Episode 436: The Return of the Hunting Dog (3)

Episode 436: The Return of the Hunting Dog (3)

'Black-tongued leech'.

A secret weapon that Bikir brought from Nouvelle Vague.

Famine. Appetite. A small vampire driven by endless desire.

They began to swell after drinking the blood flowing from the ground, and soon began to need more and more blood.

Special seeds that have been improved by the Black Tongue to seek only the blood of Vikir.

These guys ate an enormous amount for their small size, so even Vikir, which has super regenerative abilities, could not handle them.

Then, a replacement with blood of exactly the same composition as Vikir himself appeared, and this was a golden opportunity to grow leeches.

"Eat a lot."

Bikir said patronizingly.

And the leeches moved as if they understood Bikir's words.

Vampires gorging themselves among the torn flesh, exposed bones, tattered tendons, and lumps of fat.

Even Vikir, who has risen to the rank of Type 9, is helpless against their persistent gluttony.

[evil… … As for… … porridge… … ]Even the Death Knights of the world have no business against the countless swarms of vampires.

At the same time, the appearance of the leeches attached to the body of Vikir, who had become a Death Knight, began to change.

Crunch-clunk-clunk!

Leeches that grow from the size of a pea to the size of a finger.

But it wasn't just the size that got bigger.

Whoa, whoa, whoa-

Crackling-

Giggle kick-

The leeches developed small heads, torsos, and limbs, and their facial features also resembled those of Vikir.

Although it still looked like a crude doll made by a child in crafts class, the more it sucked blood, the more it became more and more similar to Vikir.

"… … cute. "You look just like your brother."

The moment Sinclair reaches out for one of the leeches that has been pushed out of the competition for food.

Wow!

Sinclair was startled by the leech's attitude, raising its eyes and baring its teeth out of nowhere.

"Well, I was just trying to take care of it out of pity."

Sinclair grumbled slightly as he watched the leech trotting away to suck blood again.

But the good news is that they show no interest in anything other than Vikir's blood?

Meanwhile.

[porridge… … female. devil… … die.]The Death Knight was slowly collapsing.

Not only was the 9th type of slash, which used up all of the mana, destroyed, but the 8th type of slash was allowed to hit the body twice in succession.

In addition to the fatal trauma, there were massive internal injuries caused by mana overflow, and the black tongue was attached to special monsters developed with the intention of capturing Vikir, so it was highly unlikely that even the 9th type of ghost would have the talent to withstand it.

In the end, Bikir's residual thoughts and the ghosts of the old era crumbled.

[The devil kills… … The devil... … ]Bikir tries to stand up despite his collapsing ego and crumbling body.

Bikir quietly looked down at himself.

and.

"do not worry."

I stretched out my hand and covered the remaining thoughts that fell to the floor.

"The era of destruction will never come again."

Then something surprising happened.

The ghost's expression, which was stained with black veins and even blacker shadows under the eyes, has relaxed slightly.

Tsutsutsutsutsu… …

Eventually, Bikir's body turned into black ashes and scattered to the floor.

And after being blown around a few times by the blowing wind, soon there was nothing left.

"… … ."

Bikir looked towards the direction of the wind with a dry gaze.

The era of destruction.

Even a veteran who has gone through several lives does not know where the ghost of a ghost who has lived a lifetime of hatred and anger ends up.

at that time.

Twisting… …

The sensation of something small climbing up the top of your foot.

When Vikir looked away, he saw leeches wandering around on the floor, panicking because there was nothing to eat.

The leeches, which had grown as big as fingers, were now mini-mes modeled after Bikir.

"ruler. "Come back."

Vikir dropped a drop of his own blood into the leather bag and shook it on the floor.

The leeches that smelled Vikir's blood immediately jumped into the bag with their mouths drooling.

Vikir nodded, looking at the leeches wriggling in the sack.

"Hatred toward the devil… … It is a copy that has some of the appearance and power of the main body. It would be very useful strategically. If only I could control my appetite... … ."

Before I knew it, the residual feelings of thought I had dealt with had dried up.

An ordinary person would have been immersed in emotions for a long time after encountering a self-portrait in the past, but Bikir does not even care about such things, as if they are a luxury.

Rather, he uses the wounds of his painful past and the sense of duty and burden he carries as materials to complete his mission.

Tudor, Sancho, Piggy, and Bianca were unable to say anything due to his calm and nonchalant appearance.

"If it were like before, I would have just thought of him as a boring and boring guy."

"But now that I've seen that mountain of resentment… … ."

"I feel sorry for Bikir. "I feel like I'm carrying so many things on my own."

"I don't even dare tell you to rely on us for this."

It was as he said.

Dolores and Sinclair were also unable to say anything, just looking at Vikir's back with watery eyes.

