Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 73

Episode 73 Red Death (2)

The rainy season has come to the Red and Black Mountains.

Dark clouds covered the entire sky. This rainy season seemed to be a longer rainy season than ever before.

It was a record-breaking downpour that even the oldest man in town had never seen before.

The rivers overflowed wildly, and places that had not long ago been flat became swamps with violent torrents.

Everything in the flood was submerged in water.

……Except for Balak’s Village!

“Pull more and tie tighter!”

“Pull up the wooden fence!”

“Fix it firmly! Float away!”

Balak’s village, which had been located in the lowlands, was now in the highlands.

It didn’t change location.

I just made a house on the water after connecting the high trees and trees with planks and logs.

Situated at least 15 meters above the ground, these tree houses provided a cozy shelter while the world was flooded with river water.

Bikir was at the forefront of this massive civil engineering project that lifted the entire village up in the trees.

“…Fortunately, it won’t get washed away.”

Bikir thought as he looked at the river that had risen just a few meters below.

A bridge was built using ropes and wooden planks and logs between very tall trees, and the barracks were secured so that they would not be blown away by the wind and rain.

And down there, though it is now submerged, a drainage canal was dug between the trunks of the trees.

In some places, rocks and soil were piled up to create embankments and deflect the waves altogether.

Thanks to this, Balak’s village was relatively safe despite the flooding of the river.

A few men were putting up a rope bridge made of twisted vines between trees through the rain and wind.

They waved at Bikir as he passed over the plank bridge.

“Hey! Bikir! Thanks to you, our house is fine!”

“Thank you! Good thing I followed you!”

But Bikir did not answer their greetings.

Bikir only narrowed his eyes at the huge shadow slowly moving towards him from under the water below.

“Dangerous.”

Bikir gave a brief warning to the two men who were greeting him.

Hearing Bikir’s warning, the men looked down the bridge in amazement.

A huge shadow shimmered beneath the surface of the yellow-brown muddy water only three meters below.

yet.

…Fuck!

The water surface broke and something jumped out of the water.

It was a single catfish with a huge mouth over 5 meters in diameter!

Catfish jumped out of the water and immediately opened her mouth at the two men of Balak above.

It has often been since the fire broke out.

Water-type monsters with high spirits jumping towards their prey on the trees.

But the catfish couldn’t achieve what it meant.

“go away!”

Arrows fell like lightning on the tree trunks.

It was Iyen, who was covering the building of the bridge by his subordinates.

…splash!

When several arrows were pierced into the head, the catfish twisted and plunged back into the water.

Bikir hurriedly ran over the rope bridge and up the stormy trees.

“Catfish!?”

I looked down, but I couldn’t see anything because the yellowish-brown surface was already violently flooded.

Seeing Bikir frown, Ayen smiled brightly.

“That’s not a catfish.”

“What? Did you see him sticking his head out of the water?”

“……I guess I didn’t see the torso.”

I was afraid to finish Iyen’s words.

Eventually, the water surface on the other side cracked open, and something gigantic rose from below.

It was only then that Bikir was able to understand Iyen’s words.

The head was flat and the mouth was abnormally large, so I thought it was a catfish.

But judging from the ridiculously long body protruding out of the water, it wasn’t a catfish.

It was a huge snake.

< Monsieur Hushu >

Hazard level: A+

Size: 32m

Location of discovery: Red and Black Mountains 8th ridge

-aka ‘Snake of the whole body’.

It is a snake whose huge body is entirely made up of intestines.

Boasting a large mouth and appetite that can swallow even an elephant in one bite, and according to legend, the gigantic Monsieur Hushu, which has lived since time immemorial, can swallow a country whole.

It is famous for making no sound when it crawls on land or swims in water.

This huge snake of the species Monsieur Hushu raised its scales and hissed as if it were going to devour all the Balaks on the floating houses.

Iyen bit his lip.

“Sheesh. A dangerous guy has come ashore.”

That giant koji snake is a species that was born fast and strong, so it’s not easy to deal with.

Moreover, that object in front of me looks quite old and seasoned.

[Shhhhh!]

It opened its mouth wide enough to look like a catfish, revealing the densely packed teeth in its entire mouth.

Iyen quickly fired an arrow, but it was not easy to deliver an effective hit because of the smooth and hard scales and the pouring rain that obscured the view.

at that time.

“Snakes should be caught close.”

Behind Monsieur Hushu, there was a black shadow swaying like a ghost.

Bikir. Moving in a state of melting in the dark, he burned the back of the snake’s neck without the knowledge of mice or birds, and soon revealed his hidden teeth.

The demonic sword, Baalzebub, pierced through the artery in the wrist.

And the sticky aura of a senior grader dwells there.

Baskerville’s meat.

