The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound
chapter-466

Chapter 466: The Dawn of Counterattack (2)

[Grooooar!]

Powerful mutated Poison Humans burst through the ground.

Each one was a massive, hideous monster.

At the forefront of the reinforcements, a man drew a crimson sword and sliced through the Poison Humans as if cutting through rotten wood.

…Slash! Slash! Slash!

Amidst the thick blood spray, Osiris, the Young Leader of the Iron Blooded Sword Clan, stood tall over the fallen bodies of the Poison Humans.

“Eat up, neice.”

Osiris wiped out even the red death aura and turned his head to the side.

There stood a girl with black hair and red eyes.

“Osiris!”

“...It's not Osiris, it's uncle- Osiris.”

“Nuh-Uh!”

“That hurts. Why don’t you call me uncle too...?”

But before Osiris could finish his sentence, Pomeranian extended both hands forward.

Ssssss...

Ghostwood began to grow.

From the corpses of the fallen Poison Humans, spectral entities shot up as if pulled by an invisible force.

Skeleton-shaped fruits dangled from the skeletal branches.

The battlefield was the perfect place for Ghostwood trees to grow.

At that moment,

[Screeee!]

A surviving Poison Creature, dragging its mangled body, charged from behind Pomeranian.

It was a cunning creature, lying in wait like a corpse on the ground.

Just as it stretched its long arm to grab Pomeranian,

Slash! Slash! Slash!

Three strikes severed the Poison Creature's arm.

Flap-

Three black cloaks blocked Pomeranian's path.

Highbro, Middlebro, and Lowbro.

They looked up at the mountain peak visible beyond the Poison Creature's corpses and muttered,

“Let’s go. The lord awaits.”

“The lord awaits.”

“He awaits.”

The Trident of the Baskerville Clan, no, Vikir's Trident.

They led the knights while protecting Pomeranian, charging towards the peak.

The path to the summit was long and arduous.

Countless mutated Poison Humans swarmed like demons, making it nearly impossible for ordinary knights to break through the encirclement.

That was, until the Seven Counts of the Baskerville Clan stepped forward.

In the battlefield, covered with a crimson-black aurora, six shadows emerged.

Except for the long-vacant position of the Cane Corso, six counts revealed themselves atop the mountain of corpses.

Boston terrier, head of the Pit Bull Knights.

Great Dane, head of the Mastiff Knights.

Isabella, head of the Doberman Knights.

German, head of the Shepherd Knights.

Metzgerhund, head of the Rottweiler Knights.

Cu-Chulainn, head of the Wolfhound Knights.

Having spent their entire lives on the battlefield, they quickly adapted to the war against the mutated Poison Humans.

Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!

Bostonterrier swung his sword in a long arc, decapitating an enormous number of Poison Humans.

Blood waves surged from the ground, and blood rain poured from the sky.

“Hahaha- I probably killed the most in this battle.”

However,

...Boom!

With an eardrum-shattering explosion, a giant mutated Poison Creature collapsed.

Great Dane, who had pierced the giant monster's head, walked out, wiping the blood off his sword with his cloak.

“What’s the point of killing many? It’s about killing the big ones. I bet mine is the biggest in this battle.”

“Nonsense! Killing many is the best!”

“Do fishermen win by catching a lot? Even catching one big fish is the best.”

Just then,

Rip-

A dark slash cut between Bostonterrier and Great Dane as they argued.

A mutated Poison Creature was split in half and fell, and Isabella walked forward.

The path she had walked was drenched in blood.

At a glance, she had killed far more Poison Humans than Bostonterrier.

Among the piles of corpses were many larger creatures than those killed by Great Dane.

“If you have time to argue, you have time to kill one more.”

“……”

“……”

Bostonterrier and Great Dane groaned and avoided her gaze.

They always lost, whether it was in a battle of swords or words, against this young and sharp woman.

Other counts were also pushing forward, nearly crushing the Poison Humans.

German, who was fiercely breaking through the lines as if he couldn't lose to Isabella, Metzgerhund, using six fangs to prove himself the best in six forms, and Cu-Chulainn, uniquely insisting on the fourth form, was tearing through the encirclement with his unique style and violence.

The knights followed their commanders, charging through the heart of the battlefield.

Soon, the elders of the Baskerville Clan appeared at the front line.

Elders with white eyebrows and long beards, clad in black iron armor, cut down Poison Humans.

“Hahaha- If Sade and Orca are on the battlefield, we can’t just stay behind.”

“They must have aged too. Shall we see their faces after a long time?”

“Hohoho- It reminds me of the old days. We used to run into them on the battlefield all the time.”

“If the head brought us out, the situation must be serious?”

“We were tired of being treated as relics of the past generation. Let's go wild this time.”

