Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 94

Episode 94 The Ghosts of the Ancestors (5)

…Kwakbang!

With a loud roar, the dam that blocked the water burst.

The wooden fences collapsed, and soon a huge river began to overflow.

“Everyone up the tree!”

Fortunately, Iyen’s response was quick, so Balak’s victims were few.

Balak’s warriors climbed tall trees to avoid it while the river swept away everything.

Even those who were sometimes unable to climb trees due to their slow feet held on to strong rocks and endured the waves.

but. The Death Knights, who were standing aimlessly, could not avoid the waves.

slam! Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwam!

The rushing waves swept away the Death Knights in an instant.

Of course, the Death Knights withstood the waves with their strong bodies… but the problem wasn’t the waves themselves.

Tsutsutsutsutsutsutsu……

The bodies of the Death Knights gradually turned into black steam and began to disperse.

It was because the river now overflowing was thick salt water.

Bondi Undead are weak against salt, which has the power to purify unclean things.

The Salt River here is salty enough for saltwater fish to come up and live there. Of course, even salt dissolved in the water delivers effective damage to the undead.

The Death Knights resisted the salt, but they couldn’t stand the salt rushing in on such an overwhelming scale.

Achievement.

One by one, corpses fall apart.

The bodies of our ancestors returning to where they should have been were swept away by the flowing water and scattered throughout the flood years where they were originally born and raised.

“……Um.”

Aquila climbed up the tree and swallowed her saliva as she watched Adonai’s body being washed away after being dissolved in the salt water.

It’s unfortunate that we couldn’t properly collect the remains of our distant ancestors, but it’s fortunate that the unclean energy has been cleansed this way.

Above all, it was fortunate that the disgusting blood of Ahheman was not scattered on the noble bodies of the ancestors.

……yet.

The water level has subsided.

It was the yard at the end of the rainy season, so the water did not overflow anymore.

Balak’s warriors came down to the bottom after the water had drained.

The river water was still up to the ankle area, but there was no hindrance to walking on the ground.

Bikir also came down to the bottom as soon as the water level lowered.

with a plop! …slap! …slap!

Every time you take a step, the water that rises up to your ankles and the grass that moves like aquatic plants tickle your toes.

In the puddles on the floor, catfish and eels that had been swept away and trapped were flapping breathlessly.

at that time.

Bikir found something.

An object that is quietly submerged in the water and emits a black aura on the surface of the water.

“……This?”

It was a large bow.

Black matte. Horns and thorns sprouted like teeth.

Without even a bowstring, this black bow was clearly held by Adonai a moment ago.

A weapon made from the carapace of Madame Eight Legs. At first glance, he was an unusual recruit.

Bikir picked it up and handed it to Ayen, who was next to him.

“…”

Iyen took it seriously and held it in her arms. And ran to hand it to Aquila, who was standing far away.

Meanwhile.

Balak’s warriors were flocking to one place all at once.

Their destination was a tall thorn tree in the middle of a wide plain.

There were no large trees around, so this tall tree alone had countless thorns sprouting from its trunk.

Balak’s warriors stood in a circle around this tree. And all of them raised their heads and looked up.

Above it was a familiar figure. ”

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. ”

This tenacious old man is hanging here without being swept away by the flooding of the river.

Just before the water raged, he climbed the thorn tree, dragging his motionless lower body, scratching the floor with both hands.

What led him to such a desperate path of Sura?

The side of the thorn was sharp like a blade, and the tip was pointed like a spear.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

Ahhemman reached out and grabbed them with a trembling hand.

I couldn’t even pick out the relatively blunt thorns as the current rushed like crazy.

I just had to grab whatever I could get my hands on.

There was a hole on the back of my hand, and my fingers were zigzag and tattered. Sometimes the tip fell off.

Of course, it wasn’t just the hand that was the problem.

His entire body was pierced, cut, and torn by thorns, leaving him in a state of disrepair.

All of his flesh was torn like rags, and blood flowed from all over his body.

The gaping wounds were clogged with salt water and foreign substances, causing hellish pain.

As a result of recklessly operating even high-ranking Death Knights who did not fit their abilities, the internal organs were already muddy.

But nonetheless, the old shaman was still alive.

As if he was frightened, or even out of his mind, he continued to reach out and climb the thorns.

With a face as if it had aged for decades.

