Episode 472: Tochika Annihilation Battle (2)

Black shadows sway in the dust.

The Baskervilles' hounds run like the wind that shakes the barley ears.

And those standing in their way were the fighting dogs of the previous generation.

Crunch… … Suddenly... … Less... …

The swordsmen of the Baskerville family, with only their skeletons and skins remaining, walk towards us with their shrouds waving.

Every time I took a step forward, there was a loud sound of rusty metal pieces, chipped teeth, and jaw bones colliding.

Chaang-

The famous swords of the previous generation revealed their teeth that had turned into saw blades.

Against him are Isabella, German, Boston Terrier, Great Dane, Cucullin, and Metzgerhund. A total of six knight commanders also selected their favorite soldiers.

Count Boston Terrier, holding a knife, was the first to jump out in front of the display.

The Great Dane Count was next.

"Hahahaha! "How can you imitate active duty when you're an old dog with no teeth?"

"… … hey. "These are our ancestors."

"therefore! "If you're tired, just lie down quietly and wait and then eat the ancestral rites!"

The two clash fiercely with the Baskervilles' dead soldiers wearing shrouds.

The wide slash characteristic of the Boston Terrier was attacking many dead soldiers at once.

The violent, storm-like slashes were irregular and chaotic, but they were just as destructive.

On the other hand, the Great Dane's slash is thin but dense.

A large dead soldier rushed forward, relying only on his own size, but was crushed in half by the Great Dane's slash, which was carrying an enormous amount of weight.

After that, Isabella and German jumped to the front lines.

"Why don't you come over to me and go over there instead of running wild?"

"joy! Are you trying to monopolize the results for just four years?"

"… … "There is such a difference in military strength, so where is the monopoly?"

These two people have often been told that men and women seem to have changed.

German began to catch up with Isabella, showing both a sense of rivalry and a sense of victimization.

Isabella, in keeping with her unique personality, considered extreme efficiency and economy, and began to shift the trajectory of the sword as if she was putting down a baduk stone.

With only minimal movement and aura, dozens of dead soldiers have already collapsed.

German was also showing off his swordsmanship skills that were on par with Isabella.

The dead German soldiers, whose strength was comparable to hundreds of German soldiers, were collapsing like scarecrows.

Meanwhile, Metzgerhund and Cucullin were closely following Vikir, the leader of the detachment, on both sides as if they were guarding him.

"Meal 6! Let's see meal 6!"

"Four meals! "Compete with 4 meals!"

Both of them are very proud of their swordsmanship, and are even arrogant.

However, since the level of extreme intention has been reached, such level of craftsmanship is natural.

Whirly lick- Quageek!

Vikir had no choice but to deploy the sixth form as he felt the stinging gaze on his back.

The six teeth pierce through the poisonous soldiers without mercy.

Bikir's Sixth Formula, honed over the years flowing like flowing water in the abyss, was definitely ranked among the masters.

Puff puff puff!

Of course, Type 4 was also the same.

The four teeth that I had fiercely forged throughout my life in my last life showed their full effect in this life.

The four teeth stretched out naturally, as if breathing, and tore the dead soldiers in front to shreds.

"… … Oh oh!"

"… … indeed!"

Metzgerhund and Cucullin couldn't help but admire the energy of Vikir spitting out the 4th and 6th meals almost simultaneously.

Of course, the more this happened, the more their competitive spirit was inflamed.

Kwa-jijijijik!

Metzgerhund's meat-eating and Cucullin's eating-like diet crushed the Germans' cordon with the force of a watermill that crushes meat.

The Baskervilles' war dogs are steadily closing the distance behind the Seven Counts, who are breaking through the most closely fought front line as if it were a no-man's land.

And at the forefront of all these was Bikir.

Puff puff puff!

Whenever Vikir launches the magic sword Beelzebub, dozens of heads decorate the sky.

Whiiing-

The humid southeast wind blowing from afar was sweeping away the fishy scent of blood.

At that time, something came into the distance of Bikir's field of vision, who was leading a detachment and breaking through the front lines.

"… … !"

Skinny giant bodies emerging through red fog and dust.

Oh-ooh... …

It was a unit of tall, poisonous soldiers who were over a dozen meters tall.

He has a very tall stature, and his muscles and skeleton have weakened due to his obsession with increasing his height, but he is physically strong enough to reach the top of Tochka's castle walls when he stretches out his grotesquely long arms.

