Episode 380: The Hound of Nouvelle Vague (4)

Shikkeot froze in front of the tremendous killing power that could not even be compared to the killing power that Garum unleashed just moments ago.

The density of the life was so thick that it was visible to the eyes of the target.

The shape of a black dog with raised eyes, a mouth torn below the ears, and teeth as sharp as blades.

It was like a burning fire threatening to bite, scratch, and tear the entire world.

And the person who exudes such deep murderous energy slowly reveals himself.

The dog that appeared behind the grumpy dog ​​was not an ordinary dog.

hound. It is also a hellish dog that specializes in biting and killing demons.

Bikir's red pupils showed a faint, withdrawn look.

"Leave it at that."

Although he spoke in a calm tone, there was a frighteningly restrained violence hidden within it.

After realizing this, he took a step back.

Two years ago, there was a time when I got into an argument with Bikir and was completely shaken off.

'Shouldn't you live by understanding whether you are a predator or a prey?'

Thinking about how hard it was for several days to remove the nails that were stuck all over my mouth, I still felt like I was grinding my teeth.

But I couldn't just bend down and live with it. If you are imprisoned at Level Nine in the future, you will inevitably have to face each other a lot.

Sikyot opened his mouth with a growl.

"What if you don't like it? I'm already a mess. "It doesn't get any worse."

"There is a basement beneath the floor. "If anything, I can show it to you now."

"… … ."

Bikir opened his mouth so calmly.

However, I could not continue speaking because I knew how much raw madness and violence was hidden in that calm expression and gentle tone of voice.

Bikir does not lie.

If I say I'll show you the floor, I'll really show you the floor. If I say I'll show you the basement, I'll really show you the basement.

I knew this well because I had been watching Bikir for the past two years.

'You crazy bastard. What kind of kid's eyes are like that... … .'

His face is that of a typical aristocratic master, but his eyes are full of hate and murder that has been deep-rooted for eons.

How many fierce and bloody lines of fire do you have to go through to have eyes like that?

Even the sight of illegal human experiments and massacres committed on countless human beings was something that could not even be imagined.

Wow-

He glared at Vikir with bloodshot eyes.

Finally, he chewed and spit out.

"I won't forget what happened today. "I will definitely retaliate."

"If you can, do it. "You just have to do it quickly."

Bikir quickly brought up a topic of interest.

"I'm leaving here today."

"… … what?"

At Bikir's words, Shikkeot half-opened his mouth as if he was taken aback by what he said.

And then he started giggling.

"Now I see he was crazy. He's going to break out of the Nouvelle Vague?"

"… … ."

"What 'He' could not do in the end is escape from prison. What kind of guy are you... … ."

At this point, Bikir laid out his plan.

"Why do you think prison escape is impossible?"

"… … what?"

"Do your thoughts only go that far?"

He frowned at Bikir's unexpected question.

A face that doesn't really know what you're talking about.

Before long, Bikir grinned at the sight.

"You may think you have been abandoned, but you are not."

"… … ?"

"It's because I thought well of you."

Vikir scanned Sikyot's whole body with his sharp gaze.

"I've been watching you for the past two years. Although he has no strength and lacks tenacity, I like his recklessness and ability to act. "Loyalty is also quite strong."

"What kind of nonsense are you talking about earlier?"

"You will find out soon. "After I escaped from here."

Shikkeot clicked his tongue as if he was dumbfounded and then turned his head.

"It's a move that's not worth dealing with. Don't talk nonsense like jailbreak. "Because one day I will definitely kill you with my own hands."

However, even though he said that, there was a slightly agitated look in his eyes.

Vikir caught the slightest shaking of his pupils with the unique sense of an experienced hunting dog.

Tatak!

Shikkeot quickly jumped out of the rocky canyon and ran beyond the wasteland.

While spewing out a blood mist filled with the energy of plague.

"… … "You have the perfect personality to take advantage of."

That's how Bikir evaluated the missing sight.

Finally, Vikir turned his head and looked at the two guards lying on the floor.

Lieutenant Kirko.

She was unconscious with a large wound on her forehead.

