Iron Blooded Hound

Chapter 167: Uniting Forces in Chaos

When Dolores saw the face of the nymph created by Dantalian, she felt something break inside her.

A thread of reason that she had always held within her calm demeanor.

The moment her heart broke, she fell into an incredibly irrational and emotional state, and the intensity of her emotions released powers in her that she didn't know she had. .

And this emotion and power are directed towards people.

Vikir. Nighthound!

Strengthened by the spirit of Dolores, Vikir saw a new world beyond his own, which opened up to him.

Sword Master.

The enhanced aura within him radiates from the hilt of the magical sword, Beelzebub.

Quack, quack, quack!

From gas to liquid, from liquid to solid.

The aura that has been boiled down and hardened to the limit gradually transforms into a solid mass, like a blood clot solidified by heat.

And it began to draw a circle according to the law of mana.

Kiyiyiying-

A heavy aura surrounding the sword rotated at an invisible speed and floated around the sword blade.

It looked like countless saws were gathering and rotating.

Wine~Kagagaku!

Vikir flicked his sword, and the stone, rebar, and other debris in front of him burst into flames.

One sword was enough to do this. It had incredible cutting power.

"This is strange."

Even the usually boring Vikir was very surprised.

Was Hugo always like this?

When he is at the level of the master, he cannot see what is below him.

I understand why Hugo treated the people under him like flies.

``In his previous life, Yugo was two levels above the Sword Saint.''

It soon became clear that there were lower, middle, and higher ranks of sword saints.

Vikil temporarily became a low-class swordsman with the help of the highest-ranking gladiator saint, but from now on, I will cherish his feelings.

Then he has to come here alone, without buffs.

On the other hand,.

"Aaah!"

Dantalian was torn from the inside.

Vikir slams aura shards spinning at lightning speed into Dantalian's body, slicing it all over.

The awl-like sword Beelzebub was primarily used for stabbing, but nothing more.

Rather, the shape of the rotating aura has become specialized for slashing attacks, but that does not mean that its piercing power has weakened.

``Apart from improving my fighting ability, this excitement makes me feel like I can do anything...''

Vikir was filled with a rare sense of elation.

The resonance of the soul and the arrangement of buffs make it seem like you know the size and location of all the internal organs and blood vessels in your body.

The excitement was an extension of the feeling of wearing new clothes that fit and look good on me.

Dolores' holy power warmed Vikir's body, accelerating the flow of mana.

Blood vessels dilate, allowing blood and mana to flow faster.

The aura trembled, its amplitude expanding.

This is due to the "soul resonance" effect.

And Vikir knew something about this phenomenon.

"Yes, before the regression, Steel Saint Dolores only gave this buff to a few nearby heroes.

At the time of the War of Annihilation, there were only a handful of beings who could receive Dolores." Buff.

Dolores healed everyone equally, but she was careful with the buff.

Only a handful of heroes had the power to maximize the effect of the buff.

Heroes such as Hugo Les Baskerville, the head of the Iron-Blooded Swordsman family, and Morg Camus, the head of the Morg family known as the "Empress Dowager,"

But what about now?

Vikiel monopolizes Dolores' buff.

This means that deep down, Dolores knew and understood him, but unfortunately, Vikiel did not know that.

He just felt lucky.

On the other hand,.

Dolores felt her body and the night dog's bodies completely wrap around each other, merging into one.

It wasn't just their bodies; it was their souls too.

She felt great comfort and compassion during this process, even if it was temporary.

She never heard Nighthound say anything particularly comforting, but she felt as if somehow Nighthound accepted her fatigue and feelings of inferiority.

She often asked herself that question.

"Everyone in the world confesses their sins and confides their troubles to me, but who should I confess my sins and share my troubles with?

Sometimes, just talking to God is not enough. It's not enough.''

You need to talk to your peers.

But for years, Dolores was unable to talk to anyone about her mental health.

As Dantalian said, as someone's president, someone's manager, someone's saint, or someone's daughter, she always had to act with dignity and determination.

But once she let it all go, so did her loneliness.

She pressed all her emotions onto the broad back of the night dog in front of her.

To your partner tonight, your "soul resonance"!

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Vikir pushed Dantalian down with a force far beyond his normal strength.

Roasted by the saint's sacred fire net, Dantalian could not withstand the sudden onslaught of Vikir's aura.

Vikir extended his sword and tried to decapitate Dantalian.

