Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 170

Episode 170 Pet Ponytail (1)

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” I must meet him again”

showed strong hostility.

A suffocating cloud of war hung over her grim expression as she bit her lip and mumbled.

Pok. Pung. Jeon. Hey. The results will tell you whether the Night Hound is poor or the Quo Vadisga is poor.

On the other hand, some argue that there is a possibility of a ‘holy war’ being declared in that Dolores, who used to use euphemisms in a mild tone, rarely used such stubborn and strong expressions… …

Various newspapers began to spread.

The volunteers who returned to the Colosseo Academy were surprised to read an article in the academy’s evening newspaper.

“Wow – the article has already appeared? We were at the site of this history.”

“Hmm. Is this because the manager declared a holy war?”

“I didn’t feel like that. I think the article went too far.”

Tudor and Sancho Piggy flipped through the papers, each saying a word.

Bianca and Sinclair next to her also nodded.

“Well, that’s what reporters are originally. You have to write in a stimulating way because you have to raise the number of views.”

“Brother Bikir! What do you think?”

Sinclair asks, and everyone looks in the same direction as her.

Vikir was standing behind them, some distance away from the group.

“…”

The image of Bikir walking quietly while reading a newspaper article.

The atmosphere is lonely and sad without knowing why.

“Why is he setting the mood like that? Hey, isn’t he coming? Then I went first…”

Bianca opened her mouth in a nonchalant manner, and Tudor, who was next to her, tapped her on the side.

“Hey. Are you not even considerate?”

“What? What consideration?”

“How does Vikir feel now?”

“…How do I know what he’s feeling?”

“Tsk tsk, a child without humanity. He’s always the same.”

Tudor slightly turned his head to look at Vikir behind him.

Then he turns to look back at Sancho and Piggy Bianca Sinclair.

“That guy from Bikir. He peed in front of people yesterday.”

“That’s right. That’s on top of the manager’s body.”

“……The quantity was too much.”

“Ugh~ It’s really dirty.”

“Hyung-a must be in a lot of trouble. Now.”

Tudor Sancho Piggy and Bianca Sinclair each picked up a word and served it.

Eventually, Tudor nodded.

“Bikir probably wants to be alone now.”

“Well. I think I was like that too.”

“A hasty consolation could actually be poisonous.”

“You can pee a little. The guy is timid. Do you think we’re going to spread rumors?”

“…No, no matter how bold you are, it’s annoying.”

Sinclair looked back at Bikir and muttered a pity.

“…I don’t care if my older brother pees.”

“? Of course you’ll be fine. Because you’re not cheap.”

Tudor patted Sinclair on the shoulder and told everyone.

“Now. Everyone understands? So let’s leave Vikir alone for a while. Piggy, how about you sleep in our room today? Leave him alone.”

“Huh? Is that okay?”

“What can’t be done? Let’s go to do some metal work together later.”

“Thank you, Sancho.”

Through this volunteer work, Piggy also seems to have become close with other friends.

The guys naturally moved away to give Bikir some alone time.

Meanwhile.

‘Are you going first? It just went well.’

Bikir watched the group of classmates in front of him and strayed sideways.

Bikir

returned to his dorm room alone and sat quietly at his desk.

A small wreath and a stick of incense were placed on the desk.

While the incense burned, Bikir said a moment of silence over the garland.

It was a mourning for a nymphet.

‘Aren’t you being too hard on the kid? Did you get a kiss?’

‘I didn’t receive it.’

It’s not ‘can’t’, it’s ‘not’! He wants to give me a kiss like that, so please accept it!’

The conversation I had with the saintess at the farewell party flashed through my mind.

‘If I had known it would be like this, I would have waited and received a kiss.’

Bikir frowned slightly.

“……I have to hunt harder.”

When the era of destruction arrives, countless innocent children like nymphets will die.

In order to prevent that, there was a need to hunt demons more diligently.

I will kill the demons and all the traitors who became their hands and feet.

“To do that… you have to check the harvest, right?”

Bikir took something out of his arms and set it aside.

It was a black leather bag obtained from Ephebo, Hebe, Pedo, and Geronto, respectively.

Each of these bags, with blue blood vessels pulsing under the black leather, seemed to be alive.

I merged them into one.

“……This.”

Bikir’s eyes widened slightly.

It was one big mask.

A large-sized mask that looks like a combination of a hood and a hood.

There are two pointed protrusions on the ears, as if the scalp of a cut Doberman has been removed.

And Bikir already knew the identity of these oparts.

“…I see. Is this something you can get here?”

A mask that exudes an ominous aura.

It was a relic comparable to the ‘Demonic Sword Baalzebub’.

< Picaresque, a face-to-face mask > / Mask

-Family love +0 -People

face-to-face -Off

Bikir closed his eyes and recalled the information about this artifact.

A long time ago, I had seen it in a magazine of all things in the Orient.

‘Is it a mask that gets stronger the more you kill your own people?’

