Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 337

Episode 337 Classroom (5)

Bikir pushed Sinclair back.

“…How much mist did you drink?”

Sinclair was so distraught that he couldn’t even answer basic questions.

‘Anyway, the body temperature has recovered moderately. He’ll come to his senses if I leave him alone.’

Bikir put Sinclair on the floor, turned off the lights, and came out of the burrow.

Sure enough, when I came out of the sawdust hole, I saw two gigantic hands penetrating the darkness of the ceiling.

A hand covered in blue scales. It probably belonged to the owner of this kennel.

-Titling!

[The owner of the kennel wants to check the condition of the collection]

[Target: Human 1 (♂)]

[Target: Human 2 (♀)]

.

.

At the same time as the unpleasant notification sound.

Ku-gu-gu-gu…

The shadow cast by the blue hand approaches Bikir.

The other hand was just hovering over the sawdust, probably looking for Sinclair hiding under a layer of sawdust.

‘I can’t leave it like that.’

Bikir took out a knife.

A dark red aura drips down the surface of the demonic sword Baalzebub’s blade.

…Sparkle!

A sharp thrust flew like an arrow and hit the blue grip.

The aura on top of the blue scales created countless sparks, just like when iron collided with iron

.

But as expected, the grip only flinched slightly, and it didn’t look like it was seriously injured.

Coo-gu-gu-

gu- Now, even the hands who were looking for Sinclair joined in catching Bikir.

Two clutches surrounded Bikir at high speed and drove him to one side.

At that point, Bikir took out all the candies in his pocket.

< Bikir >

-LV: 1 (%)

-Title: ‘Worm Rat Hunter’ ‘Hell’s Vendor’ ‘Daylily Lumberjack’ ‘Magic Executioner’ ‘King Assassin of the Black Sea’ (NEW) -Stat ↳Strength

:

300

↳Agility : 284 (+16) = 300

↳Stamina: 300

↳Physical Resistance: 1

↳Magic Resistance: 1

↳Reflexes: 1

Let’s eat all the candies of Agility that we’ve been saving so far, and all three basic stats are set to 300. .

…pop!

Movement speed is much faster than before.

For an instant, confusion arose between the two hands that were moving by predicting Bikir’s speed.

And Bikir was aiming for just that gap.

“Now it’s your turn to act.”

[Nuclear Nuclear-]

As Bikir stretched out his left hand, the young madam, who had been waiting on his wrist, spewed cobwebs from his mouth.

It shot out quickly and clung to the back of the approaching blue grip.

jump!

Bikir tugged at the web and soared into the air.

The huge hand floating in the air was getting closer.

Then, Dekarabia, who was hanging from his chest, spoke as if he was worried.

[human. Are you okay? The dragon’s scales are thick and hard. It’s highly likely that it’s impossible with your current strength… Didn’t the cut fail before?]

“It’s okay. It’s not about grabbing.”

Bikir pulled the web and climbed up.

Then, as if embarrassed, I stepped on the back of his hand with the grip that was about to step back.

Chin-

Bikir, who landed on the blue scales, tapped it lightly with his hand.

As a result of pouring a little mana into it, the blue scales covering the back of the Dragon Demon’s hands were much lighter and harder than normal metal, and had good elasticity.

‘Certainly, whether it’s a sword or magic, I can’t make a single scratch with a moderate attack.’

There’s no way he’s capable of a graduate level. A head-to-head match is inevitable.

Bikir finished all judgments in a split second.

…Sparkle!

The slash broke out once again.

The dark red aura flowed down the blue scales and passed through the back of the hand to the forearm and beyond to the darkness beyond.

Ku-gu-gu-gu-gu-gung…

Eventually, a loud vibration began to occur.

The two grips quickly slipped through the ceiling and disappeared.

The cobweb that Bikir had attached had already been cut.

Decaravia said urgently.

[this! Missed it! Even the cobwebs were cut, so it’s a big deal. Now, how do I escape this kennel?]

“Wait.”

[What are you waiting for! It’s over when you die, but I might have to spend the rest of my life in Amdusias’s tower! Aww! Besides, it’s a dragon demon’s laboratory!]

Dekarabia struggles with all sorts of fuss.

But Bikir was still unconcerned.

Despite losing the grip of the Dragon Demon and even breaking the spider’s web, there was not a single wave of agitation.

What Bikir is just silently watching is the ceiling. The location where the dragon demon’s grip appeared and then disappeared.