“Yeah. The head will take care of the aftermath~”

The full force of the Baskerville Clan was in motion.

In addition, the Morg Clan, Quovadis Clan, and Bourgeois Clan were also charging through the battlefield with many troops.

Respane, the matriarch of the Morg Clan and Adolf personally joined the battle.

Pope Nabokov I, Cardinal Luther, and Inquisitor Mozgus of the Quovadis Clan also stepped onto the battlefield.

The Bourgeois Clan poured all their assets into this battlefield, with Damian himself at the forefront.

“Advance to the water source!”

“Break through to the stronghold!”

“Don’t stop! Keep running!”

The reinforcements were heading toward the stronghold as decided at the previous alliance meeting.

This was the result of Kirko's persuasion, who had led the elite of Nouvellebag into the meeting.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The red specters of death were all burned to ashes by the fire magic unleashed by Adolf.

Next to him, the three sisters Highsis, Midsis, and Lowsis were searching for Camus.

“Camus! Where are you!”

“We're really trying hard!”

“Don’t complain after the war is over!”

Of course, other forces were also included in the reinforcements besides the four allied Clans.

Varangian Military Academy, the Mage Tower, Temisquira Women's College, and even the Colosseo Academy.

The professors, led by Principal Banshee, also appeared on the battlefield.

“Hahaha! Finally, I get to settle old scores!”

“Ugh, those filthy Poison Humans.”

“Lord Vikir! Here I come-!”

Young talents from the Bakira Clan, Hohenheim, and Lovegood Clan also led their student armies into the fray.

Even,

“Fufufufu! What’s this? We almost missed this fun party!”

The counterattack forces led by Sade reached the mountain peak.

A massive army, including Orca, the guards of Nouvellebag, prisoners, and the refugee militia, mercilessly trampled the Poison Humans.

“Young Master! We’re here too!”

“Boss! Where are you!”

“…Why am I here too!?”

Chihuahua, Minipin, and Cindywendy were also part of the reinforcements.

“Did you come to see me?”

“Ah! What are you doing in front of everyone!”

It was a sight to behold, seeing Osiris flying like a strange bird and embracing Cindy Wendy with a pleased smile.

…And above all, there were eyes watching all this from the mountain peak.

“……”

Vikir and Phlorosya faced each other sharply, the demon hunter against the demon.

Behind Vikir stood Camus, Aiyen, Dolores, Sinclaire, and Kirko.

…Flash!

Baskerville's Eighth Form, the Black Sun, rose high into the sky.

Surrounding it were blazing flames, iron skewers, powerful arrow rains, holy blessings, a golden giant, and a bloodsucking snake.

“It ends here.”

Vikir spoke with conviction.

“Die, you filthy demon.”

However, Phlorosya remained unfazed by Vikir’s declaration.

[Oh really? Do you think so?]

“……?”

Vikir narrowed his eyes.

Phlorosya leapt back and stood on the edge of the crater, a place where Vikir had slashed to open a waterway before the battle began.

Looking into the deep gouge, Phlorosya smiled.

[You’ve come all this way, and there's no water. Disappointed, aren't you, friends?]

“It doesn't matter. As long as I can kill you here.”

[Hmm— No, it does matter. Think of the refugees in Tochika; they need water.]

Phlorosya continued to taunt, waving his hand in the dark air before showing his clenched fist to Vikir.

[Do you know what's in here?]

Vikir was neither interested in the demon’s games nor what was in his fist.

But before Vikir could respond, Phlorosya opened his fist.

Inside was a nymph.

“……!”

Vikir's eyes widened as Phlorosya bit down on the trembling nymph and swallowed it.

Grinning, Phlorosya spoke again.

[There is indeed water. An enormous amount.]

He raised his poisoned spear high.

[You should have dug a little deeper.]

In an instant, a feeling flashed through Vikir’s mind.

It was a sense of being outwitted.

‘The lying leopard.’

This was Phlorosya’s alias, known for his knack for telling convincing lies and possessing a unique ability.

Vikir hesitated, unable to predict what Phlorosya was planning.

And then, as if on cue, Phlorosya revealed his hidden ace.

…Boom!

The demon’s spear struck the bottom of the crater.

An astonishing event followed.

Water gushed out in an overwhelming torrent from the point where Phlorosya’s spear had struck.

Minipin’s information was correct; there was indeed a water source in the crater.

However, Camus, Aiyen, Dolores, Sinclaire, and Kirko all wore puzzled expressions as they watched the water flow.

“What is this? Why is he suddenly revealing the water source?”

“…This is suspicious.”

“Why would he voluntarily provide drinking water?”

“In this situation, he’s giving us water willingly?”

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

No one could fathom why the demon was so readily providing water.

And amidst this confusion,

“……!”

Vikir’s expression was the only one that changed drastically.