Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 432

Episode 432 The Lion King (3)

Es la misión del verdadero caballero. Su deber. ¡No! Su deber no. Su privilegio.

-That is the duty and duty of a true knight. no! It is a privilege, not an obligation.

Soñar lo imposible soñar.

– To dream the impossible.

Vencer al invicto rival

– Overcoming an invincible opponent

Sufrir el dolor insufrible

– Enduring unbearable pain

Morir por un noble ideal.

– To die for a noble ideal.

Saber enmendar el error

– know how to correct mistakes,

Amar con pureza y bondad.

– To love with innocence and good will.

Querer en un sueño imposible

– fall in love in an impossible dream

Con fe una estrella alcanzar.

– Reaching the stars with faith.

A romantic poem that only appears in chivalric literature.

The person who recited it was a nobleman with beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes.

Don Quixote La Mancha Pasamonte.

He raised his white face and looked at his nephew, Tudor, in front of him.

“Who taught you this favorite poem of yours?”

“…”

Tudor fell silent.

Dolores Sancho Piggy Bianca Sinclair knew.

From the first time they met as freshmen at the Colosseo Academy, Tudor liked and recited chivalric literature and heroic epics.

Among them, I especially liked that phrase.

Pasamonte opened his mouth with a sad expression on his face.

“Haven’t you learned half of your chivalry from this uncle. But what a tragedy this is. Trying to stab your uncle in the back who gave you all his love. What immorality is this?”

“…”

Tudor didn’t open his mouth this time either.

Pasamonte continued.

“Give me that Gungnir. It’s too dangerous for you, who are still young, to handle. Until you grow up and become a full-fledged knight, I, your guardian and uncle, will take care of it and keep it. Now-” A white palm spread out in front of my eyes

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Then Tudor opened his mouth.

“You couldn’t get rid of Gungnir stuck in your father’s body until the very end.”

“…”

“Because this is a family relic that only responds to those who are qualified to become the head of the Don Quixote family.”

Tudor lifted the Shinchang Gungnir and lightly tapped the floor once.

It’s heavy, but it’s so sturdy.

Gungnir’s spear blade was forged as sharp as Tudor’s determination.

Eventually, Gungnir fired blue lightning and aimed it at Pasamonte.

“Did you intend to capture me alive and make me pull out Gungnir?”

Gungnir would not have reacted to anyone if Tudor had not touched him directly.

Then, did Pasamonte need Tudor to get his hands on this divine spear, which can be said to be the symbol and mark of the family head?

At Tudor’s sullen words, Pasamonte winked one eye at Tudor.

“It’s similar to my intentions. Only half of them. Well, there was a purpose like that.”

Then he spoke in a tone full of laughter.

“To be honest… I haven’t been in a good mood these past few months, nephew.”

“Don’t call me nephew. You disgusting devil.”

“Oh- Have you ever seen such a fool who wouldn’t let you call your nephew a nephew? Okay, then what should I call you? Umm~ Tudor-kun?”

Pasamonte withdrew his outstretched hand towards Gungnir and smiled.

However, unlike the smile on his lips, the voice that came out of his lips was filled with deep regret.

“The reason why I felt bad was because I lost the body I had been preparing for over ten years in vain at the end.”

“……!”

Everyone’s eyes widened.

It was clear what Pasamonte was talking about.

Window King Don Quixote Cervantes.

The devil was planning to discard Pasamonte’s weak body and replace it with the strong body of Cervantes.

However, Cervantes displayed superhuman mental powers and destroyed his own body before being taken over by the devil.

From the completely broken Danjeon to the divine spear Gungnir that pierced through and was sealed tightly.

Cervantes, as a final stand, made the devil unable to take anything.

“At most, I borrowed a dock from the Leviathan. I thought he would take advantage of the moment he took a second glance at the end and commit suicide. It was a perfect moment for the word ‘one loss’.”

Pasamonte said with a deliberately sorrowful look and gesture.

“Cervantes, in the end, we couldn’t get his hands on either his soul or his body. This is such a tragedy. …But!”

Soon, his blue eyes turn black.

The excessively dilated pupils were like holes leading to a deep abyss.

The feeling of being dragged into a bottomless abyss just by looking into your eyes.

The dizziness and nausea made the bodies of all night walkers stagger.

Starlight, moonlight, all the light that human emotions twinkle are sucked into that black darkness.

Nothing. No, into that terrible void where you don’t know what might be lurking.

