Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 259

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Episode 259 Grave of Sword Points (5)

‘Landing Ambush’ The ultimate in the Baskerville family’s swordsmanship.

It draws nine teeth. What does this mean?

The old style of Baskerville.

If, just as there are highs, middles, and lows at the level of expert and graduate, if there is such a division for the sword master… Then, this is a swordsmanship that only beings at the level of advanced sword master can use.

Nine teeth, each driving, holding, tearing, cutting, slicing, cutting, mashing, mincing and crushing, were devouring the whole world.

It was more powerful and destructive than any swordsmanship that exists in the present world.

‘The predator’s intent to kill’ seemed impossible to slice under the skin more vividly than this.

It was the first time even the veteran Bikir, who had lived through the age of destruction, had experienced it.

‘There was no one in this world who could wield a sword like this, even among humans!’

The wonder of a seeker walking the same path as a swordsman.

It was pure bursting out of the distinction between friends and family.

But you can’t just admire it.

Even at this moment, the Baskerville Type 9 cast by Cane Corso was rushing towards us, splitting moment by moment.

In this imminent storm of blades, Vikir exploded with the full force he could.

Baskerville 7 meals.

After throwing away emotions and reaching the 6th class, he reached the highest level with regained emotions after much struggle.

Bikir whipped the tip of his sword to create seven teeth, which he used against the nine teeth in front of his eyes.

The hound of the iron-blooded swordsman confronts the monster with all its might.

The result.

…kwak! Woojijikjik!

Naturally, it was Bikir’s defeat.

It is only natural that the 7th and 9th meals were facing each other.

Bikir felt his whole body being torn apart.

Pain as if a piece of meat had fallen into the jaws of a giant toothy monster.

It was a level of damage that was hard to bear with the regenerative power of a bog salamander.

at that time.

“……!”

Bikir grabbed onto something on the verge of death.

It was a piece of urgency that he had never felt since entering the realm of the supreme survival instinct.

When would a sword master feel such an experience? It is no exaggeration to say that there is no opportunity to experience helplessly falling in the face of great fear and violence.

And, paradoxically, when he realized that he was nothing but an insignificant life of a fly.

…Sparkle!

A change occurred in Bikir’s swordsmanship.

Baskerville’s Eighth Eighth: A desperate need for survival, a longing for life, and a stage that requires extreme practical experience.

The door to the 8th consciousness opens only when a person who has lost and regained emotions has an attachment to life.

Bikir swung his sword and drew out the eighth tooth.

It was still small, but it was clear and distinct.

at the same time. Type 9 and Type 8 matched each other and offset each other.

and.

…Poo-wook!

A long tooth from Cane Corso cut into Vikir’s body diagonally.

Kwak!

In the end, Vikir was thrown helplessly and buried outside the Tomb of Knives.

[…]

Cane Corso. Sword Master Advanced. no superlative. Baskerville is an absolute being who has risen to the level of Type 9.

He stared at the rising dust.

And within the cane corso’s eye socket, which was soon filled with darkness, a different color flashed again.

Jeebeok-jeebuck-jeobeok-

Bikir was walking out from below, where the aura that was crumbling and fragments of sparking blades were falling like snow.

Tsutsutsutsutsutsu –

The deep cut that almost cut across Bikir’s body diagonally was healing at an astonishing speed.

A regenerative power that surpassed that of humans a long time ago.

It was such an incredible recovery speed that even quite a few high-ranking monsters who specialize in regenerative power couldn’t compete with it.

[…Is it a basilisk?]

Cane Corso saw Vikir’s ability at a glance.

Bikir stopped walking.

< Gluttonous Paris 'Baalzebub' > / Awl

-1 slot: Venom – Madame Eight Legs (S)

-2 slot: Impossible – Basilisk (S)

-3 slot: Silence Hill – Monsieur Houche (A+)

‘Tomb of the Knife’ I was lucky to find the corpse of a basilisk before entering.’

Bikir had acquired the regenerative power as his own by absorbing the mummy of a basilisk that had been buried in salt.

I could see I was really lucky. With the regenerative powers of a bog salamander, he would not have been able to survive the blow of the Cain Corso.

anyway.

Vikir escaped death thanks to the power of the demon sword Baalzebub.

And in return, I was able to step on the upper stage.

At the threshold of death, what you finally realize is the ‘realization of the eight senses’.

Those who became sword masters usually do not have much to fight for their lives, but this is where stagnation occurs.

[Even after stepping into the highest realm, there is something that only those who continue to run without rest with the same mindset as when they first grabbed the sword can gain something.] Cane Corso’s words were the most fundamental and the closest to the correct answer

. .

