Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 102

Episode 102 Longing and longing (2)

Bikir opened his eyes.

I slept well without a single nightmare.

I always slept half awake to prepare for an ambush or other disaster, but this time I woke up from a sound sleep, defenseless as if I was really dead.

Of course, when I woke up, the wounds on my body were completely healed.

It was partly because of the bog salamander’s ability to regenerate, but also because all kinds of good medicines healed the inside and outside of the body.

“…Is this place?”

Bikir lifted his upper body.

It was covered with a soft, furry, clean cotton duvet spread over dry straw.

Moreover, even the medicinal materials and various splints covering the whole body.

Inside Balak’s barracks, it was a fairly familiar room structure.

Looking down, he saw the owner of the room asleep at Bikir’s feet.

It was Iyen.

The moment Bikir tries to open his mouth.

“……Are you awake?”

A voice came from the entrance of the barracks.

Aquila. The night fox was looking down at Vikir.

She had aged quite a bit in the few days I hadn’t seen her.

Shaded cheeks and shadows under the eyes.

The years she had been suppressing by force all this time were flowing again.

Aquila sat down beside Bikir’s bed. Then, she glanced back at Iyen, who was sleeping next to her, and said.

“Iyen carried you fainting on his back. He ran down and down for three days and nights.”

Is that why? Iyen, who ran with all her might without eating or sleeping for several days, is now asleep without leaving Bikir’s feet.

“…”

Bikir looked down at Iyen, who was sleeping with her toe tightly clamped, and fell silent for a moment.

Aquila asked Bikir.

“What the hell happened?”

Bikir hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth.

“I tried to kill Madam…”

The complete death of Madam. Vikir couldn’t confirm it to the end. That’s why I only opened my mouth about the process before that.

“I didn’t think I would be able to beat it with my strength, so I dropped it to the bottom of the peak and barely won. It’s just a pity that I couldn’t definitely cut off Madame’s breath.”

Bikir said calmly, but in fact this was a great surprise.

Madam, who has been tormenting the natives of the Sea of Water for so many years, has finally been exterminated by a young hero.

The natives no longer had to offer sacrifices.

I was able to use the light to my heart’s content even on a dark night, and I no longer had to hold my breath on a stormy night.

This was an achievement enough to be praised as the savior of all the tribes that exist in the sea of water.

Aquila expressed amazement throughout the entire time she listened to Bikir’s words.

And soon, Aquila told me what Bikir was curious about.

“After you passed out, Madam ran away from the spot. Balak’s warriors followed you, but the miasma spread around you was so terrible that you couldn’t get close. Rescuing you was all we could do.”

I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but as Madame ran away, she sprayed deadly poison all over the place.

Because of the poison fog created by the volatilization, the warriors and wolves couldn’t end her breath.

but.

Aquila said with a determined expression.

“But Madame would be dead by now.”

As Bikir turned his head, Aquila affirmed.

“The wound never lasts long.”

That’s right. Madam’s entire body was crushed and various important body organs were lost.

The core internal organs such as the heart, heart, lungs and intestines all protruded out of the body and stretched to the point of being dragged on the floor, and the exoskeleton called the exoskeleton was all smashed.

The bone marrow had even split open and the brain inside it had been torn into several pieces, so the odds of the madam surviving were extremely slim.

Aquila had a reason for being so sure.

“Moreover. The place where Madame fled is the ‘cold valley’, which is famous for being cold even in floods. It is a place where ice is frozen even in July. A body so battered cannot withstand the harsh climate there.”

in other words. Madame will either die from her injuries, or starve to death from immobility, or freeze to death from the freezing cold.

No matter how you look at it, there was no other fate in front of the madam than death.

Therefore, Vikir became the hero of the flood that killed Madam.

“To say he’s a hero is an understatement.”

Bikir shook his head in a gesture of humility, and Aquila smiled dryly.

“Is this too much praise?”

As soon as Aquila finished speaking, she quickly removed the curtain at the entrance to the barracks.

and that moment.

“……!”

Bikir could only keep his eyes wide open.

Outside the barracks, at first glance, there was an enormous crowd of more than four figures.

All of them knelt down, closed their eyes, and put their hands together in prayer.

“We hope for the recovery of Bikir, the hero of the flood. Please pray for us…” Not only the

bold tribes of the Balak Rococo Renaissance, etc., but also the minority tribes with never-before-seen appearances and costumes.

The way they prayed was different, but the bar they were praying for was the same.

Everyone with one heart and one mind surrounded Bikir’s barracks and was offering sacrifices.

and soon.

Ooh-wow!

Seeing Bikir awaken, they stomped their feet in unison, raised their voices, and let out a roar of joy.

It was the moment when the entire tribe of Suhae was united under Vikir’s achievements.

* * *

That night.

All series of processes and incidents came to a calm end.

The festival of eating, drinking and enjoying the night and the memorial service for the dead ended at the same time.

Those who survived drink and get drunk and make new resolutions out of a sense of mission, sadness, relief, or joy.

