Iron Blooded Hound

Chapter 102: The Unyielding Hound

Vikir opened his eyes.

He had slept soundly, without a unmarried nightmare.

He commonly slept half-wakeful, bracing himself for an attack or some different miscellaneous catastrophe, but this time he slept soundly and defenselessly, as if he had been certainly lifeless.

Of course, after I awoke, the wounds on my body had healed properly.

This changed into partially due to the regenerative powers of the lavatory salamander, however also due to the fact all forms of appropriate drugs had healed my frame from the inside out.

"...?"

Vikir scrambled to his ft.

He changed into covered in fluffy fur pelts on a bed of dry straw and a clean cotton quilt.

Herbs and diverse splints wrapped round his body.

inner, the layout of the room become vaguely familiar, like something from one of Balak's barracks.

He glanced down and saw that the room's owner become asleep at Vikir's ft.

It changed into Aiyen.

Vikir opened his mouth to speak in Moorish.

"...Are you wakeful?"

A voice got here from the barracks front.

Aquila. The night time fox stared down at Vikir.

She had aged quite a chunk inside the few days he hadn't visible her.

Her cheeks have been sunken and shadows beneath her eyes.

The years she have been suppressing through pressure all this time have been flowing once more.

Aquila sat down beside Vikir's bed and glanced over at Aiyen, who slept beside her.

"Aiyen, this one carried you whilst you fainted. He ran for 3 days and 3 nights."

And that's why Aiyen, who hadn't eaten or slept for days and had run with all his would possibly, now slept at Vikir's toes.

"...."

Vikir changed into silent for a second, looking down at Aiyen as he slept, curled up between his ft.

Then Aquila grew to become to Vikir.

"What the hell occurred to you?"

Vikir hesitated for a second, then spoke.

" I attempted to kill Madame...."

Madame's complete demise. Vikir hadn't visible it through to the quit. That's why he simplest pointed out what got here before.

"I didn't think i would have the ability to conquer it with my personal strength, so I dropped it to the lowest of the height and slightly gained. Of route, it become quite tough to drag him out of the deep hollow and push him down the cliff... ... It's just that i used to be fortunate. It's just a pity that I couldn't clearly reduce off Madame's breath."

Vikir spoke casually, however this became surely pretty first rate.

after all those years of tormenting the natives of Depht, the Madame had finally been defeated by using a younger hero.

Now the natives not needed to make sacrifices.

they might use the mild at their disposal in the darkish of night time, and they now not needed to tremble with worry in the course of stormy nights.

This changed into enough for him to be hailed as the savior of all of the tribes on the depht.

As Aquila listened to Vikir's story, he remained silent in amazement.

Then she instructed him what he had been questioning.

"when you fainted, Madame managed to escape the scene. Balak's warriors followed you, however the poison inside the air become too much for them to approach, and it turned into all they may do to rescue you."

whether she intended to or no longer, Madame had sprayed deadly poison anywhere as she fled.

The fog of poison they created as they volatilized made it not possible for the warriors and wolves to eventually cut off her breath.

but.

Aquila stated with a decided look.

"however Madame would be lifeless by way of now."

while Vikir turned his head away, Aquila insisted.

"she will be able to in no way final lengthy with that wound."

He became proper. Madame's entire body become beaten, and she had lost many critical organs.

Her essential internal organs, which includes her coronary heart, spleen, lungs, and intestines, all protruded out of her frame and sagged to the floor, and her exoskeleton turned into shattered.

Her cranium had even cut up open, tearing her mind into numerous portions, making it extraordinarily not likely that Madame might continue to exist.

there has been a purpose Aquila turned into so positive.

"furthermore. The location Madame fled to is known for being the coldest place inside the international, even under the dephts. It's icy there, even in July, and a body that's so emaciated can't survive the cruel climate there."

In other phrases. Madame will either die from her accidents, starve from immobility, or freeze to death within the icy cold.

irrespective of how you have a look at it, there may be no other fate for Madame than loss of life.

therefore, Bikir became the hero of the whole place for killing Madame.

"Hero, you talk too surprisingly of me."

Vikir shook his head in humility, and Aquila smiled dryly.

"is that this nonetheless too much praise?"

As she spoke, Aquila swept apart the curtain at the barracks entrance.

after which.

"...!"

Vikir couldn't assist but open his eyes wide.

outdoor the barracks, an sizable crowd had amassed, at the beginning glance, four figures in length.

They were all kneeling, eyes closed, fingers clasped collectively in prayer.

"We want Vikir, the hero of the depht, to get well. Please ship our prayers to...."

Balak, Rococo, Renaissance, all the huge tribes of Depht, as well as smaller tribes with appearances and attire you've never visible before.

They prayed in exceptional methods, but their requests have been the same.

With one coronary heart and one mind, they surrounded Vikir's barracks and offered sacrifices.

after which.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

on the sight of the woke up Vikir, they stamped their feet, raised their voices, and set free a roar of pleasure.

The whole tribe became united under Vikir's accomplishment.

* * *

That night.

The whole collection of strategies and events got here to a sobering quit.

