Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 483

Episode 483 The Marquis of Discord (1)

A palace with an area of about 5 square kilometers.

The largest and tallest building in human history, the Imperial Palace is the result of over 100,000 magicians and over 1 million labor over 14 years.

It consists of a total of six palaces, and Shihuangjeon, which rises in the innermost center, shows the true height of architectural beauty.

A splendid, magnificent and lofty place.

The first crown prince was currently staying here, where the emperor should have been staying.

And the hound that came back from the raging storm and windstorm stood in front of Shihwangjeon with its wet body.

Bikir.

Baekjeon Veteran, who had crossed countless lines of death, looked up at the signboard of Shihwangjeon with a bitter expression.

A target I was once blindly loyal to. ultimate master. A majestic existence that even the world’s Hugo was loyal to.

But now this place is just the devil’s playground.

Kwak!

Bikir mercilessly broke down the massive front door and entered.

In the past, it was a serious crime that would have been executed right away, but now no one could argue with such a thing.

no-man’s land. Daejeon is devastated as if people were cut off a long time ago.

Vikir passed through the chilly central hall and went straight inside.

Before long, the throne of the emperor comes into view.

There was a man sitting on a throne at the top of the gloomy steps, looking down at Bikir.

Red hair, pale skin. Inexorably stretched eyes and a high, sharp nose.

The little sun of the Empire, the 1st Crown Prince ‘Golding Jack Meridue’ was sitting there.

Unexpectedly, he smiled broadly and waved at Bikir.

“Aigoo- you’ve been through a lot since you’ve come a long way. Demon hunter man.”

Contrary to what it looks like, the tone is casual, but the meaning contained in the words is by no means ordinary.

Vikir didn’t answer, but Prince Meridue continued speaking in a pleasant tone alone.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t serve you a cup of tea after coming here all this time. Everyone is dead. I’m the only one in this vast palace? It’s so lonely.”

“…”

“Isn’t this the first time we’ve seen each other? I think I’ve sent out several citations. The first time was when I rescued the daughter of the House of Morgue from the enemy and the Black Mountain, maybe?”

“…”

“Yeah- what was the name of that girl from the House of Morgue? Camus? That’s right, it was Camus. She had a pretty face and a nice figure. She was talented as a girl. “” “…” “Ah, the words slipped to

the

side. Anyway, I thought you were dead then. Of course, come back alive and well. I did. And when was the next time? Was it when you wrote your dissertation on killing ants at the Colosseo Academy?”

“…”

“K-At that time, I wanted to meet in person, but I was rejected in the end. Maybe it was because I was disguising my identity, right? Right?”

“…”

“I wanted to go to the Colosseo Academy to check it out because I wanted to be that friend of the Baskerville family, but I was so busy with work that I forgot about it. If I had known this was going to happen, I should have visited and met him then, right? Huh- ”

As the chatter continued, Bikir raised his hand to interrupt the prince.

Tung-

Bikir pulled the chain and placed the coffin on the floor.

The prince smiled at the coffin Bikir was carrying.

“What is that coffin? To enter directly? I came at the risk of death. What is it?

“I have come to end the war.”

At Bikir’s words, the prince pouted with a comical expression.

“End the war? Oh, are you talking about civil war? Seriously, why do you keep looking for your missing brother?”

“…”

“Yeah, I’ve heard of Leviathan or something. It’s a pity. But the second prince pushed by the other powers has long since disappeared. I’m the only one with the direct lineage, so who will become the emperor?”

“…”

“Why don’t you rather come under me? It’s better to be a founding contributor than to be the leader of the traitors. Isn’t it a bit like being stigmatized as a usurper?”

The prince’s words were indeed strange.

A sense of alienation that is so far removed from reality.

Lines that didn’t fit the situation and atmosphere were endlessly flowing, just like the typical symptoms of schizophrenic patients.

Bikir finally showed his teeth at the continuing alumni response.

“I am not interested in quarrels between humans.”

“Oh? A declaration of neutrality? But isn’t it human beings who have no choice but to side with one side in the end?”

“That’s right. That’s human. So it can’t be the devil’s dog.”

Bikir’s words were decisive.

[…]

Using the dialogue just now as a turning point, the black and white masturbation in the prince’s eyes changed color.

The voice, too, began to change eeriely.

[Whoop whoop- Yes. Let’s stop talking nonsense while we know each other.]

“…”

[Ah, but before that, one more thing. How did the Kraken break through? He is a rare species that is hard to find even in the depths of the realm. Originally, I was going to make it into a spirit beast, but I just released it into the sea.]

“…”

[Did you fight that spider by any chance? Hey~ Then that picture would have been nice? It’s hard to see such a great fight between giant monsters even in the mainland. When did that little spider get so big? Did it become like that by absorbing miasma and morale, which are signs of destruction? No matter how much I thought I’d grow taller than my mother…]

The prince, who reveals his true colors but is still talkative.

