Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 406

Episode 406: Prison Break (4)

Vikir fixed her gaze on the knife in front of her eyes.

I couldn’t say for sure about the identity of that knife, but there was definitely something to point out.

An unprecedented great demon whose notoriety spread beyond the demon realm in the distant past to the middle world.

Seven ancient demonic constellations, also known as the ‘Seven Plagues’.

And the remains of these seven demonic constellations were left in this world in any form, whether material or notional, and despite being in a position where they could no longer interfere with the law of cause and effect, they retained some of the power they had in life.

One of them was this sword ‘Baalzebub’.

‘But besides this sword, there are six more.’

Bikir thought as he looked at Baalzebub’s red blade protruding from his right wrist.

The seven swords made from the remains of the seven demon constellations were called ‘Seven Demons’ by humans.

This Baalzebub is one of them.

… … And that sword in front of him was also one of the demonic swords included in the chilgwita.

Demon Sword Asmodeus. A vicious sword comparable to the demonic sword Baalzebub.

It is one of the final weapons carried by demons in the latter half of the War of Extinction in the distant future.

‘It was one of the feasts of the name of the First Poetry. But I thought it would be here now.’

Vikir looked at the demon sword Asmodeus in front of her and thought.

And the current owner of Asmodeus, the black tongue, was looking at the wrinkled blade with eyes that seemed possessed by something.

“Once upon a time. There was one leech I loved… … No, now that I think about it, it might not have been a leech. well, whatever.”

The black tongue was explaining how he had obtained the demonic sword Asmodeus.

“He had a great passion for sucking blood. greed was great But as I kept sucking blood, it became so big and strong that I couldn’t control it.”

The black tongue laughed as it kissed Asmodeus’ blade.

“So I tricked him into putting him in solitary confinement and then starving him to death. Maybe Suware had a hard time then?”

“… … .”

“But this guy is. Maybe it’s because it’s so strong that it won’t die no matter how long you put it in solitary confinement. Instead, it’s like hibernation, but it’s dry and won’t budge. I tried drying it in the hot air for a long time, but it didn’t die, it just dried out.”

As a result, the black tongue of the leech, which had turned into a hard meat stick, was sharpened against a whetstone.

“The meat powder came out tremendously. But as a result, it was forged so sharp. What is it? Doesn’t it look like a real knife?”

It is surprising that the remains of the demon constellation did not lose their desire for blood for such a long time even after they were separated from the dead body, but it is even more surprising that there is a madman who grinds them up and turns them into swords.

‘This is how the demonic sword Asmodeus was born.’

Bikir marveled at the madness of the black tongue.

However, it is just admiration as an audience watching the show, and the hound is just watching the prey with his usual lazy gaze.

“You’d better be careful. The sword does not serve an unqualified master. They look for an opportunity and then eat it up in reverse.”

I saw many cases before the regression.

Humans and demons alike, everyone fell prey to that knife.

But Bikir’s warning was not taken for granted.

The black tongue grinned and listened to Asmodeus.

“This guy still wants blood even after he has become this slob. Yes, he has a strong need for your blood.”

It was as it was said.

Asmodeus drank the blood from his black tongue and was swelling up.

Shaking like crazy, wanting to run towards the Bikir in front of me!



The two swords collided together.

“… … .”

Bikir swallowed a moan at the feeling of weight passing through his wrist.

I don’t know how big the meat is, how dry it is.

Obviously, the volume was small, but the weight was enormous, and its sturdiness far surpassed that of most metals.

Just as a large piece of meat becomes small and hard when it dries up.


In addition, the sword itself bends at a strange angle and penetrates the gap.

It was like seeing the vampire itself, a blood-mad leech.


Asmodeus bent like a whip, avoiding friction with Baalzebub.

Puffer Puck!

The moment Bikir’s Baalzebub stabbed the black tongue’s chest, the black tongue’s Asmodeus also stabbed Bikir’s thigh.

“Ouch!? You fucking bastard! You have to protect your master first before your rice bowl!”

The black tongue screamed, but the mouth remained smiling.

madness. Indeed, the master is the sword.

“… … .”

Bikir frowned.

Even though the sword is running rampant, it’s all taking a route optimized for killing.

Also, the black tongue also had considerable swordsmanship skills.

Perhaps, with simple fighting power alone, it might be at the level of crushing Colonel Dordium or Colonel Suware.

Tsutsutsutsutsu… …

Bikir tried to raise the power of starvation in Baalzebub, but it was somehow inferior to Asmodeus’ ability to devour blood.

