Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 369

Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 369

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]

Chapter 369: Labor Camp (1)

Vikir lifted his head to gaze over the cliff. A man of sturdy build with golden eyes gleaming against his dark skin, D’Ordume D D’Orcdile, one of the five Majors of Nouvellebag, excluding the warden of the prison, he was practically unmatched in authority.

“Is it a riot?” Major D’Ordume’s voice simmered like molten iron from low temperatures.

Lieutenant Bastille below hurriedly replied, “Yes! One of the Level Nine inmates refused labor and injured the guards! We were just trying to contain the situation!”

“Hmm...” D’Ordume’s gaze shifted towards Vikir. In that moment, Vikir felt as if countless axe blades hanging from chains were swinging towards him, an instinctive warning that this was dangerous.

‘It’s risky,’ he thought. His reflexes, honed to the limit within the abyss tree, signaled danger by giving him goosebumps all over.

Vikir trusted his instincts and promptly stepped back.

Crash! The ground where Vikir had stood moments ago exploded with a deafening noise. D’Ordume had landed there. As the colossal figure of 298cm height and 220kg weight descended, a slight earthquake ensued.

D’Ordume landed, gripping the ground with one hand, then slowly rose to face Vikir. His eyes, glowing with a fiery yellow beyond the sulfur flames, emitted an eerie light. He carried a metal armguard and gauntlet on his forearms, with axe blades spiraling out like a whirlpool.

‘Indeed, he wields an unusual weapon,’ Vikir nodded, recalling his memories before regression.

Among the heroes who once roamed the frontlines, two stood out for their unique combat techniques: High Priest Mozgus Quovadis, who wielded aura-infused books to slice through opponents, and Major D’Ordume from Nouvellebag, who used the bizarre armguards and gauntlets to extend aura-infused strikes.

‘Seeing it firsthand, it’s quite imposing,’ Vikir thought. Besides his massive physique and overwhelming aura, there was something about D’Ordume that intimidated opponents.

A lifetime of imprisoning, torturing, and exploiting humans – the warden of human misery. Just as a dog instinctively lowers its tail to its master, any human would involuntarily shrink in the presence of this man, D’Ordume.

But Vikir was a demon hunter, and a Mid-tier swordmaster, who could even make demons kneel into submission. His presence not only nullified D’Ordume’s aura but also overwhelmed it.

D’Ordume flinched at the sharp energy emanating from Vikir.

“Can’t use mana, huh? If this is the extent of your pure physical prowess... impressive.”

Amidst the groans of the wounded lieutenants and mid-level supervisors scattered around, D’Ordume glanced briefly and remarked curtly, “Looks like I need to uproot this here.”

The opponent was already restrained with BDISSEM shackles and chains. Unless they could use mana, D’Ordume held an overwhelming advantage. “Just a warning, this would end in immediate execution. Ever since the ‘unfortunate incident’ between a supervisor and a prisoner nineteen years ago, the hierarchy’s been strict on control and punishment.”

“And the warden’s not here. That’s all.”

With those final words, D’Ordume clenched his thick square jaw tightly. Then, like a log, he surged forward with his thick arms, veins protruding like snakes.

Thud thud thud thud! An imposing sensation, akin to a giant bull charging.

Simultaneously, D’Ordume’s arms crossed horizontally and vertically.

With a click, Vikir intercepted D’Ordume’s fists with BDISSEM shackles. But the true force behind D’Ordume’s intended strike burst forth from his arms.

The sharp edge of the spiral-patterned axe blade on his forearm unleashed a gust of wind, rotating the shards of sharp aura.

Vikir felt a chilling sensation creeping over him. Instinctively, he knew that continuing to match strength with D’Ordume here would crush him like a twig.

Snap! Swiftly ducking and rolling aside, Vikir avoided the wind’s reach, finding refuge in a blind spot.

Whoosh!

With each step, the ground he had just stood on split apart entirely.

Blood—

As he tilted his head, tiny threads burst from the shoulders of his prisoner’s uniform.

Vikir continued to advance into D’Ordume’s embrace.

And then—

Thunk!

His fist, wrapped in BDISSEM chains, dispersed D’Ordume’s aura and plunged deep into his abdomen.

“It’s in.”

As Vikir pondered inwardly,

[...Human! Danger! Get back!]

A faint voice echoed from his chest.

Almost simultaneously,

“...!”

Vikir also felt a sense of unease he hadn’t experienced before.

No matter how much a human trained their body, there were limits to the resilience muscles could offer, given that they were essentially comprised of bones, flesh, blood, and skin.

However, D’Ordume seemed different.

The sensation upon striking his fist wasn’t ordinary. Though Vikir aimed for the abdomen, the returning force felt solid and dense, unlike what one would expect from hitting a human body.

This was not something typical of hitting a human.

It was as if...

“...Dragonic physique?”

As Vikir furrowed his brow,

Whoosh!

Amidst the dense sulfur gas and fragments of aura generated by the whirlwind, D’Ordume’s form was revealed.

Thud!

Pressing fiercely against Vikir’s body, it was unmistakably not in the shape of a human.

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]