Episode 101 Nostalgia and Nostalgia (1)
Pp-eong!
A roar like a bursting balloon resounded through the sea.
For an instant, Bikir felt his mental cord cut off once.
A tremendous shock hits the whole body.
However, the seasoned hound managed to escape without stepping on the threshold of death again.
Bikir, who immediately grabbed hold of the chain of consciousness that had been cut, endured the shock of the fall that hit his entire body with his teeth clenched.
In the meantime, I looked up and looked at the body, and I saw that the limbs were still attached.
Bikir let out a sigh of relief even in the agony. Knowing that the outside of the body was fine, it was time to check the inside of the body.
…… The inside of the body was in better condition than expected.
The head was broken, all the ribs were broken, all the other bones were fractured, both legs were bent in strange directions, and all the muscles and internal blood vessels were bursting.
If it was a normal person, it would have been so painful and painful that he would have died several times, but it was not applicable to Vikir, who had the regenerative power of a human being.
This is an injury that can be fully recovered by using the ghost of the bog salamander trapped inside the magic sword Baalzebub.
“…Exquisite.”
Bikir checked the huge cushion he had landed on.
It was the corpse of a ‘swamp bog salamander’ that had decayed and swollen with gas inside.
A bog salamander that had been attacked by swarms of ‘bone-sucking mosquitoes’ and its tough skin was filled with only blood and soft organs.
The ill-fated salamander was alive until Vikir climbed the rock, but apparently died while Vikir climbed to the top of the peak and fought Madam.
The bog salamander’s death and decay caused gas to build up in its tough hide, and this made Bikir fall on top of it even more puffy.
Of course, that didn’t alleviate the shock.
Even if it falls on water, there will always be a shock.
Bikir held back the throbbing pain and stood up.
“Still, I’m glad there were no salamander bones.”
If the inside of the salamander’s carcass had been supported by a solid skeleton, Bikir would have been more shocked by it.
Fortunately, the bone-sucking mosquitoes ate every salamander’s bones, so he barely survived.
however.
Most of the injuries on the body were recovered, but the stench could not be helped.
The impact of Bikir’s fall caused the bog salamander’s corpse to burst like an explosion, and the gas and rotten blood inside it were scattered all over the world.
A stinky stench wafts through the bones.
It is a salamander that gives off a very disgusting smell, and the rotten smell is added to it, so the smell is beyond imagination.
Maybe if I get out of here, I might have to stay in the bath for a few days.
……but.
The stench was no longer a problem.
Bikir had something to check first.
“…”
The place where Bikir turned his gaze was a solid rocky area far away.
And on top of it, you can see a large chunk of meat that has become bloody.
The madam of the flood, ‘Eight Legs’, no matter how powerful she is, it seems that she did not have the ability to withstand the impact of falling down the cliff.
‘but. He must have suffered considerable injuries when he attacked Balak’s tribe.’
Her entire exoskeleton was shattered, her heart, lungs, heart, and other deadly organs all spilled onto the floor, and her legs were all bent in grotesque directions.
But surprisingly, Madame is still alive.
She barely manages to stand up, shaking her half-bursted and crushed body.
The muddy intestines were dripping down under it.
“…”
Bikir stretched out and walked slowly in front of the madam.
madam. Even the demon of flood damage can’t help but feel fear if he sees the shadow of death right in front of him.
Madame trembled when she met Bikir’s red eyes.
A strong emotion that fills the bones, even the exoskeleton. It was 100% pure fear.
“……Are you afraid?”
[…]
“Are you afraid of death too?”
Bikir smiled dryly, twisting the corners of his mouth that had dried up rotten blood.
The madam felt the torn brains shrivel up in several fragments inside the broken skull.
Every time Bikir takes a step, his heart, which protrudes out of his ribs and stretches, beats.
Having lived for a long time, the old madam, whose intelligence and memory have soared, was clearly imprinting Bikir’s current appearance in her mind.
Flickering vision Approaching fear, approaching death, and the hounds in front of you Dogs of death!
[Ja -Aak ……]
The terminal that has all the power of the whole body is as small and thin as a child’s clarity.
Madame staggers back as if she is just out of her mind.
The burst bursa was leaking out of the body, but he didn’t care at all.
Then Bikir stumbled over and stuck an awl into the back of the madam.
…Fuck!
The demonic sword, Baalzebub, digs deep into the crack between the tattered back armor.
Madame trembled and struggled, but it was a movement entirely for the purpose of escape, and there was no sign of a counterattack at all.
…Fuck! …Fuck! …Fuck!
An awl that strikes like a tooth. Bikir’s hacking continued.
There was no strength left in the bell, so the only thing I could do was press it with my body weight, but even so, I was sure to slice Madam one by one.
