Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 91

Episode 91: Ghosts of the Ancestors (2)

Goo Woo-wook… … salvation… …

The bodies of the orangutans began to move.

Although it has not been long since he died, his skin has already turned blue and is rotting, and white bones are visible in places.

In fact, all living things originate from nature and return to nature. In other words, it can be said that the body of a living being is inherently owned by nature.

Coming from nature and returning to nature is a great providence and a kind of contract to be recognized as a member of the ecosystem.

but.

Occasionally, there are beings who do not do so despite the fact that they have to return their bodies to nature after the end of their life and the period of transfer of their bodies.

undead.

Although they originally came from nature, they do not return to nature.

It is like a tenant living in a house that has already been contracted all over the world.

According to the providence, the contract of life, the ghost is forcibly occupying the body that should have been returned to nature after its expiration date.

That is why nature takes steps to get the body back.

According to the providence, everything returns to the soil.

Nature accelerates the decay of the body by quickly turning the clockwork of providence to recover the body from the specter, and because of this, the undead always rattle only rotting flesh, stinking intestines, and white bones.

This is why common undead are rotting or skeletal.

… … but.

Occasionally, the ghosts who had noble powers in life were able to resist the providence of nature with even stronger power.

Compared to when they were alive, they are beings who directly oppose the providence of nature with bodies and strength that are not so damaged.

Wood deok! Awesome! Pudeuk!

The undead now crawling out of the tomb of the hero were just such beings.

“… … Unbelievable!”

Iyen opened his mouth wide.

Those who crawled out through the stone tombs and earthen mounds in the valley were parched beings with only skin remaining on their skeletons.

The dead wear shrouds made of black leopard skin and exude the black void unique to skeletons from their eyes.

They are the once great warriors and leaders of Balak in the distant past.

Bows, spears, swords, axes… … The undead, who had come up to the world with their love bottles buried together, were rushing towards us all at once.

<Death Knight>

Hazard level: A to S

size : ?

Found: ?

-aka ‘death knight’.

A warrior who reached the highest level during his lifetime is a corrupted and changed being, and the dark mana he draws by holding his soul and body as collateral does not run out until all the muscles and blood vessels in his body burst.

Most of them have lost their former temperament and only vent empty hatred and blind anger.

However, sometimes there are death knights with intelligence, but it is said that there are only seven cases in human history where such objects have appeared.

Usually Death Knights are ferocious and aggressive, and to compensate for this, they wear thick heavy armor all over their bodies.

However, the revived Balak’s ancestors were approaching at the speed of the wind, wearing only one shroud fluttering in the dark air current.

Responding to the mad hatred that Ahheman was spewing out.

Before long, Chief Aquila spoke.

“Everyone, prepare for battle!”

As soon as the words left, Iyen picked up the bow and shot.

Towards Ahhemman who was struggling on the floor.

However, a Death Knight that ran at great speed shot an arrow before Iyen.

Pupperpuppung!

Arrows containing tremendous power began to fly and escort Ahheman.

“Heh-heh heh! die all! All gone!”

Hiding behind the Death Knights, Ahheman was rapidly aging.

He was manipulating the Death Knights by dragging his life force beyond the limit.

Eventually, the Death Knights, whose skulls and face skins were left, stood in front of Balak’s warriors with swords and spears.

Balak’s warriors face the past and the present in one place.

The warriors of the old era and the warriors of the new era faced each other.

“The time has come to tell the heroes of the past. How scary are kids these days!”

Iyan fired the first arrow.

ping-

Her arrows were carrying a strong silver aura and fluttering.

However, surprisingly, the Death Knight in front grabbed the arrow with his hand.

… Crisp!

Although the arrows were blocked, there was no way they would be fine since they held the arrows with the aura on them with their bare hands.

The Death Knight tilted his head when he saw that the hand holding the arrow turned into powder and was crumbling.

Perhaps, had it been alive, it would have been easy to catch.

However, since his body was weakened due to corruption, he would not have been able to adapt to his deteriorating body.

at that time.

Kwak!

The Death Knight in the back swung the knife in his hand.

A black slash flies in and splits everything in front.

The moment when Iyan panics at the speed faster than expected.

… Zeng!

There was someone who deflected the Death Knight’s slash. It was Bikir.

yet.

Vikir scattered her hands towards the two death knights that were charging at them.

Moment. Some white powder flew from Bikir’s hand and landed on the Death Knight’s face.

Chii Iik-

Soon, smoke rose with the sound of burning leather.

The Death Knights frowned in pain and stepped back.