Eventually, Bikir turned around and said.

"okay. "Did you ask me something earlier?"

"huh? Ah, ugh!"

Tudor nodded.

Friends were wondering how Bikir arrived here.

"As you all know, I was trapped in the Nouvelle Vague about four years ago. "I escaped from prison."

"… … "Is it really that easy?"

"Well, it took a lot of work. "I almost died once."

Bikir briefly explained what had happened.

Labor, solitary confinement, and volcanic eruptions in the Nouvelle Vague.

A truly unbelievable story about someone who was shot to the ground on a pillar of fire spewing out from a volcano.

If the speaker had not been Bikir, everyone would have thought it was an empty boast.

"When I went up, I thought I was going to die. But when he came down, he really thought he was dead. After he fell, he lost his memory of her for a while and wandered around. He worked in a fishing village catching whole fish or drying dried fish... … ."

Bikir frowned and said.

"I was fortunate that my two colleagues who escaped with me found me. When I saw familiar faces, the memories quickly came back. That's why they immediately moved to assassinate Passamonte. "At the time, he was only focusing on you guys, so there were a lot of gaps in the perimeter."

"OMG! It's too much! "Let me tell you in advance!"

"I deliberately didn't tell you because I think you have already been engulfed to some extent by the devil's brainwashing. In order to deceive the enemy, there are times when you have to deceive your allies first."

Everyone nodded at Bikir's words.

Surely, at some point, they were completely caught up in Passamonte's scheme.

"… … Shit. He has a hypnotic ability that makes his opponents reckless. "After experiencing it myself, I found out that it was very dangerous."

At Tudor's words, Bikir nodded as if he already knew.

At that time, Bianca, who saw Tudor and Bikir having a conversation, burst into laughter.

"You guys, your personalities have become very similar even though we haven't seen each other?"

That saying wasn't just limited to the Tudors.

Over the past four years, all those who walked the night were becoming more like Vikir.

Tone, way of speaking, even personality.

It was not just because Bikir's presence was deeply entrenched in their hearts.

Everyone was slowly going through the unique personality changes of those living in a fierce and harsh era.

"I think most people's personalities change similarly as destruction approaches."

"The real thing hasn't even started yet."

"K-So, in a few years from now I'll be talking like that too?"

Bikir smiled faintly at Tudor's playful words.

Certainly, most of the comrades before returning had similar personalities.

In extreme situations, the unique characteristics of an individual, such as personality or qualities, may gradually wear out and become more consistent with the overall average.

at that time. Sinclair asked as if he had suddenly remembered something.

"Then what was your personality like before you went through those terrible experiences?"

Then all eyes turned to Bikir.

They don't say anything, but everyone looks very curious.

Since it was not a very difficult question, Bikir willingly opened his mouth and answered.

"According to the testimony of the nanny who raised me as a child… … They say I was shy and introverted. His favorite hobbies were playing with dolls and flower arranging. Of course, it was soon banned due to family tradition."

"Oh… … "It really doesn't suit you?"

Everyone could only nod slowly at Tudor's words.

Soon, Bikir caught everyone's attention.

"It's time to get out of here."

"But how do I get out?"

"I guess I'll have to use the method I used when I left the Naraksu once again."

Vikir turned his head and looked at Piggy.

Piggy's blood has mysterious powers.

It acts as a fatal poison to the devil, and as a result, it distorts the space created by the devil and closes it.

The moment I meet Bikir's gaze.

'… … 'He's a good person.'

A strange voice passed through Piggy's mind for a moment.

"uh?"

Piggy was startled and looked his head left and right, but except for Vikir, no one spoke to him.

'… … 'What just happened?'

It was a tinnitus he often heard, but it had never been as clear as it was now, so Piggy looked a bit puzzled.

'Now that I think about it, I think I often heard hallucinations like this when I was at the academy.'

While Piggy was thinking about this and that, Bikir told him something.

"Piggy. "Can I borrow a little of your blood?"

"of course! "If I can be of any help, I'd be happy!"

Bikir soon enlisted Piggy's cooperation and obtained a few drops of blood.

Soon, Beelzebub, who had applied Piggy's blood, drew a long blood line in the air.

Blah blah blah-

The space inside the Maw tree began to twist and tear.

It was the same phenomenon as before.

"As soon as I leave, I ambush the devil. "He probably wasn't expecting us to come out."

Everyone's expressions become tense.

There is no pressure as it is a second preemptive strike against an opponent who has already lost once.

But unlike the first time, everyone's expressions were much brighter.

This time, I had a strong ally with me that wasn't there during the first attempt.

Bikir ended his speech with a short sentence.

"… … "Let's go out and give him a blow."

Just like four years ago, it was a truly trustworthy voice.