Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 51

Episode 51 Husband Hunting (6)

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Something peeks this way in the dark.

The even heavier nongam that oppresses the darkness cast its shadow on the sea of trees.

Deeper, denser, heavier and darker, ‘it’!

It must have been drawn by the light and turmoil of the battlefield created by the Baskervilles and Morgues.

“Ma ‘Madame Eight Legs’ has arrived.”

Balak’s warriors are visibly bewildered.

Seeing that the brawlers, who did not know anything about fear, were trembling in fear, the warriors of Morgue and Baskerville were also able to guess the seriousness of the situation.

Vikir, in particular, already knew something about the existence peering over from beyond the darkness.

The incidents and accidents that I saw, heard, and experienced countless times in the jungle of the Red Mountain and the Black Mountain before returning.

And Bikir remembered the words of an old aborigine he had once chanced upon while drifting out of luck.

‘The Eight-legged Madam’.

A piece of legend like a ghost story.

It was a story about an unprecedented fear that lurks at the bottom of a rotting root hole at the bottom of a sea of water.

“……Hush. Don’t make a sound.”

Bikir covered Camu’s lips in his arms with his hand. And whispered in my ear

“He’s an old man with sensitive ears and skin, even though he can’t see well.”

light and sound. Guys are sensitive to it.

Jaws… Jaws…

From beyond the tangled skein of roots in the sea of trees, noises that seemed to be out of this world could be heard.

It was like the uncomfortable groans of an old man or the agony of a drowning man in the last moment of his life.

Fluffy rustle –

soon there was the sound of stiff, dense hairs being brushed here and there.

If you guess the scale, it is estimated that what is approaching here now has a truly enormous size.

Even Morgue Adolph of the world was unable to figure out which species the monster that was lurking in the darkness belonged to.

“A new type of monster that didn’t exist in the monster dictionary? But how could a monster like this not be discovered yet?”

Adolf’s question was quite reasonable.

However, Bikir, who knew how large and vast the sea of red and black mountains was, had nothing to say.

However, he only reproduced the information from the monster dictionary, which had become more perfect through several revisions, even from the knowledge from before the return, that is, from the current version that Adolf knew.

‘Madame Eight Legs. A monster of the extinction class. A being that will grow into an even more terrifying monster in the next 10 years.’

Risk level S.

The degree of risk that a single entity can destroy a nation.

There is no chance of winning if you fight that monster head-on.

Even this place is the base of the flood, isn’t that also late at night!

…soggy! Drip-patter-pattern-

Something sticky from up there, leaves and fallen leaves drip onto people’s heads.

The droplets of mucus that fell simultaneously in various places gave the illusion of drizzling rain.

…

static.

perfect silence.

In the flood, I hadn’t heard a single grasshopper from earlier.

and at this moment.

The veteran swordsmen of the Baskervilles, the seasoned mages of the House of Morgue, and the valiant barbarians of Balak all fell into mere insects.

Everyone was frozen in place, unable to breathe.

I hope that the huge nightmare hanging over the sky will pass quickly.

Right then.

“Ah ah ah ah!”

A shrieking sound was heard.

Bikir quickly turned his head.

There, you can see Camus standing there with her eyes wide open.

“…isn’t it me?”

She is drawing an X with both hands as if there is no further nuisance.

Bikir let out a sigh of relief.

It was Ahhun of Balak who was screaming shrilly.

“Over my head! Madame’s poison!”

Ahhun was running around shaking his hair.

Was it because he quickly cut off his hair with a knife?

Tsutsutsutsutsutsu…

Only Ahhun’s hair that had fallen to the ground was melting.

However, just because they avoided the rushing stream, they could not avoid the tsunami that came after them.

‘It’ started responding to the screams.

Thick darkness descends sharply on Balak’s warriors.

Ayen quickly grabbed Ahhun by the back of his neck and ran.

“You idiot! If you weren’t the eldest son of a shaman, you’d be fine!”

Ah-Hun, unable to say a word to the snarling I-Yen, just cringes.

Eventually, Balak’s warriors began to scatter and spread throughout the sea.

“Let’s run too!”

At Adolph’s words, Morgue and Baskerville’s pursuers also retreated.

However, there were some differences in the manner in which the coalition of Balack and Morgue Baskerville retreated.

Not one of Balak’s warriors fled in the same direction, but one by one.

Meanwhile, Morgue and the Baskervilles all fled in one direction.

And this slight difference helped determine ‘it’.

Pasasasak-

The sound of the sharp blade-like leaves of the water sea bending so easily.

