Episode 202 Corpse Queen (5)
… Kwak!
The whole world turns black and red.
Bikir backed away, feeling his entire body turned to concussion.
Thick blood and pieces of intestines seep out of his mouth. My vision was blurred and my body wasn’t listening properly.
Bikir restored his body by raising the power of the demonic sword, Baalzebub.
Tsutsutsutsutsutsu-
Although it consumed a lot of stamina and mana, it was possible to connect broken bones and connect broken muscles.
However, since most of the strength was spent restoring the core skeleton, internal organs, muscles, and severed body organs, the numerous scars on the whole body could not be regenerated.
Bikir thought as he tinkered with the bloody body and the mask that barely covered his face.
‘I can’t go back to the academy like this.’
Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy would surely be terrified if they saw this now.
at that time.
[Nuclear Nuclear Nuclear-]
There was something clinging to my left wrist.
baby madam. the guy is back
“… … thanks. I am alive thanks to you.”
Bikir stroked the young madam’s head.
Right before the clash with the Corpse Queen, there was a thread that grabbed Vikir by the scruff of her neck as she got caught up in the explosion.
A thread that the young madam secretly attached to Bikir’s back. A tough lifeline that could withstand the vortex of mana without breaking.
It was connected to the rock behind it.
The young madam snatched Bikir from the top of the rock, and thanks to that, Bikir narrowly escaped the explosion.
If it had not been for this thread, it was clear that Baalzebub would have suffered a fatal wound that could not be regenerated.
Meanwhile.
Passsss… …
Ahhemman’s lich and the tattered golem disappeared after being turned into powder.
And behind it stood the Corpse Queen.
… … but.
thud!
The Corpse Queen eventually sat down on one knee.
The fact that he didn’t even move seemed to have passed out due to the impact of the reverse flow of mana inside his body.
“… … Since it is half demon and half human, the aftermath of the backflow of mana seems to be even greater.”
Bikir looked at the corpse queen like that.
Right before the head-to-head confrontation, I remember what she said momentarily at the end.
‘… … Wait a minute!’
Why did the Corpse Queen lose focus at a critical moment?
Thanks to her weakened power, Vikir was able to crush the black sun, the mana concentration of the dark dimension, with her seven teeth.
Even though it was only half, the power of Tensangsi was strong. As time passes, it will become stronger.
“… … It must be killed here and now.”
I don’t know why the corpse queen took her powers at the end, but that’s not what’s important now.
The corpse queen sitting defenseless, the eighth corpse Seere. Had to kill her now.
Jerk-jerk-jerk-
Bikir walked forward with the demonic sword Baalzebub hanging down.
The blood that flowed from his tattered body left a long trail on the floor that looked like a snail crawling on it.
at that time.
[…] … Don’t.]
The Corpse Queen’s mouth opened.
Like a condemned prisoner on the verge of being hanged, his head dropped, his skull mask already shattered, but his face was nowhere to be seen.
However, her lips were clearly swollen.
[…] … Do not leave. Leave me.]
A muddy, disheveled tone. After that, a faint noise is heard. It was a sob.
Apparently, the Corpse Queen had a secret.
However.
“There is no grave without a story in the world.”
Bikir only holds the knife tighter.
Who among the undead beings has no excuses and stories?
Bikir didn’t care what kind of life the woman in front of her lived before she became a corpse queen, or what kind of story she had.
Because there is a huge mission that precedes them all.
Revenge for the ephemeral deaths of himself, his comrades-in-arms, and even the entire human race.
A sense of mission to stop the era of destruction.
It made the hound of the night before it collapsed stand up again.
Before long, Bikir stood before the Corpse Queen.
“… … .”
A corpse queen with her head down and motionless. She passes out and lets out her sobs that were in her unconscious.
And Bikir lifted Baalzebub high.
A blade as sharp as a guillotine preparing to fall, it would soon separate the body and neck of Eight Bensi.
This is the moment when the third demon is hunted.
yet.
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Booung-
The blade fell off.
This resulted in the death of a total of three out of ten. The era of destruction is delayed that much. A requiem for countless comrades who died fleetingly.
however. Things don’t always go as planned.
pop!
There was an existence that could block the demonic sword Baalzebub.
“… … Geronto!”
Bikir’s brow furrowed.
An iron skewer blocking the dark red blade.
The sorcerer known by the name of Morgue Roget had become a lich and was blocking Vikir.
