Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 473

Episode 473 Tochika Extermination Battle (3)

The battle is getting fiercer and fiercer.

The hands of the clock, which depended on Tochika’s fate, slowly sank and pointed to four o’clock in the afternoon.

Jjoeok-

A bottle of poison with a huge body was cut in half.

Barrymore’s butler, who saw the Marquis de Sade waving his whip and shaking off the blood, clapped and said,

“You’re still great.”

“Pussss- still? Do you remember my old tricks?”

“Honestly, I’ve seen it more through books and papers than through the naked eye. Again, it’s more than a record.”

John Barrymore. Loyal to the Baskervilles for as many as four generations, he continued by cutting through numerous poisonous soldiers with the sword in his hand.

“It’s strange.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, not me, but everyone gathered here is under the command of the Marquis. To think that once, the people who fought over the empire’s flickering will join hands.”

Deacon Barrymore, while answering Marquis Sade’s question, was knocking down poisonous people one after another in an undisturbed manner.

Meanwhile, Bikir, who saw that, opened her mouth a little.

“I didn’t know that the butler had such great swordsmanship skills.”

“Heh heh- Even if you look at it like this, he has a lot of bones in dogfighting. When I was young, there were many times when I fought head-to-head with the family head. At that time, I had a slightly better win rate.”

After all, in passing, I had heard the elders of the Baskervilles, looking at Barrymore, say, ‘Then that asshole became a man’.

‘Is it a case of getting older and milder?’

Looking at that decent mustache now, it’s unthinkable.

Bikir thought as he split the head of the giant poison bottle blocking his way like a watermelon.

On the other hand, there was emotion in Barrymore’s eyes when he saw Bikir.

“You’ve grown up really well, young man. I still have fresh memories of the day I picked out the chocolates from the food warehouse… The head of the house will surely be delighted.”

“…”

As soon as the word came out, Vikir quietly turned her head.

Where is Hugo now, with all the power of the Baskervilles here?

Then Barrymore, who received Vikir’s gaze, naturally smiled.

“The family lord is coming this way right after gathering all the regular troops. He’s on his way through the civil war zone, so he’s a bit late compared to the other troops who took a detour…” Then

.

Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwam!

A loud noise erupted, obscuring the conversation between Bikir and Deacon Barrymore.

A bottle of poison was torn in an odd way, and annoyed voices collided on both sides.

“How dare you cut it, you crazy bastard!”

Sadie. Demonized with Belial’s eyeballs, she screamed sharply.

And in the direction where her axe eyes widened, another woman was seen standing.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were a human child. You won’t be able to do that until you radiate demonic energy like that. Be careful of the blind knife.”

It was Isabella La Baskerville who handed Sadie an apology that was not an apology.

The leader of the Doberman Knights belonging to the Baskerville family, she slashed again and cut down the poisons.

It was a slash that didn’t care at all, even though Sadie was right next to him.

Sadie, who ducked her head a short distance away to avoid Isabella’s knife, gritted her sharp teeth and growled.

“Oh Hora-To get rid of me with a blind knife? This ugly year is still a dog.”

“Then you still have a bad horse.

“Ho-ho-ho-why did you recommend such a traitor’s lineage to the Imperial Arrest Team? As your successor?”

“It’s my lifelong regret to have taken over for a human like you. It’s a stain.”

Isabella seemed to be trying to erase a stain on her life in the middle of a melee.

Of course, Saadi too was eager to kill her old predecessor.

Right then.

…Fuck!

A rocky spear that suddenly protruded from the ground separated Saadi from Isabella.

A poison bottle that fell from the sky hit the ground and was nailed to the air without even seeing it.

A sneer was heard at the two of them as they lost a few strands of their bangs and backed away.

“It’s a shame. I wish they both died.”

Suware was standing where Sadie and Isabella’s eyes were directed.

The eyes of the three women collided in one place.

“Hohoho- what kind of Themiscyra Women’s University reunion is this? Did three of our classmates get together?”

“Alumni? Trash bitches don’t dare mention the name of my alma mater.”

“It’s nice to see the faces of my old dorm roommates after a long time. Living in the deep sea was so lonely that I didn’t like it.”

Sadie Isabella Suware.

Three classmates who graduated from Themiscyra Women’s University with excellent grades and walked their separate paths.

One became a rare villain that shook the empire, the other became a count supporting a great family, and the last one became a symbol of guarding the worst prison.

……but.

These three, who thought they would never see each other after their careers changed, were now working together in one place.

It’s about struggling to survive.

Jjoeok –

The giant poison bottles fall one by one, and small poison bottles fill their place again.

As the corpses piled up, the ground became higher and the red death became more and more powerful.

The hour hand is now pointing to 6, and the Germans are getting more and more.

Or maybe it’s because there are fewer allies, so it looks more like that.

“…”

Even at this moment, Bikir stood at the forefront and was silently cutting down the poisoners.

It was unknown how long the blessings of the priests would last.

Right then.

Bikir spotted a familiar face not far away.

Pretty old Baskerville. I have known him several times before and after returning.

A hound that was the same age as the owner, Hugo.

‘Was his name Pavlov?’

Among those with the same middle name, I remembered him because he was a person who survived for a long time in his own way.

Pavlov Van Baskerville.

He struck the poison mark with a knife that had lost its teeth and turned into a saw blade.

