The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound
chapter-405

Chapter 405: Escape (3)

Jing- Jing-

Beelzebub vibrated on the right wrist.

It was exposing its teeth toward the darkness ahead like the end of a compass.

And.

“Where are you in such a hurry to go, Captain Garam, the ‘pitiful Night Dog’?”

From the darkness, Major BlackTounge revealed himself.

“No, I should call you Captain Vikir, the ‘night hound’. Heh heh heh-”

Black Tounge was much larger than the last time Vikir saw him.

Black leeches were wriggling throughout his body.

They were stretching and contracting repeatedly, bouncing up and down.

Black Tounge stretched out his arms which were longer than his legs…

“You’re not Garam.”

“……”

“It’s logically impossible. Trash, a lower-ranking guard suddenly awakens and gets promoted to a mid-level captain in one go.”

“……”

“You can only fool other idiots, but… not me. I am the only rational one here in Nouvellebag.”

Black Tounge smiled with a torn mouth.

Vikir chuckled in response.

“You talk a lot for someone who’s about to die.”

“Oh? Did you just admit it? Heh heh heh-”

“Yes, I did.”

Now, there’s no reason to disguise himself.

Vikir summoned the power of the Basilisk and instantly erased the burn marks on his face.

His tousled hair fell back, revealing Vikir’s original features clearly.

Black Tounge extended his tongue towards Vikir, revealing a long black tongue.

“Damn bro, you seggsy as hell, no cap.”

At the same time.

Gwaaaah!

The darkness around Black Tounge began to move rapidly.

As if the visibility was decreasing, a large palm flew towards Vikir.

“……!”

Vikir tilted his head back.

The rubbery, elongated fingers of Black Tounge brushed against his cheek.

Swoosh-

As if blood were being drawn from the wound, Black Tounge’s ‘finger’ seemed to suck it in.

However.

Thud-thud-thud-

Vikir’s blood, that black tounge’s finger (Leech) tasted, suddenly lost all color and fell down.

Black Tounge had withdrawn his blood-sucking ability midway.

“Heh heh heh- your blood seemed a bit strange. It might not be good to drink it.”

It seemed that Black Tounge had sensed the existence of a terrifying poison contained in Vikir’s blood.

Splat-

Vikir lowered his body, dodging the palm flying towards him, and flew forward.

As his severed hair flew backward, Black Tounge’s torso approached closer and closer.

Vikir, who had folded his two arms behind him, pulled out Beelzebub from his wrist and aimed at the empty body of Black Tounge.

At that moment.

Jiiiiing-

An annoying vibration surged through his right arm.

Beelzebub had been showing an abnormal response since earlier.

‘…What’s this?’

It was a reaction he had never seen since acquiring the sword.

It was not affecting combat but something felt off.

Vikir hesitated momentarily due to the vibration felt in his right hand.

“Surprise.”

The Leeches of Black Tounge reacted sensitively to Vikir’s approach.

Each Leech fiber (which acted as his muscles) stood stiff like a head, then collectively attacked Vikir.

It was as if hundreds of arms were sprouting from his entire body.

Vikir had no choice but to give up further approach.

And wielding Beelzebub, he began removing the Leeches attached to Black Tounge’s body one by one.

…Splat! …Squish! Thud-thud-

The flesh and blood of the torn leeches in the air began to scatter in all directions.

Meanwhile, although Beelzebub continued to vibrate, it didn’t seem to affect the battle.

Meanwhile, as Vikir swept away the leeches flying through the air, Black Tounge began to untie the straps around his waist and empty out what was inside.

It was small eggs, precisely the weird creature that Vikir so greatly wanted.

The hatched Leech offspring were crawling towards Vikir on the ground.

‘Similar to that thing attached to Kirko’s abdomen.’

Vikir’s eyes gleamed.

While the leeches attached to Black Tounge, didn’t interest him much, those leeches/weird creatures stealing the opponent’s strength and appearance personally intrigued him.

Black Tounge, perhaps having noticed Vikir’s gaze, opened his mouth with a mixed laughter.

“This is an ultra-rare species that I have studied for a lifetime and only recently succeeded in improving and breeding. Have you heard of the ‘Doppelganger Leech’?”

“No, I haven’t heard of it.”

“Heh heh heh- Naturally, that would be the case. This was top-secret even within Nouvellebag!”

“I was able to do it because they alllowed me to use prisoners or guards in Nouvellebag as experimental subjects~”

“Allowed? Who gave you that right?”

“Who else but Orca, that stubborn old man. He’d allow anything as long as I could strengthen Nouvellebag’s security. He’d probably even shake hands with a demon willingly.”