Big eyes, a sharp nose, a stubborn-looking mouth, a face so pale that it cannot see sunlight due to the deep sea, and long hair that reaches down to the waist.

This is a typical imperial beauty.

If it weren't for the uniform and sword, one might have mistaken him for a girl from a girl's house.

"Is he dead?"

Bikir supported the back of Kirko's head and felt the pulse of his neck.

"… … Ugh."

Kirko's brow furrowed and an involuntary groan escaped.

Although I continued to sweat and my body temperature was dropping, the bleeding had stopped.

I felt like the slightest pulsation was not a threat to my life.

'You're a lucky woman.'

If you stop the bleeding properly and take a long rest, you will probably be able to recover without much trouble.

… … The problem was the separation.

'That's bad.'

Garum's condition was miserable even at first glance.

As a result of continuing to cling to Sikkeok, his entire body was damaged so badly that it could no longer recover.

Bones all over the body were crushed to powder, and the pieces penetrated deep into the internal organs.

Apart from that, as a result of the explosion of pressure inside the body, all major organs that control metabolism were ruptured, and the body temperature was also rising to an abnormal level, which seemed to be the result of being contaminated by the poisonous energy of Sikkeot.

Of course, his life could be saved if he was immediately taken to a temple and given intensive treatment by high-ranking priests, but it is difficult to expect such a thing here in the Nouvelle Vague.

death. inevitable.

It seemed clear that if left like this, Garm would die within a few minutes.

And that too in extreme pain, as if the nerves of my entire body were on fire.

at that time.

"I… … energy… … ."

Garm opened his mouth towards Vikir.

"thing… … energy… … timing… … It's me… … ?"

It looks like both of his eyeballs have burst and he can't see.

He was able to speak with all his broken teeth and cut off tongue.

Vikir silently stood next to Garm and listened to his last words.

The hand flounders, albeit weakly, and grabs the air.

With a movement as if holding the hand of a loved one.

"that… … To the child… … The outside world... … Show me... … I thought… … ."

The will was not connected in a nice, complete sentence like in comics or novels.

Garum's body was completely stretched out with a voice that suddenly broke off in the middle of the voice, meaningless and meaningless.

"… … ."

Vikir stood next to Garm's stretched body for a while.

Then he got down on one knee and closed his empty eyes.

"It's too bad. "I didn't expect this result."

Bikir was just aiming for the epaulettes, name tags, rank insignia, and military boots attached to Garum's clothes.

However, the situation turned out to be more urgent than expected, and this was the result.

Although it was not a result of Bikir's own creation, it was still inevitable that it would leave a bitter taste in the mouth.

"But thanks to your hard work, that woman survived. So, be safe and go to a good place."

Vikir used the 'Death Drought' ability on Garm's body.

Blood Water Daylily's unique ability removes blood and moisture from Garum's corpse.

The blood stains dry and turn into powder and crumble.

The flesh, bones, and organs became brittle and dry, slowly collapsing.

Tsutsutsutsutsu… …

Soon, Garum's body, covered in bone powder and covered in bone powder, is blown away by the wind.

The dreams and soul of a young man from a faraway land, the earth, came to wander here in the distant deep sea.

It seems like the fate of both prisoners and guards is that they cannot leave this prison even after death.

Jangle-

Badges, epaulettes, and rank insignia fell to the ground and made a sound.

Bikir picked up the uniform, boots, and rank insignia left by Garum one by one.

at that time.

"… … !"

Bikir raised his head.

Loud gunfire could be heard coming from beyond the steamy canyon.

Jeopuk- Jeopuk- Jeopuk- Jeopuk- Jeopuk- Jeopuk-

Perhaps reinforcements were on the way.

Bikir glanced his head.

Garm's body heat, which was thought to have been blown away by the wind, was circling around the fallen Kirko.

The wind that had been spinning for a while passed through Cirko's hair once, wiping away the cold sweat from her forehead, and then disappeared beyond the flames.

"… … ."

Bikir left a short meditation toward the place where the wind blew.

And then he escaped to the other side of the canyon with Garum's clothes at his side.

Now that I had gathered the necessary materials, there was no need to drag on any longer.

Jailbreak. The hounds are out today.

I was planning on putting it into action tonight.