Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 77

Episode 77 The Hound in the Night (3)

The door to the official residence is open.

Unexpectedly, there was no one beyond the door.

There was only a stone statue from which the voice of a saintess was flowing.

[What business did you come to visit me for?]

The voice of someone presumed to be Saint Dolores came from the mouth of the stone statue.

It seemed that he would not meet Vikir in person.

‘……but. It’s only natural.’

Bikir’s outfit now looks suspicious to anyone.

From a large hat worn by pirates to a gas mask shaped like a stork’s beak, to a black cloak covering the whole body.

It was natural that the saintess would not meet her in person.

Bikir approached the statue and said.

“I’m here to report a plague spreading in the slums.”

After speaking, Bikir held out a gourd of well water containing the energy of ‘Red Death’.

If you are a cleric, you will be able to detect the special energy felt in this water.

Moment.

[…]

The voice from the stone statue cut off.

Bikir had a hunch. The saintess stopped sending her voice through the stone statue.

yet.

…blank!

The door in the back was closed.

And that wasn’t all.

…blank! …blank! …blank! …blank!

The front and side doors all started to be shielded.

The lobby at the main entrance was instantly isolated in a circle, resembling a gladiator arena.

Cha cha cha cha cha cha!

Paladins clad in white armor lined up on the terrace on the second floor.

“…”

Bikir looked around lightly once.

Normally, it is a lobby and reception room, but in case of emergency, it is a space designed so that the structure can be changed to a battlefield.

In fact, when all five doors and corridors were blocked, it was impossible to escape in any direction, and a siege was built by the paladins who were always on standby.

Various stone statues were attached to corners and did not help concealment, so once trapped in this place, there was no choice but to wait for judgment.

“…”

But Bikir just stood there in silence without any reaction.

This kind of reaction seems to have been expected.

Right then.

“Who are you?”

A thick voice came from among the stone statues on the first floor.

the only open door. From beyond, a man walks out into the middle of the plaza.

White armor and cloth covering the whole body with a bald head with distorted scars.

He had no eyebrows and was a man with a remarkably large nose and a large mouth.

He had eyes that were gently curved as if he were smiling, but the atmosphere he gave off was quite rough.

With his arms as thick as a log, he was holding a large book, which appeared to be a type of bible, like a law book.

Bikir narrowed his eyes behind his gas mask.

‘…… Heretic Questioner Mozgus. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.’

Mozgus Quo Vadis. Before returning, he was a friend who was entangled in a very strong relationship.

A man who often left behind in battles with demons.

His huge body is like an iron wall, and the divine power emitted brightly illuminates a thousand li.

He was a man who never compromised with injustice and could be crueler than the demons for the sake of justice.

It was a new feeling to see an old comrade here who died heroically while fighting a thousand demons alone during the Great War of the Pandemonium.

‘Come to think of it, I learned torture from this guy.’

It was Bikir who recalled the memories of torturing the seven families’ brethren in the city of Underdog.

But such beautiful (?) memories are only for Bikir. In this life, Mozgus is seeing Bikir for the first time.

He said to Bikir, holding up a thick Bible that weighed several tens of kilograms.

“You’re dressed suspiciously because you came here to report a plague in the slums. You won’t be able to see the saintess until you take off that mask and show your courtesy.”

“I can’t take off my gas mask for some reason. My business is over at the time I reported it, so let’s go back.”

Bikir set the gourd of red death down on the floor and raised his arms to show his lack of fighting spirit.

And the moment you slowly step back.

“The blasphemous one!”

Mozgus ran forward.

He tried to crush Bikir by striking the Bible, which was no different from a weapon in terms of its weight.

But Bikir was faster than that.

Bikir pierced the gap between the books being lifted upwards, and in an instant pierced the gap between Mozgus’ sides and backed away.

Kwak!

A deep crack formed in the floor where Mozgus hit it with a book.

Bikir stared blankly at the white aura rising from every corner of the page of Mozgus’ open personality book.