Pasamonte looked at Tudor with those eyes and smiled wide enough that the corners of his mouth touched the lobe of his ear.

“…But that’s okay! Younger and fresher than Cervantes, and with even more outstanding qualities! But here’s a body that hasn’t yet been completed and has high potential for future development!”

Only then did the Night Walkers learn what Pasamonte was really after.

A body with top-notch qualities comparable to the spear king Cervantes, but much younger, with a bright future and endless potential for development.

Even mentality is comparatively much more immature and weak, perfect for devouring.

Yes.

After Pasamonte failed to take Cervantes’ body, he was now aiming for Tudor’s body.

‘Why are you trying to capture Tudor and me? If the purpose is to remove static, you can just go with your head up, right? Wouldn’t it be much easier that way?’

[I don’t know! Really! You didn’t tell me!]

There was a reason why Pedro avoided answering Bianca’s question by saying, “I’m going to die.”

I don’t know if he knew or didn’t know.

‘……It was a trap!’

Dolores bit her lip.

The cavalry of the Don Quixote family, which had been attacked by only a few. A brainwashed brainwashing somewhere. loose boundaries. The darkness that appeared so easily.

All of this was Pasamonte’s inducement to lure Tudor into nature.

‘If it was Vikir-nim, I wouldn’t have gotten involved in this trick.’

Dolores blamed herself, but that didn’t change the situation.

In any case, you must do the best you can. It was an unfavorable fight from the beginning, so nothing changed.

‘Let’s fall into a wide place for now. There are knights who have been brainwashed outside of their nature, so if they work together, there is a good chance…’

But Dolores’ thoughts were cut off in the middle.

“Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Tudor suddenly charged at Pasamonte with Gungnir.

Booung-

Fast like lightning and heavy like a tidal wave.

Tudor’s blow was aimed at Pasamonte’s heart.

“Ow. It’s more than I imagined? The solidity of the bones, the elasticity of the muscles, the freshness of the intestines. It’s a really good body.”

Pasamonte turned sideways to avoid Tudor’s spear.

Right then.

Puffup!

Bianca’s arrows flew and lodged in the wall.

“Ha!”

Bianca, like Tudor, was running rampant.

Strangely, not only Tudor and Bianca, but also Sancho Piggy Sinclair.

“Ughhhhhhhhhhhh! My body is on its own!”

“Something! I feel like I can do something! There’s no evidence, but…!”

“I feel an inexplicable uplift. This, this, something is wrong.”

After listening to her colleagues, Dolores realized that she, too, was mistaken.

‘Come to think of it, I’ve been thinking that it’s worth sticking with me from a while ago. no way!?’

Dolores raised her head hurriedly and looked at Pasamonte.

Then I see Pasamonte’s grinning smile.

“Did you notice now? I have the ability to make others reckless.”

Reckless, like a frog trying to compete with a bull.

Pasamonte got his hands on the Donquixote family with this brainwashing ability that makes the other person act recklessly.

In the first place, from the time Pedro discovered the fortress of the night walkers, the devil’s cunning abilities were manifested.

The night walkers found the castle of Don Quixote on their own feet as if possessed by something, and now they are forced to surrender everything to the terrifying devil.

‘Ah, Bikir-sama’s warning was right!’

Dolores was deeply remorseful.

Before leaving for Newvag, Vikir gave brief information about the abilities of the Ten Sangshis.

However, the ability of the devil is truly mysterious and strange, so there are many cases where you do not realize that it is a superpower even if you experience it yourself.

The night walkers were confused, not knowing where they had fallen for Pasamonte’s scheme.

Maybe coming here wasn’t the devil’s trick? After that, it becomes uncontrollable chaos.

And the devil never misses the moment when humans lose insight and fall into confusion.

“Now then, since you’re moderately confused, shall we try to break your spirit in earnest?”

In order to occupy the body, the mind must first be shaken. It is the basic of the basics.

Tsutsutsutsutsutsu…

Pasamonte stretched out his arms.

Then, I wondered if there was an incontinence on the floor, and soon a thick and deep crack formed and collapsed the floor.

Cranky! Kurrureung!

Something began to rise through the thick darkness beneath the floor.

Its true identity is the terrible malice itself that rises to destroy human hearts and minds.

“…!?”

Dolores Tudor, Sancho Piggy, and Bianca Sinclair’s faces turned blue for an instant, seeing what lurked beneath them.

Abyss beneath the floor.

Beneath it was a landscape that would inevitably be traumatic for any student who had ever attended the Colosseo Academy.