Episode 472: Tochika Extermination Battle (2)
Black shadows sway in the dust.
Hounds of the Baskervilles run like the wind shaking the ears of barley.
And what stood in the way were the fighting dogs of the previous generation.
Crunchy… Crunchy… Crunchy…
The Baskerville family’s swordsmen, with only skeletons and skins left, walk with their shrouds waving.
With each step he took, there was a loud clash of rusty pieces of metal and gnawed teeth and jawbones.
Chanang –
The famous swords of the past revealed their teeth that had turned into saw blades.
Against him, Isabella German Boston Terrier Great Dane Cucullin Metzgerhunt. A total of 6 knight commanders also picked up their favorite soldiers.
The Earl of Boston Terrier, with a knife drawn, was the first to jump out in front of the display.
The Earl of Great Dane was next.
“Uhahahaha! Old dogs with missing teeth, where are you imitating active duty!”
“……Hey. These are our ancestors.”
“So! If you’re dead, lie down quietly and wait and eat the ancestral rice!”
The two clash fiercely with the dead soldiers of the Baskervilles in shrouds.
Boston terrier’s unique broad slashing was driving many dead soldiers at once.
The slashes that raged like wild storms were irregular and promiscuous, but they were just as destructive.
On the other hand, the Great Dane’s slash is thin and thin, but dense.
A large dead soldier rushed forward, believing only in his size, but was crushed in half by the Great Dane’s slash with an enormous weight.
Following them, Isabella and German jumped into the line.
“Don’t you dare come to my side and go wild, don’t you?”
“Heung! Are you trying to monopolize the achievements for only four years?”
“……The difference in troops is this much, so where is the monopoly?”
These are the two people who have often been told that the man and woman seem to have switched.
German, revealing both a sense of rivalry and a sense of victimization at the same time, started catching up after Isabella’s death.
Isabella began to move the sword’s trajectory as if she were laying down a go stone, considering extreme efficiency and economics according to her unique personality.
With only minimal movement and aura, dozens of dead soldiers have already been knocked over.
German, too, was showing off her swordsmanship to the extent that Isabella did not lag behind.
Poisonous dead bottles with power comparable to hundreds of poison bottles were crumbling like scarecrows.
Meanwhile, Metzgerhunt and Cuquallin were closely attached to each side of Vikir, the leader of the detachment, as if escorting them.
“Meal 6! Let’s eat meal 6!”
“4 meals! 4 meals!”
Both of them were so proud of their own swordsmanship that they even became arrogant.
However, since it has reached its peak, it is only natural to have that level of craftsmanship.
Whirly Ririk – Quageek!
At the stinging gaze felt behind his back, Bikire had no choice but to develop six meals.
Its six teeth mercilessly pierce through poisonous dead soldiers.
Bikir’s 6 meals, which he had honed over the years that flowed like flowing water in Naraksu, were definitely in the ranks of masters.
Pupper puck!
Of course, it was the same with meal 4.
The four teeth he had fiercely forged throughout his life in his past life showed their effectiveness in this life.
Four teeth naturally stretched out as if breathing, and bit the dead soldiers in front.
“……Oh oh!”
“……indeed!”
Metzgerhund and Cuquallin couldn’t help but admire the spirit of the 4th and 6th meals that Vikir spewed out almost simultaneously.
Of course, the more they did, the more their rivalry ignited.
Kwa-jijijijik!
Metzgerhunt’s meat-eating and Cucullin’s meat-eating pulverized the Germans’ barriers with the same momentum as a waterwheel crushing meat.
The military dogs of the Baskervilles are steadily closing the distance behind the Seven Counts, who are breaking through the fiercest frontline like a no-man’s land.
And at the forefront of all of this was Bikir.
Pupper puck!
Whenever Bikir launches the demonic sword Baalzebub, dozens of heads embroider the sky without fail.
Hui Ying-
The humid southeast wind blowing from afar was sweeping away the fishy smell of blood.
At that time, something came into the field of view of Bikir, who was leading a detached team and breaking through the front line.
“……!”
Bony bodies appearing through the red fog and dust.
Oh-oh oh oh oh…
It was a tall poison soldier unit that was over ten meters tall.
His tall stature, his muscles and skeleton have deteriorated as a result of his obsession with increasing his height too much, but his bizarrely long arms are physically capable of reaching the top of Tochika’s castle walls if he stretches them out.
