Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 484

Episode 484 Marquis of Discord (2)

First City Andras. Another name is ‘The Marquis of Discord’.

Its wings with white feathers are even sacred at first glance. The head of a crow, the eyes of an owl, and the lower body belonged to a wolf.

In his hand, he was holding a sword that was blazing with fire.

A destroyer who is always full of dissatisfaction.

A being who hates everything in a harmonious state, loves trouble, and is with chaos.

Chaang-

Bikir took Baalzebub right away.

however.

[Whooping-what are you so wary of? There’s no need for that.]

Andras was still smiling the whole time.

[I just revealed my real face to have a sincere conversation. If there’s something we’re hiding from each other, we can’t have a conversation, right?]

“…”

[We both have our own goals. And they don’t conflict with each other. So put down the knife for now.]

When the situation reached this point, Vikir had to feel absurd.

It is the first time that the devil does not fight even though he has revealed his true face.

‘……If I had been a decent demon hunter, I might have been fooled.’

But despite Andras’ kindness, Vikir is not fooled.

The reason was that there was a memory before returning.

Marquis of Discord.

A demon that roamed the battlefield with terrifying momentum and blew off the heads of countless great heroes of the Human Union.

Even though it has a friendly smile right in front of you, it is basically a vicious existence among monsters.

While Vikir thought about this and that in her mind, Andras sighed in exhaustion and opened his mouth.

[This is the first time I’ve shown my real face and not fought, right? But I can’t help it because I want to talk. I’m at a disadvantage.]

“…”

[Now then, can I continue what I said earlier?]

Andras’ eyes radiated light.

[As I said before, the world has become much more stable since you died. I can return you to the original world and bring back at least some of the characters in your memory.]

But.

“There is no way to bring the dead back to life. Even a demon cannot violate the providence.”

Bikir’s attitude was also strong.

“The devil kills. That is providence.”

Hounds hunt. Do not talk to your prey. I learned that.

So the conversation ended here, and the only thing to share from then on was the knife.

…Sparkle!

From the beginning, Bikir exerted all his might in the swordsmanship.

Baskerville 8 meals. Buncheon’s teeth gathered in one place and created a dark sun.

Kwaji support!

The hard throne was shattered like tofu being crushed.

It was quite an empty statement for a place where the supreme beings had resided for the past few decades.

[this. Can’t we help it come this far?]

Andras swung a flaming sword.

A slash like hot flames flew in and headed for Bikir. There

was

a deep crack where Bikir escaped, and it soon began to melt away.

The Baskerville Type 8 and the flames of Andras clashed fiercely.

The atmosphere was shattered, and mana was broken in places, creating glowing cracks.

[Sorry. Half of it was true.]

Andras smirked as he pushed the knife-pointed Bikir.

Half truth and half lie in seduction. He knew very well that this would deflect the demons’ basic drunkenness.

“You guys are basically the beings who came to this world to make humans their food. Dealing with them is absurd.”

[Do you think so? I’m rather against it?]

“…?”

Bikir frowned.

Then Andras opened his mouth as if it was natural.

[The devil can rather make humans prosper. It’s widely beneficial.]

“Nonsense.”

[it is not so. You are misunderstanding our purpose.]

Andras still seemed to have not given up on trying to persuade Vikir.

[Do you know the beast called ‘chicken’?]

“……?”

Who doesn’t know chickens?

As it is one of the most familiar domestic animals to humans, it is natural.

Andras asked again.

[You humans breed, butcher, and eat chickens. What will the chicken think about this? Are they really happy?]

“It can’t be.”

[no. they will be happy If you look at it from the point of view of the whole species, not one individual.]

Andras continued.

[I mean chicken. Before being bred by humans, they were much smaller and weaker beasts. If it had remained, it would probably have gone extinct without surviving. Since they are small and weak, most of them must have been hunted and killed by other animals as soon as they hatched from the eggs.]

“…”

[But after humans chose chickens as livestock, the population of chickens increased exponentially. It boasts a greater population than any other bird. From the point of view of the species as a whole, wouldn’t this be a fairly efficient choice?]

“What do you mean?”

Bikir’s blade cut through the air again.

Andras avoided it and approached Vikir’s ear.

[Aren’t humans also weak and weary beasts? How many things make human life painful?]

“…”

[War, wild animals, famine, drought, flood, wildfire, starvation, disease. On top of that, people like you have to fight, compete, fight and win… It’s hard to find a house to live in even if you try hard enough to live in it, it’s too much to raise a child, and taking care of your old parents is about to break your back.] ”

. ..”

[A bottomless race in which the person you want to breed is always taken away by a competitor with good looks and wealth, and you have to work hard day and night to get good grades in all kinds of tests and evaluations that society demands. But was there always only happiness at the end of the race? It’s not.]

“…”

[Did you want to be born in this world? no. It’s something you were ‘born’ by your parents. In this rough and lonely world. Like this, humans are pitiful beasts who are forced to die after being born by force.]

