Duke’s Quadruplets Are All Overpowered Chapter 100

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Grumble-! Grumble-!

Its body jumps up and looks for its head.

I stood still and watched him.

Jericho and his group tried to attack, but they retreated due to my dissuasion.

“… “This feeling.”

Similar to the devil, but not the same.

I got the feeling of a violent priest from the vampire. These are priests who received the power of the devil and became devils. Likewise, he is not a devil. He was probably human. He would have received the power of the blood demon and become a vampire. I even made sure he found his head and attached it to his body.

Shhh-!

As soon as the head was recovered, it was decapitated once again. The guy struggled and waved his arms wildly. The guy’s face was distorted hideously, but not from pain. Staring at me with angry eyes. He shuddered in disgust.

“Confucius. “Use this sword.”

Jericho handed over his sword. As soon as the vampire saw the sword, the blade shining and reflecting in the sunlight, she was frightened. Vampires can only be killed with weapons made of silver. It seemed like he didn’t want to die.

“are you okay.”

I declined Jericho’s sword and picked up an iron sword.

“If you don’t die even if you cut off your head.”

The Tiundun Sword is the heaviest sword. From the moment I put my energy into it, the ordinary iron sword became heavier as if I had lifted a mountain peak. I swung my sword down at the guy.

Kwaaang-!

Dust rose as if an explosion had occurred.

There was only crushed flesh in the hollow pit.

The shapeless vampire no longer moved.

“You can just crush it.”

Jericho couldn’t answer right away and looked back and forth between the remains of the vampire and me.

* * *

It’s clearing!

“I understand now. “Dalbi, you’re so angry.”

It’s clearing, it’s clearing!

“Because of you, I’m so dizzy with anger.”

It’s a dog!

I realized this while wandering through the jungle.

Even though it is a gigantic nature of this scale.

There was not a single spirit beast, a beast of nature.

It was the same as during Melkaran. The spirit beasts of the great jungle also seemed to have disappeared after being chased by the devil. Dalby was very angry. At the same time that my emotions affect Dalby, I am also affected by Dalby’s emotions. The irritation and anger that had been rising since coming to the jungle were also greatly influenced by Dalbi.

After dealing with the vampire, a rare soup flavored with red pepper powder was served on the dinner table. Jack Colback, who made dinner, said it was a Kosan tradition. I always eat red food the night I kill a vampire. The reasons were varied, but the callback was the opinion, ‘Don’t be afraid of blood.’

What conversation should I have with four blunt men?

As I was quietly drinking the tasteless soup, I suddenly became curious and asked Jericho a question.

“It is said that the Kosan clan was a family of priests from the great jungle. “If you don’t mind, what kind of god do you worship?”

“The sun and the moon.”

ah.

I looked at Dalby.

The guy was still snoring and looking irritated.

I shrugged and stroked Dalby’s head.

Daa.

Dalbi seemed to feel relieved and came into my arms and laid down.

I kept stroking his head and was overcome by a strange feeling.

If you think about it, I’m stroking God’s head right now, right?

* * *

No matter how many priests of a violent religion were killed, if the religious leader could not be killed, the violent religion would not have been eradicated.

Same thing. This work may be deeper, older, and more difficult, but the fundamental principle is the same. No matter how much you kill a vampire, if you cannot kill the host, it will continue to occur. This is why the Kosan clan has been fighting against the blood demon for hundreds of years. You have to hit your head.

Previously.

I wanted to be clear.

“Where is the lord of the silver sword?”

Jericho hesitated for a moment before answering.

“You haven’t returned from the dungeon yet.”

The ‘dungeon’ of the Magic Tower.

That was the reason Jericho and his group came to Melcaran.

Jericho said that the master of the silver sword wants to obtain a magic tool hidden in the dungeon. A magic tool for tracking down blood demons. Jericho said she told an interesting story.

“He knows how to hide himself. There were opportunities ten years ago, and even during the days of Sentai Kenju. But before the silver sword could reach its heart, the blood demon quickly disappeared and ran away. The current lord of the silver sword has a stronger sense of duty than anyone else. “He is trying every means possible to break the cycle of resentment and curse from his generation.”

Jericho spoke honestly.

“Confucius would also be one of the means.”

“Hmm.”

Hide yourself.

I grinned at Jericho.

I spoke in a sly voice as his eyebrows twitched.

“I will be the only means.”

It’s the same as ‘Snake Demon’.

Even if he knows how to hide himself, anyone can see it.

* * *

I have dog-eyes, but others, like the impersonators, have a very difficult time distinguishing between vampires and humans. However, unlike impersonators, there was a clear way to distinguish them. Vampires react to ‘silver’. Blood is considered the basis of ‘life’. Vampires who flow with sand instead of blood make their living by stealing the lives of others. However, pure silver, which symbolizes ‘purity’, becomes poison and corrodes the body, as if revealing their lies.

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A short middle-aged man called ‘John Colback’ was armed with a silver fork and a knife. Unless he’s a formal jerk when eating anywhere, that means things are bad enough for him to have to use cutlery as a weapon to kill vampires. As I stared, John Colback laughed sarcastically and joked.

“Good for chopping off a vampire’s testicles.”

“Oh, how many pieces did you cut?”

I guess he didn’t know how to respond to a cheap joke.

John Colback hesitated to answer, then held out ten fingers.

“It’s a pity that I can’t count to numbers higher than ten because I haven’t learned it.”

