Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 259

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Episode 259: The Grave of the Sword (5)

‘Landing Ambush’, the ultimate in the Baskerville family’s swordsmanship.

It draws nine teeth. What does this mean?

The old style of Baskerville.

If there is such a division in the sword master as there are highs and lows between experts and graduates… … If so, this is a swordsmanship that only beings at the advanced level of a sword master can use.

Nine teeth, each driving, holding, ripping, cutting, mashing, cutting, mashing, mincing and crushing, were devouring the whole world.

It was more powerful and destructive than any swordsmanship that exists in the present world.

‘The predator’s intent to kill’ seemed impossible to slice under the skin more vividly than this.

It was the first time even the veteran Bikir, who had lived through the age of destruction, had experienced it.

‘There was no one in this world who could wield a sword like this, even among humans!’

Astonishment as a swordsman, as a seeker walking the same path.

It was pure bursting out of the distinction between friends and family.

But you can’t just admire it.

Even at this moment, the Baskerville Type 9 cast by Cane Corso was rushing towards us, splitting moment by moment.

In this imminent storm of blades, Vikir unleashes the full force he can unleash.

Baskerville 7 meals.

After throwing away emotions and reaching the 6th class, he reached the highest level with regained emotions after much struggle.

Bikir whipped the tip of his sword to create seven teeth, which he used against the nine teeth in front of his eyes.

The hound of the iron-blooded swordsman confronts the monster with all its might.

The result.

… Kwak! Woojijikjik!

Naturally, it was Bikir’s defeat.

It is only natural that the 7th and 9th meals were matched against each other.

Bikir felt his whole body being torn apart.

Pain as if a piece of meat had fallen into the jaws of a giant toothy monster.

It was a level of damage that was hard to bear with the regenerative power of a bog salamander.

at that time.

“… … !”

Bikir grabbed onto something on the verge of death.

It was a survival instinct, a piece of urgency that he had never felt since entering the supreme realm.

When would a sword master feel such an experience? It is no exaggeration to say that there is no opportunity to experience helplessly falling in the face of great fear and violence.

And, paradoxically, when he realized that he was nothing, just an insignificant life of a fly.

… Flash!

A change occurred in Bikir’s swordsmanship.

Baskerville’s eighth ceremony, a desperate need for survival, a longing for life, and a stage that must be supported by extreme practical experience.

When a person who has lost and regained emotions has an attachment to life, the door to the 8th consciousness opens.

Bikir swung his sword and drew out the eighth tooth.

It was still small, but it was clear and distinct.

at the same time. Type 9 and Type 8 matched each other and offset each other.

and.

… Fu-wook!

A long tooth from Cane Corso cut into Vikir’s body diagonally.

Kwak!

In the end, Vikir was thrown helplessly and buried outside the Tomb of Knives.

[…] … .]

Cane Corso. Sword Master Advanced. No, superlative. Baskerville is an absolute being who has risen to the level of Type 9.

He stared at the rising dust.

And soon, in the eye socket of the Cane Corso, which was filled with only darkness, a different color flashed again.

Jerk-jerk-jerk-

Bikir was walking downstairs, where crumbled auras, sparks, and blade fragments were falling like snow.

Tsutsutsutsutsutsu-

The scars that ran diagonally across Bikir’s body were deep enough to almost cut, healing at an alarming rate.

A regenerative power that surpassed that of humans a long time ago.

It was such an incredible recovery speed that even quite a few high-ranking monsters who specialize in regenerative power couldn’t compete with it.

[…] … Is it a basilisk?]

Kane Corso saw through Vikir’s ability at a glance.

Bikir stopped walking.

<The gluttonous fly ‘Baalzebub’> / Awl

-1 slot: Deadly Poison – Madame Eight Legs (S)

-2 slot: Impossible – Basilisk (S)

-Slot 3: Silence Hill -Monsieur Hushu (A+)

‘I was lucky to find the corpse of the Basilisk before entering the Tomb of the Knife.’

Bikir had absorbed the mummy of a basilisk that had been buried in salt and acquired its regenerative power as his own.

I could see I was really lucky. With the regenerative powers of a bog salamander, he would not have been able to survive the blow of the Cain Corso.

anyway.

Vikir escaped death thanks to the power of the demon sword Baalzebub.

And in return, I was able to step on the upper stage.

At the threshold of death, what you finally realize is the ‘realization of the eight senses’.

