Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 496

Side Story Episode 1

By the time the river of blood was slowly drying up.

It happened on a hill in the Western Front, where the battle with the remnants of the demon army had not yet ended.

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The fortress of Morgue, which is composed of countless towers.

It looks like there are numerous skewers stuck in the ground.

Among them, the basement of the tower is hidden in the most remote place.

Like this, each secret underground space exists in the bright hall and the dark hall that make up Morgue.

One of them is ‘Ambu(暗扶)’, which is called the deep part of Dark Hall.

An underground space extending over 600 floors below the ground.

And on the lowest floor, the 666th floor, is the headquarters of Amdang.

This was a space known only to the representatives of the dark party, inaccessible to the Empire’s surveillance, the devil’s gaze, and even the head of the Morgue family.

The bottom of the endless spiral staircase.

There, a woman is seen sitting on a throne with her eyes closed.

Tsutsutsutsutsutsu…

A wizard checking the mana flowing through the veins of his whole body.

With her red hair and fair skin, she was a great mage who had risen to the highest level even at a glance.

Morgue Mu Camus.

She trusts no one and relies on no one.

He has been fighting fiercely with the world while standing alone all his life, sometimes winning, sometimes losing, and living every moment like a person who has never been hurt before.

“Whoa…”

Eventually, after meditating, Kamyu opened her eyes.

When a bondi wizard checks mana, it is bound to be very vulnerable.

There is a saying, ‘A wizard who checks mana is like a crab or shrimp that has just shed its skin’.

So Camus always meditated only on the 666th floor of the dark side, where no one could enter or leave.

absolute self-righteousness.

No one believes in it, so I don’t even set up a separate protection law.

Your body is something that only you can protect and protect.

……but.

“Are you done meditating? Are you doing longer than usual?”

What Camus saw as soon as he opened his eyes was an unbelievable sight.

A mask with a stork’s beak.

For a woman emerged from behind a stone pillar, wearing a gloomy and ominous mask.

First of all, it is surprising that outsiders exist on the 666th floor, where only members of the dark party can enter.

“……More than usual?”

More than anything, this statement made Camus frown.

This means that the unidentified intruder in front of him has watched Kamu meditate for a long time.

In reality, Camus had been immersed in meditation for a longer time than usual, so those words were not a mere provocation.

Kurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Mana boils around.

Camus summoned flames and iron skewers and threw them at the intruders in front of him.

“I don’t know who it is, but die first. Ask questions later.”

Camu, a master of the necromantic arts, was more comfortable and accustomed to dealing with the dead than the living.

Especially when interrogating prisoners or spies.

however.

Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwam!

The unbelievable sight made her eyes widen.

Flames and iron skewers. It flew from the other side and offset Camu’s attack.

And then something else happened that terrified her.

Sssssssss…

Long, thin branches like a woman’s hair hang down in front of Camus.

Ghost Tree.

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.

And it was also the proclamation of the eighth demon lord, ‘Seere’.

“Damn that nonsense! I must have annihilated him with Snake!”

Camus was shocked.

It was a natural reaction.

It’s like the demon lord you killed a long time ago is back alive.

however.

“Calm down. I’m not here to fight.”

The masked woman took a step back after neutralizing Camu’s attack neatly.

“What the hell are you? Are you the devil’s lord? How do you have the power of the 8th verse?”

“like this.”

At Camu’s question, the woman shrugged one shoulder.

Then something crawled out of her shoulder.

“See Seere… is that?”

Camus was about to shout in surprise, but stopped talking for a moment.

The thing in front of me right now is a bit lacking in terms of being ‘Seere, the demon of necromancy’ that once brought this world to the brink of destruction.

“…why is it so small?”

Camus half-opened his mouth in amazement at Seeere, who had become small and insignificant.

The unidentified woman tilted the mask on her face and said.

“I’ve absorbed most of it.”

“…… Demon power? Is that possible?”

“It’s possible.”

Then Camus made an impression as if it were absurd.

“What are you doing crazy bitch, so you had nothing to eat, so you picked up the devil’s power? You’re not an ordinary crazy bitch. There’s nothing to benefit the world if you let her live.”

“Don’t lie down and spit.”

“……?”

Camus tilts her head as if she doesn’t know why.

Then the woman took off the mask that was covering her face and threw it away.

Red hair, red eyes, and somewhat familiar features.

“……!”

Camus opened her eyes wide.

The one in front of Camus was Camus.

“What is it?”

“What is it? It’s you.”

Camu took off his mask and walked forward with a smile.

“I thought you’d be a lot older, but you’re not very old? It’s me, after all. You’re pretty even when you’re old.”

“……?”

Kamyu walked and stood in front of Camus, who said he did not know why.

Eventually, Camus revealed his identity.

“I am you who crossed the parallel world.”

“What dog…”

“Sounds like X?”

“…”

Camus in his twenties raised his head.

Although the Camus in front of me has reached the middle age beyond adulthood, there is not much difference in appearance from the Camus in their 20s.