Kwajik-

The knife, which was swung like a hand-made blunt weapon, made a dent in the poison man’s head instead of cutting it off.

Doesn’t he even have a handful of mana to ignite his aura?

When Bikir is about to move to help Pavlov.

…Fuck!

A spear from the front pierced Pavlov’s abdomen.

“hey!”

Bikir hurriedly ran over and supported Pavlov’s limp head.

“Don’t lose your mind!”

Bikir calls out urgently, but Pavlov just stares blankly at such Bikir.

Before long, his mouth drew an arc.

“You are a good person. You are.”

“…”

“But that’s okay. I’m going to do my job. You do yours.”

After speaking, Pavlov took one last deep breath.

And now he let out a breath that he couldn’t breathe again.

“A high-ranking Leviathan appears ahead!”

It was a loud cry that reached the ears of everyone on the battlefield.

“……!”

Everyone, including Bikir, looked ahead.

In front, a thicker fog than anywhere else was spreading red.

And the existence that appeared through the fog had a look that Bikir was familiar with.

Floros this time. aka ‘Lying Leopard’.

It was looking down at Bikir with a grotesque grin on its left hand that had grown grotesquely long.

It was a self-evident fact that the beast that had just thrown a spear at Pavlov was Flauros.

[You guys are the end.]

Flauros, who had led an enormous number of poison soldiers, passed Bikir and was looking at the wall of Tochka beyond.

[It’s a miracle that I couldn’t eat a sip of water and endured until now. But no matter how much I frown at God, the limit is clear. Now it’s time to realize the reality, bugs.]

If it weren’t for the last remark, there might have been quite a few people who sympathized with Flauros’ words.

Before long, a huge number of poison soldiers began to push through the front lines.

“Retreat! All retreat! Enter the castle and lock the door!”

The Marquis of Sade shouted in a rare urgent tone.

Warden Orca, who was guarding the wall, also gritted his teeth.

yet.

Pupperpuppung!

The huge legion of poison soldiers grabbed the claws and began to stretch.

The small poison soldiers climbed up the large bodies of the poison soldiers and climbed up the wall.

“Sprinkle with oil! Light the fire! Pour all the gunpowder you have! Archers and firemen, hit all the stocks! There’s no point in saving anything anymore!”

Orca and Sade’s instructions coincided.

Everyone in Tochka stopped the hordes of poison soldiers who were rushing in.

……Of course, the result was not enough.

The Germans climbed up the wall with their help, and the corpses formed a huge embankment.

Now the wall has turned into an uphill road with a gentle slope.

“……It’s over.”

Sindi Wendy, who was watching all this from the watchtower, muttered in a cracked voice.

Having not had a sip of water for several days already, she felt defeat.

Of course, it was also something that everyone fighting on the front line felt more and more clearly.

Fuck!

Tudor staggered as he watched the red blood spurt from his forehead.

Now the tears of the saintess are also losing their power.

The flags fluttering all over the place were torn to pieces long ago.

A dark shadow was cast on the faces of the knights.

Priests also started crying instead of praying.

The heads of the Germans were protruding one by one in front of the wall where the red death was overflowing with evil spirits.

“…Is this really the end?”

Amman, even the epic of a brilliant and splendid great hero has an end.

Tudor grinned, his vision blurring.

I was thinking that the end of the fierce oxidation in front of the world dyed black and red would not be too bad.

……It was then.

right!

A small noise knocked on Tudor’s ear.

It was audible miraculously clear, amidst all the roars of popping and tearing.

Ta-evil!

noise again.

It was the sound of small stones flying.

A stone that flew from the air hit the forehead of the poisoned man who had his head sticking out from the wall.

“……?”

Tudor turned his head.

And soon, I had to open my two eyes that I could not open well.

Soft…

I saw a girl who was trembling like an aspen tree and yet not backing down at all.

Tudor remembered the girl’s face and name.

‘My name is Sammuah! Could you tell me the name of the benefactor?’

‘My name is Tudor. There is no last name.’

A girl he saved in a small rural village he stopped by one day.

‘Shammua’ A common name meaning ‘God has heard’.

Now the child was throwing stones at the Germans, standing on top of the wall.

“Mister Tudor! I’ll help you too!”

Tudor, hearing the girl’s cry, put on a dazed expression.

Bianca sarcastically stood next to him.

“When did you flirt with him?”

“Is that so!? It’s dangerous, so we have to get them to retreat… Huh!?”

But Tudor couldn’t put his words into action.

It was because he was faced with the grim expression of a family who appeared behind the girl before he knew it.

And behind the family, a village There was a whole group of people,

and behind them I could see all the refugees who had flocked to Tochka standing with indignant looks on their faces:

“Let us fight too!” ”

We ca n’t just be protected!”

I can do it!”

“I’m a veteran after all!” ”

I ‘ll repay you for sharing food and drinking water!”

“Protect the night walkers!” The men

began to come out.

The men picked up the wooden poles and spears, even the fragments of stones scattered in the ground.

The women nursed the wounded and at the same time brought the drinking water they had been saving despite the famine

. A structure that can block the attack.

Poisonous people who wanted to cross the wall began to roll down again due to the rainwater pouring down with stones

. ……!……!”

A little light returned to the eyes of Xindi Wendy, who oversaw all supply and procurement on top of the

watchtower .

It was the beginning of an unexpected counterattack.