Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 406

Episode 406 Prisoner (4)

Vikir fixed her eyes on the knife in front of her.

I couldn’t say for sure about the identity of that knife, but there was definitely something to point out.

An unprecedented great demon whose notoriety spread beyond the demon realm in the distant past to the middle world.

Seven ancient demonic constellations, also known as the ‘Seven Plagues’.

And the remains of these seven demonic constellations were left in this world in any form, whether material or notional, and despite being in a position where they could no longer interfere with the law of cause and effect, they retained some of the power they had in life.

One of them was this sword ‘Baalzebub’.

‘But besides this sword, there are six more.’

Bikir thought as he looked at Baalzebub’s red blade protruding from his right wrist.

The seven swords made from the remains of the seven demon constellations were called ‘Seven Demons’ by humans.

This Baalzebub is one of them.

……And that sword in front of me was also one of the demonic swords included in the chilgwita.

Demon Sword Asmodeus. A vicious sword comparable to the demonic sword Baalzebub.

It is one of the final weapons carried by demons in the latter half of the War of Extinction in the distant future.

‘It was one of the feasts of the name of the First Poetry. But I thought it would be here now.’

Vikir looked at the demon sword Asmodeus in front of her and thought.

And the current owner of Asmodeus, the black tongue, was looking at the wrinkled blade with eyes that seemed possessed by something.

“Once upon a time. There was a leech that I loved… No, now that I think about it, it might not have been a leech. Well anyway.”

The black tongue was explaining how he had obtained the demonic sword Asmodeus.

“He had a great desire to suck blood. He was very greedy.

The black tongue laughed as it kissed Asmodeus’ blade.

“So I tricked him into putting him in solitary confinement and then starving him to death. Suware had a hard time then, maybe?”

“…” ”

But this guy. Maybe it’s because he’s so strong that he didn’t die no matter how long he was kept in solitary confinement. Instead, he didn’t even wake up in hibernation. It just dried out.”

As a result, the leech, which had turned into a hard stick of meat, was sharpened with a black tongue against a whetstone.

“The meat powder came out a lot. But as a result, it was forged so sharp. What is it? It looks like a real knife, doesn’t it?”

It is surprising that the remains of the demon constellation did not lose their desire for blood for a long time even after they were separated from the body of the deceased, but it is even more surprising that there is a madman who grinds them up and turns them into swords.

‘This is how the demonic sword Asmodeus was born.’

Bikir marveled at the madness of the black tongue.

However, it is just admiration as an audience watching the show, and the hound is just watching the prey with his usual lazy gaze.

“You’d better be careful. That sword won’t serve an unqualified master. It’ll take advantage of the opportunity and eat it up.”

I saw many cases before the regression.

Humans and demons alike, everyone fell prey to that knife.

But Bikir’s warning was not taken for granted.

The black tongue grinned and listened to Asmodeus.

“This guy still wants blood even after being this little bitch. Yes, he strongly wants your blood.”

It was as it was said.

Asmodeus drank the blood from his black tongue and was swelling up.

Shaking like crazy, wanting to run towards the Bikir in front of me!

yet.

Caang!

The two swords collided together.

“…”

Bikir swallowed a moan at the weight passing through his wrist.

I don’t know how big the meat is, how dry it is.

Obviously, the volume was small, but the weight was enormous, and its sturdiness far surpassed that of most metals.

Just as a large piece of meat becomes small and hard when it dries up.

Kiriririk-

Moreover, the sword itself bends at a strange angle and penetrates the gap.

It was like seeing a leech mad with the blood of the vampire itself.

Peruk-

Asmodeus bent like a whip, avoiding friction with Baalzebub.

Puffer Puck!

The moment Bikir’s Baalzebub stabbed the black tongue’s chest, the black tongue’s Asmodeus also stabbed Bikir’s thigh.

“Kkeaaak!? You damn bastard! You should protect your master before your rice bowl!”

The black tongue screamed, but the mouth remained smiling.

madness. Indeed, the master is the sword.

“…”

Bikir frowned.

Even though the sword is running rampant, it’s all taking a route optimized for killing.

Also, the black tongue also had considerable swordsmanship skills.

Perhaps, with simple fighting power alone, it might be at the level of crushing Colonel Dordium or Colonel Suware.

Tsutsutsutsutsu……

Bikir tried to raise the power of hunger that dwelled inside Baalzebub, but it was somehow inferior to Asmodeus’ ability to devour blood.