‘It’s a book. You’re still using an unusual weapon. Is the level intermediate to advanced for graduates?’

Compared to the self before the regression, the ability is about half as low.

However, considering that this is the home of the Quo Vadis family and at the same time that he has the divine power to heal himself, it seemed like it would be fair to say that it was almost the same number.

Seeing Bikir soon get ready, Mozgus let out a low growl.

“I sense an evil aura from the water in that gourd. If that’s a real plague, you’re probably the one who spread it.”

“If I was the culprit, why would I have come to report it?”

“It’s something we don’t know. It could be a trick to deceive us or use this as a bait to draw out the saintess.”

It was a phrase that was correct, so Bikir shrugged.

“I’m just here to report that I’ve witnessed suspicious people spreading plague in the slums.”

“Your outfit for saying that is the most questionable. I’ll hear your statement later in prison.”

After speaking, Mozgus swung the book right away.

Parala Rock –

The book opens and the white pages inside turn over with a loud sound.

At the same time, the white aura slashes extending from the page page aimed at Bikir.

“Have you ever been cut by stiff paper? It hurts.”

Mozgus was using a unique and miraculous attack technique by opening the Bible and cutting the sharp corners of the page with aura.

Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwam!

Stone statues cut into hundreds of pages of paper were scattered in all directions.

However, Vikir evaded all of Mozgus’ sword attacks with movements similar to that of a black ghost.

It was a foot skill learned from Balak’s hunters.

At the same time, Vikir took out the demonic sword Baalzebub from her wrist.

…Pit!

A red-hot aura burst out sticky from the tip of the sword.

“Graduator!?”

The paladins, including Mozgus, were astonished.

A powerful aura that is not pushed at all compared to Mozgus. Eventually, Vikir’s aura entangled with Mozgus’s and formed a tight tie.

furthermore.

Vikir even activated Oxbear’s skill ‘Thousand Roots’, which was sealed in Baalzebub.

Bikir’s weight quickly increased to about 600 kg.

Mozgus looked down on Bikir’s small stature and tried to push him with force, but was taken aback when his opponent didn’t budge.

‘It’s like pushing a rock! What is this…!?’

No matter how big and strong Mozgus was, he couldn’t be as physically as Oxbear, so it was only natural.

Bikir swung Baalzebub as it was.

Baskerville’s carnivorous ambush tooth.

It didn’t look like the Baskerville style on the outside, but on the inside, it clearly revealed the essence of the Baskerville style.

Secretly hidden teeth cut Mozgus’s aura into pieces.

It wasn’t a swordsmanship known to the world anyway, so even if he revealed a little, his identity would not be exposed.

Vikir drew a long blade from her wrist and created six teeth.

It stabbed Mozgus’s head, neck, shoulders, and waist sharply.

“……Kuh!?”

Mozgus tried to cover the Bible and set it up like a shield…but it was too late.

“If you want to use it as a shield, you should have used it right away.”

Bikir cut the back of Mozgus’s hand with Baalzebub.

Moment.

…Freak!

The breath of Cerberus, the guard dog of hell, rises hotly from the tip of Baalzebub.

The flame of the boundless world that never goes out burned the back of Mozgus’ hand.

“Kwaaaaaagh!?”

Mozgus grabbed the back of his burning hand and rolled on the floor.

The fire of Cerberus is not quenched by water or sand.

Palak- Pararak- Hwareuk!

The torn pages of the Bible were burning in the fire.

Bikir saw the fallen Mozgus and drew his sword for a moment. The purpose of coming here is not to kill him.

but.

“Like this blasphemous man! What kind of witchcraft are you using!”

Mozgus’s fighting spirit was enormous.

He radiated divine power and grabbed the water flowing down the statue’s mouth and turned it into holy water.

Push Sisik!

Before long, the fire on the back of Mozgus’ hand went out. It was the result of pouring a huge amount of holy water on it.

However, even if the urgent fire was turned off, the victory or defeat was already clear.