A huge ball of hair was coming this way, breaking through the dense foliage and thorns.

……Indeed, at a tremendous speed!

puck! Fuck! Knock-thump…

A dull noise is heard from everywhere.

It was the sound of swordsmen and wizards being crushed by an unknown attack.

“Oh my God! What the hell is that!”

Adolf was constantly spouting astonishment as he ran with his Camus on his back.

Staffordshire also runs forward, hugging the Baskerville triplets.

The triplets, who had just been hit by an unknown attack and were knocked out, were glaring at ‘it’ behind them with both eyes open while bleeding from the corners of their mouths.

Right then.

“That’s it.”

Bikir stopped in her seat.

If we go on like this, everyone will die.

Whirik-

Bikir turned around from his seat.

Seeing this, Camu exclaims.

“Bikir! What!?”

She takes her breath away.

Vikir waved his hand briefly at Camus without turning around.

“I’ll buy some time.”

‘It’ is not an opponent that can be fought while hiding its power.

And this crisis was the perfect moment to legally step away from Opportunity Hugo’s watch.

Vikir instinctively sensed that the time had come to realize his long-conceived plan.

death. and camouflage.

When a hound dispatched to the scene dies, surveillance and control over it completely disappears.

In my head, the theory of the 10-style swordsmanship of Baskerville was already memorized. Mana and Aura are also slowly recovering to the state of their previous lives.

All it takes is time. In a place where no one’s eyes can reach.

This Suhae is a suitable place to hide and improve your skills, so when the right time comes, you can leave here and return to your family.

“No! Bikir! Please come back!”

Camus weeps and cries out.

Bikir calmly turned his back on the mournful cry.

In the distant future, when he is not inferior to Hugo, at least when he can completely hide and control his skills, if he returns to his family, he will probably be treated as a hero.

There was also the justification that he had sacrificed himself for the daughter of the House of Morgue.

Bikir adjusted his posture.

‘If I don’t do my best, I will die.’

In the first place, he had no intention of fighting with all his might against an opponent who would surely die if he fought against him anyway.

Just how much can you create a spleen beauty. That was the point.

Bikir bravely blocked the front of ‘it’ with a sacrificial attitude.

‘If you continue like this, everyone will die’ ‘I’ll stop you for a while, so everyone run away’ ‘Tell my family that I was brave at the end of my life’… I didn’t bother to avoid the lines.

Even if you don’t, it seems to have been well communicated.

“…nephew and son-in-law.”

Adolf bit his lip with a sad expression as if he had no face.

His lips are bitten so hard that the corners of his mouth bleed, but he must return to his family as soon as possible to save his poisoned nephew.

“……young master.”

Staffordshire, carrying the injured triplets on her back, also looked back at Bikir with trembling eyes.

Finally Camus.

“…”

Her face covered in tears and snot, an expression that couldn’t bear to speak anymore, her throat twitching, and she stretched out her hands toward Bikir and struggled.

It’s just that Adolf’s strong forearm blocks him and prevents him from moving forward.

“good.”

Bikir drew his sword with his back to everyone.

yet.

“Don’t let my nephew’s sacrifice be in vain!”

Adolf cried out desperately as if vomiting blood.

Before long, the survivors of the House of Morgue and the House of Baskerville began to run away from ‘it’.

“…”

Bikir confirmed that everyone was walking away.

yet.

Pasasa sasasak –

‘It’, approaching at a fast pace, pierces through the darkness and leans in front of Bikir.

at the same time.

Vikir exploded all the power he had been hiding until now.

Mana increased exponentially after receiving the protection of the river Styx.

An aura that has become much more sophisticated thanks to the newly learned Baskerville style upper swordsmanship.

In addition, the rare demonic sword Baalzebub pierced through the wrist and exposed its long teeth.

…Puffer puffer!

A jet-black aura red like blood and dark like the abyss began to rampage like a demon at the tip of Baalzebub.

It soon produced as many as five gigantic teeth and retreated towards ‘it’.

Jaaaaagh-!

A cry of surprise from the monster. A scream filled with pain.

Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwam!

A flash of light exploded as if a huge sun had fallen.

The aura that Bikir emits with all his might has forcibly brought dawn into the dark sea of water.

I didn’t see Adolf and Staffordshire, who were only focused on running forward… but I saw Camus and the triplets, who were hugged by them and looking at the rear, clearly through the exploding beams of light.

…Sparkle!

Vikir’s ridiculous power that explodes the aura of an intermediate grader.