The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound
chapter-438

Chapter 438: Dreaming the Impossible (2)

Flaming red hair fluttered like fire.

A tall, slender figure with mature curves.

Four years had passed, and Camus’s face had lost much of its baby fat.

“Heyyy hubbyyy!!!”

As soon as she saw Vikir, she began waving her hand, her eyes sparkling.

“Kyaa! My dear husband! How long has it been!”

When Camus waved her hand, dark clouds began to gather around.

Flap, flap, flap-

On closer inspection, these were birds with black feathers.

Countless crows and magpies gathered to form a bridge.

Camus crossed the bridge, which must have been hundreds of meters long, and walked towards Vikir.

Her stride was as confident as a model’s runway walk.

“……”

Vikir remained silent for a moment.

His expression was unreadable, but there was a slight tremor.

Finally, Camus hugged Vikir tightly.

“You’ve become so much more handsome! Well done!”

After staring at Vikir for a long time, Camus finally turned her head to look at the others.

“…Oh, well. Hi, everyone.”

Her greeting was much more curt.

Dolores, Tudor, Sancho, Figgy, Bianca, and Sinclaire all greeted Camus in return.

Camus was also a member of the Night Walkers, and even though she had only been with them for a few months, she was a fellow student of the Colosseo Academy.

‘Why should I attend here if Vikir isn’t around?’

Camus’ legend of dropping out right after transferring persisted at the Colosseo Academy for a long time.

Dolores greeted Camus with a calm voice.

“It’s been a while, ‘Queen of the Night’.”

“Yeah. It’s been a while. But isn’t calling me by that nickname a bit cringe bro?”

“It’s derived from Vikir’s alias, ‘Night Hound’.”

“Kyaa! Of course, my seggsy Night Hound is awesome!”

Camus grabbed Vikir’s arm again.

Seeing this, veins subtly appeared on the foreheads of Dolores and Sinclaire.

Sinclaire stepped between Vikir and Camus and asked.

“By the way, how did it go? You said you would bring reinforcements…”

“Of course. I am the head of the Dark side of the Morg Clan..”

Camus answered with a gleam in her eye.

Camus had long promised the Night Walkers her unwavering support as a leader of the Morg Clan.

…However!

That support was strictly limited to one task: tracking Vikir’s whereabouts, ensuring his safety, and guiding him to a specific location.

That place being wherever Camus herself was!

“I heard you escaped from prison. I expected that, of course. Though I didn’t anticipate the method of your escape… Anyway, it took a while because we searched every island and coastal area where you might have drifted to with the full force of the Morg Clan’s army!”

Finishing her sentence, she turned to Tudor, who was standing awkwardly, and showed him something.

It was a steel skewer, a small and simple yet deadly tool that had stopped the charge of the invincible cavalry.

“Your Clan doesn’t have this, right?”

“…Of course not. Why would we have something like that?”

“Be grateful. I could have left this iron rod in without bending it, with the tip up.”

If Camus had done that, Donquixote’s invincible cavalry would have met a grim fate.

One could only be thankful that the horses and knights hadn’t turned into skewered sausages and rice cakes.

With a complex expression, Tudor gazed at the chaos beyond the horizon.

Under normal circumstances, the invincible cavalry would have easily avoided such a trap, but under the brainwashing of Chimera, they blindly charged forward making it impossible.

Eventually, all eyes turned to the mastermind behind the current crisis.

Chimera, the fourth Corpse, one of the main players leading the era of destruction.

He ground his sharp teeth within the gaping hole in the middle of his neck.

[As expected, you had ambush forces. Are you the black mage who absorbed Sere?]

Chimera seemed to have detected Sere’s energy emanating from Camus.

But a demon is indeed a demon. Chimera seemed prepared even for the slightest variables.

“You humans would undoubtedly strive to reclaim Donquixote’s stronghold. Did you think I wouldn’t foresee this?”

Chimera lifted the face of Monte from within his chestt.

His gaze was directed at Bianca, standing next to Tudor.

“Bianca Usher. Let me tell you why I aimed to capture you along with Tudor” Monte smiled

As soon as he finished speaking, an anomaly appeared on the outside wall and the castle walls that surrounded the tower.

Thwack-thwack-thwack!

Archers cloaked in gray cloaks raised their bows and arrows, all aimed at them.

Bianca’s face turned pale upon recognizing them.

“The Divine Archer Squad.”

A group of Archers consisting solely of Usher’s direct descendants.

A terrifying group specialized in assassination, particularly through long-range sniping, accounting for over 90% of Usher’s power.

Their presence here signified an alliance between the demon who had swallowed Donquixote and the demon who had swallowed Usher.

‘Why are they trying to capture Tudor and me alive? If the goal is to eliminate rivals, they could just take our heads. Wouldn’t that be easier?’

