Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 434

Episode 434 The Returning Hound (1)

[…Devils kill.]

Bikire muttered in a low voice.

The graduates of the Colosseo Academy, including Dolores, were delighted to see such a Bikir, but soon realized.

That’s not Bikir. Fragments of the dream world that could not be dealt with when Amdusias was removed 4 years ago.

The remaining thoughts that remained within it are nothing more than copying Bikir’s form.

“…but even so.”

“You really look just like Vikir.”

Tudor and Bianca broke into a cold sweat.

While everyone has undergone a lot of changes, both internally and externally, over the past 4 years, Bikir in front of you is still the same as he was 4 years ago.

“Looking at it now, Vikir is really young too.”

“Did you hunt those scary demons with that young body?”

Sancho and Piggy groaned too.

“…”

“…”

Dolores and Sinclair were silent.

However, sadness, affection, and longing were deeply imbued in their eyes as they looked at the remaining thoughts that were once part of Bikir’s unconscious.

but.

Soon there was something that shattered everyone’s sorrowful feelings.

[……Devils kill!]

Bikir’s remaining thoughts.

The ego, which had once been a part of Bikir’s inner self, began to swing its sword in this direction.

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

A terrifying slash flew in and swept the land.

Everyone, including Dolores, hurriedly dodged, feeling their hair grow soft.

Yes. Now was not the time for them to sympathize with Bikir.

No matter how devastated Bikir’s inner world was, at the time he was an absolute strongman who had risen to the level of a sword master.

“Uh uh uh- why are you attacking us!?”

“Ugh, is it because I’ve been trapped here for the past four years? It’s very aggressive.”

Because Tudor and Bianca were in the front, they were the first to be attacked.

Kwagigigigigg –

If you look at the teeth tearing in all directions and flying, you can feel the feeling of being a small herbivore being hunted by a huge beast.

overwhelming fear. A feeling of coercion that cannot be resisted. Instinct screams like mad. Run away right now!

Kurrureuk-

A fierce storm of teeth. An aura like blazing flames.

Only a terrible void was burning in Bikir’s eyes tearing through the gap.

It was a terrifying look that reminded me that I had to avoid it, but had no will to fight.

[……Devils kill.]

Wildfire hatred toward the devil.

However, the object that the hatred burns away is not just the devil, but everything in the world.

“…Well, because there are only demons in this world. It moves so that it kills everything it encounters.”

Dolores gritted her teeth.

You can guess how much burden and responsibility Bikir carries by looking at the scale of the peaks and mountains that rise behind him.

Perhaps ordinary human beings have lived their lives carrying burdens on their shoulders that they could not even dare to guess.

‘I felt that from the first time I saw the Hound of the Night.’

The feeling I vaguely felt from his back as he served the sick in the slums.

Dolores was clearly reconfirming that at this moment.

Meanwhile, Sinclair was analyzing the Bikir in front of her in detail.

“That’s probably what it looks like.”

“That? What is that?”

“…Humanoid monsters that live only for battle. The crystallization of residual thoughts that are created when noble knights turn black.”

To Bianca’s question, Sinclair broke into a cold sweat and answered.

“I mean the Death Knight.”

At that, everyone raised their heads to see Bikir’s face.

“……one two three four five six. . ….. seven. …… eight.”

And I counted the number of teeth Bikir was currently baring.

During the Naraksu Incident, Bikir fought with Amdusias on equal footing.

At that time, everyone clearly remembered the trajectory of his teeth drawn by his sword.

8 pieces. That was the number of teeth Bikir had drawn.

And the number of teeth drawn by Bikir in front of me right now.

“……nine.”

9 pieces.

Bikir in front of me was swinging the tip of the sword and drawing as many as nine teeth.

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

The slashes that spread out in nine lines grabbed the whole earth and the jangcheon and tore it to pieces.

disorder to disorder. However, its destructive power alone is truly formidable swordsmanship.

“Ugh! You have to survive by avoiding things like this? In this already barren world?”

“I can see why the fragments of Amdusias dried up earlier.”

Tudor and Bianca hurriedly backed away.

Baskerville Type 9.

For some reason, Vikir’s residual thought, which was able to use it, let out a terrifying killing blow and bent his head left and right.

…awesome! …Ouddeuk!

No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t belong to a living human being.

It seemed that the fragments of Vikir’s ego had awakened to something extraordinary after suffering endless battles and suffering while wandering this ruined world.

“I have no choice but to fight.”

Dolores bit her lip and said.

Dig!

Before long, a holy wall blocked Bikir’s way.

[……?]

Bikir’s remaining thoughts startled at the energy completely different from that of the devil.

however.

Kwak!

There are no exceptions. Death Knight is an existence that destroys everything that gets in its way.

Baskerville 4 meals. Four slashes pounded Dolores’ defenses.

“Brother!”

Sinclair also participated.

Raising the veins of gold beneath the ground, she added her own golden barrier to Dolores’ divine barrier.

