Episode 167: Crime and Punishment (6)
The moment she saw the face of the nymphet created by Dantalian, Dolores felt something in her head snap.
The string of reason that I always held on to with a calm attitude.
The moment it was cut off, she fell into an amazingly irrational and emotional state, and the intense emotion fully drew out a force she was not aware of.
And that emotion and power flows toward one person as it is.
Bikir. Night Hound!
After receiving the buff that Dolores had gathered and delivered to her soul, Vikir witnessed the opening of a new world above the realm she was originally in.
Sword Master.
The aura amplified inside the body radiates from the blade of Baalzebub, the demonic sword.
Kwak Kwah Kwak Kwak!
From gas to liquid and from liquid to solid.
The hardened aura, boiled to the limit, gradually hardens like a clot of blood coagulated by heat.
Then, according to the law of Mana, it began to rotate in a circle.
Kiyiying-
The solid aura overlaid on the sword rotates at an invisible high speed and hovers around the blade.
It was like a number of saws for logging gathered and rotating.
Wheein – go go go go go go!
As Bikir swung the knife lightly, the debris such as rocks and rebars in front of him flew sparks and were cut away.
It’s enough just to bring it lightly. Truly insane cutting power.
‘… … It’s amazing.’
Even Bikir, who was indifferent to everything, was greatly surprised inside.
is this the master Did Hugo always live with this feeling?
Since he has risen to the level of Master, it is so far below that he cannot see.
He seemed to know a little bit why Hugo had been treating his subordinates as flies.
‘Even Hugo in his previous life went up two levels from Sword Master.’
Soon it will be revealed that there are low, medium, and high levels in the sword master.
Vikir temporarily became a lower rank sword master with the help of a saintess from the highest rank of a graduate student, and from now on he intended to inscribe this sense clearly in his body.
Afterwards, I have to come up here on my own without any buffs.
Meanwhile.
[Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Dantalian was still alive and was being torn apart.
Bikir was bringing the fragments of the aura that rotated at super speed to Dantalian’s body and slicing them here and there.
Baalzebub, a magical sword that looks like an awl, was mainly used for stabbing purposes, but not anymore.
Rather, it was the rotating form of the aura that was more and more specialized for cutting, but that did not mean that the stabbing power was weakened.
‘Apart from the explosive increase in combat power, this sense of exhilaration is… … I feel like I can do anything.’
Bikir was rarely in a very good mood.
The resonance of the soul, the placement of the buffs as if they were made and tailored after knowing the size and location of the internal organs and blood vessels throughout the body.
The feeling of wearing new clothes that fit and fit well with the body, and it was an exhilaration that seemed to be an extension of that.
Dolores’ holy power warmly spread throughout Vikir’s body, accelerating the flow of mana.
Blood vessels expand and blood and mana flow faster and faster.
The width of the amplitude created by the trembling of the aura has also widened significantly.
This is the result of the phenomenon of ‘resonance of the soul’.
And Bikir knew something about this phenomenon.
‘Yes, before returning, Dolores, the Saint of Steel, only gave this buff to a few heroes nearby.’
At the time of the destruction, there were only a handful of beings that could receive Dolores’ buff.
Dolores treated everyone without any discrimination or discrimination, but only used buffs carefully.
Only a handful of great heroes with the power to maximize her buff effect were able to receive Dolores’ buff.
‘Hugo Les Baskervilles’, the head of the iron-blooded swordsman, and ‘Morgue Camus’, the head of the House of Morgue and famous by the nickname of Empress Dowager, were among such heroes.
But what about now?
Vikir is receiving such a buff from Dolores alone.
It meant that Dolores deeply recognized and understood him, but unfortunately Vikir did not know this.
I just considered myself lucky.
Meanwhile.
Dolores felt as if her body and the bodies of the night hounds were completely merged into one.
It is a feeling that not only the body is mixed, but also the soul.
Although it is a temporary phenomenon, she received great comfort and sympathy during this process.
I have never heard anything particularly warm and comforting from the night hound, but somehow it feels like he embraced my tiredness and inferiority.
She used to think about this often.
‘Everyone in the world confesses their sins to me and expresses their worries… … Then, to whom should I confess my sins and express my troubles?’
Sometimes talking to God isn’t enough.
There are times when you want to talk to the same person.
However, in the meantime, Dolores has not been able to tell anyone about her emotional stress.
As Dantalian said, as someone’s president, someone’s manager, someone’s saintess, and someone’s daughter, she always had to show a dignified and resolute appearance.
However, she took this opportunity to blow away all that sadness and loneliness.
Then, with all his emotions, he pushed the hound of the night with a wide back in front of him.
Tonight’s partner, ‘soul mate’!
Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwam! Woo support!
Vikir pushed Dantalian with a force that was incomparable to normal.
