Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 11

Episode 11 The Hounds of Hell (4)

An unpleasant cry that can be heard when bronze pieces rub against each other.

< Cerberus(Κέρβερος) >

Danger Rating: A+

Size: 7m

Location of discovery: Red and Black Mountains 7th ridge

-aka ‘Guard Dog of Hell’

I’m not interested in ghosts trying to enter hell, but I’m not interested in ghosts trying to get out of hell. Tear it up and make it into pieces of rags.

It lives deep in the oil world, where all the ghosts finally head, and leads to the ultimate of monsters of the Yugye species.

This monster that spews gas and oil flames from deep inside its three throats is Cerberus, the guardian dog of hell.

Even the seasoned hunter Bikir was a super-elite monster that he had only seen once from a distance before returning.

One day, the gate to the demon world suddenly opened, and demons exploded from all over the place.

On the day that announced the beginning of a long disaster, warriors selected from the 7th family died by more than three digits to this Cerberus, who was rampaging at the forefront.

Because it was the beginning of the war when everyone was clumsy, the damage was even more severe.

The damage would have been out of control had it not been for the youngest female head of the House of Morgue, Empress Dowager Morgue Camus, to step forward.

And just now, that Cerberus appeared before Vikir’s eyes.

“…”

Bikire remained calm even in the face of this mighty monster that would be useless even if a hundred hellhounds attacked at once.

“I see. Cerberus has already crossed over. Why did a guy who only lived around the 7th ridge come all the way here?”

As the saying goes, the area where Cerberus was originally discovered was the highlands of the Red and Black Mountains.

But now, Cerberus is down to the lowlands of the first part of the ridge here.

I don’t know what made this guy come this far…

[Kleureung!]

It was a pretty embarrassing situation for Vikir.

“It can’t be helped.”

Bikir decided to turn over all the paddles he had hidden.

There is no room to hide the skills before returning.

Fortunately, I had crossed the border quite a bit, so I didn’t feel any stares around me.

There are no guardian knights of the Yeongdo dog, so there is no need to fight while hiding your skills.

…Sparkle!

Bikir took out his shortsword and blew mana into it.

At the tip of the sword, the gas aura that only those who have reached the advanced level of sword expert can create is overflowing.

Low expert = Wizard 1st circle

Expert intermediate = Wizard 2nd circle

Expert high = Wizard 3rd circle Graduator

low = Wizard 4th circle Graduate

intermediate = Wizard 5th circle Advanced = Wizard

6th circle

Sword master = Wizard 7th circle

The formula of martial arts.

What burns at the tip of 8-year-old Bikir’s sword is a dense gaseous aura that seems to turn into liquid at any moment.

It symbolizes an expert advanced level, and it is a skill that corresponds to a whopping 3rd class in terms of magicians.

Before returning, he was in his twenties.

Vikir raised her mana and quickly moved her hand.

The shortsword moves while drawing strange scars in the air.

Sharp tooth-like trajectory It looked as if three teeth had been summoned in the air.

Baskerville Type 3. A swordsmanship in which three teeth are drawn with a sword and driven into the opponent’s neck.

Bikir in his previous life had mastered this Baskerville formula up to the 4th formula, and was originally able to create four teeth.

In addition, he had the mana and aura of a senior grader, so if you compare then and now, it is a shabby level.

But Bikir has another weapon.

Such is the case with a small body, quick mobility, and a body hardened by the blessing of the River Styx.

The pros are clear and the cons are clear.

Bikir swung his sword and created three teeth.

The child’s hands and arms were small and short, so it couldn’t produce the ‘fourth tooth’, which was an organ of the previous life, but nevertheless, the aura of gas and three teeth clearly extending from the tip of the sword were able to block Cerberus’ claws well.

“……?”

Bikir felt something strange.

It is Cerberus that was too daunting even with the strength before the return, but is it possible to be an opponent with the body of an infant who is far behind the inaction at that time?

This means that something is wrong on the Cerberus side as well.

indeed.

“……!”

Bikir’s keen eye caught something.

If you look closely at the inside of Cerberus’ side, you can see a dent.

His movements were a little unnatural, so it was clear that he had several broken ribs.

