Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 413

Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 413

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]

Chapter 413: End Game (5)

He had a deep furrow, typically etched on the faces of seasoned veterans who have crossed countless harsh lines.

Wrinkles cut deep beneath fiercely slanting eyebrows, a wild beard, thick and abundant eyebrows that nearly covered his cold, sunken eyes, a flat nose, and a square jaw.

Despite his uniform being soaked, it had sharp creases like a knife, the buttons fastened to his neck, and a lion’s mane-like black fur coat draped over his broad chest and square shoulders.

Except for the slightly crooked belt buckle, his attire was impeccable.

He was taller than anyone around him, and at the end of the club hanging from his waist were pointed lead weights.

‘Orca Montreal Javert’. Warden of Nouvellebag.

For nearly a hundred years in Nouvellebag, during which several generations on the surface had changed, he remained the unchanging symbol of Nouvellebag.

Chik-

As he brought the end of his cigar to the flames rising from the ground, he lazily scanned his surroundings.

Thick cigarette smoke billowed out from between his salt-cracked lips.

“What is this situation?”

He took something out from his coat.

A pocket watch, blackened and shriveled from burning.

It seemed to be made by BDISSEM.

“I had suspected something had happened to BDISSEM. But even so....”

At that moment.

“Oh! Orca! I have lived until now to take revenge on you! Prepare yourself!”

A thunderous roar erupted from behind.

It was Mammoth Tusk, a Level Nine prisoner.

The king of bandits who once ruled an entire mountain range on the surface.

He was such a notorious villain of the previous generation that he had been sentenced to over 2,800 consecutive life sentences.

He charged with immense force.

His powerful shoulders sent captains and lieutenant-level guards flying as he barreled into Warden Orca’s back.

Thud! Crack!

The sound of tough, hard leather tearing and the crunching of the solid things within echoed in quick succession.

The result was.

“Arghhhh!?”

A resounding defeat for Mammoth Tusk.

His shattered shoulder bone pierced through his skin.

Mammoth Tusk lay sprawled on the ground, rolling in agony.

In contrast, Warden Orca stood unmoved, still in his place.

Then.

“...What is this.”

He raised one hand high.

The spiked club was raised high along Warden Orca’s arm.

Then, as if a black thunderbolt had struck, it slammed into the ground.

“What a mess this is!”

A deafening explosion shook the earth to its core.

Mammoth Tusk’s head exploded, and the epicenter created a massive seismic wave that tore and twisted the surrounding terrain.

Warden Orca, who had instantly killed a Level Nine prisoner, began to show his fury in earnest.

Just the frown on his face caused the surrounding air to crackle and split.

“Hehehe- as expected of Orca. It makes the hunt worthwhile.”

“That old man won’t die, will he?”

“But he’s gotten a lot weaker compared to before. He’s definitely aged.”

“Well, Mammoth Tusk was always loud, but he was a weakling, wasn’t he?”Nêww chapters will be fully updated at novelhall.com

Level Nine prisoners started to close in, laughing, but Warden Orca showed no sign of intimidation.

Hot spring water bursting from various spots boiled, evaporating into steam before it hit the ground.

As expected, an unidentified orb enveloped in blue flames sat alone in the middle of the pit.

Poseidon. The ultimate goal that made Vikir descend directly to Nouvellebag.

Aiyen asked.

“...Do we need to destroy this?”

“Something like that. Just hit it with your aura.”

Vikir demonstrated after speaking.

Baskerville 8th Style. Black Sun.

Vikir’s most powerful attack exploded towards Poseidon.

Boom!

Amazingly, Poseidon did not break.

Instead, it absorbed all of the mana, aura, and shockwaves Vikir sent its way.

It might have been just an impression, but the orb seemed to have swollen a bit more.

The surrounding blue flames also grew fiercer.

Aiyen nodded as well.

“Alright. Let me give it a try too.”

She took a bow and arrow she had taken from a guard.

Beside her, Bakira was also preparing to shoot flames from his mouth.

At that moment.

“Stop, you scoundrels!”

“What the fuck are you plotting!”

Voices from behind interrupted Vikir and Aiyen.

It was D’Ordume and Souaré. The two had regained their senses and were now hot on their trail.

Aiyen’s expression immediately darkened.

“I spared your lives and this is how you repay me, by coming back?”

“Hohoho- You got lucky with a sneak attack and now you’re acting all high and mighty.”

Souaré matched Aiyen’s intensity.

D’Ordume, too, was now glaring at Vikir with a tense posture, unlike before.

“To think you were a warrior who had reached the Swordmaster realm.”

“......”

“But I am not afraid. As long as I remain vigilant, I will not be defeated.”

However, Vikir was calmly analyzing the situation.

‘These guys, who were already beaten once, have chased us down. And they don’t seem afraid. That means...?’

Having concluded his thoughts, Vikir immediately shouted.

“Stand back!”

Aiyen halted her attack on Souaré and quickly stepped back.

Then—

Splat! Sploosh!

Sticky globs of slime fell where Vikir and Aiyen had just been standing.

Gurgle... Gurgle... Gurgle... Gurgle...

A massive column of slime began to flow in front of Vikir.

This semi-transparent green slime grew larger and larger, eventually extending numerous tentacles behind D’Ordume and Souaré.

It looked as if it was protecting them.

“...As I thought. They had something up their sleeve.”

Vikir swallowed hard.

His judgment to exclude this from the escape plan, thinking it lacked intelligence and awareness, had been a premature mistake.

Lieutenant Colonel Flubber.

This strange substance, whose status as a living being was uncertain, making its combat capabilities impossible to predict, had entered the fray.

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]