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Dantalian, who was caught in the holy flame net and was lacerated, could not stand the sudden surge of Vikir’s aura.
Before long, Vikir stretched out his sword and attempted to sever Dantalian’s throat.
Dantalian’s head with countless faces attached to each other like clusters of grapes, and the slender neck connecting the head and body!
Just then, Dantalian made his final winning move.
[brother! help me!]
nymphet. Her face turns to Bikir.
Is that all? The faces of all the children in the orphanage cried out at Bikir.
[brother! I can still live!]
[If this demon dies, we die too!]
[brother! please! Please don’t kill this demon!]
[This killer! What can happen to us!?]
And Dantalian’s plan seemed to work at first glance.
Bikir’s sword slowed down, albeit subtly.
And aiming for that time, Dantalian squeezed out all his mana and launched a soul dive.
Kwak!
Dozens of Dantalian’s tongues came together to form a single spear, which struck Vikir directly through the heart.
“… … !”
Bikir couldn’t even scream, but bounced off the spot and flew, shattering two stone pillars and burying himself in a pile of debris.
“no!”
Dolores exclaimed in horror, but it was too late.
Dantalian lifted his bloodied body upright and smiled sullenly.
[Ho-ho-ho! Originally, in a fight between masters, only one number is missing, resulting in such a futile result.]
Before long, he approached Dolores, who stood with a dazed expression.
Smooth, smooth, smooth… …
The face in the foreground changes back to that of a man.
A stern-looking middle-aged man. It was Cardinal Humbert, the leader of the Old Testament faction.
[Daughter. This father is disappointingly lacking.]
“… … !”
[I sent him to the academy to raise the family’s prestige, so he’s causing trouble like this? Wasn’t it nice to go around talking about the shame of the family?]
Before long, Humbert’s face contorts into an expression of contempt for the pitiful.
[I thought you were a better human being, Dolores.]
“… … !”
Then Dolores’ small, slender body began to tremble again.
‘… … Hound of the night.’
It was because of the night hound by his side that he had overcome the form of Humbert, which had previously sprung from the hilt of fear.
But there was no hunting dog to rescue him now.
She crouches down, losing her confidence.
It’s like locking yourself in an eggshell.
jjeook-
Before long, Humbert’s face opens wide.
The jaw jointless mouth of the mandible opened indefinitely and turned into the jaws of a giant snake.
Dolores in an eggshell, and a snake trying to swallow the egg.
Dantalian tried to swallow Dolores with a fishy smile.
[Now, offer your face to me… … Rock!?]
But Dantalian’s voice cut off in the middle.
F*ck!
Hot blood spattered black.
A blade that approached without sound or presence and cut off Dantalian’s throat.
Vikir was standing behind Dantalian’s back with a cold gaze.
[Uh, how? Clear heart… … ]
Dantalian with the face of a nymphet stuttered.
Instead of answering, Bikir opened the black cloak and showed it.
awesome-
There, I saw a black orb with an incontinence.
The egg of Madame Eight Legs. That’s what saved Vikir’s heart from Dantalian’s spear!
Although the shell is slightly cracked, it is still a sturdy Madame’s egg.
Vikir put it back in her arms and looked at Dantalian.
“I have nothing to say… … .”
Soon after, Vikir completely severed Dantalian’s throat.
“Go to the bad place.”
That was the end of Dantalian.
… Took! … Tutuk! Degurur!
Dantalian’s faces fall to the ground and roll on the floor.
but.
[brother… … brother… … i am so sick… … ]
Dantalian’s legacy remained.
Arms and limbs slowly regenerated under the nymphet’s face.
It crawled on the floor and tried to escape.
However, Bikir stood in his way. With an unwavering gaze.
… hooked!
The last blade pierced the center of the nymphet’s torso.
Then the nymphet stopped moving.
[…] … .]
She raised her eyes that were about to close at any moment and spoke in a voice that seemed to be cut off at any moment.
[thank you… … mister.]
Then finally. Bikir’s gaze wavers.
“… … .”
Vikir cautiously bent her knees and supported the nymphet’s face.
Then the nymphet lifted up her collapsing body and wrapped her arms around Vikir’s neck.
side-
And kissed Bikir lightly on the cheek.
Tsutsutsutsutsu… …
Before long, everything disappears.
All the darkness has disappeared, leaving only debris in the ruins.
The palm of Dolores, who had approached her, wraps around the back of Bikir’s hand, who is sitting still.
“Night Hound… … Are you okay?”
Despite struggling with Humbert’s vision just before, she was the first to take care of Vikir’s safety.
Right then.
… With the land!
There was a metallic sound of something falling through the cracks of the collapsed stone pillars.
Bikir and Dolores turned their heads at the same time.
sparkle!
A golden necklace shining brightly.
‘Nymphet’
It was an eye-catching letter.