He was a boring man. After finishing arming himself, John Colback sat down in his chair with the cheap whiskey he was drinking. He was scheduled to search the jungle again when daylight came. It hadn’t even been ten minutes since he got out of bed, but John chose to wake up with a drink instead of washing his face. Jericho and others went to request additional troops. He seemed to hate awkwardness, so he spoke to me first.

“All the wealthy people in the kingdom use silverware. “Because I was afraid of vampires.”

He held a knife and fork and imitated cutting a steak in the air.

“Guests who visited the house always had to eat the food served by the owner. In order to reassure the wary and hostile owner, he had to put the meat he picked up with a silver fork into his mouth and kindly show him the contents.”

Hiss!

John Colback threw the knife.

The handle of the knife stuck in the wall trembles briefly and then stops.

“It seems like all the good customs have been forgotten now.”

Orange light seeps through the window. Dawn has come. She had about ten minutes left until morning.

I asked Jack Colback.

“When did you start hunting vampires?”

“I started doing it when the parents who gave birth to me died and the uncle who raised me died. It’s not that old. “At best, about fifty years have passed.”

As a veteran, he knew a lot.

I talked to him until the search resumed.

The topic was mainly lamenting his condition.

“Then the only way to kill a vampire is to stab its heart with a silver weapon?”

“That’s right. Ignorant like Confucius… Oh my, sometimes crooked lips spit out the wrong words. Please understand. It would be impossible to just completely throw away the porridge with strong force like Confucius, but in fact, it is impossible. Decapitating also works, but I don’t recommend it. The cervical vertebrae are very hard, so if you can’t cut it with a single blow, you will be hit back. Vampires are much faster and stronger than humans. “Even a low-level vampire can’t stand a veteran soldier, damn it, they are predators of humans.”

Did I call you ignorant twice?

He gulped down his uvula and drank whiskey.

“Oops. Anyway, that’s right. As long as it’s made of silver, tableware, rich people’s jewelry, or your wife’s ‘toys’ are fine. All you have to do is put it in. Haha, you vulgar vampires.”

It was a choice of words as vulgar as cheap whiskey.

My first impression wasn’t good, but I grew to like it.

“But it is absolutely not enough. Confucius, we are beggars. In the past, I received a lot of hostile treatment from rich people. Instead of this shitty testicle knife, I swung a silver sword with a decent edge. But as each generation passes, we become more forgotten. Even though I was young, I remember it. There was a time when Confucius’s father, the great Reinberg, was still a farmer with his bare feet in the dirt. “Rather, I liked those times.”

The more drunk John Colback got, the busier his mouth became.

I sat quietly and listened to him drink. Perhaps it was because I was the son of a farmer whose bare feet had been buried in the dirt, but he willingly confided his true feelings to me.

“The peace of the past three decades has dulled people’s fears. In that short period of time, I had forgotten the days when devils would eat people in broad daylight. So how does it look now? Damn it! The hunter’s instinct is certain. coming. It was a time as scary as the last great war, or even more scary! But those damned nobles!”

“It seems like you have a great dissatisfaction with the nobleman.”

“Of course! “You f*cking stupid bastards!”

He seems to have forgotten that I am a nobleman.

Or, the nobles he speaks of may only mean nobles of the Western Continent Kingdom.

“Do you know why hunting vampires is difficult? It’s because of humans. If a vampire struggles, it’s okay to cut off a finger or two or just sweep him away, but if the human is being mean, there’s nothing you can do. In particular, if a vampire disguises himself as an aristocrat or a wealthy person, there is absolutely no way to do anything about it. “He’s clearly a vampire, but there’s still a bastard whining in that high castle!”

“He’s a vampire noble, so that’s interesting. It’s possible to differentiate, right? Why are you just letting it go?”

Although he didn’t mean to instigate him, he emptied the entire bottle of cheap whiskey.

When Jericho comes, I’ll slap his red cheeks a few times.

“It’s because of the Nimiral nobles. “They are the kind of people who will ignore even if there is a vampire in their castle.”

“Nobles? Why? “What if I get eaten?”

“haha. Vampires are different from demons. They are beasts that crave human blood, and they are cowards who are obsessed with protecting themselves. They never attack nobles, the rich or the powerful. I’m always scared that some kind of damage will happen. Instead, what they prey on is the lower class. No one cares when it disappears. Like the slash-and-burn people of the great jungle, people treated like trash by the kingdom. Do you think the higher-ups will bat an eye even if a few of them disappear? In fact, they even support vampires. He said that the nobles’ blood was so noble that it couldn’t be like that, and how dare they doubt him. “You crazy bastards.”

From my experience in Melkaran, I was vaguely aware that the western continent’s kingdom was rotten.

Well, at this level, he’s no different from a devil. John said that with the exception of his father, the nobles ostracized them and, in extreme cases, treated them like criminals. The reason why Khosan became a secretive clan was actually due to other people’s intentions.

The Kosan clan was a difficult people in one way or another.

The reason I became distant from Reinberg was because of a misunderstanding, and now the misunderstanding has been resolved.

And the absolute reason why the Kosan clan lives a wandering life is because of the Blood Demon.

I was confident.

Reinberg is wide and large enough to embrace Kosan. The blood demon will definitely be killed.

The remaining problem is with the owner of the silver sword.

How should I take away his sword?

“Hey, John!”

Jericho returned and slapped John, who was drunk.

Surprisingly, John sobered up in an instant after hearing a clear sound.

Looking at that, I thought he was a lot more spoiled than he looked.

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