Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 89

Episode 89 Illiad (5)

The sword forests of the Red and Black Mountains are terrible.

Each leaf of the trees is like a sharp razor blade, and from the prickly bark to the roots, there is nothing that is not fatal.

And now, in the middle of that hellish jungle, two men were fighting for their lives.

Bikir and Ahheman.

They faced each other with swords on their waists and bows tied to their backs.

Numerous spectators drew a wide circle around the two.

Though obscured by thick foliage and vines, the warriors of Balak with their keen eyes and ears could see the battle between Bikir and Ahheman right in front of them, hundreds of meters away.

Ahhemman gnashed his teeth.

“……If you’ve played Amman, you’re only in your second year.”

It has only been two years since Bikir adapted to the flood here.

On the other hand, he was accustomed to dealing with body features, having lived here in the sea for nearly 70 years.

Quite a few young hunters can’t even compare.

“I’ll make you regret choosing the jungle as the location for the Iliad, not the plains.”

Ahhemman quickly made his way through the jungle.

Then he hid himself in a tree root and vine, took cover, and then loaded an arrow into his bow.

“Hoho. There’s just something good.”

Ahhemman bent down to find something under the root of a vine.

It was a large centipede with a red body and black legs.

Ahhemman took out an arrow and stuck it through the centipede’s head.

The head of the centipede is cracked, and the poisonous brain water is smeared on the arrowhead.

Ahheman also installed vines on the floor that are translucent and hard to see, but do not break easily and have strong cutting power.

If the opponent runs and gets caught in a vine, it is certain that he will fall, and if he is lucky, he may even be able to amputate his ankle.

In addition, dry sand and fallen leaves were sprinkled and covered over the mud pit, where the ground was weak and you could not help but fall into it, and prepared to wake up the bees by dropping several hives at any time.

“Where are you coming from?”

Ahhemman clutched at the poisoned arrow in his hand, waiting for Bikir’s figure to be revealed through the thick foliage.

Right then.

“……Who are you waiting for?”

A cold voice touches Ahheman’s ears and freezes them.

A wave rippled through my body.

Ahheman barely holds on to his heart that is about to fall, and turns his head to see the expressionless face of Bikir, who is approaching him from behind.

“How!?”

Did you come all the way here without a sound?

However, Ahheman could not ask the question out loud until the end.

It was because Bikir had cut the awl in his hand before that.

Pit-

Bikir cut off all the ankle-cutting vines that Ahheman had planted.

Ahhemman hurriedly backed away from it, stepped on the mud puddle he had hidden and plunged waist-deep in it, even knocking off some beehives in the process.

Ueeeeeeeng –

The wasps who lost their homes express their anger toward Ahheman in the mud pit.

Bikir quietly backed away while Ahhemman struggled in the mud, trying to drive the bees away.

Eventually, Ahheman narrowly escaped danger by diving for a long time in a mud pit.

However, the body was already swollen with a lot of bee stings.

Meanwhile. When Ahheman had just crawled out of the mud pit, Bikir climbed up a tree trunk and was yawning.

“This fucking bastard!?”

Ahhemman put his arrow on the string.

The centipede’s venom was washed away as it fell into the mud pit, but the sharpness of the arrowhead was threatening enough.

Boom –

Mud on the bowstring bounces in all directions.

A powerful arrow shot up vertically and aimed at Bikir.

but. A single

black

and red slash flew and split Ahheman’s arrow vertically.

Before he could react, Bikir disappeared like a ghost and landed behind Ahheman.

Ahhemman’s eyes were slit and raised so high that they were bleeding.

Bikir’s speed is also speed… but if there’s anything more surprising.

‘There’s no sound!?’

It moves so fast that no sound is heard.

Obviously, Bikir was moving at a tremendous speed right in front of my eyes, but I couldn’t hear anything.

The sound of feet stepping on grass. The sound of splashing in mud. The sound of breaking tree branches. The sound of kicking on stones or logs.

I can’t hear all these sounds Even if I could hear it, it was so weak that it was almost obscured by the sound of bugs ringing around me.

“What kind of trick did you use, you bastard!”

Ahhemman fired a series of arrows, but it only hit and knocked down several female orangutans that were passing over the trees.

Before long, the demonic sword Baalzebub, which Bikir had taken out, began to emit a dark red aura.

The liquid aura, sticky like honey and fishy like blood, revealed the advanced level of a graduate without regret.

Ahheman was frightened by the level of aura that even Balak’s seasoned veteran warriors couldn’t easily express.

‘Was this little boy this strong!?’

It is a formidable fighting power that does not match his age at all.

Ahheman hurriedly retreated back.

However, the hound’s six teeth never let go of its prey.

Baskerville’s meat.

The six ambush teeth came out and shredded Ahhemman’s body.

Moreover, a hot burning pain always visited the place where the teeth of the blade brushed past.