Chanang!
The iron skewer was broken, but it succeeded in deflecting Baalzebub.
Bikir staggered back.
Before long, the dark mana emitted by Geronto began to create flames and iron skewers everywhere.
Vikir thought as he fixed the mask.
“Dantalian’s minion… … It’s annoying.”
It was a daunting task in the current situation.
I know Geronto’s power because I’ve experienced it before. It is a level that is difficult to deal with with the current body that has been devastated by the fight with the corpse queen.
Bikir backed away a little and opened up some distance. He’s any good, so he had to buy his body time to recover.
together?
Surprisingly, Geronto did not pursue Vikir.
He only politely embraced the corpse queen who had fallen behind him.
“… … ?”
Bikir tilted his head once.
Originally undead, the dead are very jealous of what they do not have.
That is why they blindly bite and extort living things.
The same goes for the maniac.
Rather than protecting the owner, attacking nearby living beings takes precedence. It doesn’t matter when the owner holds onto it with strong will, but after the owner loses consciousness, the dead man falls into an out-of-control state.
But what about now?
Geronto holds the Corpse Queen very dearly.
Nor did he try to attack the battered Bikir.
‘what? no way… … .’
Either one. Either Geronto isn’t an ordinary undead, or the Corpse Queen’s thoughts remain strong on this battlefield.
‘Maybe it could be both.’
It is certain that Geronto is undead, so in this case it would be correct to assume that the thoughts of the Corpse Queen still roam the battlefield and control Geronto.
What is the content of that thought?
‘Don’t attack the author.’
It is the will to avoid a fight with Bikir.
Neither in the final clash nor now in Geronto’s case, it seemed that the Corpse Queen had no intention of fighting Vikir.
‘What is it? How… … .’
Bikir frowned.
A mysterious woman who replaced Morgue Snake as the king of corpses. As a contractor of the devil, why is she behaving strangely?
I tried to catch up on my blurry vision, my quickening breath, and my squirming thoughts, but I couldn’t concentrate.
And taking advantage of that gap, Geronto drew a magic circle.
Wow!
It is a magic circle of teleportation.
Soon, a blue light burst out and teleported Geronto and the Corpse Queen sleeping in her arms.
“Sheesh-”
Vikir took out the black bow Anubis and shot an arrow, but Geronto teleported half as fast.
Flash!
In the blink of an eye, the two women disappeared from Bikir’s presence.
“… … Did you miss it?”
Bikir sighed and leaned against the melted, then hardened steel frame.
A sudden encounter at a point in time when you are not ready. The future has changed unexpectedly. Because of these variables, I ended up missing my target.
The first assassination attempt failed.
“Hufu. Still, I knew that it was worth sticking with the eighth number. You are still a weak demon.”
Bikir murmured as he stroked the young madam who spewed thread from his arm to make a cast.
Before long, the surroundings started to become noisy.
… Flash!
Torches and mana lights were gradually coloring the surroundings.
As I turn my head towards the lowlands below, I see the guards who have heard the commotion and are approaching with full force.
A familiar voice is heard.
“Ho-ho-ho- this way! It must be a night hound! Come on, pigs! Will you follow me?”
One eye, high heels, and a thorny whip wrapped around a narrow waist.
Led by Professor Saadi, the imperial guards were pouring in.
“… … It’s bothering me.”
Bikir melted into the darkness, covered in tattered black cloth.
Escaping the encirclement was not difficult for Bikir, who was able to glide in the dark without making a sound thanks to Monsieur Hushu’s ability.
Bikir, who rode the thread of the young madam to the height of the ruins, crossed the air in an instant and moved to a high-rise building outside the siege.
… chin!
Bikir descended to the ground beneath the building and smiled bitterly as he looked back at the tumultuous ruins in the distance.
“I don’t even know what to say to the kids.”
Just like the old days of Dantalian, your body will be stricken with aftereffects and fatigue for a while.
The midterm exams are over and the festival period is approaching, so you can take a break.
One way would be to be admitted to the infirmary under the pretext of overwork.
‘Three days. He recovers his body in it and goes to find the eighth poem again.’
Vikir thought about this and that and put on the picaresque mask.
yet.
Bikir’s body slowly changes.
Nuclear Nuclear Nuclear-
A tired-looking black puppy with severe injuries all over its body was walking toward the academy.