Andras jumped back and jumped back.

Then he sat back down on the shattered throne and stretched out his arms.

[The lives I mentioned before are better, though. Most human bodies die shortly after birth. Do you know the imperial infant mortality rate? That’s over 80%. In this world where the average life span of an adult is in their mid-30s, even if they are born safely, most of them end up going to orphanages. Even they die before reaching the age of ten due to war or disease or starvation. Did you see the reality of the orphanage where Dantalian was? At the aristocratic school, volunteer work at the nursery became a mandatory course.]

Dark energy was gathering around Andras.

Bikir sensed an unusual misfortune and cut them with his sword.

However, the black mist swayed in the wind and enveloped Andras’ body even more thickly.

[Human beings are truly pitiful beasts. If you have the desire, you should also have the ability. Sad beings who have intellect but know how to recognize only deficiency with that intellect. Lust, appetite, greed, jealousy, anger, indolence, arrogance… The self wandering without fully satisfying any desire only feels inferiority, debt, and defeat in an unequal and absurd society. Occasional happiness is only a state in which those dissatisfaction have been resolved for a very short time.]

A beast that is forced to be born and forced to die.

It’s hard when you’re young, it’s hard when you’re grown up, and it’s hard when you die. Life is always hard and heavy.

[So I suggest,]

Andras said with a smirk.

[The vast majority of human beings suffer from poverty and starvation and die before the age of 30 or 10. In that case, wouldn’t it be happier if humans were reduced to the devil’s livestock?]

“Bullshit.”

[You might think so. But do you think so of the children suffering in the orphanage, or the children who died in the back alleys before entering the orphanage?]

Andras continued, blocking Vikir from slashing.

[If you become the devil’s livestock, humans will be guaranteed a healthy life of over 100 years on average. You can mate with anyone you want, reproduce, and live a full and warm life. In a world where there is no disease, war, or starvation, you can live while fulfilling yourself happily. And when you reach the age of 100, you sacrifice your soul to the devil and your body is slaughtered. Just as chickens No. 7 and No. 8 chickens are divided according to their growth period. How is this different from the ‘salvation’ god you guys are talking about?]

In the thick darkness, Bikir felt Andras’ gaze contemplating this side.

In the dark, its mouth rips red.

[There was a being who first suggested this to humans a long time ago.]

“…”

[That’s what ‘God’ is.]

Andras giggled and continued.

[Of course, that god is much more evil than me. The slaughter was carried out according to the slaughter, but the promised happiness and peace were not given at all. They even take people who aren’t grown up at will, right? Well, since human farming has been such a bountiful year, it’s understandable for them to behave so arbitrarily. For me, it’s just that I don’t understand you humans who are unilaterally keeping all contracts even though they are being violated.]

“What are you saying?”

[What? I just want you to know that I have a good offer for humans. And that I must find my younger sister to make this proposal possible.]

After Andras finished speaking, his face changed to that of the 1st crown prince.

Emperor’s eldest son. The enemy of the royal family.

He is now anxiously looking for his concubine’s half-brother.

[If you help me, I can make you the general manager of the system, the emperor. Just like the old Golding family did…]

However, Vikir once again cut off Andras’ offer.

“Where did you learn the bad things?”

[…… What?]

“That logic of yours. Isn’t it a trend that was popular in the Warring States period a long time ago? It’s a logic that would have worked only in the disappearing ‘Magic Suzerain’.”

Bikir raised the point of his sword.

The end of his gaze was aimed at Andras.

“The human desire for development and the instinct to rise cannot be imprisoned in the livestock system. No matter how confined it is, it will eventually break through like an awl in a pocket. That is human.”

The demon sword Baalzebub shoots out an aura with the tip like an awl.

…kwak!

The throne completely collapsed.

Andras emerged from the thick dust cloud, spreading his wings.

“The devil kills.”

[That’s great. I can’t understand the language.]

Vikir’s sword and Andras’s sword crossed fiercely in the air.

Vikir thought as she removed the sparks and flames that spewed from Andras’ sword.

‘…It’s fortunate that there is no Asmodeus in Chilgita.’

A demonic sword that was Andras’ swearing-in season before returning.

What a surprise I was when I first saw that knife in Nouvelle Vague.

The demon sword Asmodeus was now in Kirko’s hands, so it was safe.

Bikir burned all the aura at the end of Baalzebub.

And Andras, too, was gathering darkness thick enough to swallow Vikir’s aura into his grasp.

[good night. If you don’t want to sign a contract… I’ll make you want to do it.]

At those words, Bikir had to be very nervous.

Even though he doesn’t have a sword, the demon’s unique psychic powers are threatening enough.

And now, at once, Andras was trying to use his unique ability.

[Soon you will beg for a contract yourself.]

It was the moment when the power of being at the peak among the demons who led the era of destruction was clearly revealed.