Moreover, Asmodeus was also gulping down Bikir’s blood, which contained Madame’s poison.

“You’re a nuisance.”

Bikir stepped back and spoke briefly.

The black tongue smiled and followed Bikir.

“Are you scared? Are you afraid? Why are you running away?”

“…”

Bikir withdrew silently. It was a route back the way we had come so far.

But the black tongue wouldn’t let Bikir run away.

“Fear blinds the eyes and ears my friend.”

at the same time.

grasp!

The arm of the black tongue bent a little more grotesquely.

“……!”

Bikir saw that Asmodeus, who had let go of Baalzebub, was also bent at an even worse angle.

The black tongue smiled.

“Isn’t it obvious? The more blood they suck, the more flexible they become.”

Dry jerky becomes softer as it absorbs water.

So did Asmodeus.

Asmodeus, who twisted his body in a more prodigious way than the previous trajectory, attacked Vikir’s face as it was.

“……!”

Bikir quickly turned his head to the side, but the black tongue’s mysterious swordsmanship succeeded in pushing Asmodeus deeper and deeper.

Kwadeuk!

Bikir’s ears were ripped out entirely.

It was so severe that even the organs such as the cochlea and the semicircular canal were pulled out.

“Kuh-”

A moan escaped from Bikir’s lips.

It hurts even if a cotton swab went into the ear just a little bit deeply, but the pain was indescribable because the whole thing was torn and pulled out.

Tsutsutsutsutsu……

The basilisk’s regenerative power quickly repaired the wound, but it took time to regenerate even the complex organs within it.

Swaying –

When the inside of my ears got messed up, my sense of balance and distance naturally got ruined.

At the staggering Bikir, the black tongue opened its mouth wide below the ear and rushed at it.

It was a smile full of madness.

“Whoop whoop whoop- die the night hound!”

I swung the knife at the black tongue that clung like crazy.

What a bummer!

The deaf blade swung back and forth, left and right.

But none of them touched the black tongue.

No, far from reaching it, it flew away in the wrong direction.

“Whoop whoop whoop! This has gone completely stupid!”

The black tongue laughed at Bikir, who swung the knife in the wrong place.

…bang!

A black tongue slashing at Bikir, his body more than twice as big as before due to the excitement.

The leeches covering his body were bubbling as if to represent his excitement.

The black tongue sat atop Vikir’s body, salivating and taunting.

“It’s a big deal since there’s a commotion like this? Dordium or Suware might come. Oh, maybe the old Orca might come directly. How are you? Are you nervous? Are you sweating? Are your eyes spinning?”

but.

“Um. That shouldn’t be the case.”

I don’t know if it’s Dordium or Suware, but Orca is burdensome.

Bikir gave a short answer to the smirk of his black tongue.

“I’ve invested some time in coveting leeches, but I don’t think I’ll have time to play with them anymore.”

The moment he made a puzzled expression, as if asking what the black tongue meant, Bikir raised his left hand.

“…!?”

The two eyeballs of the black tongue dilated as if they were about to burst.

The leather sack full of the eggs of new leeches was in Bikir’s hands before he knew it.

“Enough then.”

Bikir said a brief farewell.

at the same time.

…kwak!

Something happened in the hallway.

The walls and ceiling of the hallway were cracked, following the trajectory of the slashes Vikir had just swung.

So-so-so-so-so-so-so-so!

One section of the corridor was completely cut down. Flubber slime that covered the outer walls of the building, too.

“……uh?”

The black tongue instantly felt the floor, or even the entire space, move.

As if a piece of cake had fallen off, the entire space where the black tongue had been located moved away from the hallway.

The New Wave is a castle in the deep sea. Of course, in the direction where the pieces are heading, the far-off seabed of the deep sea is waiting.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak

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“Ugh!? It’s something like this! Just swim and come back!”

The black tongue struggled with its limbs, greatly embarrassed by the sudden drop into the sea.

at that time.

“……!”

The black tongue saw.

A hound preparing to leap towards him, the seasoned veteran’s eyes.

“You’re annoying…”

Bikir exploded the power he had been saving toward the black tongue that was pushed out into the sea.

Baskerville 8 meals. black sun.

An extremely concentrated aura forms a black sphere that absorbs everything.

…currrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

The approaching seawater created eddies and swirled, and the black tongue caught in the center became immobilized.

And the hound, who had the perfect advantage, delivered the final sentence.

“Get lost.”

It was straightforward.