[……? human. It’s already late. How can anything change just by looking at Amman…]

When Dekarabia was showing a puzzled look.

…knock!

An immediate response came from the ceiling.

…knock! …knock! …knock!

Raindrops falling little by little.

It was like the drizzling rain that fell to take away body heat.

……But if there is something different from then.

It

was that it was pouring like crazy all of a sudden.

[What is it? Why is the water suddenly like this?]

Dekarabia looked absurd.

But Vikir nodded as if he had expected all of this.

“The slash I fired earlier was not an attack on the dragon horse.”

[…Then?]

“They attacked the precipitation device above.”

I could clearly see Bikir every time the grip went in and out.

A sight that was revealed every time the darkness lifted.

It was a curiously shaped device, apparently serving as an outlet for rain from above.

“I don’t know if it’s a device that extinguishes the fire inside the kennel or simply makes it rain to drop the body temperature. But…” Bikir

looked around as he was caught in the maddening rain.

“It’s sure to be the only way to get out of here.”

Sawdust absorbs water and swells.

But much more water was pouring down than the sawdust could absorb.

Kururrureuk …… slap-

Naturally, the water gradually began to rise in the kennel.

Wheels, buckets, rice bowls, etc. were gradually floating on top of the water.

“Now that the grip is gone, it’s time to get Sinclair out.”

Bikir flung herself toward the sawdust burrow dug on the high ground.

right at that moment.

…thud!

Bikir felt a terrifying shock crush his body.

It was the fist of the Dragon Demon, who thought the blue hand was gone!

Judging from the fact that he struck down with his fist rather than his hand, it seemed that he had no affection for the collectables.

‘Well, at least it hurts the body, so there’s nothing to see.’

Bikir gritted his teeth and stood up.

Kku-goo-gu-guguk…

The fist of the Yongmain is pushed up little by little.

however.

bang!

Before long, a second hand appeared and grabbed the wrist just above the fist.

Even Bikir couldn’t hold out for long this time.

Woojijikjik!

There was a loud burst of snapping and snapping sounds from Bikir’s knee.

Fortunately, the floor was covered with water and sawdust, so it was only possible to avoid blood clots.

[human. What would have happened if it wasn’t for me?]

Dekarabia, who is blocking his fist, boasts in an arrogant tone.

“…”

But Vikir didn’t even have the energy to reply.

The muscle fibers and veins in the lower body are all bursting and disconnecting, then connected and connected by the power of the basilisk, repeating infinitely.

And since he was Dekaravia, who was already eating a lot of mana, he wasn’t sure how long he could keep the shield of this reverse pentagram.

‘……Shouldn’t I have invested the rest of my stats in strength instead of agility?’

But if it had been, I wouldn’t have even had this opportunity in the first place. In the first place, he couldn’t have avoided the joint attack of the two hands.

So Vikir clenched his teeth and pushed up Dekaravia’s shield with all his might.

Accordingly, the dragon horse is also trying to kill Bikir by giving strength to both hands.

‘It can’t be helped.’

Bikir decided to use the last resort.

Picaresque mask. After using this to turn into a dog, he escapes the eyes of the Dragon Demon and returns to the den to bring Sinclair out.

And escapes out of the kennel by taking advantage of the rising water.

In order to do so, he had to dodge the fists of the Yongmain, who were pressing down with the momentum to crush his entire body.

Also, Sinclair, who may drown in the cave, must be saved quickly…

Just when Bikir is about to put a mask on his face.

“……Brother?”

A voice that should not be heard at this moment.

Sinclair poked her head out of the sawdust burrow ahead, her eyes wide open.

Swordsmanship, not archery.

A blazing red aura.

Plague doctor mask covering the face.

Spider on shoulder. A shield shaped like an inverted pentagram.

A black aura unique to the River Styx that rises from its body.

Sinclair’s body started shaking again. This was not a phenomenon caused by body temperature.

“…Ah, no. Brother? No?”

“…”

Sinclair desperately denies reality. But Bikir’s answer does not come back.

Ku-gu-gu-gu-gu-gu-guk!

The pouring rain, the overflowing water, and the fist of the dragon demon pressing down on the whole body.

Bikir too had to make a choice.

do you tell the truth Isn’t it?

And in front of such a crossroads, Bikir has always pursued a single-minded answer.

“……Yes.”

Bikir’s dry voice echoes through the damp air.

A word that made Sinclair’s pupils tremble mercilessly came out of Bikir’s mouth.

“I am the night hound.”