Iron Blooded Hound

Chapter 160: Guilty's Servants

Pedo and Hebe appear.

Pedo has two heavy jamadars, and Hebe has a huge pruner.

Both carried weapons that were not only unique but also modified.

Bulbul, Bulbul, Bulbul...

The sticky liquid aura bubbled with mana and began to boil.

Surrounded by thick steam, the two of them looked like advanced riders.

Since there are two higher ranks, even the highest rank, Vikir, cannot cut corners.

... Phew!

Vikir shot forward.

A red line extends horizontally from Beelzebub.

Dawn!

The walls of the hallway shattered, and a loud bang rang out, but even that sound remained trapped in the labyrinthine hallway.

Pedo jumped, and Hebe dove to avoid Vikir's punch.

At the same time.

...BOOM!

Two Jamadars and a giant scissor flew towards Vikir.

The stone pillar collapsed like a slice of zucchini.

Puff puff puff puff!

Vikir gathered his many teeth and tore apart the rubble of the crumbling stone pillar, leaving behind the bodies of Hebe and Pedo.

At the same time.

"Tee!"

Vikir lifted his mask slightly and spat.

Bloody saliva flew out and fell on the back of Pedo's hand.

Tsk...

The sound of burning meat and the sound of the tendons inside melting.

But Pedo felt no pain and charged forward, swinging his sword.

Vikir stepped back and felt part of his cloak being cut off.

"Poison doesn't work."

I mix Mrs. Eight Legs' poison with my saliva and spit it out, but the effect is weak.

Haha, undead are already moving around inside corpses, so it's no wonder they're vulnerable to poison.

``How about this?''

Vikir stepped back, dissolving into a stony cloud of smoke.

``?''

``?''

Pedo and Hebe look for Vikir, who quickly disappears.

Thursday

Vikir disappeared like a ghost and reappeared near the ceiling above Pedo and Hebe's heads.

Pooh! Puff, puff, puff!

The gnashing teeth once again dug into Pedo and Hebe's bodies.

Vikir has absorbed the ecological characteristics of Mushufushu and cannot make sounds even when it moves.

"Silent Heal".

It was definitely a useful skill on this dirt track.

Pack! Flop! Pochipochi!

The magic sword wielded by Vikir gradually began to erode Pedo and Hebe's bodies.

"If it was a living enemy, I would have stabbed them in the throat or heart and incapacitated them right away."

Vikir was a little irritated. She is undead, and her piercing attacks had no effect.

To incapacitate them, you need to use a wide slashing attack, which requires a lot of preparation and drains stamina, making it difficult to handle two at once.

Dawn.

Vikir extends his aura.

[Gah!]

Suddenly, Pedo jumped forward.

Phew!

Ignoring Vikir's sword stabbing into his stomach, he continued onward.

"Oops!"

Vikir tried to take back his sword, but the sword was already wedged firmly into the joints of Pedo's spine, and he hesitated to pull it out.

Pedo began to grip Vikir's sword tightly, using his spine.

"...?"

Vikir didn't know what Pedo wanted to accomplish, even if it meant destroying most of his body.

Then.

"...!"

It wasn't until Hebe thrust a giant scissor into Pedo's back that Vikir realized his plan.

Puftoeog!

Hebe raised his giant scissors and cut into Pedo's body.

At the same time, he cut off Vikir's body right in front of me!

Ahhh!

Vikir gritted his teeth as the two scissor blades pressed against his body.

The pedo's body in front of me was almost cut in half.

The spine was strong enough that it wasn't torn in half, but the scissors cut through all the flesh on the sides, trapping the bones inside.

Thanks to that, Vikir didn't get cut in half either.

Kuguguku...

Vikir's shoulders and forearms are torn apart.

His flesh was torn, his bones broken, and his blood spilled.

This is the state.

...Pack!

Vikir raised his leg and kicked Pedo in the stomach.

Crispy! Crush it!

Fedor's body was pushed back slightly as he heard the sound of scissor blades grinding against his spine.

At the same time, the pressure of the scissors digging into Vikir's arm eased slightly.

...Pack!

Vikir kicked Pedo again.

As the pedo's body is pushed a little further into the space between the scissor blades, the scissor blades spread out further, and their hold on Vikir loosens.

...Pack! ...pack! ...pack! ...pack! ...pack! ...pack! ...pack! ...pack!

Vikir continues to slam the puck into Pedo's upper body.

Pedo fought, but he couldn't help but be pushed back more and more.

Finally.

Phew!

The scissor blade broke the frayed spine and cut the pedo's torso in two.

At the same time, the scissors crossed at an alarming speed.

...Pow!

They collided in one place.

Of course, Vikir jumped to avoid Pedo's blade just before it severed his spine.

"Fuck you."

Vikir waved his hand and delivered a sharp blow.

...Hmm!

Instantly, it created a large hole in Hebe's neck and threw him several meters backward.

Thud!

Vikir and Hebe fell down at the same time, their bodies covered in blood and torn into pieces.

this very moment.

"That's it, Night Hound!"

cried St. Dolores.