“be careful. Because each one is a named monster.”

Hearing Bikir’s advice, Ayen grinned at the moment.

She bent down and patted Bikir’s thigh with her hips pushed back.

“As expected, you are the only man I can entrust to you.”

“… … .”

“Ah, of course, I mean to protect the rear during battle. I hope there is no misunderstanding.”

Even at such an urgent moment, Iyen is happy to see Bikir’s reaction.

But to be blunt, now wasn’t the time to crack jokes like this.

The attacks of the flying Death Knights were getting stronger and sharper.

Iyan asked with a stiff expression.

“Bikir! How did you do that?”

He was asking how Bikir had chased away the two Death Knights earlier.

To this, Vikir readily replied.

“It is salt. Undead are weak to salt.”

It was literally. Salt is the best for purifying the unclean.

Bikir picked up a handful of salt that was spread like white sand on the edge of the battlefield where the Iliad was taking place, and sprinkled it on the Death Knight.

Soon, there was a loud sound as the white salt burned black.

When the salt touched his body, the Death Knight started a game and stepped back, and that was the right timing for a counterattack.

… Perpuck!

Bikir caught up with the Death Knight, who hesitated after touching the salt, and soon pierced his temple with Baalzebub.

Then, the warriors of Balak, who were struggling to stop the Death Knights, also found a way out.

“salt! It is salt!”

“Everyone follow Bikir!”

“Really! It works!”

They are the warriors of Balak, who were reluctant to injure their ancestors.

They avoided head-to-head confrontation and at the same time sprinkled salt along the river with minimal skirmishes in order to achieve Buddhahood.

Furthermore, as Ahheman’s retro-reflective reflection reached its peak, the Death Knights gradually began to fall apart one by one.

Chieftain Aquila laughed.

“Your ancestors are not the ones who can be manipulated by you guys.”

It was a mockery directed at the dying Ahheman.

Moment.

“Kuhhhhh… … Yes, quality rather than quantity.”

Ahheman laughed sullenly.

He painted a complex shaman’s circle by dipping his own blood on his face. And he began to use his life force to the point of surpassing his life.

After death, even his soul will struggle with eternal pain.

However, despite this, Ahheman had to use this forbidden magic in the end.

… thud! … thud! … thud! … thud!

The Death Knights who guarded his surroundings began to fall one by one.

But despite this, Ahheman kept muttering something with his eyes closed.

“… … found! I had to find it! In the depths of the abyss, in the depths of the earth, he slept alone without a grave! Oh, yes, He really was there!”

Dark mana rapidly swirling around him.

In a situation where Balak’s other warriors find it difficult to keep their balance.

“… … It is time to put an end to everything.”

The fox of the night, Chief Aquilaman, stood upright and glared at Ahheman.

Before long, her arrow is aimed at Ahheman’s forehead.

Puff!

A single silver arrow that surges through the dark storm.

It seemed obvious that in just a few seconds it would blow a huge hole through Ahhemman’s head.

but.

Quageek-

To his dismay, Aquila’s arrow stopped midway.

Currently, the strongest of the floods. Aquila’s arrow, which no one could block, was caught by someone’s hand.

“… … !?”

All of Balak’s warriors were horrified by this and raised their heads toward one place.

The one who caught the arrow with his bare hands was a skinny man.

A man in a shabby shroud.

There are no lips on the face, only skeletons and skins remain, so gums and teeth are exposed.

The shroud fluttering in the cool wind was woven in the style of a long time ago.

Thick strong bones, tall stature, and the power to catch Aquila’s arrows with her bare hands.

No one guessed the identity of this long-ago ancestor.

only one. Except for Aquila.

“… … !”

Aquila looked at an undead in front of her with a trembling gaze.

Even when she heard the legends of all the successive chieftains and heroes of Balak, she was always squeamish.

That’s because he thought he could do it.

Blessed potential, infinite possibilities, a talent that only comes out once in a few hundred years.

Aquila is indeed regarded as one of the most capable chieftains of all time, so he has no qualms about comparing himself to the legendary warriors of his time.

… … Except for just one character.

Even the arrogant Aquila, who single-handedly declared war against the Empire, obtained a declaration of surrender, subjugated all the tribes of the entire Sea of ​​Waters, and thus led Balak to its peak, in front of all these colossal achievements, even the arrogant Aquila could sincerely respect. A hero who couldn’t be helped.

The eternal myth of Balak, the spiritual supreme.

It was ‘Adonai’, the strongest archer since history began to be written down.