Six ‘daunting ambush teeth’ were extracted.

There is only one intention to inflict terrible pain on the other person!

The bloody aura emitted from Bakir’s sword rotates at high speed.

The hard snake’s scales shattered helplessly, and the soft flesh beneath them exploded and scattered as if they had been blown up.

[Kyaaaaaaagh!]

the snake screamed.

But Bikir didn’t care, grabbed the snake’s tongue and turned forward, and soon struck out one of the snake’s eyeballs with an awl.

The snake, with fatal wounds to the back of its neck and eyeballs, withdrew while spraying hot blood. Then he plunged his head into the water and started running away like mad.

No, it was more like being swept down by the rapids than running away.

“…”

Bikir pondered for a while on the chase, but decided it was impossible in such heavy rain and rapids.

“It was a waste.”

Before I knew it, Iyen came to the side and was wrapping a rope around Vikir’s waist.

Bikir and Ayen pulled the rope around each other’s waist and returned to the branch they were in.

Suddenly, all the villagers were watching Bikir’s battle with me on the wooden terrace.

“Awesome! Bikir! It was the best!”

“That big snake is called ‘Kaa’! He’s been known as the emperor around here for decades!”

“You defeated that guy! Great!”

The villagers cheered for Bikir.

Then Iyen became furious.

“You guys! Didn’t you see me shooting arrows!? If it wasn’t for me…!”

“Ooh-”

The children boo Iyen.

“Oh, this is why I hate kids.”

Ayen grunted and brushed off the river and rainwater that soaked his whole body.

Then he looked back at Bikir, who was dripping with water, and asked.

“You won’t get the red death just because it’s a little wet, right?”

“I don’t know. Go to the fire and dry yourself.”

Vikir quickly left, as if the fierce battle that had just occurred was all insignificant.

Seeing that people were cheering or not, Iyen steadfastly went his own way, and Iyan tried to say the words he had been saying for the past two years one more time today.

“pass.”

* * *

Bikir entered the barracks.

It was raining heavily outside, but inside the barracks it was bright and warm.

Although the skins on the walls were still shaking, they were firmly fixed with heavy rocks and strong ropes, so they were not blown away by the wind.

Bikir, who spearheaded this civil engineering project, became a hero to all the jungle tribes, along with discovering a way to prevent the red death.

……However, the hero is now deeply troubled.

It was because of work he had never done before and after returning.

“It’s cold!”

As soon as Bikir enters the barracks, the Dodo runs and hugs the Pomeranian.

Until then, he must have been squatting in the corner of the barracks, staring at portraits of his family.

Pomerian shunned everyone else, but only Vikir was very obedient.

He followed him around all day and didn’t want to be separated even for a moment, so he stayed close to Bikir all the time sleeping, eating, and taking a bath.

“……I need to eat.”

Bikir didn’t know how to treat the child.

So all I could say was this.

Before long, Bikir made a simple fire in the corner of the barracks.

Snails were crawling everywhere in the rainy season, so it was easier to get food than before.

Bikir simply steamed snail meat with butter and herbs made from cow’s milk.

Then, sugar made from sugar cane was mixed with cream made from bird eggs and stir-fried to make it oily.

The rest of the snail meat was seasoned with spicy spices bought from merchants before, and served with vegetables, it became quite edible.

“It’s delicious, Samchun.”

“Is that so? Your uncle is a good cook.”

Beside Pomerian, who was chewing on his cheek, was Iyan, who was naturally chewing on his cheek.

Pomerian followed Ayen after Bikir.

“Mom. Dad. It’s the same.”

As the Pomerian looked back and forth between Bikir and Iyen, Iyen rubbed his nose with his index finger.

“The kids are really nice too.”

“……Didn’t you just say you didn’t like kids?”

“When did I do that?”

Bikir put his hand on his forehead. The barracks are already cramped because of the Pomeranian, but since Iyen has come and is doing this, it is even more cramped.

“Don’t be too mean. But now you go out to pee.”

“…”

Seeing Ayen’s attitude again spreading her legs and gently shaking her leather skirt, she could only sigh.

Right then.

Whiiying-

The tent at the entrance was pulled back and the rain and wind leaked in.

A heavy stone was placed on top of the mat that served as the door, so there was no way it would fly away naturally.

Sure enough, in the darkness outside the door, someone stepped inside.

It was Ahhun.

“……?”

Bikir and Ayen frowned at the same time.

Since Ahhun always gets into an annoying argument, I’m already confused about what happened to me this time.

but.

Ahhun’s expression when he entered Bikir’s barracks was unexpected.

A bluish complexion, a distorted face, an expression about to cry at any moment.

Soon, Ahhun shouted in a desperate voice as if vomiting.

“Please help Bikir! My sister…!”