Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 255

Episode 255 Grave of Swords (1)

Bikir entered the area deep in the sea of enemies and black mountains.

If you follow the ridge of the lowland from Hill 207 on the Western Front all the way to the Sogeum River basin, you will see a familiar place.

Balak’s village. This is where Bikir once spent a long time.

……But now there was nothing in this place.

Balak’s warriors moved deeper into the flood seas after the Ahheman Incident, and since then they have never been in contact with Bikir either.

Iyen’s letters, which used to come in from time to time, also stopped at some point, so there was no way to know their news.

‘According to Sindi Wendy’s testimony, Balak’s warriors did not appear during the trade, right? Did something happen?’

All the natives of the Sea of Water praised Bikir as a hero and were fully cooperating with Sindiwendi’s trade, but Balak was not among them.

Sindi Wendy also expressed her curiosity about the recent loss of contact with the Balak tribe.

But Bikir decided to stop worrying.

“……They’re not the kind of people who can be easily defeated anywhere.”

There are many excellent warriors in Balak.

Aquila, the night fox who leads them, is also terrifyingly strong, and her daughter, Iyen, is also strong enough to cross the supreme realm at a young age, so they are not in a position to be worried.

‘If they cut off contact once and hide, there’s no way to find them here.’

Since no news was good news, it was best to believe that they would be contacted again soon.

“For now, let’s focus on finding the Wraith Tree.”

Bikir returned to reality.

Ghost Tree. It was an ancient artifact and a type of mana alchemy that is now considered only a legend.

A tree of mana that takes root in the magician’s imagination and grows with the karma of the soul as food.

An incomprehensible existence that feeds on abstraction and metaphysics and brings its harvest to the material world.

It appears in a mythical book titled ‘Return of the Hound of the Head of the Head of Madou’, and it is an old document dealing with the life of ‘Morgue Tjersi’, one of the ancestors of Morgue, the head of the Head of Madou.

The age when the myth was created is unknown, but it is presumed to be the time when countless minor nations were scattered before the continent was unified into one empire.

It was a very old story that had been handed down in the Morgue family since then, so no one thought deeply about its authenticity.

But Bikir, who lived in the future, knew.

This is because there was a person who actually used this wraith tree when the age of destruction arrived.

‘……Snake, the king of corpses. Seeere’s contractor. The Wraith Tree was originally an ancient artifact that should have been in his hands.’

Now that history has changed and he has disappeared, he was originally the person who would become the owner of the Wraith Tree.

Seere manipulated Snake’s body to control the Wraith Tree, which gave him terrifying power.

The dead tree is nothing more than a withered tree that appears to have dried up and died.

However, this plant feeds on the grudges of the dead and absorbs countless deaths and specters. The Wraith Tree droops huge stems as large as the World Tree and hangs clusters of skull-like fruits.

The germination condition for Wraith Tree Seeds is ‘mass death’.

The Wraith Tree, which has been grown by fertilizing countless ghosts, hangs the fruit that the captive ghosts have absorbed at the end of the branches. If humans eat these fruits, they can make the powers and skills of the ghosts their own.

Therefore, a magician who has planted the Wraith Tree in his soul inevitably becomes obsessed with black magic and has no choice but to walk a path dotted with countless blood and lives.

Before returning, Snake obtained the Wraith Tree and made soldiers of the corpses of countless dead people he had killed so far, while at the same time turning their ghosts into fruits and consuming them all.

‘…The amount of mana was comparable to the amount accumulated by the genius ‘Mrs.

The battle between the two was so great that it shattered the sky and turned the ground upside down.

To the extent that Bikir, a junior officer, could not even dare to look straight at him.

‘The fight between the two of them was enough to wipe out an entire island.’

well anyway

In times of peace, the Wraith Tree would be hidden as a seed or a small bush, and in times of war, a being that would drape its trunk and branches as huge and vast as the World Tree, a mythical being.

This time, we will have to add this Wraith Tree to our allies’ strength.

Therefore, preoccupying it was also an essential task to be done before the era of destruction arrived.

‘Seeing that you are attracted to this, it seems that the Pomerian’s qualities are considerable.’

Seeing how obsessive and affectionate he is for something a normal warlock would never have dreamed of, it seems that Pomerian certainly has the potential to become a great warlock.

Originally, when encountering this kind of ancient artifact, ‘connection’ is important.

…chak!

Bikir took Madame Cub’s thread and jumped down from under a large tree.

“Is it from here?”

The place where Bikir has now arrived is a desert area deep in the sea.

