Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 98

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Episode 98: Madame Eight Legs (4)

The night was deep.

Rumble… … Kwak!

The rain stopped for a while, but instead there were more thunderstorms.

Bikir raised his head and looked up at the huge mass of rock that towered in front of him.

This large cliff made of quartz and sandstone forms a towering peak alone, unlike the surrounding flat terrain.

There were many caves perforated on the steep cliffs, and they just blankly opened their black pupils like the eyes of a blind man hiding in the darkness.

Occasionally, in the darkness of the depths of the cave, quartz or amethyst stones sparkled in the reflection of lightning, and the cliffs looked like watchmen with a thousand eyes, looking out in all directions.

Bikir gritted his teeth.

From the Baskervilles to the waters of Balack.

Vikir’s body, which had been extremely trained up to now, made wriggling small muscles firmly settle all over her body.

Bikir started climbing the steep cliff with his bare hands.

Back muscles and arm muscles tighten and release, pull and release again… … .

Bikir climbs up a block of rock that does not know how high it is.

… walgrak!

There were often cases where the stalactite he was holding on to broke off, or the stone beak he stepped on came out of the wall with a bang.

Whenever that happened, Bikir calmly endured it with the strength of his other arm or foot without a single scream, and quickly grabbed it or created space to tread.

When he felt that he had nowhere to hold anything or step on, he pulled out the demonic sword Baalzebub and slammed it into the wall and climbed up.

Thanks to Monsieur Hushu’s ability, there was no sound through all these processes.

… … How long did it go up like that?

When I thought I had come halfway up the cliff, I saw a cave.

It was narrow enough for one person to fit in, but it was quite winding inside, so it felt cozy.

It seemed like a resting place made so that if there were people climbing this place, they could take a break at this point.

But Bikir did not enter the cave.

“… … Is it a trap?”

This is where Madame’s nest is.

I didn’t think there would be a comfortable place under the worst monsters.

There is a slight possibility that this is a natural trap to test the will of the challenger.

A weakling who would be exhausted just by coming up here would have easily succumbed to this temptation, but the seasoned Vikir still had quite a bit of stamina left.

Bikir kept a close eye on the inside of the cave without rushing into it.

… … just as expected.

Inside the cave, a corpse with only a skeleton was lying around.

Could there have been warriors who had come this far before?

It seems that he entered the cave here and died without being able to get out, leaving only his ashes.

Bikir glanced up without entering the cave.

Before long, I could understand why the skeletons were running around in the cave.

sticky… …

As time passed, white liquid began to flow down from the cliff.

It is a mixture of bodily fluids and excretions expelled from time to time by the madam.

The accumulated mucus in the stomach is loosened by the rain.

They flowed down, covering the entire front of the wide area, and tried to cover the entrance to the cave here.

From the outside, it looked as if whipped cream had flowed down and covered a huge cake, but the adverse effects and stench were indescribable.

“… … If I had gone into the cave, I would have been in big trouble.”

Fortunately, Bikir had neither entered nor slept inside the cave, so he quickly kicked the entrance and moved to the side.

Fortunately, there was a stone beak protruding like a roof right next to it, and I was able to avoid the mucus shower by going under it.

That mucus, a mixture of the madam’s bodily fluids and excrement, immediately swells and even boils as soon as it touches the skin.

Vikir’s skin was blessed with the protection of the River Styx, so he should be able to withstand it, but he didn’t want to come into contact with that slime.

… Gulleong!

Before long, the slime completely covered the entrance to the cave on the edge of the cliff and went down the gentle slope into the cave, filling it with whiteness.

Dalgrak-

The skeletons that had been rolling around inside touched the slime and began to float.

That warrior, who must have come to see the madam a long time ago, probably fell asleep in the cave he entered for a short rest, and drowned without ever getting out.

There were not one or two caves that had such skeletons.

There were temptations for rest everywhere, and to avoid them and to climb the arduous and difficult single-road rock wall required endurance that reached the level of a superman.

Fingernails peel off and fingerprints wear away.

Every time he felt like taking a break, even for a moment, Bikir gnashed his teeth even harder.

As the Hound of the Baskervilles, through the age of destruction, all that remains is evil.

Bikir climbed the cliff avoiding the slime that dripped along the way and passed dozens more caves containing skulls.