Black Tounge chuckled as it spoke.

“In truth, the research and development were finished long ago~ But I didn’t report it as finished and enjoyed a bit more~”

Upon hearing those words, Vikir quietly nodded.

Suddenly, Kirko’s face came to mind.

So, she and her parents simply lost everything for the amusement of one psychotic individual.

The happiness of a family, all the joy and pride of parents, all the love and happiness a child should rightly enjoy, all sucked dry by one monstrous human being.

“…Luckily. Dad wasn’t a bad person, Mom wasn’t pitiful. It’s just me who’s bad.”

Kirko’s words echoed in his mind.

A child born and raised here. A woman with no one to lean on.

“……”

Vikir took a deep breath. And exhaled.

Whoosh-

When all the hot breath was expelled, the vibration of Beelzebub felt on his right arm had ceased coldly.

Vikir’s eyes shone with a deep red color.

“I’ll let your leeches spread far and wide. But not now.”

Vikir spoke briefly.

At the same time, the blade of Beelzebub protruding from his wrist sharply scratched the surroundings.

…Snick! Clack! Vroom! Cling cling cling cling cling!

The tips of the spears mercilessly etched the stone floor and walls.

Boom boom boom boom!

The countless multitude of Leech offspring, crawling towards him, exploded and died without a single one left.

“……”

For a moment, Black Tounge’s mouth hung open.

He was astonished by Vikir’s aura and his skill to destroy so many leeches in this pitch black darkness.

“It seems you’re a much more troublesome escapee than I thought. Well, you getting rid of Bdissem shackles wasn’t ordinary either. Heh heh heh-”

However, Black Tounge still didn’t lose his composure.

The source of his composure was soon revealed.

“……!”

Vikir narrowed his eyes.

Black Tongue slowly stepped back, and around him, the black balls were beginning to appear.

“Did you set this up in advance, anticipating that I would come to catch Bdissem?”

Vikir observed the elongated corridor beyond the darkness.

The Leeches, swollen enough to accommodate one or two people comfortably, were blocking Vikir’s path by sticking to the floor, walls, and ceiling.

“Don’t worry. I haven’t told anyone. These minions won’t be of any help even if they come.”

Black Tounge chuckled as it spoke.

“Actually, my children are much more competent. Look here. These are also newly developed species by me. ‘Oil-Expelling leeches’ and ‘Temperature-Regulating leeches’! Mass production is difficult because they’re minor species with somewhat challenging reproduction.”

Both types of Leech offspring, with plump bodies, opened their mouths towards Vikir.

Eventually.

Boom!

The Leech offspring began forcefully ejecting what was inside them.

The Oil-Expelling leeches expelled the oil stored in their organs, while the Temperature-Regulating leeches expelled the stored body temperature in the form of flames.

The fiercely burning oil bubbled and flew, eventually creating a massive blaze.

The firepower was so intense that even Vikir felt the urge to avoid a direct confrontation.

Boom boom boom!

The oil and flames swept through the straight corridor, causing a tumultuous explosion.

The dampness that lingered around dried up completely, leaving behind only scorched stones and ashes.

“Heh heh heh- It’s a shame. If there were a few more of these leeches, the firepower would have lasted a bit longer. But I suppose this much is sufficient, right?”

Black Tounge muttered through the dense smoke.

However.

“……!”

The expression of Black Tounge narrowed as well.

As the flames and smoke cleared, something appeared directly in front of him.

It was Vikir, wielding Decarabia as a shield, burning with a crimson aura.

“Hmm? Is this all? Seems to be over as soon as it gets a little hot.”

“Heh heh heh- Quite the guy who can really heat things up for people.”

Black veins bulged on the forehead of Black Tounge.

Gradually, he lowered his posture towards Vikir, who was in front of him.

“Alright. You win. I have no choice but to reveal my trump card.”

What Black Tounge pulled out was a sword wrapped haphazardly with bandages.

A handle that looked rough and stiff, like a piece of meat dried into jerky.

Underneath, dirty bandages were loosely wrapped around it, which Black Tounge carefully adjusted as he held it.

Vikir asked, “A sword? I’ve never heard of you using a sword.”

“Of course not. There were hardly any instances of me facing humans.”

Black Tounge chuckled as he unraveled all the bandages wrapped around instead of a sword handle.

And soon, the grotesquely twisted blade came into Vikir’s view.

“!”

At the same time, Vikir understood why Beelzebub had been subtly vibrating in his right arm since earlier.

“…So, the sword was here all along.”

Beelzebub was resonating with his kin.