Moreover, Asmodeus was also gulping down Bikir’s blood, which contained Madame’s poison.

“A troublesome bastard.”

Bikir stepped back and spoke briefly.

The black tongue smiled and followed Bikir.

“Are you scared? Are you afraid? Why are you running away?”

“… … .”

Bikir quietly withdrew. He was a route back the way he had come so far.

But the black tongue wouldn’t let Bikir run away.

“Fear blinds the eyes and ears, my friend.”

at the same time.


The arm of the black tongue bent a little more grotesquely.

“… … !”

Bikir saw that Asmodeus, who had let go of Baalzebub, was also bent at an even worse angle.

The black tongue smiled.

“Isn’t it obvious? The more blood they suck, the more flexible they become.”

Dry jerky becomes softer as it absorbs water.

So did Asmodeus.

Asmodeus, who twisted his body in a more prodigious way than the previous trajectory, attacked Vikir’s face as it was.

“… … !”

Bikir quickly turned his head to the side, but the black tongue’s mysterious swordsmanship succeeded in pushing Asmodeus deeper and deeper.


Bikir’s ears were ripped out entirely.

It was so severe that even the organs such as the cochlea and the semicircular canal were pulled out.


A groan escaped Bikir’s lips.

It hurts even if a cotton swab went into the ear just a little bit deeply, but the pain was indescribable as the whole thing was torn and pulled out.

Tsutsutsutsutsu… …

The basilisk’s regenerative power quickly healed the wound, but it took time to regenerate the complex organs within it.


When the inside of my ears got messed up, my sense of balance and distance naturally got ruined.

At the staggering Bikir, a black tongue opened its mouth wide below the ear and rushed at it.

It was a smile full of madness.

“Whoop whoop whoop- die, night hound!”

I swung the knife at the black tongue that clung like crazy.

What a bummer!

The deaf blade swung back and forth, left and right.

But none of them touched the black tongue.

No, far from reaching it, it flew away in the wrong direction.

“Whoop whoop! This has turned me into a complete idiot!”

The black tongue laughed at Bikir, who swung the knife in the wrong place.

… bang!

The black tongue pressing Bikir down fiercely, his body more than twice as big as before due to the excitement.

The leeches covering his body were bubbling as if to represent his excitement.

The black tongue sat atop Vikir’s body, salivating and taunting.

“It’s such a big deal that there’s a commotion like this? Dordium or Suware may be coming. Ah, maybe the old Orca will come to visit himself. how is it? Are you nervous? cold sweats? Are your eyes spinning around?”


“hmm. You can’t do that.”

I don’t know if it’s Dordium or Suware, but Orca is burdensome.

Bikir gave a short answer to the smirk of his black tongue.

“I was coveting leeches, so I invested my time. I don’t think I have time to play any more.”

The moment he made a questionable expression, as if asking what the black tongue meant, Bikir raised his left hand.

“… … !?”

The two eyeballs of the black tongue dilated as if they were about to burst.

The leather sack full of the eggs of new leeches was in Bikir’s hands before he knew it.

“Enough then.”

Bikir said a brief farewell.

at the same time.

… Kwak!

Something happened in the hallway.

The walls, floor, and ceiling of the corridor were cracked, following the trajectory of the slashes Vikir had just swung.


One section of the corridor was completely cut down. Flubber slime that covered the outer walls of the building, too.

“… … uh?”

The black tongue felt the floor on which it was stepping, no, the entire space moved.

As if a piece of cake had fallen off, the entire space where the black tongue had been located was moving away from the hallway.

The New Wave is a castle in the deep sea. Of course, in the direction where the pieces are heading, the far-off deep sea, the bottom of the open sea, awaits.

Chow ah ah-

The seawater of the deep sea rushes like crazy.

“Ugh!? Eh, something like this! Just swim back!”

The black tongue struggled with its limbs, greatly embarrassed by the sudden drop into the sea.

at that time.

“… … !”

The black tongue saw.

The hound preparing to leap towards him, the veteran’s eyes.

“The troublesome bastard… … .”

Bikir exploded the power he had been saving towards the black tongue that had been pushed out into the sea.

Baskerville 8 meals. black sun.

An extremely concentrated aura forms a black sphere that absorbs everything.

… Kururrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The approaching sea water swirled in a vortex, and the black tongue caught in the center became immobilized.

And the hound, who had the perfect advantage, delivered the final sentence.

“Get lost.”

It was straightforward.

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