Of course, Bikir had no intention of joining in with such chatter.

4 meals that come out like breathing.

Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwam!

Bikir’s sudden slash shattered the throne.

[Oops! why is this Did you really come to fight?]

But the prince didn’t show any fighting spirit.

He tried to calm Bikir by waving his hands as if he was genuinely flustered.

[okay! okay! Let’s talk!]

“Devils kill…”

[Devils kill! Right? I understand everything, so calm down for a moment! I prepared a conversation topic that will be interesting to you too!]

The prince was still talkative.

Then he came up with a story that would bring Bikir to a halt.

[you. I called.]

“……!”

Bikir’s eyes widened slightly.

The prince, who did not miss the timing, immediately continued.

[I am the one who brought you back.]

Vikir fell into confusion for a moment.

……The return to kill the devil was caused by the devil?

Logic that makes no sense at first glance.

However, the prince seemed to be serious.

[The reason I wanted to bring you back with me was because I had something to ask.]

“Ask something?”

[Yes.]

The prince nodded and opened his mouth in a serious tone.

[My little brother. Where is it?]

Bikir’s eyes narrow at that question.

The prince continued with a shy smile.

[I thought you knew who my brother was and where he was. Because when I looked into the future, all I could see was my dying brother. It means that the last bond that your brother left while dying was connected to you.]

“…”

[And there was only one scene in the future that saw you go back. Me waiting at the imperial palace and you bringing the coffin. You definitely said ‘I brought your half body’. So I waited silently. As I predicted, you should bring information about my sister to this place.]

The point is simple.

Andras knew that his brother and Vikir had a bond.

And he foresaw that if he returned, someday he would bring information about his younger brother.

That was the beginning of all of this.

A bizarre psychic ability to see the future.

All descendants of the imperial family, who inherited the blood of the first emperor who was a prophet and astrologer, have this kind of uncanny ability.

‘I’m sure Hohenheim of the Mage Tower I met in the old college league said that.’

So, there was a high possibility that the words the prince was talking about were not lies.

The moment Bikir thinks like this.

‘……He’s a good person.’

A strange hallucination passed by Bikir’s ears.

It was a voice I had definitely heard several times before.

It was a voice that brought back memories from before returning.

And the moment Bikir heard the hallucination, the prince’s expression changed drastically.

[okay. The first emperor’s blood boils. oh – see you again My brother’s future. In the words of my brother who died miserably!]

“…”

[I can tell. You must have something to do with my brother. Who is it? where are you? Just tell me that.]

The prince repeatedly asked.

But Bikir didn’t answer that question.

“Why should I answer your question? What do you really want?”

[You are stupid. What is the reason why the older brother is looking for the younger brother.]

“Don’t make any modifications.

The first poem of a heteromorphic demon. It is impossible to take his words literally.

At Bikir’s reply, the prince sighed heavily.

[It’s as you say. My body is split in two Putting them together is my ultimate task.]

“…”

[Of course, I didn’t think you would just cooperate with me. That’s why I also thought of a reward for you cooperating with me.]

Eventually, the prince opened his mouth.

[I know because I have seen the future. That you are involved before my brother’s final regression. So you just have to tell me the identity and location of my sister.]

“…”

[In return, I promise you one thing.]

Eventually, the prince held out a mirror in front of Vikir.

“……!”

Bikir opened her eyes wide.

Inside, the world after the destruction spread out.

Bushes began to grow again on the burnt ground.

It rained and the seas and rivers reappeared.

Few people see it.

They overcame their miserable past and spread their descendants again to rebuild a happy life.

Of course, among them were familiar faces that Bikir knew.

They were comrades who crossed the line of death together.

Inside the mirror was the original world. The original world where Bikir lived before returning.

said the prince.

[After you died, the world worked out in its own way. In the last war, demons lost and humans won. Although the human world has been devastated, the surviving beings are cultivating the land again.]

“…”

[But it’s not that easy. Too many heroes died during the War of Extinction. Few people know how to handle mana anymore. They need a powerful hero who can handle mana.]

People who overcome pain and rebuild happiness after the end of the era of destruction.

If Bikir can return to the world he originally lived in, he will be able to make a huge contribution to humanity in the original world.

[Who is my brother. Where are you now. just let me know If so, I will return you to your original world. And I’ll let you see the faces of the people you miss again. I might be able to bring back some of the characters you designate. Of course, it would be impossible to revive the entire human race, but at this level, it is possible enough.]

It was an unconventional proposal.

however.

“refuse.”

Bikir cut off the prince’s request for a deal without a single word.

And the prince continued talking without even a moment to put on a surprised expression.

“I know very well that you do not have the ability to do that. ‘Andras’, ‘Marquis of Discord’.”

and at the same time.

[……It’s amazing.]

One corner of the prince’s mouth began to curl up.

yet.

Kurreuk!

Black flames wrapped around the prince’s whole body.

The man’s fur had been burnt away, revealing the hideous malice lurking within.