It will take some time, but the results are sure. The holy words of the demon seal appeared in the flesh after a long prayer.

``The light of my life, the flame of my life, my sins, my soul. Even the smallest thing makes me suddenly feel the weight of her karma!

Dolores spent a long time... The prayer he chanted increased in strength and exerted a forceful physical force on the undead and others at the border of matter.

Boom!

The divine light of the runes came out. Shattered Hebe.

Pedo, who was still trying to put his torn body back together, and Hebe, who was still clutching the gaping hole in his neck with both hands, were immediately thrown to the ground.

They could only squirm slightly in the face of Dolores' immeasurable divine power.

Only then did Vikir rise from the ground.

White flesh and red scars peek out from the torn cloak.

Dolores saw this and ran towards him in fear.

"You're close, Nightdog! Are you okay?"

It was a serious injury—a fatal injury—that made it difficult for him to survive for more than a few minutes.

Dolores kneeled next to Vikir, his face full of tears and snot.

"I'm sorry." I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It took me too long to cast the spell."

But it was too late; the skin and flesh had all been stripped away, revealing bones and internal organs. I was there.

"Quickly, let's heal quickly, get him out of here, and take him to the medical center...

Dolores, who was fluttering with tears in her eyes, could not help opening her eyes wide right away.

Tutututu...

Vikir's wounds healed quickly.

``It's a good thing you have the Swamp Salamander skill.''

It didn't take long for Vikir's wounds to heal.

Only his torn cloak revealed his pale skin and toned muscles.

While Vikiel was mending his clothes, he gave Dolores, who was standing expressionless next to him, some advice.

"Please save up your holy power. You haven't even met a real demon yet."

"Yes, yes, yes..."

Dolores gazed in awe at Vikir's body.

He had never seen a human heal so quickly.

"Could it be because he possesses the powers of a god?"

Dolores had seen Vikir use some kind of god's power before, and she couldn't help but wonder.

Then.

"The Night Dog was a man."

Dolores had a sudden thought.

I thought it was a man based on his physique and voice.

But until now, I had not seen him as a man, for he was wrapped in a mask and a cloak.

But this time, when she saw his white, toned body peeking out from under the hem of her torn clothes, she was convinced.

His gender was male, and he was quite young in age.

Suddenly, Dolores' face turned slightly red.

It was my first time seeing a naked man at such close range.

"Oh, don't fool me."

She's seen it many times with her patients, but she's never thought about their gender, so it doesn't matter.

Dolores turned her head slightly again.

Nighthound adjusted his mask and cloak.

When Dolores saw the body under the cloak, she was naturally interested in the face under the mask.

"What kind of face does it have under that mask?"

Is it a scary face? Or is it a surprisingly normal face? What does he look like?

Meanwhile, Dolores was thinking about many things.

"Are you interested?"

asked Vikir.

Dolores turned around in surprise.

``Yes, that's right!?''

``I asked if you were interested.''

Vikir answered as if asking for something obvious.

``The face under the mask.''

``...!'' Dolores' body stiffened.

"What should I say? How should I answer...?

After a long silence, Dolores closed her eyes tightly and nodded.

"Yes, I want to know!"

Vikir nodded in agreement.

"Yes.

"...?" Dolores opened her mouth in confusion.

Vikiel turned away from him and took a few steps away, completely ignoring Dolores' stance.

He went straight to the place where Pedo and Hebe were fighting.

Dawn!

Vikir immediately cut the throats of the two undead and tore off the black leather bags they were carrying.

"Oh, I thought you were talking about the mask."

Dolores walked away, looking a little disappointed.

But it was only for a moment. This is because Pedo and Hebe's true identities were revealed, and their expressions hardened.

"One of his is Don Quixote's."

Hebe's body was covered in tattoos, symbolizing the spearman Don Quixote.

Vikir also befriended Tudor from Don Quixote, so he noticed the tattoo.

"I need to check if there is a young member of the Don Quixote family who went missing recently. Hmm, I don't know where the other one came from."

Well. Vikiel answered Dolores' question.

"...Baskerville."

Hearing that, Dolores gasped.

"Iron-Blooded Swordsman Baskerville? "How do you know?"

"..."

Vikir didn't answer.

When he removed the black bag, he just stared at the face that appeared.

His face melted as soon as it came into contact with the air. , but Vikir remembered it clearly.

"Are you Mr. Staffordshire Baskerville of the Order of Pitbulls?"

Unlike the members of the Baskerville family, he is very intelligent and sociable and is well suited to training young dogs. It was a dog.

When many people were killed in the Set Baskerville Purge, Vikir heard that he was fired and sent somewhere else, but he never expected to be here as an undead. .

"I don't have a good feeling about it."

It's scary to see so many familiar faces turning undead.

Then.

There was a presence that increased Vikir's fear.

Argh...

A pulsating wave of mana caught the attention of Vikir and Dolores.

Front of Building 1.

A woman stood at the front door of the main lobby and looked in that direction.

A magician-type undead who can perform breathtaking magic.

Geront.

The most troublesome of Guilty's four servants.

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