They were slowly walking from beyond the front lines, spouting red mist of death from the pores of their bodies.

They appear to be objects specially manufactured to attack the high walls of Tochka.

'… … If you allow things like that to approach the castle walls, it will be a headache for the castle walls.'

Of course, Director Orca will take care of it, but it would still be better to minimize the burden on Tochka's nature.

Because there are refugees there who need to be protected.

'Fortunately, the approach speed is slow due to the poor skeleton. It would be better to cut them down before they get close to the walls.'

Bikir made a quick decision.

"Separate unit! "Let's hit the giant ghosts over there first!"

"ancient!"

The seven counts put away their swords and turned away without saying a word at Bikir's command.

The same was true for the seven hundred knights who followed him.

Vikir is about to drive a detachment across the battlefield.

at that time. A sound of laughter came from next to me.

"Pusssssss – Where are you running so hard? "I envy your youth."

When I turn my head, I see an old man standing on a tall, strangely shaped rock formation on the side of Bikir.

Marquis de Sade. He appeared like a ghost without any trace.

Behind them were Nouvelle Vague all-stars such as Dordium, Soiret, BDSM, Flubber, and Circo.

The same goes for Sadi who was transformed into a demon.

Bikir asked in a somewhat absurd tone.

"… … What combination is it? Are you under arrest?"

"Pusssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. Orca I borrowed it from that old man. "A small elite team is good for counterattacking."

The Marquis de Sade is the Marquis de Sade who laughs it off as if it is no big deal even though he is under the control of the guards who once imprisoned him.

Of course, the expressions of Dordium and Soiret behind the Marquis de Sade were completely rotten.

In particular, the facial expression of Soiret, who was managing the solitary confinement where the Marquis de Sade was held, was quite something to see.

the Marquis de Sade asked.

"Well, anyway, were you going to the castle wall?"

"okay. "It would be a pain if something big like that were attached to the castle wall."

"Pussssss – you're quick to judge. "It's also accurate."

The judgments of the Marquis de Sade, a master of tactics, and Bikir were exactly the same.

At that time, the gaze of the Marquis de Sade, who was about to turn around after speaking, turned to the six men and women standing behind Bikir.

"Ho-oh, I was wondering where these fresh-faced assassins were coming from. Are you the new Seven Counts of the Baskervilles?"

The brows of the six men and women all furrowed at the word "newbie."

The Boston Terrier, Great Dane, Isabella, German, Metzgerhund, and Cucullin all showed their will to win by throwing sharp attacks at the Marquis de Sade.

"Ugh, aren't you too old to be on the battlefield, senior? "I think the line is closer to the dead soldiers standing over there than to us."

"Hey, how disrespectful is that to the great senior of the squadron? "It must have taken a lot of courage for the older man to come out of the back room."

"I have nothing to say to you, who is classified as a top-class war criminal even by the Empire. "After the civil war is over, I will put you back in the bread."

"It's really disgusting how prisoners launder their image. "Consider yourself lucky, old man."

"The old monster of the previous generation, the Marquis de Sade. "He's the perfect opponent to test my now more advanced meat eating habits."

"… … Strong man. "I want to stick together."

The Marquis de Sade chuckled as he saw the seven counts each preparing to fight.

"The older the puppies are, the more they bark. There is no particular character in this generation's Baskervilles. As expected, it's the Cane Corso, just that old guy… … ."

Right then.

Puff puff puff!

A loud explosion erupted from the castle wall.

"… … !"

Bikir and the Marquis de Sade, who were approaching the castle walls, stopped at the same time.

The tall poisonous soldiers who were about to reach for the castle were collapsing one after another.

You can see a black storm blowing underneath them, amputating the ankles of German soldiers.

"Oh, there's a really useful guy over there, right? Who is it?"

The Marquis de Sade shows interest.

The army guarding the bottom of the castle wall, cutting off the ankles of German soldiers, soon began to approach this side.

Eventually, the being standing at the forefront of the black wind appeared in front of Vikir.

"Even though we heard the red whistle, we were a little late in gathering. I don't want to use age as an excuse, but the years have passed. … … "But."

The moment he heard his voice, Bikir couldn't help but look surprised.

A neatly tailored suit, a stylish mustache, and a polite greeting.

"… … really. "You really grew up well, master."

Deacon John Barrymore was there.