Now Bianca fully understood why Pedro had attempted to capture her, following Tudor.

With a desperate expression, Bianca turned to Vikir.

“This is serious! Usher’s Archer squad is here! Dad said they could even kill a God if they all gathered together!”

“……”

Vikir silently agreed.

Despite being the smallest of the Empire’s seven great clans, Usher’s power was unmatched due to the existence of the Divine Archer Squad.

Chimera laughed, his mouth wide open.

[Once you’re caught in the ambush of Usher’s Divine Archer Squad, even the Leaders of the other great clans cannot avoid annihilation! Everyone knows that, right?]

Due to the numerous obstacles obstructing their view, the full extent of the Archer squad’s ambush wasn’t visible.

However, the sharp killing intent felt from all directions indicated that they were completely surrounded.

Obstacles were meaningless.

The Archers of the Divine Archer Squad could pierce through several centimeters of iron armor with ease; hiding was futile.

Chimera shouted loudly so all the ambushed Archers could hear.

“Fire! Kill them all!”

Encased in iron armor, Chimera gave the order for concentrated fire without a moment’s hesitation.

And then.

…Bang!

The first shot rang out.

The powerful arrow, piercing through several layers of walls, embedded itself into the floor below.

Then, a shower of thick arrows followed.

Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-

The sound of the arrows hitting the ground was as loud as the hooves of the invincible cavalry pounding the earth.

Zing…

Vikir poured all his aura into Decarabia.

The ‘Wall of despair’ blocked the arrows from the Divine Archer Squad one after another.

Camus and the other Night Walkers gathered around Vikir, using Decarabia’s shield to protect themselves.

Bang! Boom! Thud!

Each time an arrow from the Divine Archer Squad struck Decarabia’s surface, a loud explosion and violent tremor erupted.

Watching the barrage of Archer fire, all the Night Walkers had the same thought.

‘…What’s this? It’s more manageable than expected.’

The Divine Archer Squad’s shots were fast, powerful, and accurate, but there were too few of them.

Their rate of fire was slow, and the intervals between shots were scattered… No, it seemed that each Archer wasn’t using many arrows.

It was evident from the lack of follow-up arrows from the same direction.

Was this the fearsome Divine Archer Squad that made Usher House the strongest in the empire with such a small number?

While everyone harbored doubts in their hearts.

‘…The fuck?’

Chimera thought the same.

He stretched his neck and surveyed the outer wall.

Indeed, there were very few Archers engaged in shooting.

Even for an elite force, the number was too small, diminishing the effectiveness of the ambush and concentrated fire.

[This isn’t an elite force; it’s just a small group! Where is everyone?]

Dolores, Tudor, Sancho, Figgy, Bianca, and Sinclaire were equally puzzled seeing Chimera’s confusion.

At that moment.

Camus’s voice, hugging Vikir tightly, reached everyone’s ears.

“But Husband, I really missed you. So stop running away. Chasing you is getting tiring. Although I can usually guess where you’ll go…”

Everyone turned to Vikir with curious expressions.

Tudor was the first to ask.

“Vikir, was the backup plan you mentioned Camus? From the conversation, it seems like you’re meeting for the first time now.”

“No. She just happened to come.”

Vikir immediately denied it.

Camus laughed sheepishly.

“I’ve just been combing the coastlines and deserted islands. I didn’t really prepare anything.”

In any case, Camus was not the secret contingency Vikir had mentioned.

‘Then what is it?’

As everyone pondered the same question,

…BOOM!

A tremendous explosion echoed from the outer wall.

Waves of auras shook violently.

The corners of the collapsing wall and the assassins of the Divine Archer Squad were blown away.

The sight left Chimera gaping.

“Pfft- so much dust. Move aside, old man.”

“Keep quiet, or I’ll arrest you again, you dumbass escapee.”

A skinny old man with a whip laughed heartily.

Beside him stood a burly old man wielding a heavy club.

The two elderly men walked along the wall, casually chatting.

But the results of their actions were anything but casual.

Crack- BOOM!

With a flick of the whip, the assassins of the Divine Archer Squad were thrown aside, and with a single strike of the club, sturdy walls crumbled.

“Both the Archer Lineage and the Sea Dragon Lineage have lost so much strength. That revolution should have succeeded back then.”

“Revolution? It was a damn riot. Stop your nonsense and finish the job you were asked to do.”

“Anyone would think you’re the one giving orders.”

“I’m different from you. I earn my keep.”

The two old men walked forward, scattering Usher’s elites like mere kids.

They were Marquis Sade, the main culprit of the 47-person Incident, and Orca, the warden of Nouvellebag Prison.

Standing side by side, they looked up at Vikir.