Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 161

Episode 161 A Knowing Face (4)

Geronto.

A skinny female sorceress.

Long red hair draped under the black sack that was draped over his face.

Dolores said with a firm expression.

“This is a woman who came under Quilty relatively recently. Judging by her body shape, she looks quite young… … .”

“… … .”

Instead of answering, Bikir swallowed a low saliva.

Before long, Geronto stepped forward.

A storm of dark mana began to wrap around her body.

… Kurreuk! What a bummer!

Intricate magic circles were drawn all over the air, and red flames and black skewers began to come out.

The iron skewers that pierce the floor and soar upward are heated red by the flames.

Even a slight touch would inevitably result in burns and cuts at the same time.

Dolores, who saw the enormous amount of mana emitted by Geronto, exclaimed in fright.

“This, for this class of magic, at least 5… … No 6 classes! He must have been a very talented wizard while he was alive!”

Burning iron skewers fly from everywhere.

Bikir drew Baalzebub long and deflected the flying skewers.

Kurreuk!

The wall of fire rolled around and obstructed Vikir’s movement.

Every time Bikir hesitated, metal skewers were sticking out all over the floor, walls and ceiling.

enemy and black. It was a pretty familiar sight.

Sizzle sizzle… …

Bikir backed away from the flames that clung to his shoulders, back, sides and toes.

In the meantime, the entire central lobby of Hall 1 has become a melting pot.

A crucible of melting molten iron, red-hot skewers emitting red light are packed like teeth.

Kurrureuk! Great! jump! … Pacan!

Geronto continued to summon fire and skewers from the other side of the furnace.

Hwama continues to grow in size.

Each of the sharp iron skewers that flew into it was extremely threatening.

The atmosphere is so hot that it burns your lungs when you breathe in, and your field of vision is also limited by the hazy smoke and overly bright flames.

Dolores, who had been pushed all the way to the front door, shouted to Vikir right in front of her.

“Night Hound! At this rate, even access is impossible!”

“… … .”

But Bikir didn’t answer.

I just stare at the red and black landscape reflected through the goggles attached to the mask, and the red-haired wizard standing beyond it.

Before long, the hound of the night growled.

“… … I want to see your face,”

“yes?”

“I want to see your face.”

Leaving behind Dolores’ questioning question with a puzzled expression, Vikir took a step forward.

The floor had already been turned into a furnace by sharp iron skewers and blazing fire.

Bikir rushed toward it without hesitation.

Great! Kurreuk!

Every time Bikir stepped on the floor, skewers rose.

It pierces Bikir’s instep or heel and comes up to her knees.

The skewers protruding from the walls and ceiling were heated red by the flames and gradually melted into boiling molten iron.

… Pop! … Pop! … Pop! Roaring!

The iron skewers sticking out of the ceiling melted and the molten iron dripping drop by drop started raining down all over the hallway.

New skewers continued to sprout from below, the flames grew stronger, and fire and molten iron rained down from the ceiling.

“… … .”

Bikir advanced over the thorny road, almost being pickled in molten iron and skewers.

Pupper puck!

A dozen skewers flew in and stuck all over her body, but Bikir didn’t care.

“face.”

Anger hotter than bubbling molten iron boils from the bottom of your throat.

“Let me see your face.”

The smell of burning flesh, the smell of ripening blood.

Seeing Bikir enduring this ascetic journey alone, Dolores was horrified.

Why do you even do that? Are you familiar with that wizard woman? If you know each other, what kind of relationship is it?

The unanswered questions were making his dry mouth and throat even more anxious.

“… … Ugh!”

Dolores closed her eyes and followed Vikir.

Holy light is not very effective against elements other than darkness.

But nonetheless, Dolores followed the path dug by the hounds of night and plunged into the furnace of raging fire, molten iron, and skewers.

Even in the pain of being stabbed, cut, and burned everywhere, she did not give up and ran steadfastly.

‘Night Hound-nim ​​has taken a more difficult road! You can’t just whine about following me!’

The body of Dolores, who gritted her teeth and followed Bikir, also began to be stained with burns and cuts.

By that time, Bikir had reached the end of the furnace.

Meanwhile. Geronto seemed to have run out of mana, but hesitantly retreated back and was unable to create any more fire or skewers.

And in front of him, Bikir stood tall.

The iron skewer piercing the whole body and the flames running through the body.

But Vikir didn’t care about that and reached out his hand.

“Take off your mask.”