Karma.
The spirits of the Balak warriors who died innocently, or the spirits of the natives of all tribes in the jungle who had died countless times in the meantime, were giving strength to Bikir’s wrists.
The karma that Madam had accumulated so far became ‘experience’ and made her stronger… but not as much as this moment.
Because the hands of these countless ghosts who were dragging her into the abyss were definitely self-sufficient.
gulp! gulp! gulp!
Soon after, Madam’s soul began to be sucked into the beads inside Baalzebub.
< Gluttonous fly 'Baalzebub' > / Awl
-1 slot: Burn -Cerberus (A+)
-2 slot: Silent Hill -Monsieur Hushu (A+)
-3 slot: Super fast regeneration – Bog salamander (A+)
Risk level A+ Three prominent monsters.
Their specters originally occupied each of the three marbles under Baalzebub’s blade, forming a tight power structure.
And the new madam’s specter broke the balance.
Madame’s soul first went to the slot where Cerberus’s soul was located, with whom they had a similar realm.
[Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…]
The spirit of Cerberus, who had been occupying the first slot of the red marble for a long time, was wary of the madam’s invasion and bared its teeth.
It is Cerberus who still remembers the humiliation of being deprived of his territory by Madam and kicked out to the 7th ridge even now as a specter.
However, the hierarchy of the ghosts is usually not very different from that of when they were alive.
Even when she became a specter, Madame was ferocious.
[Jaak! Gyaaaaagh!]
Madam took the territory occupied by Cerberus and coiled herself in its place, just like before she was alive.
< The gluttonous fly 'Baalzebub' > / Awl
-1 slot: Deadly Venom -Madame Eight Legs (S)
-2 slot: Silent Hill -Monsieur Hushu (A+)
-3 slot: Super fast regeneration -Swamp Bog Salamander (A+)
Finally, Baal The first slot of Zebub changed owners.
As a result, the passive skill that Bikir acquired was ‘deadly poison’. Madam’s terrible malice that there is no one in this world to match was concentrated poison.
This dark blood flowed into Vikir’s body and soon melted into red blood.
It is harmless to Vikir himself, but to others it is probably deadly poison.
Meanwhile.
Even at this moment, Madame was frantically stirring the ground and running away.
Even though part of her soul became a specter and fell prey to Baalzebub, she continued to try to escape while maintaining minimal consciousness.
Perhaps it was because of her brain, which had been split into several pieces.
Bikir tried to hold on with a knife stuck in Madame’s back, but she couldn’t help the fading consciousness.
Recently, he had been unable to eat or sleep while climbing the cliff, and he had almost completely reconstructed his body twice, so his stamina was exhausted.
Moreover, it was all the more so because the aura was emitted to such an extent that all the blood vessels in the body were burned.
If it was a normal swordsman, he would have already died or become a disabled person several times.
Kung-kung-kong-
From the other side of our consciousness, which is getting farther away, we hear the howls of beasts.
‘…It would be a big deal if a pack of wild dogs were coming.’
The eight-legged madam of the world is emitting poison, but what monster in the world would dare to approach here… Bikir wasn’t in a relaxed state enough to even think about that.
at last.
dump!
Bikir fell over Madame’s corpse.
…
The same sleep came as a thousand times or a moment.
Many faces shimmer in the darkness behind the eyelids.
The many faces that were sent away while coming through the age of destruction. And the faces of those I met after returning.
Faces such as Chihuahua, Sindi, Wendy, Pomeranian, Aquila, Camus, Iyen, and Dolores Barrymore rise to the surface without the public and then sink again.
The faces I met on Baskerville Street, the faces I met in Underdog City, the faces I met in floodwaters, the faces I met on Quo Vadis Street came to mind sequentially without any connection.
Among them were the faces of Hugo and Ahhemán.
Moment.
“……!”
Bikir wakes up suddenly.
few days? how many hours? how many minutes Or how many seconds have passed?
A vague silhouette was visible above the still battered body.
As I waited for my vision to become clearer, I felt the warm tongue licking my face.
The wolf Vakira was looking into Vikir’s face.
And next to it, you can see the face of Bakira and his best friend.
Iyen.
She was sitting next to Bikir, looking like she was about to burst into tears.
“Oh my God, Bikir!? Come to your senses!? Can you see me!? Hey! Ahhun! It’s here! It’s here!”
“Bikir! You’re alive! I’ll get you the medicine right away!”
“Poison! Wash away the poison! Move to the village quickly!”
In a quiet world without a handful of sounds, Iyen’s slowly pouting mouth, distorted vision, familiar faces gathering.
‘……Is it a dream?’
Vikir completely passed out at the end of this thought.