Bubbling bubbling…… Kurreuk!

The flames of Hell, visible only to Bikir, were directly burning Ahhemans soul.

“Quaaaaaagh!”

Ahhemman shuddered with incomprehensible pain.

It is natural that it hurts since the body was cut by a knife, but the pain caused by Vikir’s knife cut was strangely severe.

Ahheman had also been hit countless times by swords and arrows in his 70 years of life, but I can assure you that he had never been so sick.

It was a sharp pain as if the flesh was being cut piece by piece with a red-hot knife, and even now, the flames were moving to the skin and burning the flesh and fat.

Of course, Balak’s warriors watching this scene couldn’t have known such a fact, so they only expressed contempt for Ahheman, saying that they screamed with a little cut.

“Ughhh!”

Ahhemman eventually lost face.

It’s honor, pride, and tradition, and those things aren’t important right now.

Balak’s warriors booed Ahheman, who first challenged the young warrior and then ran away unseemly.

Woo-woo-woo!

Accusations and jeers from across the thick foliage made it seem as if the whole jungle was blaming Ahhem.

Ahheman hurriedly retreated, turned his head again, and fired an arrow at Bikir.

However, Ahheman hadn’t thought of it.

Bikir also learned archery from Ayen over the past two years and became a fairly advanced archer.

Ping-

I thought an arrow would fly in a parabola.

…puck!

Soon, it was stuck in Ahheman’s crotch.

“Huh!?”

Ahhemman raised his eyes.

He strained his eyes so much that the flesh around his eyes was torn and it looked like tears of blood were flowing.

Before long, the front leaves of the fallen Ahheman clutching at the groin are scattered.

Brisket-

Bikir was walking out with an expressionless face.

“I coveted Oxbear’s genitals. I’m in a position to do so.”

This is Ahheman, who forced Bikir to boil and eat the genitals of the prey he hunted two years ago.

Remembering that, Ahheman bit his lip until it bleeds.

“You’re playing with me!”

“I didn’t mean to. You’re not enough to be my toy.”

“Ughhhhhhhhh!”

Soon Ahheman staggered to his feet. And I threw away the sword and bow in my hand.

“……!”

Bikir felt that the situation was taking an unusual turn.

The wind has changed.

Black mana was gathering around.

They sway insidiously and converge towards one place. Ahhemman’s two palms!

‘……indeed. He’s a sorcerer.’

Bikir had anticipated right away that there would be a hidden move from Ahheman.

just as expected. Ahheman chanted a strange incantation with his blood-stained palms.

Before long, the dark airflow emanating from Ahheman’s hands swept the surroundings.

Creeping- Creaking- Squeak!

Bikir felt several hands grabbing his ankle and stepped back.

Surprisingly, there were several figures blocking Ahheman’s path.

It was the corpses of orangutans with rotting flesh and whited bones.

Ahhemman uses magic to resurrect the corpses of orangutans he killed with arrows.

“…I see. Ahheman was from the Rococo tribe.”

Vikir remembered what Ayen had said before starting the Iliad.

Ahheman was originally from a foreign country, but it turns out that he had the Rococo, a tribe of shamans, as his hometown.

To the natives of the Sea of Water, it is this strange corpse resuscitation that is known as a kind of black magic in the witchcraft empire.

This was also the main specialty of the Rococo people, a tribe of shamans.

Ahheman hurriedly raised the dead orangutan zombies and skeletons to escort him.

“Hehe… hahahaha! The Iliad is an irregular battle! There’s no rule saying you have to fight with a sword or bow!”

However, in Balak’s atmosphere, where physical things mattered, Ahheman’s actions were frowned upon by many warriors.

While all the warriors were not very interested in witchcraft, Ahheman seemed to have been studying and diligently studying them alone.

“Go! Go and stop him! Buy me time to heal!”

Ahhemman commanded orangutans to block Bikir.

Orangutans are as tall as humans and can weigh up to 100 kilograms, so they’ll be enough to serve as meat shields for the time being.

Ahhemman thought so.

however.

“Umm. It’s nothing special than I thought.”

Bikir still only steps back in a voice without any inspiration.

“……?”

When Ahheman wants to open his mouth for something.

Per-billion!

There was something that shut his mouth for an instant.

Falling from the back and hitting the back was an incredible shock!

Ahhemman’s back was torn, his spine was broken, and his internal organs were all torn apart with a shock.

Naturally, the corpses of the orangutan next to Ahheman also became bloody in an instant and were crushed to the ground.

Only Bikir stood back without making a sound or showing signs of presence.

“???”

Ahheman raised his head with saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. Even if the pain is second, the expression that I don’t know why.

Soon, a huge shadow was cast over Ahheman, who was upside down with his overturned vision.

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An old female oxbear was thrusting her huge paws at Ahheman.