Even in the area where the fur was torn off, clear arrowhead marks were engraved.

“Who caught it?”

Bikir laughed incredulously.

Come to think of it, barbarians live on the other side of the red and black mountains.

In the meantime, the barbaric tribes that the iron-blooded swordsman Baskerville and the prestigious mage have been harassing Morgue.

If he was driven to this place by the backslidings of barbarians, it seems that Cerberus’ situation is not very good.

earth! Daang! Kang!

Bikir gathered the aura that was scattered like a gas and continued to block Cerberus’ claws and teeth.

Every time the sword and teeth clashed, there was a sound of iron and bronze clashing, and sparks flew.

[Kreureung! kong! That!]

Cerberus moved his three heads to bite Bikir, but every time he failed.

“I’m kind of used to fighting triplets.”

not that it isn’t It is true that the triplet Hive Bro Middle Bro Low Bro’s swordsmanship and trident tactics were inspired by Cerberus’ fighting style.

I’m used to it because I was terribly bullied by the triplets during numerous performance evaluations in my previous life.

Most of the numerous anomalous patterns were familiar.

The triplets in the previous life were skilled and smart, so they learned Cerberus’ attack patterns as if they were born with them, and Vikir is reminiscing about those days and dealing with Cerberus.

Booung!

Baskerville Type 1 Sharp teeth ricochet Cerberus’s teeth.

kang!

The Baskerville Type 2 second tooth is halfway into Cerberus’ neck.

…Poo-wook!

The third tooth of the Baskerville Type 3 strikes the second tooth, driving it deeper and deeper into Cerberus’ neck.

Bikir’s Baskerville ceremony was clearly similar to the normal Baskerville ceremony, but was subtly different.

The swordsmen who have passed through the age of destruction have something that the swordsmen of the previous era cannot copy.

Existing swordsmanship theories of the peaceful era were completely reinterpreted through the era of destruction, and unnecessary flab and fat were drained to the limit.

A sword that only moves to kill its opponent.

Here, extreme practical experience was added.

To put it in an analogy, the swordsmanship of the general world is beef with good marbling, the swordsmanship of the Baskervilles is tough chicken breast, and the current swordsmanship of Vikir is like dried beef jerky.

The ultimate essence is the intention to kill the other person.

Bikir’s sword has a clear sense of purpose.

…Fuck!

The shortsword hit Cerberus’ side.

The gas-like aura exploded and Cerberus let out a scream.

However, Cerberus is not afraid of Hell’s guard dog.

The guy stabbed his claw into the empty part just below the trajectory the shortsword had drawn.

Knock!

Since I took the bones of my opponent, it is natural for me to sacrifice my own flesh.

Bikir’s back snapped.

but. Surprisingly, his body, which was almost pickled in the River Styx, withstood Cerberus’ claws.

“……But twice would be impossible.”

Bikir frowned.

No guts burst, but a few ribs were definitely broken.

Besides, to make matters worse.

Pacan!

The short sword that couldn’t withstand Vikir’s aura eventually broke.

“this.”

Difficulty. But a seasoned hunter always finds the best route even under these circumstances. that.

“It’s a series of 36 lines.”

Thirty-six strategies devised by the head of the Leviathan family, who is the most knowledgeable in the art of war among the 7 families.

Among them, the 36th is the circumstance sangchaek (走爲上策).

Hodadak-

Bikir quickly turned around and kicked the ground as hard as he could.

Then Cerberus, who seized the victory, goes after such a vikir.

[…Kleurreung!]

If it weren’t for the huge wounds carved on the side of Cerberus, who was attacking in an instant, he would have been caught right away.

Bikir escaped the floodwaters, deeply grateful to the nameless savage tribe beyond the mountains.

yet. You can see the boundary that Bikir has crossed.

Unfortunately or fortunately, there were no guide dogs around.

Bikir jumped over the barbed wire marking the border and ran.

Cerberus crashed into the barbed wire and stakes in front of him and shattered them, then thrust three of his heads into Vikir’s back.

[Kong! kong! Kyeong!]

Is there anything more powerful than a hunting dog chasing after its prey?

