Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 139

Episode 139 Man is Power (1)

“Venomphion is a B+ rank monster that can be easily caught if you pay attention to the first stinger on its tail and the second stinger on its stomach.”

Professor Banshee, who heard Vikir’s announcement, frowned as if he had never heard of it.

“…’Second stinger’? What is that?”

Venomphion is a large scorpion that lives in the desert and carries a large stinger near its tail.

If you are stung by this stinger, you have no choice but to face death before walking a few steps, so those who travel the desert pay special attention to the tail area when meeting Venompion.

……But it was the first time even Professor Banshee had heard that this Venomphion had two stingers.

In the first place, the danger level of Venompion prescribed by the Empire was not a B+ grade, but an A grade.

Bikir just shut his mouth, wanting to say goodbye.

‘Right. Was it at a time when research on Venomphion hadn’t been actively conducted yet?’

What was so obvious to adventurers who lived through the era of destruction is bound to be unfamiliar information to people of this era.

The strategy related to Venompion was also the same.

At this point, it is still before the empire engages in a large-scale monster subjugation.

It was natural that not much information was known about the monsters.

Since it will be several years from now that research on Venompion will be properly conducted, Venompion is still an unfamiliar monster to the people of the Empire.

Originally, the second poison needle hidden under Venompion’s stomach armor was accidentally discovered by a researcher.

When the hard exoskeleton was not dissected one by one and was applied to the smallest unit that could no longer be decomposed, the researcher accidentally spilled the solution and melted the area around Venompion’s belly armor, and the existence of the small poison needle hidden inside it was revealed to the world. it became known

After that, Venompion’s strategy began to be reestablished, and as the reasons for the mysterious behaviors and unexplained attack patterns of this evil scorpion were clarified, the risk level was downgraded.

However, all of this was information that people of the present era could not know, so Vikir just quietly evaded it.

“…It seems that I have been researching the wrong data by mistake.”

But Professor Banshee didn’t let Vikir go.

“How dare you do wrong data research in my class? A guy who makes such a stupid mistake doesn’t deserve to listen to my lecture. I’ll deduct 10 points from the overall attitude score for Cold Weapons Donation.”

Professor Banshee threatened Bikir, or the entire Cold Weapons Donation.

Then, sighs and sighs could be heard from all over the classroom.

Some students were glaring at Vikir, who was not the Banshee professor, as if to kill him.

Bikir sighed helplessly.

If you go on like this, the scores of the Amon students will be reduced, and then you will make useless enemies again.

Reluctantly, Bikir reiterated what he knew.

“However, before deducting points, if you disassemble the stomach carapace of the scorpion carcass you have, the situation will be a little clearer.”

“That means that your research results are correct?”

“Otherwise, you can set my attitude score to 0, but please do not deduct the group score.”

Professor Banshee twisted the corners of his mouth and smirked.

“Okay. I’ll give you a chance to look at my specimen by looking at that noble spirit of sacrifice.”

In time, Professor Banshee turned over his prized scorpion carcass.

In the middle, where the hideous legs are folded, you can see the hard ship deck.

Professor Banshee took a scalpel, pumped mana into it, and ripped through the ship’s armor.

Even the hard parts that I wouldn’t have touched anymore.

OK. The students who were watching from the front row were startled and saw a scene that made them fall backwards.

…Poo-wook!

Suddenly, the stinger that had been hidden near the stomach protruded upward.

“Hehe!?”

Professor Banshee was stunned to see the stinger shoot right past his nose and fell backwards, hitting his buttock.

The hair in front of Professor Banshee, which had been cut in clumps, falls flutteringly.

Bikir looked at it and thought to himself.

‘The thing that turns over when Venomphion dies is the last move to get along with the other person. The reason why that stinger is not known to the world is that almost all the witnesses are dead.’

Before long, Professor Banshee hurriedly got up from the ground and asked Bikir.

“So how did you know this?”

“I was just guessing.”

“……What guess?”

“The reason why there are few people who have seen Venompion is that most of the witnesses are dead, and I wondered where this scorpion’s deadly skill was hidden. I wondered if the venomous sting on its plainly visible tail would pose such a great threat to adventurers. So I just focused on the largest and most complex ship armor.”

Upon hearing this, Professor Banshee made a puzzled expression.

Are you doing research just for that stupid reason? And did you get such significant results?

However, I can’t believe it when the undergraduate student who made this great discovery says so.

Professor Banshee murmured, salivating.

“I see. That’s why Venomphion sometimes leaves its claws behind and attacks with its middle or tip legs. That’s why it shows erratic attack patterns. The stinger near its stomach is disposable, so it takes a long time for the stinger to regenerate after using it. Will it change to a simple ignorant attack pattern?”

Then, all the students who heard Professor Banshee’s murmur exclaimed, Ohhh.

……Except for one.

While everyone was looking back at Bikir in admiration, there was a white-haired female student with her head bowed in the front seat.

“…”

It was Sinclair, the model student of the Fever Donation Department.

What is she thinking when she sees the results of Vikir’s research, which analyzed the phenomenon much more accurately and beneficially than her own research results?

However, regardless of her mood, all the students of the Cold Weapons and Heat Weapons Departments whispered about Bikir’s announcement.

“Wow, that’s really great. How can you do a study like that?”

“I thought only being good at sports was cool… but studying well is cool too.”

