved. It was because Bartolomeo spoke first.

“When I was young, this body was a very promising swordsman. The former head of the Baskervilles fell in love with my talent and gave me this sword as a gift to become my disciple.”

“…”

“Put a knife into this body like that? Whoa, whoa, well.”

Bartolomeo tilted his balmung horizontally and stood in front of Bikir.

and.

Pit-

Within a short time, he leaped at great speed and jumped onto Vikir’s body.

Jjoong!

cutlery and cutlery. The auras of Bartolomeo and Bikir collided in the air.

Jewels and gold coins around were crumbled into powder and fragments by the shock wave, which soon became thick fog and spread in all directions.

…kwak!

Their shadows crossed over the two half-collapsed hills of gold coins.

Bartolomeo and Bikir each changed their positions to where each other stood.

It was Bartolomeo who flinched first.

Jureuk –

Black blood flows from the nose and mouth.

When he was young, Bartolomeo’s body was comparable to Hugo, the head of the iron-blooded swordsman.

But a lot of time has passed.

The body that was neglected in training deteriorated, and the brightly shining qualities were rusted.

“……but.”

Bartolomeo’s lips curled up.

“Form is temporary, but class is eternal.”

at the same time.

A red fountain of blood rose from

Peruk- Bikir’s waist.

Clearly, Bartolomeo’s counterattack was effective.

The sharp blade of Balmung, the demonic sword, pierced the protection of the river Styx and the super regenerative ability of the S-class monster Basilisk.

Bikir had to withdraw with wounds so deep that his internal organs were visible.

…pop! …pop! …pop!

Hot drops of blood stain the golden cold soil red.

Bartolomeo smirked at Bikir.

“Isn’t financial relationships a give and take?

“…”

“There is a saying that there is no such thing as a free lunch. Everything is an equilibrium between the sum of costs and consequences. Even seemingly free gains and losses due to bad luck all come at a cost in the end… hmm. ?”

Bartolomeo paused for a moment before speaking.

Bikir spoke briefly to Bartolomeo.

“I agree.”

at the same time.

…Puffer puffer puck!

Blood fountains with tremendous momentum began to spurt out from all over Bartolomeo’s body.

“Keep it off!?”

It was so sharp that I didn’t even recognize that my body was hurt.

The hound’s teeth were indeed sharp. To the extent that blood oozes out from the burrow.

Bartolomeo staggered back.

“Hehehe… Such a clichéd direction.”

“If you didn’t know you were cut, you should feel ashamed.”

Vikir recalled the memories before returning.

Among the comrades who had walked through countless battlefields together, there were a few who were exceptionally good at sword skills.

Their swords were so fast and so sharp that after a cut, blood would ooze after a few steps.

I once had a small cut on my thigh during sparring, but I was curious because there was no blood. After the sparring, when I walked about 3 kilometers on the way back to the lodging, there was a time when a handful of flesh fell off and a fountain of blood gushed out.

It was that much even without using the aura.

In order to reach such a level, Vikir has been training diligently in the gravity room of the academy until now, and at this moment, he has reaped quite meaningful results.

…widely!

After thinking about it, Bikir robbed the demonic sword Baalzebub once.

Despite colliding with the legendary sword, Balmung, Baalzebub didn’t even get the slightest scratch.

No wonder. Because it’s a sword made from the remains of an ancient demon king who ruled the demon realm a long time ago.

Rather, Balmung over there just whines and screams.

“Now stop dying.”

Vikir imbued the sword with an aura.

Sword Master.

The solid aura stretched out and created a slash of unbelievable size.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwak!

Baskerville’s Eighth Eight.

Due to the insight he gained from meeting Kane Corso at the Tomb of Blades, Vikir learned how to create eight teeth.

Meanwhile, Dolores, who saw it, was startled.

‘……You’ve become stronger than the last time I saw you!’

When we met at the orphanage, the night hound had only broken the trajectory of that slash six times.

It was only when he awakened and applied the buff that he only defeated Dantalian seven times.

I don’t know what kind of swordsmanship the swordsmanship moves like that right now… but what’s certain is that the Night Hound has become incomparably stronger than before Dantalian.

“Ouch!”

Bartolomeo twisted and withdrew.

However, Madame’s poison, which had already penetrated her body through her blood, prevented her from going very far and only slipped under a pile of gold coins.

“die.”

Bikir plunged the knife deep into Bartolomeo’s abdomen.

Fuuk-

Bartolomeo squeezed Vikir’s arm tightly even as blood spurted out.

“Do you think you’ll be all right? As soon as the vault door is opened, private soldiers will come in. And report it to the Imperial Guard…”

Then.

Pit-

A white light descended from above and enveloped Bikir and Bartolomeo.

On the other hand, the wounds on Bikir’s body heal quickly.

“Quaaaaaagh!”

The wounds on Bartolomeo’s body began to get worse.

It’s like being burned by fire.

“Will people believe you after seeing this?”

Dolores was standing on top of a mountain of gold coins, radiating white light.

She was shining Bartolomeo with the ‘Mirror of Truth’, a prize she received after winning the college league.

In the small mirror, you can clearly see the true face of Bartolomeo.

An infinitely deep and infinitely black evil. That is its true nature.

“……!”

Bikir quickly turned his head away from the mirror.

Dolores, too, did not bother to find out the identity of the Night Hound.

and soon. Bartolomeo started laughing.

“Huhuhuhu…… Yes. You’ve prepared a lot.”

The figure that had just been screaming in agony is nowhere to be found.

Bikir retrieved the knife and ran away.

Tsutsutsutsutsutsu…

A dark aura wrapped around Bartolomeo’s whole body and floated it into the air.

Dekarabia on Vikir’s chest warned in a low voice.

[The play is over. The sixth poem is trying to reveal its true colors.]

“I know that much when I see it.”

Vikir squeezed Dekaravia again and put it into her chest.

yet.

The sixth demon descended on the golden hill in front of Dolores with an uneasy expression and Vikir with a calm expression.

< 'Sixth Time' Belial >

Risk Level: S+

Size: ?

Discovery Location: ‘Serpent’s Womb’ in the depths of the Gate of Destruction

– also known as the ‘Sixth Corpse’.

One of the ten plagues leading to the natural enemy of mankind, incomprehensible and unkillable.

“Your body and your barn will boil your teeth.”

– 『Ten Commandments』 10:上 –

Belial, the lord of greed and lies.

It was the appearance of the sixth protagonist who led the era of destruction.