Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 92

Episode 92 The Ghosts of the Ancestors (3)

A hero of Balak who fought alone against the Empire.

A mythical being that terrified the entire continent, making even sword masters, who were said to be the king of the empire, tremble in fear. The greatest archer in history, the Bowmaster.

He is ‘Adonai’.

Ever since the history of Balak began to be written down, Adonai, the archer who was known as the strongest, appeared in front of Aquila, who was far from learning.

Short white hair, skinny face, worn-out lips and clearly visible teeth.

Every time the black shroud that covered the whole body fluttered in the dark aura, the large bow slung on the back was revealed.

It was a bowstring with a very pointed tip and emitted a very black color.

It was a strange appearance that looked like two insect legs were bent and connected.

“…”

Bikir stood still and looked at Adonai in front of him.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a close-up of a master-class strongman reaching the highest level.

The momentum emanating from Adonai was as wild and ferocious as Hugo Baskerville’s.

Perhaps because it is a Death Knight, it will feel that way even more.

‘……The author is Adonai, the courtier.’

The hero of the horror barbarians of the empire.

It was a strange feeling to see a person who could only be heard in the myth of the jungle with my own eyes.

But there was no time to be amazed.

Before long, Adonai raised a huge black bow.

The bow had neither strings nor arrows.

However, as Adonai grabbed the air with the hand opposite to the one holding the bow, black air currents formed from end to end of the bow, creating a thin thread.

It’s like a spider pulling out a thread.

Ssssss…

Surprisingly, the black airflow connected the poles of the bow into one.

Adonai pulled his finger once and then opened it.

Then, an arrow made of aura was created and caught on the bowstring made of aura.

Kwak!

As Adonai drew and released the string, a black aura flew like an arrow.

“……!”

Bikir narrowed his eyes.

The speed is so fast that even the advanced graduate, Bikir, can’t see it properly!

It was half instinct and half luck that Bikir was able to pull the Baalzebub out of his wrist as far as it could and deflect the arrow.

Puff!

Adonai’s arrow hit Bikir’s sword and flew down a curved track, piercing a huge log.

Kurrureung! Kwak Kwa Kwak!

Not only was the log penetrated, but the rocks on the cliffside behind it collapsed.

It was a sight that seemed to have been ovulated by countless blades.

The arrows sent by Adonai are monsters that can devastate the surroundings just by brushing against them.

If you face it head-on, you will get results that are hard to imagine.

“……Um.”

Bikir frowned and sighed.

Despite the obvious miss, my wrists were cold and my arms were tingling.

Beyond the ruptured muscles in his forearm, it is clear that he has a crack in his wrist bone.

Even the liquid aura contained in Baalzebub was ripped off in chunks.

The arrow of the aura created by Adonai is said to be the density of an extremely hard solid, that is, the domain of the master.

It was only natural that he could not be matched with a graduate-class liquid aura.

even.

Tsutsutsutsutsutsu…

The log that was shot by Adonai’s aura began to wither and die.

It contains poison strong enough to instantly wither a giant tree that has lived well for hundreds of years.

Bikir took another look at the large black bow Adonai was holding.

At first glance, it looks ignorantly large and long, but it is hard and light, so it doesn’t seem to feel weighty.

Both ends are pointed and spines like horns protrude in the middle, like two insect legs joined together.

Bikir grasped its identity at a glance.

‘……It’s the remains of Madame Eight Legs.’

When I met Madame Eight Legs the other day, I confirmed that all eight legs were attached, so it was probably made from fragments of her body before shedding her skin.

Thinking about it, I remembered what Ayen had said in the past.

‘Adonai was the only one who was able to compete with the madam of the sea. You are now a full-fledged Balak, so have respect for him. And the pride of being his descendants.’

In the past, it seemed that Adonai had won a match against Madame Eight Legs.

At that time, the bow was made from Madame’s skin, and the poisonous energy she possessed must have permeated the bow itself.

It seems that this terrifying black bow kept its miasma for a long time even after Adonai died and was buried together.

“It’s been a pain in the ass.”

Bikir clicked his tongue.

The opponent is a sword master, or perhaps even more difficult a bow master.

The downside of the Death Knight is that it only attacks recklessly and foolishly, but in the case of a close-range fight, it becomes like revealing gaps here and there…

Boom! Puff! Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwam!

In a long-distance fight like this, it really becomes a unit of attack and defense.

The arrows of the aura that Adonai fired in succession were flying.

A black solid aura, even permeated with a terrible poison.

They flew in, ripping through Vikir’s dark red liquid aura.