… … How much time had passed like that?

Bikir could see the summit of the peak through the thick fog and dark clouds.

I reached this point without falling to death in the middle and without dying from being covered in mucus, and achieved my intended goal.

The muscles and bones of the whole body screamed, but it was still a dazzling achievement.

Before long, Bikir looked around the top of the peak.

A lot of white, sticky, thread-like things stick to the black, mushy soil and flutter in the wind.

A terrible stench wafted from the entire summit of the peak. A truly terrible poem that cannot be washed away even by wind and rain.

“… … It’s like a large amount of meat gathering and rotting.”

Bikir took a step towards the center of the peak. OK.

Smack! Suwook-

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The floor at the top of the peak sank and sucked Bikir’s foot up to his shin.

It was as if he had stepped on the surface of a swamp.

Looking closely, the ground was full of rotten flesh. That’s why it must be so unpleasantly soft and hot.

An unpleasant sensation that wraps around the entire leg.

If the whole leg had not been covered with leather, the itching would have already risen.

“If you stay still, you’ll fall right down to your waist.”

Bikir hurriedly moved his feet.

I didn’t know the floor, so I had to choose only the hard footrests that protruded upward because of the floor that was slowly sinking.

Bikir quickly noticed the identity of the white scaffolding protruding out of the slime and rotting soil.

it was bone

A floor made of countless bones.

They are entangled with sticky mucus to form a huge mass.

The stench was coming from the less rotten pieces of meat that lay beneath it.

These corpse remnants, which appear to have been eaten by the madam, are covered in mucus, rot, and ferment, giving off a nasty poison, smell, and scorching heat.

Bikir had to work diligently to avoid drowning in this swamp of slime and rotten meat.

at that time.

“… … !”

Bikir paused for a moment.

An ominous energy emanates from the cave in front of you.

But that wasn’t what stopped Bikir in his tracks.

skeletons. Still less rotten corpses were scattered in various fragments.

Brown skin, silver hair, expression contorted in pain and fear.

It was definitely Balak’s men and wolves.

Abui was good at finding prey. Adul was a good swimmer. Archelon was good at sewing. Ah Sae-geul was really fast. Asak, who had a lot of laughter and tears. When he just moved into the village, he and Ah-hun always quarreled with Ah-gul. Ah-geun was exceptionally gluttonous. Atlatl, who was really good at javelins… … .

The friends who have lived together for the past two years, of course, are all familiar faces to Bikir.

“… … If you’re going to vomit like this, eat it or not.”

Bikir pursed his lips and collected the remains of his friends in one place.

And silently prayed.

A warrior’s ancestral rite held before a decisive battle. This was a series of processes that turned the affection of the past two years into determination.

“… … .”

And soon, Bikir raises his head and emits red eyes.

At the end of the long line of flesh and bone fragments, a great darkness lurked.

A large cavern dug open underground in the center of the peak. A dungeon of bone and flesh.

Judging from its size and poisonous appearance, it is clear that it is the Madame’s nest.

Poisonous exhalation, which must have been exhaled by the madam from the bottom of the deep cave, was gushing out even outside the cave.

Bikir listened to the breath and stench coming from under the ground.

“… … .”

No matter how many times I check, the result is the same.

The grotesquely protruding belly fat, the sound of that chubby lump of flesh flinching was clear.

For a while, Madame hid herself in the dungeon, breathing evenly, as if she had no intention of crawling out.

It was only natural that they would have attacked Balak’s village and ate their fill.

beard-

Bikir silently picked up the bow from his back.

Then, carrying the Baskerville family’s unique dark red aura, he fired an arrow.

declaration of war.

A red trail flew through the curtain of slime and rotten fibers.

And the challenger’s will to fight is conveyed to the base of the inner side.

yet.

… … … … … … … … .

The sound of breathing and poison from the cave suddenly stopped.

And then

[Jaaaaaagh!]

Intense anger soon erupts.

The madam’s malice spewed out like a clast from the peak of an active volcano.

Before long, an ominous and insidious being emerged from the rotten meat den.

A nightmare that hangs over water.

Fear in irresistible causality.

A resident of the dark side.

It was the moment when ‘Madam Eight Legs’ revealed its hideous appearance under the torrential rain and lightning.

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