Cerberus opens his mouth in triumph.

Now, the distance has narrowed to the nose. soon. Soon you will be able to chew the flesh and bite the bones of your prey.

…thump!

If only it hadn’t been for the floor that suddenly went down. All of a

sudden,

the floor collapsed.

Cerberus threw himself into the pit covered with dry straw to make it indistinguishable from the plain.

Cerberus, who fell into the trap, lost his balance, but immediately landed on the floor and tried to jump back up the pit.

……But it was impossible.

Fufufufufu!

This is because numerous wooden spears stuck upside down on the floor stabbed her body.

[Kickaeng!]

Cerberus’ three heads each burst with a tearing scream.

At the bottom of the pit Bikir had dug, there were countless wooden spears protruding.

Of course, most of the wooden spears could not pierce Cerberus’ hard skin and broke, but some wooden spears penetrated Cerberus’ body and left fatal wounds.

It was the area where the arrowhead-shaped wound on the lower abdomen on the inside of the side had been deeply dug.

“Welcome to the cradle of the sword.”

Bikir briefly congratulated himself.

Originally, this trap was made in preparation for being chased by other monsters such as hellhounds.

They were installed just to impede movement or a little.

Right now, I’m getting quite an unexpected income.

Trembling…

Cerberus broke the wooden spears stuck in his side and mouth, shaking violently all over his body.

But it was something else that made Cerberus’s body tremble before that.

Blood Bean!

Bikir boiled the bloodbean beans and soaked the wooden spear in the water so that the energy soaked into the tip of the spear.

Cerberus is also a canine monster. A large amount of chocolate energy permeates directly into the body through the blood of the wound.

However, like a high-ranking monster, he did not fall down at once.

The bubbling foam at the corners of your mouth, the burning excrement dripping from your anus, the thick smell of chocolate coffee.

But even so, the three heads stand upright and stare at Bikir.

Bikir shook the sack and took out all the bloody bean beans.

Tick! tick tick! sudden!

Beans fly towards Cerberus’s three gaping jaws.

Most of the beans Bikir threw went into the mouth of Cerberus, who was slowed down by the spear.

As a result, Cerberus’ movement gradually slows down.

Dduk! Dduk!

Eventually, Cerberus completely broke several wooden spears stuck in his body and drove Bikir to the corner of the pit.

It was around the time the sack of Blood Bean Beans was empty.

Cerberus, who has become a wreck, but still has the power to bite the neck of his prey through a final leap.

“…”

Knowing that, Bikir, driven to a dead end, looked extremely cautious.

Before long, Cerberus moved.

Bikir also lunges forward while holding a wooden spear.

…Pat!

The wooden spear thrown by the hunter flew through the air and grazed Cerberus’ body.

The wooden spear, which seemed to be slightly stuck in the wound on the side, was pulled out helplessly.

If it wasn’t for the original arrow mark, it would have bounced off at all.

Cerberus bared his teeth at the defenseless Bikir.

Cerberus’ six eyes burned even more intensely at the thought that he would soon see the end of his prey that had been so annoying.

……but.

Beetle!

Cerberus, who had been running, stumbled for an instant.

Cerberus, who suddenly lost his balance, panicked, but calmly took a step forward.

Stumbling –

But the second step was also out of focus.

The third step was the same. At the fourth step, I even almost fell, bending my leg in a strange direction, and at the fifth step, I fell.

And in the sixth step, he barely dragged his body forward, and in the seventh step, he fell flat on the floor without even crawling.

only seven times.

The number of steps Cerberus took while approaching Bikir.

That was his last.

…cheap!

The three heads, foam bubbling at the corners of their mouths, sank into the red earth and never moved again.

Only then did Bikir sit down leaning against the cliff.

“……It’s worth hiding.”

The hunter’s gaze is directed at the wooden spear he threw earlier.

A wooden spear that just grazed Cerberus.

However, the wooden spear is a little different from other wooden spears.

Attached to the tip of the spear were two small but sharp spikes.

At the end of this dry thorn, you can see that there is a dark aura.

A snake’s venom that makes it difficult to walk seven steps if bitten once.

The Bloody Mamba’s malice was still flashing.