Bikir loaded Baalzebub with an aura and swung it long.

Baskerville’s meat.

The six teeth fought back, drawing dark red bloodstains, but nonetheless, they had no choice but to be pushed back helplessly.

Even a high-level graduate warrior is helpless in front of a master.

It is self-evident that a liquid cannot overcome a solid.

However, the reason why Vikir was still able to survive was that the body’s strength and mana recovery were able to withstand thanks to the blessing of the River Styx, and it was thanks to the power of the monsters sealed by the demonic sword Baalzebub.

“……! ……! ……!”

Bikir was holding on without being pushed away by Adonai’s arrow by gaining weight with Oxbear’s Thousand Knuckle skill.

But even the six ambush teeth the Baskerville carnivore creates aren’t enough to block Adonai’s shower of arrows.

Each of Adona’s arrows was stronger, harder, and more numerous than each of Bikir’s teeth.

Moreover, since it was a bowstring and arrow made with an aura, it did not wear out or fall off.

Adonai was simply exploding the overflowing sound dimension energy unique to the Death Knight endlessly and endlessly.

kang! Kkagagak- Puck! Perpuck!

Judging that a head-to-head match was impossible, Bikir laid the blade sideways to deflect the arrows, but despite this, was gradually pushed back.

The wide manatong unique to advanced graduates is already showing the bottom.

Every time the aura that stretched out through Baalzebub came in contact with Adonai’s aura, it was bursting like honey that had been hit by a hammer.

Even the trembling wrists are now letting us know that they are at their limit.

There were not one or two bad news that came from all over the body.

‘……If I go on like this, I will become a channel for arrows.’

Bikir tried to avoid the spot by moving quickly, but Adonai was faster than Bikir, but not slow.

It was impossible to close the distance, as the arrows flew like crazy, and widening the distance was an act of suicide in the first place, as the opponent was a Bowmaster class archer.

If it had been an ambush, it could have been successful, but there is no way to fight head-on.

Not a way to win, of course, but a way to survive.

‘……I have to kill Ahheman at least.’

However, that was impossible as Adonai was firmly blocking Ahheman’s path.

All of Balak’s warriors shot arrows at once, but all of them were blocked by the hem of Adonai’s shroud and the body of the black bow.

Just when Bikir is rolling his head.

…puck!

There was a kick kicking Bikir in the cheek.

“Slave! Sideways!”

Ayen stretched out her slender legs and pushed Bikir’s head away.

Puffung –

A black flash of light flies to the place where Bikir’s head was just a moment ago, drawing a trail of black light.

…Pit!

A thin, long scar appeared on Iyen’s calf.

Meanwhile, Bikir said, wiping the blood from his forehead.

“Thank you. I’d rather die from a concussion than from an arrow.”

“It’s not time to relax. We’re coming again!”

Ayen reached out and grabbed Bikir by the nape of her neck.

An arrow of a black aura pierced a deep hole in the ground where Bikir’s groin was just before.

“…Even that guy is aiming from the crotch.

Hearing Iyen’s words as he narrowed his eyes, he laughed out loud.

“Go away. To the great Adonai.”

“Right now, I’m just a puppet of Ahheman. You can show your respect again after attaining Buddhahood.”

Ayen quickly fed an arrow to his bow.

Ten arrows flew at great speed and aimed at Adonai.

Eventually, they bent into different orbits and headed all over Adonai’s body.

but.

Puff pup pup pup pup pup!

Adonai caught all ten arrows coming from ten directions with just one hand movement.

Wood deok!

It wasn’t enough, so he let out a spirit that broke all ten arrows by clenching his fists.

“…… Grow your hands too.”

Iyen gritted his teeth as he saw the falling arrow fragments.

Eventually, Adonai raised the black bow.

The target was clear. Bikir and Iyen in the front.

Kwak!

A black vortex was ejected from Adonai’s Black Bow with a sound like a cannonball being fired.

It rips through the air around it like a whirling blade.

Destructive power and speed that can neither be avoided nor blocked! Bikir and Ayen prepared for a fight.

at that time.

Puff-pung!

There was someone who grabbed the jet-black powerful electricity sent by Adonai with his bare hands.

Quaggie Geek! Crackle!

The blade’s aura, which had been spinning like crazy, was shattered by pure grip.

Adonai’s aura arrow that turns into a black air current and scatters.

“……!”

Vikir and Iyen opened their eyes wide and looked up at the being blocking their path.

A warrior who stands without being pushed back an inch even as blood drips from torn hands.

Chief Aquila. night fox.

Here she stands as the representative of the new generation against the representative of the old.