Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 353

Episode 353 Outside the Tower (3)

…Thump!

Bikir landed on the ground.

A ray of aura was still rising from the tip of the sword, and a huge sun was floating at the tip.

The black sun, the aggregate of aura.

It shone brightly in the center of the eyes of all the students, parents and professors of the Colosseo Academy, illuminating the abyss where Naraksu sank.

…

all silence. Everyone was at a loss for words in front of a scene so surreal and absurd.

The person who barely spoke was Professor Morgue Banshee, the temporary principal of the Colosseo Academy.

“Bikir-kun? You’re right? How come you have such power…?”

The solid aura unique to the Sword Master that Bikir exudes. Even Professor Banshee’s fingers trembled as he pointed to it.

However, Professor Banshee didn’t ask the question until the end and didn’t get an answer.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwak!

Soon, fragments of Naraksu that had been shot high into the sky fell to the ground.

And the huge thing that carried the fragments cast a thick shadow over everyone’s heads.

Amdusias!

A unicorn with red-hot eyes was raging while waving its fiery mane.

Winston’s body is already exploding.

I asked Amdusias, who was incarnated as the main body of his days in the Demon Realm, in a dry voice.

“If you manifest as your main body without even having a chance to become a host, the burden would be too great, right? Are you thinking of self-destruction?”

[Does not matter! If only I could get rid of you!]

Amdusias continued, glaring at Vikir.

[You are an existence that should never be let go now that you are about to do a great job.]

“Are you talking about the gate?”

[……If you know that far, I can’t keep you alive any longer!]

Amdusias calmed down his crumbling body and concentrated his mana with the tip of his horn.

Per-huh!

The aura shoots out in the shape of a huge horn.

It was poised to wipe out not only Bikir, but everyone behind him at once.

“Oops! Everyone back down!”

“Everybody get down on the floor!”

The spear king Cervantes and the nobleman Roderick reacted first.

Two absolute strongmen in the highest realm gathered their magical powers and tried to stop Amdusias.

however.

Earlier, there were more powerful measures.

…Sparkle!

Bikir drew a long line of aura from the demonic sword Baalzebub.

Eventually, a huge slash rises like a tidal wave, countering Amdusias’ attack.

Whoops!

[…!?]

Amdusias was frightened by the power of Vikir, who was much stronger than before.

But it was natural.

Vikir reached level 100 inside the tower and gained additional stats.

He had a talent that he hadn’t been born with, and he honed it to the limit until he became an old man in the River of Water.

He came out of the tower and regained his original power, and all the air power accumulated in the tower was added to it, making his power at least doubled.

Before long, the number of cases in which the trajectory of Bikir’s sword moved was complicated.

one tooth. two teeth. Three teeth, four teeth…

The number of slowly growing teeth soon increased to seven.

and the last eighth tooth.

Kwa-giggigiggeek!

It was far larger than any of the seven teeth that had ever appeared.

Baskerville’s Eighth Eight. That too is a complete extreme.

Everyone who saw it felt a shock that took their breath away.

In particular, the expressions of Roderick, the royal prince of Cervantes, and Osiris, the minor lord of the Baskerville family, were truly astonished.

“Three Gods! The swordsmanship of an iron-blooded swordsman! Eight meals!”

“It’s not just 8 meals! The ultimate of 8 meals! Master!”

“……It’s a surprise.”

According to what is now officially known, Hugo Les Baskervilles, the head of the Baskerville family, has mastered the ultimate meaning of the 7th meal, and Osiris, the county of Soga, has just reached the beginning of the 7th meal.

But now, a completely flawless 8-type user appeared here.

A boy who has never shown his name to the world and has just turned 19 at most!

Woojijijik! Kwaddeuddeuk!

Starting with the strongest eighth tooth, a total of eight slashes began drawing a spiral trajectory, slowly shaving off Amdusias’ horn.

and soon.

…pop!

With a loud roar, the horn broke and broke in two.

Gyeongcheondongji (驚天動地).

The clouds in the sky have all been blown away by the wind pressure, and the ground shakes like crazy.

Vikir was single-handedly blocking the runaway dive of the Demon Lord class demon.

Against the devil Amdusias, who is optimized for daily fighting, in a 1:1 match that no one can beat!

[Ku-aaaaaagh!]

Amdusias roared with pain and humiliation anger at having his horn broken.

Kwak-kwa-kwa

-kwa- The rocks and trees kicked by the hooves were flying in all directions.

“Oops! Take care of the safety of the citizens first!”

“Protect the students!”

Heroic figures, including the spear king Cervantes and the archangel Professor Roderick Banshee, were blocking the falling rocks and other collapsed objects from all over the place.

In the meantime, Amdusias galloped with his crumbling body.

A speed so fast that it sets your body on fire.

At the end of it stood Bikir.

[I won’t lose to humans! Even in a one-on-one match!]

Amdusias prided himself on being the best in combat as a single individual.

So he couldn’t admit his defeat all the more.

Is that why?

Amdusias squeezed out all his life force. And it was radiating more than maximum power.

The body burns like a shooting star and gradually fades away.

However, despite this, Amdusias runs in a straight line with only one goal: to kill Vikir.