Dantalian's head has many faces intertwined like vines and a thin neck that connects it to the body!

And Dantalian took his final step.

[Brother! help me!

Nymph. Her face turned toward Vikir.

All the children in the nursery turned their heads towards Vikir and screamed.

[Brother! [You can still live!]

[If this devil dies, we will die too!]

[Brother! please! [Please don't kill this demon!]

[You murderer! [Why do you care what happens to us!?]

And Dantalian's plan seemed to be a success.

Vikir's sword has become slightly slower.

Taking advantage of this, Dantalian summoned all his magical power and unleashed Soul Strike.

Dawn!

Dantalian's dozens of tongues became one spear and struck Vikir directly in the heart.

"...!"

Without being able to scream, Vikir was thrown from the spot and flew through the air, smashing two stone pillars and being buried in a pile of rubble.

"No!"

Dolores screamed in fear, but it was too late.

Dantalian stood up, covered in blood, and laughed eerily.

[Hohohoho! In the battle between the original masters, one move is enough to bring about such a wasteful result.

Then he walked toward Dolores. Dolores stood there with a stunned expression on her face.

Grinning grin...

The face in front of me returned to that of a man.

Cardinal Humbert, the head of the old church, is a tough middle-aged man.

[Daughter, I feel sorry for this father].

"...!"

I sent you to the academy to increase the prestige of my family, and now you're doing something like this? [Do you think it's a good idea to let the world know about your family's affairs?]

Humbert's face contorts into an expression of contempt for these poor people.

[Dolores, I thought you were better].

"...!"

Dolores' small, slender body began to tremble again.

"...Night Dog."

She had already gotten over Humbert's appearance when he burst out of the bag of terror. Because Night Dog was by her side.

But now there were no more dogs left to save her.

She has lost her former self-confidence and shrunk.

She crouched down and lost her confidence.

Tingling.

Then Humbert's face widens.

Its mouth is wide open, with no temporomandibular joint in its lower jaw, resembling the gills of a giant snake.

Dolores is in the shell, and the snake is about to eat the egg.

Dantalian grinned disgustedly as he tried to devour Dolores.

[Now, show me your face!?]

However, Dantalian's voice broke midway.

Hmm!

Hot blood was gushing out in pitch black.

Without a sound or movement, the sword slit Dantalian's throat.

Vikir stood behind Dantalian with a cold expression on his face.

[Eh, how? It must be the heart...

Dantalian, who had a nymph-like face, stammered.

Instead of answering, Vikir opened the inside of his black cloak to reveal it.

Tsuku-.

There was an incontinent black ball.

Mrs. Eight Legs' egg. He was protecting Vikiel's heart from Dantalian's spear!

The shell is a little cracked, but the egg is still stable.

Vikir took it in his arms again and looked at Dantalian.

"I don't know what else to say, but..."

With that, Vikir completely snapped Dantalian's neck.

"Go to the bad place."

That was the end of Dantalian.

...pull it! ...Pull! Degar!

Dantalian's face fell to the ground and rolled on the ground.

But.

[Brother, brother, it's very painful.] ??

Dantalian's corpse was still there.

His arms and limbs regenerated under Nymphet's face.

It tried to escape by crawling on the ground.

But Vikir stood in his way. With an unwavering gaze.

...Boom!

The final blow pierced the center of the nymph's body.

Only then did the nymph stop him.

[...]

She raised her eyes as if they were about to close and spoke in a voice that seemed like it was about to break.

[Thank you, Uncle].

And then... Vikir's gaze disappeared.

"..."

Vikir carefully leaned forward and held the nymphet's face with both hands.

Then the nymphet lifted his nearly toppling body with difficulty and wrapped his arms around Vikir's neck.

jjog-

Then the nymphet kissed Vikir lightly on the cheek.

Tuttutu...

And then everything disappeared.

All the darkness disappeared, leaving only the rubble of the ruins.

Dolores' palm came closer and cupped the back of Vikir's hand as she sat still.

``Nighthound, are you okay?''

She had been overwhelmed by Humbert's visions just moments ago, but her primary concern was Vikir's safety.

It's about that time.

...Tangle Run!

The sound of something falling from the collapsed stone pillar echoed.

Vikiel and Dolores turned to face each other at the same time.

Sparkling!

The gold necklace sparkled.

The words stood out like a lighthouse in the snow.

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