When a human wears this mask, it is a devil’s mask that says that the more you kill the same human, the stronger you become.

It is also said that this mask has a mysterious power, and when worn, it has mysterious recovery and mana accumulation.

‘……Although I’ve heard that there are some side effects.’

Bikir immediately decided to try on the mask.

Flutter –

Shake off the mask and put it on your head.

“……!”

Bikir felt his body change.

Due to the last fight with Dantalian, the tattered body and physical strength began to recover rapidly.

It was at a level different from the bog salamander’s ability to regenerate.

‘This is amazing!’

The bog salamander’s regenerative power was excellent at regenerating the body that had fallen off, but it could not recharge its physical strength or mental strength.

But this mask does it. If you use only this, you can get rid of fatigue at any time.

……but. There was one problem.

“……What?”

Bikir was stunned when he realized that his body had shrunk dramatically.

“Nuke nuke nuke-”

I hurriedly turned my head to the mirror and saw a black dog, a black hairball, panicking in the room.

‘This is me?’

Bikir had to be surprised when he looked at himself who had become a dog in the mirror.

There was a saying that ‘drinking makes you a dog’, but it is a metaphorical term.

Other than that, ‘humans worse than dogs’, ‘humans worse than dogs’, ‘humans like dogs’, etc… All of them are just metaphors.

But Bikir himself has now become a ‘real dog’.

Shiny black fur, sharp teeth, cute eyes, and pink jelly on the palms and soles.

This is like a dog that is not going to die.

‘Seriously, is this a side effect? Oh, no!’

I tried shouting out loud, but

“Grunt-”

The only thing that comes out of his throat is the kind of sound a puppy would make when it wants to poop.

< Picaresque's face-to-face mask > / Mask

-Family strife +0

-Human face-to-face -On

The state of the artifact is a bit strange. I felt that what had been off turned to on.

Bikir hurriedly touched her neck with her paw.

Fortunately, traces of the mask still remained.

When Vikir showed a will to remove the mask, it fell away from the skin and skin and withdrew as if it had a will.

< Picaresque, the face-to-face mask > / Mask

-Family sangjang(同族相殘) +0

– Face-to-face -Off

Off again.

And soon, Bikir, who regained his human body, stood naked in front of the mirror again.

Bikir laughed at the naked clothes on the floor.

“It would be nice to take off your clothes at once before washing.”

Once again, I wake up and put on the mask, but this time it doesn’t turn into a dog.

Seeing that On and Off are clearly separated, it is probably a shape that can change when the wearer of the mask wants it and not change it when he doesn’t want it.

Bikir took off his mask and kept it well.

‘It’s the ability to turn into a dog at the moment you want. Rather than a side effect, it must be more of a serve ability.’

Later, when working as a night hound, the ability to transform into a dog seemed to be very helpful in many ways.

Not only will your resilience improve greatly, but it will also be useful for escaping from being seen.

‘…… Let’s see, was it possible to raise a pet inside the academy?’

Fortunately, there was no rule against keeping animals inside the academy dormitories.

Many students raise owls, pigeons, turtles, hamsters, etc.

However, it was not possible to raise large animals that could cause damage to the surroundings, which meant bears or elephants.

Just then, Bikir was looking through the dorm rules book. There

was

a sound that caught Bikir’s attention.

“……?”

The sound of something small and insignificant breaking.

Bikir turned his head, wanting something.

It was the sound of the coat hanging in the corner of the room.

After rummaging through his pockets, he found something surprising.

The egg of Madame Eight Legs.

I was getting more and more incontinent in this black sphere.

“Oh, come to think of it, it was this guy who blocked Dantalian’s spear in the end.”

I knew that it was unexpectedly hard and bouncy, but I didn’t know that I would be fine even if I blocked the demon king’s spear.

But now that I look at it, it doesn’t seem to be all that well.

Poojak- Podeudeuk!

The eggshell was gradually breaking.

‘Even the eight-legged mother, Madame, ate her eggs by melting them with acid saliva. The shock was strong enough…’

Bikir looked at Al with a new expression.

yet.

Knock!

The eggshell is completely broken.

And the one inside opens its eyes for the first time and looks at Bikir.

“……?”

Bikir tilted his head.

Inside the cracked eggshell, you can see that there is something like a burnt piece of bread inside.

It was the first creature I had ever seen.

And he saw Bikir for the first time as soon as he woke up.

When Bikir tilts his head, the guy also tilts his head and imitates Bikir’s actions.

Bikir was a little nervous.

It looks small and insignificant, but this guy is definitely the cub of Madame Eight Legs, who reigned as the ‘Nightmare of Flood Damage’.

Didn’t Bikir almost die several times trying to hunt that giant spider?

but.

Surprisingly, this lump of dust jumped up and burrowed into Vikir’s arms.

Then, as he rubbed his face in Bikir’s arms, he started making really unexpected noises.

[Dog-meong-nuclear-whining-]

It looked like a newborn baby wolf.