The all-night time banquet of ingesting, drinking, and merriment, and the memorial carrier for the lifeless, ended concurrently.

Survivors drink and get drunk in a sense of task, disappointment, alleviation or joy, and make new resolutions.

And whilst it was throughout, the night time fell silent.

"...."

Vikir closed his eyes and checked his body.

'i have it back. back to my high earlier than the regression.'

Deep inside him, he ought to feel his aura effervescent and boiling.

It's so dense that it's now greater like a strong than a liquid.

it's miles the peak of the Graduator, a kingdom that Vikir had reached before his regression.

brought to that became a better degree of Baskerville-style swordsmanship.

The sixth tooth he'd drawn against Madame.

And earlier than he knew it, every other, smaller enamel had sprouted at the back of it.

The Baskerville seventh.

The seventh teeth, beyond carnivorous.

Vikir's war with the Madame resulted within the production of a 7th teeth, albeit a small one.

He doesn't know why, however it's a herbal consequence of his deepening know-how of martial arts in instances of crisis.

He has absolutely regained the combat prowess he had before his regression, and has even acquired the 7th Baskerville.

thinking about that Vikir's swordsmanship before his regression changed into only four teeth, and the modern-day patriarch of the Baskerville own family, Hugo le Baskerville, changed into 7 dan, this become pretty an achievement.

"however Hugo is a Swordmaster."

even though that they had the identical level of swordsmanship, Hugo is a grasp.

Vikir become a pinnacle Graduator, however he hadn't but broken through the grasp's barrier.

'... nonetheless, I've accomplished at seventeen what I didn't attain till i was forty, so I've were given a protracted way to move.'

If each person else knew this, they could faint.

not even the finest swordmasters of house Baskerville, who were said to have the high-quality device in records, ought to accomplish this.

furthermore, Vikir changed into confident that despite the fact that he had been to move one-on-one with the Swordmaster, he would no longer be easily overpowered.

"If it's not a duel, however a lifestyles-or-dying fight, then it's now not like we don't have a danger....

Vikir's eyes shone as he pictured Hugo's face in his thoughts.

at the equal time, the sword Beelzebub, a whole lot longer than earlier than, drew its blade from the artery in his wrist.

...Puddle!

The red sample engraved at the hilt became even extra ominous than before.

The purpose is...

/ awl

-1 slot: Venomous -Madame eight-Legged (S)

-Slot 2: Silent Hill – Monsieur Hushu (A+)

Slot -3: excellent Regeneration – Swamp Salamander (A+)

The most modern addition to the organization is a large wraith.

Madame Eightlegs.

in view that a part of her soul became a wraith and possessed Beelzebub, this already dangerous weapon has turn out to be even more lethal.

extraordinarily poisonous.

It become imbued with Madame's fearsome malice, able to killing inside the smallest doses.

For a second, Vikir studied this product of Madame's killing.

Then. abruptly, Vikir's mind wandered somewhere else.

"Come to consider it, what about...?

Vikir's gaze fell to the bosom of the black cloak he was carrying.

He slipped his hand into the pocket and felt what he predicted.

One tender little ball.

This large black ball bobbed gently in Vikir's hand.

It changed into the egg that Madame 8-Legged had laid.

at some stage in the warfare, Madame 8-Legged had regained her fitness with the aid of ingesting her eggs, one by one, and this turned into the ultimate one she had left.

Vikir scrambled to pick it up.

"I noticed it fall and picked it up, however I didn't think it might continue to exist the impact of the fall....

The egg changed into quite durable in the end.

no matter how often I hit it with my fist, it bounces lower back without breaking due to the fact it's so elastic.

The others didn't recognize what this black egg changed into, so they left it alone for now....

"Hmm, do you suspect it's going to hatch?"

Now that it had left its mother's palms, there was an awesome chance that although it become a wholesome egg, it wouldn't hatch properly.

it can were a fertile egg inside the first location, or it could had been damaged interior.

For now, Vikir stored the egg in his arms.

maybe someday it could be used for research.

'...I should leave now.'

Vikir lay down in a heap of straw.

He'd seen, heard, and accomplished a lot inside the remaining two years here in Depht.

He had gained stories that he would in no way overlook.

I've regained my pre-Regression combat power, and i've discovered many vital matters.

however we are able to't stay here for all time.

I nevertheless had a whole lot of work to do before I ought to go back.

'...in the future, after I'm carried out with all my plans, I'll be capable of come lower back here.'

simply as Vikir become thinking about his destiny plans.

Thump-thump-thump.

someone knocked on the barracks' insignia.

the next moment, a person entered the barracks where Vikir turned into mendacity.

Whirring.

A dewy night breeze enters and blows out the candles within the barracks.

"...?"

Vikir stared at the shadowy figure past the darkness.

Aiyen.

She become staring down at Vikir, her again to the black night time sky, a galaxy of endless stars.

...?

"Vikir."

Aiyen's voice is extra severe than ever as she calls out to Vikir.

She become always reticent and critical, however... today, for a few motive, she became sporting an strangely reserved expression.

after which.

Aiyen stepped towards Vikir.

And said in a low voice

"Will you ... assist me?"

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