They were walking slowly from beyond the wire, exhaling a red mist of death through the pores of their bodies.
They seem to be specially designed objects to attack Tochika’s high walls.
‘……If you let things like that approach the castle wall, it will be a headache for the siege warfare.’
Of course, Director Orca would take care of it, but it would be better to minimize the burden of Tochika’s nature.
Because there are refugees who need to be protected there.
‘Fortunately, the approach speed is slow because of the poor skeleton. It would be better to cut them down before they get close to the wall.’
Bikir made a quick decision.
“Byeoldongdae! Hit the giant demons over there first!”
“ancient!”
The Seven Counts took their swords away without saying a word at Vikir’s command and turned their steps.
The same was true of the seven hundred knights that followed.
Bikir is about to cross the battlefield with a detached unit.
at that time. A roar of laughter could be heard from the side.
“Pusssss- Where are you running so hard? I envy you for being young.”
When I turn my head, I see an old man standing on top of a tall, oddly shaped rock jutting out to the side of Bikir.
Marquis of Sade. He appeared like a ghost without a trace.
Behind them were Nouvelle Vague All-Stars such as Dordium Suware, Vidism Plubber and Kirko.
The same is true of sadi who have been demonetized.
Bikir asked in a rather absurd tone.
“…What combination? Are you being arrested?”
“Pusssss- even kidding. I borrowed it from the old Orca. A small number of elites are good for counterattacking.”
It is the Marquis of Sade who laughs at the prison guards who once imprisoned him as if it is not a big deal.
Of course, the expressions of Dordium and Suware behind Marquis Sade were completely rotten.
In particular, the expression of Suware, who managed the solitary confinement in which the Marquis de Sade was confined, was quite worth seeing.
Marquis de Sade asked.
“Well, were you going to the castle wall anyway?”
“Yeah. It’ll be a headache if those big things stick to the wall.”
“Pussss-You’re quick to judge. Accurate.”
The judgments of Marquis Sade and Bikir, masters of tactics, were exactly the same.
At that time, Marquis Sade, who was about to turn around after speaking, looked at the six men and women standing behind Vikir.
“Oh- I was wondering where these fledgling murderers are pouring in. Are you guys the new 7th Earl of the Baskerville family?”
At the word “newbie,” the six men and women’s eyebrows furrowed in unison.
Boston terrier, Great Dane, Isabella, German, Metzgerhund, and Cuquallin all showed a friendly spirit by spraying sharp killings at Marquis Sade.
“Aren’t you too old to be on the battlefield, senior?
“Hey, what kind of rudeness is that to a senior from the previous generation? How courageous an old man must have been when he came out of the back room.”
“I have nothing to share with you, who is classified as a top-notch war criminal even in the Empire. After the civil war is over, I’ll throw you back into bread.”
“It’s really disgusting when prisoners wash images. Lucky you old man.”
“The old monster, Marquis of Sade. He’s the perfect opponent to test my carnivorous diet, which has become even more advanced.”
“……The strong one. I want to see them together.”
Marquis de Sade laughed at the sight of the seven counts each preparing to fight.
“The more one-day puppies are, the better they bark. There is no particular person in the Baskervilles of this generation. Is it just that old Cane Corso…”
Right then.
Puff puff puff!
A loud explosion erupted from the side of the castle wall.
“……!”
Bikir and Marquis Sade, who were approaching the wall, stopped at the same time.
Tall poison bottles that were just about to reach out to the crayfish were collapsing one after another.
It is seen that a black storm is blowing from below and cutting the ankles of poisonous soldiers.
“Oh-ho, there’s a pretty good guy over there, right? Who is it?”
The Marquis de Sade shows interest.
Cutting off the ankles of the poison soldiers, the army guarding the lower part of the wall soon began to approach.
Eventually, the being at the forefront of the black wind revealed its face in front of Vikir.
“Even though I heard a red whistle, the assembly was a little late. I don’t want to make an excuse for my age, but it’s been a while. … But.”
The moment he heard his voice, Bikir couldn’t help but put on a surprised expression.
A clean-cut suit, a nice mustache and a polite greeting.
“…Really. You’ve grown up really well, boy.”
Deacon John Barrymore was there.