“But didn’t he exercise well? The other day, during Naphtali, he competed with Tudor and Sancho.”

“Ah, that’s because it’s a match that didn’t use mana. Later, during the official athletic meet, you use mana as well.”

“What do you do if you study well? He’s from a commoner and doesn’t even have the basics of mana anyway. He’ll be robbed during the midterm exam?”

“Still, you have a cool attitude. Did you hear that I said not to deduct the group score even if the individual score is deducted? You are loyal.”

Public opinion was generally going well.

Although, in the first place, it was not pleasant for Bikir to form public opinion about him, good or bad.

Meanwhile.

Some of the freshman girls were chatting secretly, glancing back at Bikir.

“This time, I’ve definitely learned about my taste. I think I like a bit of a nerdy style. I guess I have nerd tastes.”

“It’s good for a nerd to be good-looking too…”

They laugh among themselves about what’s so good about it, imagining the face hidden behind Bikir’s bangs and glasses.

Then one of them raised her head and looked at the girl behind her.

“Hey Bianca. How are you? Isn’t she okay?”

Bianca. The eldest daughter of the concubine and co-chief of cold weapons donation, she raised her head.

Bianca answered in a calm tone.

“Being handsome or smart doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t matter if you’re pretty.”

“Eh? Then what does it mean?”

To the questions of her friends, Bianca gave a concise answer in one word.

“A man is power. He must be strong.”

Bianca’s view of reason was very clear and distinct.

“I don’t have any interest in guys who are weaker than me. Whether it’s Bikir or Baccarat… what about a guy who isn’t even a lower level expert?”

“Eh? Didn’t you do pretty well last time in Naphtali?”

“That’s not using mana. The intensity and size of the aura is proof of true strength. That guy will probably shed bloody tears during the midterm exam? A weak guy can’t survive in the academy.”

“Ah, that’s too strict. It’s okay if the guy is handsome and smart.”

The girls turn their heads again and chatter among themselves.

But Bianca was still looking at Bikir with an uninspired gaze.

‘What’s good about such a corrupt guy?’

She clicked her tongue at the male gaze of female students her age.

In Bianca’s gaze, Bikir’s figure is once again captured.

The way she answered Professor Banshee’s question step by step did not elicit any inspiration from Bianca.

‘Can’t even be an expert lower class? ……It’s boring.’

Bianca closed her eyes and yawned once.

And he completely turned his attention away from Bikir.

* * *

A small old nursery school located in a remote area in the corner of the ecliptic.

“It’s a master! It’s a sword master!”

Horror-ridden death rage spewed out.

“Save me! Save me please! I’m not at fault!”

A night well past midnight. when everyone is asleep.

A fat man was running away, crawling across the floor, squeezing tears and runny nose.

And behind him stood Bikir, or the ‘Night Hound’, emitting a red aura with a long sword.

Bikir frowned.

‘Sword Master.’

Strictly speaking, Bikir is still a top grader.

However, the aura emitted through the demonic sword Baalzebub is so dense and dense that it is almost in a liquid state close to a solid state.

Perhaps this villain, who is about to beheaded, mistook him for a master after seeing the aura of Bikir, the top grader.

Bikir said in a dry voice.

“……Doctor seller. 52 years old. According to information, the mayor of the district and the head of the nursery school. He colluded with the devil and sold the children. As the kingdom is overflowing with nobles’ illegitimate children, they must have treated only high-class orphans. . yes?”

“A classy orphan! How could such a thing exist!”

“The blood of a high-ranking family is flowing, and the face is white and beautiful, able to read and write, and is cultured. All of those things are premium. To you, isn’t it?”

“No! There’s no such thing as good or bad for orphans. It’s just that they’re all blood bags anyway… Huh!?”

Dogseller subconsciously confessed his crime.

A broker wearing the mask of a nursery school manager.

It doesn’t matter if he knew or didn’t know that he was dealing with the devil.

Bikir lifted up Baalzebub. .Now

, if you put strength into your arms and lower them down, the author’s neck will roll off the body and roll on the floor.

Just then.

“…!”

Bikire felt a cold night breeze blowing from behind.

Ugh-

it was too cold and heavy to be a natural wind.

Kwak!

As Bikir jumped up, something large and heavy flew from behind.

It broke the shoulder of the fat dog seller that was supposed to be killed and smashed the stone pillar behind it. “……?”

Bikir turned his head,

and

through the window of his plague mask, he saw something grotesque:

a man in a neat black suit,

his face covered in something like a black sack with dirty stitching, and his hands was holding a sledgehammer,

and most of all,

‘…this smell.’ The

overpowering

smell that emanated from him was the kind that only the devil

could

emit

. The bent blade is restored to its original state, and the aura on the tip spreads out like water droplets.

Amidst the countless raindrops of bullets, a man wearing a black hilt raises his

hammer .

He slammed the floor with a shovel, sending dust and stone fragments flying, blocking Bikir’s aura shot

. Bikir

narrowed

his eyes as he saw the black aura carried on his hammer

.

He’s a strong guy, but he’s not a devil like Tensangshi. He

‘s probably a servant doing

chores under Tensangshi

.

It was the first clue I got after coming to the academy

…. But?

[Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.] When

the man with the black bag raised the hammer, Bikir’s complexion changed

. It

was because the posture was quite familiar even to

Bikir

. It was a blunt technique.