“Save me… please save me…”

Every time he desperately moved his hand to climb the thorns, pieces of flesh and organs were running down the tree trunk along with the blood.

A tree that is gradually turning red.

Bikir looked at it and was lost in thought.

“…”

Ah heh. Looking back now, he was definitely a great person.

Although all of his life force was gone, he revived Adonai, the myth of Balak, by making him undead, and he vomited the spirit of simultaneously operating several other Death Knights.

‘Perhaps, if he had devoted all his energy to magic, he would have been at the level of Adolph, the sorcerer of the House of Morgue.’

However, it was a defeat that he had awkwardly imitated a warrior to match Balak’s emotions.

Even with black magic skills that exceeded Circle 6, he played a warrior game that was not in his arms.

However, it proves that much that Ahheman wanted to melt into Balak’s atmosphere.

Bikir looked back to Ahhemman.

Ahheman is bleeding while climbing a thorn tree in terror.

Seeing him suddenly reminds me of the moment I first came to Balak’s village two years ago.

Prisoners of war climbing thorns and the flames burning beneath them.

Those who received the punishment of the thorn tree climbed the thorn tree naked and their bodies were soaked in blood.

And they died by falling under a tree or from excessive blood loss or burns.

Among the dead were the Baskervilles and the Morgues.

It is especially memorable that they kept their mouths shut even though they met eyes with Bikir at the last moment.

“…”

Bikir bowed his head for a moment in silence. Then he raised his head again and looked up at the reddish thorns.

I heard that it was Ahheman who invented this terrible punishment, but he was finally doomed by the cruel tortures of his own making.

In the end, Ahheman’s enemy was really Ahheman himself.

at that time.

“……I’ll finish it.”

There was a hand on Bikir’s shoulder.

When I turned my head, Ahhun was standing there with his head down.

“Please. Let me do it.”

Does it bother me that I rejected Bikir’s words earlier? Ahhun looked at Bikir and asked for a favor.

Bikir nodded, and Ahhun stepped forward.

He struck a flint to make an ember, and soon spread the stumps of the thorns with the oil and some gunpowder he had been carrying with him.

Soon, a small spark rises and falls on the thorn tree.

Kurreuk!

The flames, flickering due to the moisture, soon spread upwards with astonishing speed.

Wet wood burns and gives off huge amounts of smoke.

Soon, scarlet flames rose sharply like spears and pursued Ahheman.

Sponge! Puffy! Dduduk! Dudeuk!

The sound of burning wood is loud.

A fire burning towards the top.

The flames and smoke soon engulfed Ahheman, who had slumped halfway up the thorn tree.

No screams were heard.

“…”

Balak’s warriors each watched the old shaman’s end with complex expressions on their faces.

Looking back on the past 70 years of crying and laughing with every word he said and gestures.

Tadak! Tadadak- Poomsae!

The smell of burning meat is strong.

The sound of sizzling fat echoed everywhere.

The moment everyone tries to turn their steps.

“Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!”

Something appeared through the flames and black smoke.

All the warriors opened their eyes wide in surprise. Even Aquila.

There, a darkly burning skeleton was screaming with its arms outstretched.

Ah heh.

He is neither a shaman nor a warrior who was born with the body of Rococo and has lived with the spirit of Balak.

An entity that had already burned all of its skin and fat beneath it.

He screamed out to the whole world, shaking his body, which was already close to charcoal rather than his body.

“You’ll regret it! You’ll regret driving me this way…!…!

After that, I couldn’t hear what he vomited.

Not only was his tongue cooked, but his lungs were all burned by the smoke he inhaled.

Ahhemman struggled for a few more seconds after that. Like the Death Knights he summoned, they were crumbled into black powder.

He raised his head and tried to look at the village beyond the sea of water in the distance.

He couldn’t have seen anything with his eyes that had already been burned by the flames.

“……Go back.”

Chieftain Aquila’s orders came down.

Balak’s warriors returned to the village with bodies drenched in seawater and exhaustion.

Bikir and Iyen also slowly returned to the village, supporting each other.

friendly town. Now that Ahheman, the original culprit, has disappeared, the village should be peaceful.

……but.

Just returning to the village, the warriors finally understood what Ahheman had warned them about.

Why did he smile so much at the last moment and why did he try to look at the scenery of the town so much?