Meanwhile, Bikir raised his head and looked at the Cane Corso in front of him.

“Dosari ambush swordsmanship. Were you the one who wrote that fencing book?”

[no. can it be I haven’t yet awakened all of the 10 types written in the book of swordsmanship.]

“Then…” When

Vikir blurted out his words, Cane Corso nodded obediently.

[I am also just a descendant of the swordsman. However, I tore and scattered a few pages, afraid that no one else would learn this.]

“Wouldn’t it have been better to just burn them away?”

[I didn’t have the courage to get rid of the prosecutor’s office itself. How dare I destroy that enormous treasure with my own hands.]

Vikir didn’t bother telling Cane Corso that he had burned the book of swordsmanship.

On the other hand, it was very strange that a descendant appeared who had obtained the complete copy of the ambush sword swordsman that lurked in Cain Corso.

[…As expected, people with ties will meet somehow.]

Cain Corso retrieved the greatsword. It meant no more attacking Bikir.

At the same time, all the heavy pressure that weighed down the surroundings disappeared.

Bikir, too, had no intention of fighting any longer.

He had just stepped on the threshold of death, barely came back alive, and had just reached the level of 8th.

On the other hand, the opponent had already reached Type 9 a long time ago. Even if you fight, there’s no way you’ll become an opponent.

Then Cain Corso said.

[Young rival, blood relative, cute nephew. Come here and get what you want.]

It was a different, more docile attitude than before.

Bikir asked with a puzzled expression.

“May I take the Wraith Tree behind the Iron Throne?”

[do whatever you want. To me it’s just a weed. Doesn’t this only have meaning for wizards?]

“Weren’t you here to protect this?”

[Of course not. I am here for a completely different reason. These grass roots are the ancestor creature that took root in this tower before me, so I respect them, but I don’t have any particular attachment to them.]

Bikir tilted his head.

Before long, the two roots of the Wraith Tree behind the Iron Throne were in Bikir’s hands.

It was an unpleasant seedling that was dry and hard, yet somehow felt cold and damp.

“…”

Bikir turned his head.

Cain Corso was sitting on the iron throne again.

However, the curious eyes looking at Bikir were still the same.

Bikir looked at Cane Corso.

meat. A stage that can be climbed only by throwing away emotions.

Seven meals. A stage that can be climbed only when emotions are regained.

eight sets. It is a stage that can be climbed only when it is supported by attachment to life and desperate practical experience.

In fact, it could be said that the state of eight knowledge is a stage that is difficult to experience unless it is led by a senior who is on the upper level of the highest realm.

Or it really takes a lot of hard work.

……Then, where is the old-fashioned state?

When Bikir was alone in his thoughts, Cane Corso said.

[Are you curious about the state of 9 meals?]

It was the pinnacle.

“…”

Bikir expressed his affirmation by being silent, but Cane Corso smiled lightly.

[You probably won’t be able to reach this level in your lifetime.]

Bikir frowned, wondering if this was a provocation.

However, Cane Corso continued with a serious tone.

[Because the realm of the 9th consciousness is beyond the threshold of death.]

That means that you can step into the realm of the 9th consciousness only when you really die.

……But then, what is the Cane Corso in front of me?

Didn’t he definitely reach the level of 9th?

As Bikir made a puzzled expression, Cain Corso put down his greatsword and raised both hands.

Tsutsutsutsutsu…

Eventually, a black aura boiled over.

…blank! Tuong!

The heavy iron gloves that were wrapped around Cane Corso’s hands fell to the ground.

“……!”

Bikir’s eyes widened.

The Cane Corso’s exposed hands were dry with only bones and skin remaining.

Like the hands of a corpse.

[So I crossed the threshold of death and entered it.]

As a result, the Cane Corso died. Lonely in a remote place where no one knows.

But he never regretted it until the last moment.

Because at the cost of that lonely death, he got closer to the highest core that no human being had been able to climb for centuries.

A noble knight who rose to the ranks of a superman died and became a changed being.

Death Knight.

That was the true identity of Cane Corso.

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Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound

Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound

Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound, Revenge of the Sword Clan's Hound
Score 8.8
Status: Completed Released: 2020
He was the hound of the Baskerville family: Vikir. Yet his loyalty was rewarded by the blade of a guillotine dirtied by slander. “I will never live the life of a hound slaughtered after the rabbit is caught.” In place of death, an unexpected opportunity awaits him. Vikir’s eyes glowed red as he sharpened his canines in the dark. “Just you wait, Hugo. I will rip out your throat this time.” It’s time for the hound to exact bloody revenge on his owner.

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