And the night when everything was over and quiet.

“…”

Vikir closed her eyes and was checking her body condition.

‘I got it back. The heyday before the return.’

I can feel the aura bubbling deep inside my body.

This thick aura, which has been extremely narrowed down and sticky to the limit, is now thought to be closer to a solid than a liquid.

The highest grade of a graduate. This was also the stage Bikir had reached before returning.

In addition, Baskerville’s advanced swordsmanship was added.

The sixth tooth you drew when dealing with Madam.

And before I knew it, an additional small tooth had sprouted behind it.

Baskerville’s seventh ceremony.

The seventh tooth that surpasses carnivore.

Vikir was able to create a seventh tooth, albeit a small one, after a desperate struggle with Madame.

I don’t know the detailed reason myself, but I can only see it as a phenomenon that appeared naturally as the understanding of the group deepened at the moment of crisis.

He had completely regained his fighting power during his heyday before returning and even obtained the 7th set of Baskerville.

Considering that Bikir’s swordsmanship before returning was only 4 and the current head of the Baskervilles, Hugo Les Baskervilles, had 7 swordsmanship, this was a truly tremendous achievement.

‘But Hugo is a sword master.’

No matter how much he has the same level of swordsmanship, Hugo is a master.

Although Bikir is a top grader, he has not yet broken down the master’s wall.

‘…Still, since I reached the level at 17 that I hadn’t reached until I was 40, it’s a business that still leaves a lot to be desired.’

Maybe someone else would faint if they knew this.

Even the previous sword masters of the Baskerville family, who were called the best equipment in history, could not achieve this level of achievement.

Furthermore, Bikir was confident that even if he competed 1:1 with the Sword Master, he would not be pushed back unilaterally.

‘If it’s a matter of life and death, not sparring, it’s not like there’s no chance of winning.’

Bikir’s eyes lit up as he remembered Hugo’s face.

At the same time, Baalzebub, the demonic sword that was much longer than before, pulled out the blade from the artery in the wrist.

…Pud Deuk!

The red-patterned Baalzebub inscribed on the dark sword had more ominous energy than before.

The reason is…

< The gluttonous fly 'Baalzebub' > / Slot

-1: Venom – Madame Eight Legs (S)

-2 Slot: Silent Hill – Monsieur Houche (A+)

-3 Slot: Super speed Regeneration – Bog Salamander (A+)

It’s because of the huge specter that recently joined.

Madame Eight Legs.

After part of her soul became a specter and dwelled in Baalzebub, this dangerous weapon became even more lethal.

extreme poison.

This is because Madame’s terrifying malice dwells, which can cause death even in a very small amount.

For a while, Chan-chan looked over the results obtained from killing Madam Bikir.

at that time. Suddenly, Bikir’s thoughts went elsewhere.

‘Come to think of it… what should I do with this?’

The place where Bikir turned his gaze was the bosom of the black cloak he was wearing.

When I put my hand into the inner pocket, I felt the expected texture.

One soft little ball.

This large black ball bobbed gently in Vikir’s hand.

This was the egg laid by Madame Eight Legs.

During the battle, Madame ate each of the eggs she laid to recover her physical strength, but this was the last egg left by Madam.

It was picked up by Bikir at random.

‘I saw it the moment it fell, so I picked it up… but I didn’t know it wouldn’t explode even in the shock of the fall.’

The egg was quite durable even after that.

No matter how many times you hit it with your fist, it doesn’t break, perhaps because it has such good elasticity.

It seems that the others did not know what the identity of this black egg was and left it alone…

“Hmm, can it be hatched?”

Since they left their mother’s arms, there was a high possibility that even healthy eggs would not hatch properly.

It could have been unfertilized in the first place, or it could have been upset.

Bikir first kept the egg in his bosom.

Thinking that one day it might be used as a research material.

‘……Should I leave now?’

Bikir collapsed and lay down on a pile of straw.

Over the past two years, I have seen, heard, and experienced many things here in floodwaters.

And it was an experience that I will never forget for the rest of my life.

He completely regained his fighting ability before returning and learned various important knowledge.

But I couldn’t live here forever.

There was still a lot of work left to do when I went back.

‘……someday. If one day I finish all my plans It would be okay to come back here then.’

Just when Bikir is recalling his plans for the future.

Bang bang bang –

someone knocked on the barracks curtain.

Before long, someone entered the barracks where Bikir was lying.

Whiiing –

The dewy night wind comes in and extinguishes the candles in the barracks.

“……?”

Vikir looked at the shadows cast over the darkness.

Iyen.

She was looking down at Bikir with her back to the Milky Way of countless stars in the dark blue night sky.

……but?

“Bikir.”

Iyen’s voice calling Bikir is quite serious like never before.

She’s always taciturn and serious… But today, for some reason, she’s wearing a particularly spleen-looking expression.

yet.

Ayen came closer to Vikir.

And said in a low voice.

“……Can you help me?”