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Those who became sword masters usually do not have much to fight for their lives, but this is where stagnation occurs.

[Even after stepping into the supreme realm, there is something that only those who continue to run without rest with the same mindset as when they first grabbed the sword gain something.]

Cain Corso’s words were the most fundamental and the closest to the correct answer.

Meanwhile, Bikir raised his head and looked at the Cane Corso in front of him.

“Dosari ambush swordsmanship. Was it you who wrote the prosecutor’s book?”

[no. can it be I haven’t yet awakened to all of the 10 types written in the book of swordsmanship.]

“then… … .”

When Bikir was speechless, Cane Corso nodded obediently.

[I am also just a descendant of the swordsman. However, I tore and scattered a few pages, afraid that no one else would learn this.]

“Wouldn’t it have been better to just burn it down?”

[I didn’t have the courage to get rid of the prosecutor’s office itself. How dare I destroy that enormous treasure with my own hands.]

Vikir did not bother to tell Cane Corso that he had burned the sword book.

On the other hand, it seemed very strange that a descendant appeared who had obtained the complete copy of the ambush sword swordsman in Cain Corso.

[…] … After all, will people with ties meet somehow?]

Cain Corso retrieved the greatsword. He meant that he would no longer attack Hebikir.

At the same time, all the heavy pressure that weighed down the surroundings disappeared.

Bikir, too, had no intention of fighting any longer.

He had just stepped on the threshold of death, barely came back alive, and had just reached the level of 8th.

On the other hand, the opponent had already reached Type 9 a long time ago. Even if you fight, there’s no way you’ll become an opponent.

Then, Cain Corso said.

[Young rival, blood relative, cute nephew. Come over here and get what you want.]

It was a different attitude than before.

Bikir asked with a puzzled expression.

“May I take the Wraith Tree behind the Iron Throne?”

[do whatever you want. To me it’s just a weed. Doesn’t this only have meaning for wizards?]

“Were you not here to protect this?”

[Of course not. I am here for a completely different reason. These grassroots, well, I respect them because they are the ancestor creatures that were rooted in this tower before me, but I don’t have any particular attachment to them.]

Bikir tilted his head.

Before long, the two roots of the Wraith Tree behind the Iron Throne fell into Vikir’s hands.

It was an unpleasant seedling that was dry and hard, yet somehow felt cold and damp.

“… … .”

Bikir turned his head.

Cain Corso was sitting on the iron throne again.

However, the curious eyes looking at Bikir were still the same.

Bikir looked at Cane Corso.

meat. A stage that can be climbed only by throwing away emotions.

Seven meals. A stage that can be climbed only when emotions are regained.

eight sets. It is a stage that can be climbed only when it is supported by attachment to life and desperate practical experience.

In fact, it could be said that the state of eight knowledge is a stage that is difficult to experience unless it is led by a senior who is on the upper level of the highest realm.

Or it really takes a lot of hard work.

… … Then, where is the old-fashioned state?

When Bikir was alone in his thoughts, Cane Corso spoke.

[Are you curious about the realm of the 9th meal?]

It was a straight line.

“… … .”

Bikir expressed his affirmation by remaining silent, while Cane Corso smiled lightly.

[You probably won’t be able to reach this stage in your lifetime.]

Bikir frowned, wondering if it was a provocation.

However, Cane Corso continued with a serious tone.

[Because the realm of type 9 is beyond the threshold of death.]

That means that only when you really die can you step into the realm of the 9th consciousness.

… … But then, what is the Cane Corso in front of you right now?

Didn’t he definitely reach the level of 9th?

As Bikir made a puzzled expression, Cain Corso put down his greatsword and raised both hands.

Tsutsutsutsutsu… …

Before long, a black aura boils over.

… Empty! Tuong!

The heavy iron gloves that were wrapped around Cane Corso’s hands fell to the ground.

“… … !”

Bikir’s eyes widened.

The Cane Corso’s exposed hands were dry with only bones and skin remaining.

Like the hands of a corpse.

[So I crossed the threshold of death and entered it.]

As a result, Cane Corso died. Lonely alone in a remote place where no one knows.

But he never regretted it until the last moment.

Because at the cost of that lonely death, he got closer to the highest core that no human being had been able to climb for centuries.

A noble knight who rose to the ranks of a superman died and became a changed being.

Death Knight.

That was the true identity of Cane Corso.

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