With his other hand, he grabbed Geronto’s throat and removed the black bag covering her face.

sudden-

The very moment the black sack comes off Geronto’s head.

[Rurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!]

Geronto struggled, spitting out bloody phlegm.

The mana in the body pulsating like crazy.

Bikir noticed what it was and quickly removed his hand and stepped back.

“What, what!?”

Dolores didn’t even have time to be surprised.

Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwam!

The mana in Geronto’s body quickly turned into a huge bomb, devastating all directions.

… thud!

Geronto’s body, which had burned all over his neck, lay on his back.

flutter –

Only one black sack remained unscathed or burnt in the explosion and fell to the ground.

“… … He must have planted a bomb in his head.”

Dolores said, frowning.

Meanwhile.

“… … .”

Bikir stands still and does not speak.

He was looking at Geronto’s body lying on the floor in front of him.

A woman’s body covered in a dark red robe.

Bikir moved after a moment of silence.

Dolores’s eyes widened slightly.

“Night Hound? what are you doing now… … .”

She was just embarrassed.

Because Vikir was undressing Geronto right now.

Pudeudeuk – Dduduk!

The tough robe was torn to shreds by a strong grip.

Before long, a white-skinned woman revealed her naked body.

But it wasn’t particularly obscene. It’s because the whole head has been torn off and it’s a dead body.

Even the bodies of the corpses were patched or sewn together with other materials, such as iron or leather, and there were messy marks.

Since the flesh and bones are not intact, it is assumed that the body parts were not completely assembled at the time of resurrection as undead.

… … This means that she died before she became undead, not even leaving her corpse intact at the time of her death.

In other words, it means that he died very painfully and miserably.

“… … .”

Vikir stared at Geronto’s corpse for a while.

And then

“No.”

He left a brief comment.

Dolores asks with a puzzled expression.

“Do you know someone?”

“… … I thought so, but it seems not.”

Bikir thought of Morgue Camus in his mind.

In fact, Vikir was thinking that Geronto’s true identity might be Camus.

They are similar in age, height and body shape, and even the magic they use is similar.

Even the color and length of her hair was the same as the last time I saw her.

In addition, Camu not only quit the party he was in for no reason, but also joined a dark party famous for its black magic, and recently even went into closed-kwan training.

However, as a result of direct confirmation, Geronto was not Camus.

Geronto was a little shorter than Camus the last time I saw him.

Also, there was a slight difference in the secondary sex characteristics, but Geronto was a little more underdeveloped.

This means that the age is different.

Crucially, Bikir had seen Kamu naked as a child. When he was 8 years old, he was training in unity and Camus burned and ate his clothes.

‘At that time, he must have had a mole above his chest and below his collarbone.’

However, Geronto’s body has no such traces.

Judging from her red hair, powerful magic, and skills with iron and fire, she resembles the daughter of the House of Morgue, but she is different from Camus in many ways.

‘… … The problem is why the daughter of the House of Morgue is undead here.’

It’s not just Morgue. The young men of the Baskervilles, Donquixotes, and Quo Vadis also became undead.

How far did the roots of demons extend?

Bikir thought he should speed up his demon hunting.

at that time.

“I heard that the tombs of prominent samurai families have been robbed a lot recently.”

Dolores said with a worried expression.

Hearing that, Bikir rubbed his chin with his hand.

“It’s robbery.”

Usually, the reason for robbery is to aim for gold and silver treasures buried with the body.

But in this case it was a little different. This is because the buried body itself is the purpose of robbery.

“… … Bad mood demons.”

Vikir even collected the fourth leather bag that covered Geronto’s face.

As expected, the black hilt this time also harbored powerful demonic energy.

With four gathered, its power is almost comparable to that of the demonic sword, Baalzebub.

‘By the way, what kind of artifacts are these? I’ll definitely have to investigate later.’

Bikir kept the four black hides in his bosom.

With this, all the troublesome barriers have been overcome.

Ephebo, Hebe, Pedo, and even Geronto.

Now that all four hounds have been removed, only Indulgentiaga’s patriarch Quilty remains.

Bikir recalled the process of standing here now.

He collected demerit points in the academy and served as a skirmisher through volunteer work throughout the Golden Week holidays.

And now, only the final goal of this assassination run remains.

The moment when Vikir is about to take his last step after getting his body together.

clap clap clap-

The sound of applause came from beyond the pitch-black darkness.

“… … !”

Where Bikir and Dolores looked up, they saw a familiar face.

Quilty Rune Indulgentia.

He was sitting on the railing with a single smile on his face, looking down in this direction.