Unusually, it was a desert with wide stretches of white sand.

Uyuni Desert. It is a salt desert that leads to an exceptionally dry desert among deserts.

An area dominated by extreme dry weather that does not allow even the slightest moisture.

All you see is white, salty salt and dead vegetation.

Suk-

Bikir bent down and placed his fingers on the white sand on the floor.

Finally, when he lifted his finger, he saw that the tip of his finger was severely wrinkled.

It was bizarre salt sand with threads that sucked moisture from everything it touched.

This vast salt desert, which is said to have been created by the dried up tears of an evil god long ago, has claimed the lives of countless people with this salty dry season.

As proof of that, countless corpses of monsters were mummified and strewn about on the white sandy plain.

Bikir walked in the middle of this salt flat for a while.

And soon I noticed something worth noticing.

“……!”

It was the corpse of a huge monster with only bones and skin remaining.

< Dragon of Saha, 'Basilisk' >

Risk Level: S

Size: 44m

Location of discovery: Red and Black Mountains, 10th ridge

– aka ‘Dragon of Saha’.

A terrible creature believed to be a hybrid between a dragon and a demon.

If you breathe out, the birds in the sky will fall and die, and the place where your scaly body once crawled becomes a desert where no grass grows for half a century.

Its existence itself can be said to be a terrible disaster, but for some reason, it seems to have nested on the 10th ridge of the Red and Black Mountains and is not moving.

The moment this moves, mankind will have to prepare.

This tough fear that can never be killed with any sword or magic!

Three disasters outside of tax.

The eight legs of Madam Adonai, the courtier, and the last one is the ‘Basilisk’, the dragon of Saha.

“I was worried that this bastard would go on a rampage after the madam disappeared… Why is he dead here?”

Aren’t basilisks and spiders naturally enemies?

Like this, Madame and Saha’s dragon had been bitter enemies for a long time.

A situation where they couldn’t move easily because they were holding each other in check. In such a situation, Madame Eight Legs disappeared, so I expected that the other side would become stronger.

……but?

“I was thinking of going hunting once, but I let go.”

I didn’t know that the basilisk would die in vain in a place like this.

In the meantime, it was a shame that he had meticulously planned the hunt.

Vikir carefully inspected the basilisk’s corpse.

It seemed that the basilisk was not dead because its lifespan was over.

Not only was it much smaller than the objects we had witnessed during the Age of Destruction, but above all, it had clear knife marks all over its body.

The traces of the sword tearing through the skin, digging into the flesh and breaking the bones, and the wounds were rapidly regenerated due to the basilisk’s unique tremendous regenerative power, leaving clear scars.

And the traces scorched by the aura around it were also clearly preserved.

Judging from the thick scales of the basilisk with marks that looked like splashes of liquid, it was clear that the dead man’s level during his lifetime was the highest grade of a graduate.

When all these trajectories are traced back, a distinct shape emerges.

‘Four meals in Baskerville!’

It seems that in the distant past, a hound of the Baskervilles fought a lonely struggle here.

Vikir searched around the basilisk’s corpse.

Sure enough, not far from the basilisk’s corpse, he could see the tattered black wind fluttering around.

Skeletons worn away by the wind.

The rags of the Baskervilles’ uniforms are scattered on the white salt sand.

That distinctive thick cape was clearly a symbol of belonging to the Pitbull Knights.

A knight of the Baskervilles whose identity is unknown because he has been dead for a long time.

Considering that he had only used four teeth until the moment he died, he must have come from a relatively modest existence.

However, he trained for a long time in the 4th meal and became equipped with enough skills to kill Saha’s dragon alone.

Bikir kept his mouth shut for a moment at the appearance of the ashes, as if seeing himself before returning.

Then he quietly offered a moment of silence to the nameless pit bull in front of him.

“……Go to a good place.”

Soon after, the gold badge symbolizing the senator was carefully placed in front of the ashes.

It was the utmost respect Bikir could give.

at that time.

“……?”

Something caught Bikir’s eyes as she bent down to make an offering.

Fluttering –

something was visible between the ribs of the ashes.

It’s a very old-looking bundle of parchment. It was a letter to someone.

Judging from the red seal on the letter, it means that it was written by the head of the Baskerville family, a top military secret.

“…Could it be Hugo’s?”

The letter was buried in dry salt, so it was very well preserved.

Vikir tore the seal without hesitation and opened it.

Before long, the contents of the letter began to be etched into Vikir’s retina.

……It was quite surprising.