“Let’s make it easy to distinguish between ‘you on this side’ and ‘me on the other side’. Anyway, I’m from a different world.”

“What nonsense have you been talking about since before?”

The Camus on this side gritted his teeth and said.

“Devils are killed. Those who use demonic powers are also killed. Just kill them all.”

“……Ow. This side is much hotter than ours in the west.”

Before long, the fire and skewers shot by the Camus on this side fly in.

Camus on the other side defended it by holding up Seere, who was tied to the root of the Wraith Tree, like a shield.

[Kyaaaaaaaaaaa! Camus! It hurts so much! I’m not Dekarabia!]

Watching Seeere scream and howl, Camus on this side half-opens his mouth as if it’s absurd.

at that time.

“Can you believe this?”

Camus on the other side threw a token of reconciliation to Camus on this side.

…tuk!

It was Baal’s neck.

Camus on this side opened her eyes wide.

“This is Baal! The First Lord! Did you kill this guy?”

“Exactly, it’s just a shell, but the main body seems to be hiding somewhere else.”

Camus on the other side continued as if it was not a big deal.

“I couldn’t find where Baal’s real body was. I’ve caught and killed countless demons, but everyone said they didn’t know. Perhaps Baal itself doesn’t seem to have much interest in conquering the human world? that it was.”

“How do you know that?”

“I told you. You are me and I am you. So I was able to come in here too.”

Camus over there looked around after speaking.

Even the sealing device on the door that reacts only to Kamyu’s body and the magic circle drawn on the floor of the familiar array of pillars.

Everything was as Camus knew.

Before I knew it, Camus over there had tears in his eyes.

“This is the place where Master died. Tears still come to my eyes when I think of Uncle Snake…” ”

What? Snake? Master? Why is that filthy beast your Master?”

“What? Beast? Did you just say Uncle Snake was a beast?”

“……?”

“……?”

Before long, the two Camus confronted each other sharply.

“I have only one uncle, Uncle Adolf. Even he was caught in an all-out attack by demons and passed away. Snake, that mean and filthy man is just a dog who sold his soul to the devil.”

“If you insult my teacher, no matter how much I say, I will not forgive you.”

“Shut up. Snake is an unscrupulous traitor who drove Uncle Adolf and Mother to their deaths.”

“Not for me.”

“Isn’t that different from what you just said. I’m you and you’re me.”

“Looks like this isn’t it.”

The mood of reconciliation, which was almost created for a very short time as a shell of Baal, soon became dangerous again like a plate of thin ice.

Right then.

“I sent you to hold hands, so what if you mess up?”

A low voice came from behind the stone pillar.

Before long, a shadow appeared in the middle of the two camus.

Bikir. A hound that has crossed over several lives.

A wounded old man stood there.

Moment.

“……!”

Camus on this side hesitated.

The eyes of the man who appeared in front of her were deep and intense enough to make even the arrogant and stubborn woman, called Empress Wu, hesitate.

Besides, even just looking at it, why does my body lose all strength and my heart trembles… Feelings that I’ve never experienced in my life just sprout from the depths of my heart… “Hey! What are you looking at!

”

However, the Camus on this side had no choice but to come to their senses suddenly at the sound of the Camus on the other side shouting.

Camus on the other side ran quickly and crossed Bikir’s arms.

And he gave a firm warning to Camus on this side.

“Don’t set your eyes on someone else’s husband.”

“I am you and you are me?”

“Ah, look at this!”

Camus on the other side snorted as if it was absurd.

Eventually, she asked another herself and her husband (?) in front of her.

“So. Why are you here?”

Then Camus on this side answered.

“Let’s hold hands.”

“Hands? Do you want to do some nail art?”

“I am you and you are me, so you know my personality, right?

“I am you and you are me, so you know my personality. Kill me, where?”

“Hey XX bitch really…”

Then, as if Vikir knew it would happen like this, he shook his head and interrupted the two again.

“It’s about joining forces.”

“What do you want to join forces with? Killing demons?”

“Besides that. Isn’t there another one. More fundamental than that.”

“…What’s more important than killing demons?”

“The work of restoring mankind.”

“!”

Bikir continued and answered Camus question.

“Since the Age of Destruction, 99.99% of humanity has perished. In this world, Tudor Bianca Sancho Piggy and many others have died. The same goes for those who became hosts of demons and were only used.”

“How can you do that? The dead are dead. They can’t come back anymore…”

Camus on the other side lowered her head in a watery voice.

Perhaps she was thinking of Lespannet or Adolf, who died in the war with the demons.

But.

“Isn’t there a way to resurrect them all?”

At Bikir’s words, the Camus on this side raised its head.

And the Camus on the other side stood in front of him.

Kungkung-

Kamu stamped the floor with a bright expression.

And the floor was still there. I can see a large, but incomplete magic circle drawn.

At that moment, the Camus over there opened both eyes wide.

An expression more agitated than any other expression I’ve ever shown.

Eventually,

the voices of the two Camus come together as one.

” The drink of complete resuscitation!”