Mozgus felt that his waist was empty.

Looking up, I saw Bikir already stepping on a thick Bible and standing on top of it.

“It’s blasphemy to step on the Bible!”

“If you think about it that way, throwing and swinging the bible is more serious.”

“…”

Mozgus had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

Bikir continued, boiling a dark red aura with the protruding awl tip.

“Would you like to try more?”

“…”

At that arrogant statement, Mozgus clenched his teeth.

How many beings in the world were there who could push themselves like this, who had risen to the rank of graduate students?

Mozgus clenched his fists tightly and raised his aura with all his might.

Kwak Kwah Kwak Kwak!

The high-speed spinning mana quickly wraps around the entire forearm.

“Yaaaaap!”

Mozgus charged with all his might. With the intention of blowing away the opponent in front of him with one fist.

but.

Bikir did not respond.

…Tung!

I just kicked the bible off the floor.

pop!

Then Bikir kicked the bible that had been lifted into the air.

The bible spun and spun as it flew towards Mozgus.

The moment Mozgus just turned his head and tried to avoid the Bible.

“……!”

He had to doubt his eyes.

Bikir, who had been in front of me until the Bible was laid horizontally and looked like a thin straight line, disappeared from sight in that brief moment when the Bible took up a large area vertically.

‘Where!?’

Mogol is soft. A cold sweat runs through the chilling goose bumps.

Suddenly, a ghost whispered in my ear.

“……Are you looking for me?”

Surprisingly, Bikir was far out of Mozgus’s field of vision and was holding his back.

The moment Mozgus looks back in amazement.

…bang!

Bikir’s aura smacked all over Mozgus’ body.

Bikir’s aura, swung like a hammer, shattered Mozgus’ heavy armor like grains of sand, and even the chain mail he wore under it was smashed to pieces.

Woo support! Kwak Kwa Kwak!

Mozgus broke three statues behind him and fell out.

At the shocking result, the paladins on the terrace on the second floor had no choice but to open their mouths.

It was the first time I had ever seen Mozgus Quo Vadis, the heretic inquisitor and archbishop of the Quo Vadis family, and the leader of the knights who lead the ‘Inquisition Knights’, lose so heartlessly.

“Am I dreaming?”

“You said Mozgus-sama was defeated?”

“Nonsense! How could this happen…!”

However, the agitation was short-lived, and like the elites of Quo Vadis, they drew their swords and jumped down to the first floor.

“Get that blasphemous!”

White auras rise from everywhere.

Bikir changed the gas mask that covered his face once.

“The way you handle a lost lamb is pretty rough.”

Paladins who had jumped from the second floor surrounded the entire front without realizing it.

Furthermore.

Googgeuk –

Mozgus raised his huge body from the wreckage of the broken stone statues behind him.

He took off all his smashed and distorted armor and held on to the fragments of a large stone statue with both hands.

Blood was running down his body, but he didn’t seem to care at all.

“If you want to see the end.”

Vikir pulled out the demon sword Baalzebub as long as possible.

The sticky liquid aura that proves the rank of a senior graduate was bubbling red at the tip of the sword.

All the Paladins, including Mozgus, were very nervous at the sight of Vikir’s overwhelming power, like a black ghost.

I couldn’t close my eyes or swallow.

Even if you only see a momentary gap through the extremely fine thread, that black ghost’s teeth will aim for your throat and heart.

‘Where did such a monster come from…’

Mozgus regretted his hasty action and took a stance.

One-on-one is inevitable.

Many to one is half and half.

The opponent was a being who could not completely predict the victory even if all the paladins here, including himself, attacked.

If it had been as usual, I would have officially declared a holy war after taking a step back…

‘There is a saint here.’

The risk was too great to move recklessly.

By the time Vikir and Mozgus and the rest of the Paladins were in a tense confrontation.

“……stop!”

There was a voice that broke everyone’s will to fight.

Before long, someone poked his head out over the terrace on the third floor.

Saint Dolores had appeared.