Ku-Kung –

A terrifying shock rips through the barrier and burrows into it.

That moment.

“……!”

“……!”

Dolores and Sinclair felt a surge of intense emotion burrow into their hearts.

And Tudor Sancho Piggy Bianca, who removed the fragments of her aura, had to feel the same.

Every time blood spurts from swords facing each other, the waves of emotion rush in as if cutting through the heart.

It is a wound of the heart that Bikir has suffered throughout his life.

It was not physical, but a total of emotions such as pain and solitude, hatred, loneliness, sadness, and loss.

“……!”

Everyone focused only on the visible pain, but did not see the emotional shadows that lay beneath it.

Everyone’s hearts were filled with the determination that Bikir had always had and the past that he reviewed over and over again by chewing the cud.

empathy. in the true sense.

Dolores Tudor Sancho Piggy Bianca Sinclair found out.

The solitude of those who were raised as hunting dogs in all kinds of discrimination.

The sense of loss of losing the only comrades with whom one attached affection.

The sorrow of being betrayed by someone you trusted.

The dejection of being abandoned and executed by a loyal master.

The helplessness of having to watch so many people I wanted to protect die like garbage.

Lost, tortured, fighting, biting, dying, killing, struggling.

……Yes, I struggled. A life that always struggled.

bastard. The child of an abandoned concubine. So half middle name.

Since he was not born with a surname such as ‘Ra’ or ‘Re’, which his half-brothers in the family freely receive, he had to work hard several hundred times more than others. Despite this, he had to live a lonely and painful life.

This is the life of a night hound.

This was Bikir’s past life, which was in line with the war-like era of destruction.

Jureuk –

Tears flow from my eyes without anyone saying it first.

His whole body was being torn apart in the whirlwind of the slash, but what hurt more than that was his heart.

“Does Bikir live with these feelings in his heart?”

“……I can’t believe it even after experiencing it with my body.”

“How can you overcome these experiences?”

“Really what! How can a human do this!”

Tudor Sancho Piggy Bianca is deeply disturbed by the inner feelings of a colleague she has only just come to know.

Sinclair, who was building the barrier, was also biting her lip so hard that it bled.

‘I didn’t know that my older brother’s past would be like this.’

To be honest, she only thought she was the saddest and loneliest person in the world.

But right now, I can understand that I am being hit by a knife of emotions that pushes through my whole body.

I’ll know for sure

‘Now is not the time to think of things like dating.’

‘……’Now?”

‘?’

‘It’s not now, is it? ‘for now’ anyway. Then, after Hyung-ah achieves his goal, will he have some time to spare?’

‘My goal is in a very long and difficult place. It’s still a long way to achieve…’

‘I know. If someone the size of my older brother could say this, it must be a really grand ambition. Then, one day, when my older brother achieves everything he wants.’

‘…’

‘Can you accept me then?’

How immature and immature those words were at the time.

What burden did it put on him?

‘……If such a day comes.’

And how heavy-hearted and sincere the answer was that I thought it was simply to escape the situation without much thought.

Meanwhile.

“…”

Dolores managed to hold back the trembling of her hands and feet.

‘Bikir! cheer up! You are a strong person!’

She shouted inwardly as she faced the storm of slashing attacks before her eyes.

It’s fortunate that those slashes right in front of me were just driving without a goal. If it had been a little more accurate, this barrier would have been torn like a sheet of paper.

She moved carefully between the swords.

The sword that penetrated the wall left a long line of blood on her body, but Dolores did not give in.

Before long, an artifact was pulled from her chest.

mirror of truth. It allows you to reveal the true face of the object you are shining.

Dolores wanted to show this to the remaining thoughts of Vikir, who lost her self and ran amok.

I wanted to help people see what kind of person they are and how valuable and shining they really are.

at that time.

Like a lie, the storm of slashing stopped for a while.

Dolores took out a mirror as a final act toward the still standing Vikir.

Paat-

Eventually, Bikir’s image appears in the mirror.

The face of a man whose lines were slightly thicker and thicker than the youthful face of four years ago was facing Bikir’s remaining thoughts.

Sincerity. Straight. strong belief. A face that shows something like strong determination.

Dolores smiled faintly as she felt her body loosen up.

“Yes. This clean and tall figure. This is who you really are,”

she said with sincerity.

If I could just lighten the burden of this lonely man in front of me, even if it turns to dust at this moment…

…

…. ..but..

reality went a little differently than Dolores had imagined.

“I know,”

said Vikir in the mirror,

”

? ”

Was there also?’

But her thoughts didn’t last long.

Sigh-

The palm quietly covered the mirror.

That’s right. Dolores couldn’t pull out the mirror because her hand was weak…

Then, what is the Bikire in front of her right now? Dolores

once again raised her head and looked closely

at

the

front .

Another Bikir facing .

“It’s been a long time since everyone else.”

The image of him handing out a short reunion testimony to everyone is without a doubt the person himself.

It is the real Bikir!