……however.

“I already know that you are strong in one-on-one combat.”

Bikir lightly stepped back.

Even though she has mastered the 8 meals, it is burdensome to fight a 1:1 match with Amdusias, who is risking her life.

Bikir took a slightly more certain method than that.

“There is no need to match the opponent’s strengths.”

If Amdusias is a land-type demon king who specializes in 1:1, there is no need to fight 1:1.

……It’s scary for Bikir to finish talking.

“Good job, West!”

There was a voice coming from the side.

Where Bikir turned his head, a girl with a familiar face was running towards him with a bright expression.

Morgue Camus. She was quite exhausted, as if she had been hanging out here for several days.

“We met quickly this time? I’ve been prepared for another few years!”

As soon as Camu stormed into the battlefield, he summoned a wall of fire and iron skewers to block Amdusias’ path.

…Tuong!

Amdusias, whose charge was stopped, gritted his teeth.

[Seere! Yes, four years old betrayal!?]

“Look straight ahead. Who is Seerena? This horse head.”

[Ha, but I can definitely feel Seere’s energy…?]

“If you mix 99.99% water with 0.01% beer, does that count as beer?”

Kamyu let out a snort as if he was full of energy.

In fact, the mighty mana she exudes must have belonged to Seere at one time, but now it’s not worth it.

Seere, much smaller than even a very, very small fairy, was clinging to Camus shoulder.

It feels like watching Thumbelina, not Thumbelina.

Dekarabia, who was hanging from Vikir’s chest, chuckled.

[Uh ha ha ha! What do you mean the appearance of the world’s miser Seere!]

[Are you laughing right now at your subject? It’s worse than a cheap necklace sold at a road shop…]

[But I’m better than you! We are equal partners, not master and slave! Hahaha!]

While Dekarabia and Seere tapped, Camus completely blocked Amdusias’s charge with a grid of flaming iron skewers.

Right then.

“Bikir-nim! I’ll help you!”

Another voice interrupted.

Dolores. With a resolute expression, she stood next to Vikir and radiated divine power.

The residual scars on Bikir’s body are completely gone, and mana starts to fill up again.

Meanwhile, sparks flew from Camu’s eyes when he saw it.

“Hey! What are you? You’ve been cheating next to other people’s shops since last time!”

“What are you talking about? Trap!? Who are you talking about?”

“I don’t have a name to tell you, so get out of here! Don’t play tricks on someone else’s fiancé!”

“Such rudeness! When did you see me…!”

“I saw it at the festival, what can I do!”

“……During the festival?”

Dolores’ pupils tremble slightly.

Come to think of it, that voice is familiar somewhere.

Dolores’s expression turned to shock.

“Ser, is it possible that the black magician who invaded the festival at that time? Corpse Queen!?”

“……Ugh. Oops-”

Camus realized his mistake and kept his mouth shut for a while.

Dolores also looks back at Bikir and looks at her as if asking for an explanation.

but.

“…I don’t think now is the time for that.”

A voice passed over the heads of Camus and Dolores and landed lightly beside Bikir.

Osiris.

Waving a black cloth, he faced Amdusias with a red blade hanging down.

He, who had just stepped on the master’s level not too long ago, lightly struck the rising solid aura with the tip of his sword.

Then, looking back at Bikir, he opened his mouth in a calm voice.

“…… Acting Governor. Order.”

Camus and Dolores, as well as everyone in the back, were stunned by Osiris’ bowing in a light but extremely respectful manner.

What kind of shocking action is this for a boy from a commoner’s family who is as small as an iron-blooded swordsman and a small lord of Baskerville!

……Besides, acting head?

however.

Bikir was greeted by Osiris in a very natural manner.

Turbuck-

Eventually, Bikir takes a step towards Amdusias in front of him.

Camu’s skewer bar was creaking as if it would not last long.

The body of Amdusias is about to explode as soon as it rushes towards this place.

Bikir said briefly to the red-hot giant body of the unicorn.

“A set of hounds.”

At the same time, there was an object that came out of Bikir’s arms.

A tooth-shaped dark red whistle.

It makes a quiet yet heavy beating sound.

The moment it rings once.

Creepy…

Everyone in the hall had to shudder from the incomprehensible chill.

Fluttering –

I can hear the hem of my cloak waving somewhere.

Flutter- Flutter- Flutter- Flutter- Flutter- Flutter- Flutter-

Not one or two.

Over the walls of the academy, shadows fluttering in black bloody clothing began to appear one by one.

Monsters buried in a red aura dripping like sticky honey from the tip of a long sword.

All 100 members of the group are graduates. And seven such groups.

pit bull. mastiff. Doberman. Shepard. Rottweiler. Wolfhound…

Seven hundred in total.

And six senators leading them.

Seven Counts.

The strongest guard dogs of iron-blooded swordsmen who spend their entire lives solely in battle.

Except for Cain Corso, who is guarding the grave of the sword, all six people gathered here.

A red whistle that symbolizes all military powers of the Sangvis Swordsman.

A token of the acting head of household that Hugo handed over to Vikir himself in order to deliver the Wraith Tree to Pomerian.

Attracted by the sound, all the hounds of Baskerville are gathered here.