Chapter 474

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Chapter 474: The Annihilation of Tochka (4)

Even if each person throws just one stone, the number becomes countless.

A lot of people had climbed onto Tochka’s fortress walls and began to hurl stones with all their might.

Tochka was a fortress built on rocky terrain, where stones were scattered everywhere.

An overwhelming number of stones.

Thud- Thud- Thud- Thud-

Naturally, the impact was immense.

Crash!

The poison humans who were climbing the walls had their heads shattered and tumbled down.

The rockfall shower was as powerful as the hail that Andrealphus had unleashed, causing the forces to falter in their full-scale assault.

"Now! Tighten the flanks!"

Marquis Sade and Orca realized that this was the last chance for a counterattack that might never come again.

At that moment, the two seasoned warriors led their remaining troops out and began to press the poison humans from the left and right wings, areas unaffected by the rockfall.

Vikir, too, was rushing to corner the poison humans.

It was a battle more intense than any they had ever experienced.

It was VIkir’s most savage fight, even counting the ones from his past life.

Thud!

Vikir decapitated a massive poison human blocking his path and thought:

'...I must ride this momentum and sever the demon's neck.'

That was the only way to end the war.

Vikir led the Six Counts across a river of countless poison humans.

Boom!

The poison humans tore the ground with their massive hands.

Vikir sidestepped to avoid a descending poison human’s hand.

Slash-

Vikir decapitated the poison human in one fell swoop.

At that moment.

"......!"

Vikir felt a chilling sensation on the back of his neck.

It wasn't an uncommon feeling on the battlefield; it was merely a signal that an enemy was attacking from behind.

Usually, he would just dodge to the side.

...But what happened next was truly unique.

Thud!

With a dull noise, the cold sensation on the back of his neck vanished.

The poison human who had reached out from behind was dead.

Vikir tried to turn his head to see who had killed it, but it was impossible, attacks were coming from everywhere.

Slash- Slash! Thud!

Vikir extended his demonic sword Beelzebub and cut down every poison human in his path.

And the more he did, the more strange things kept happening.

...! ...! ...!

The poison humans approaching Vikir from behind kept falling one after another.

‘Someone is covering my back.’

Vikir, though busy, glanced back, but the rapidly shifting scenery and the rain of blood and stones made it impossible to see who was behind him.

[Hmm- It's too fast, I can't see clearly?]

Even Decarabia couldn’t figure out who was currently protecting Vikir’s back.

But one thing was certain:

Thud! Crash! Snap!

Someone was almost perfectly covering Vikir’s rear as he advanced.

As they gradually turned the tide of the battle, a strange and awkward silence hung between them, alongside the blood and flesh flying through the air.

Just then,

[Hahahaha!]

Laughter echoed from beyond the battlefield.

Vikir instantly recognized its source.

Phlorosya, the root of all evil.

He was laughing, eyes gleaming as he looked at Vikir.

“Go on, struggle all you want! My poison is limitless!”

Phlorosya seemed eager to prove his words as he brought forth a massive cart from behind.

A cart covered with a black canopy.

It was the same poison recharge station Vikir had seen before while attempting to seize the water source.

Roar!

The poison humans began to withdraw from the walls of Tochka Fortress one by one.

They were likely retreating to the black canopy to gain more strength and poison.

“With this, I can create infinite soldiers! Even corpses can rise again under my poison!”

Phlorosya shouted confidently.

...At least, until the explosion and deafening roar interrupted him.

Boom!

The poison recharge station, which had been replenishing the poison humans' venom, was now engulfed in flames.

And it was happening in real-time!

“......?”

Vikir tilted his head, bewildered.

Why was the poison station exploding at this moment?

But it seemed Phlorosya was even more perplexed.

He quickly turned around, his face contorted in disbelief.

“What... What is this!? Why is my Ouroboros...!?”

In that instant, both Vikir and Phlorosya saw a familiar face.

The Reaper. The youngest son of the Reviadon Clan, Granola de Reviadon.

He stood before the shattered urn under the burning canopy, a sorrowful expression on his face.

‘I often wonder if I’m living well... sometimes I feel deep doubt.’

‘...Tch, why would you have such doubts? I’m always doing fine! One must live with confidence!’

Granola mumbled, looking dazed as he noticed Sinclaire among the people that had followed Vikir.

“...Yes. One must live with confidence.”

His voice sounded as if he were recalling a distant memory.

As Sinclaire tilted her head in curiosity,

Slash!

From the boiling oil, two serpents suddenly leaped out.

Despite the horrific burns frying their bodies, the Ouroboros used the last of its strength to bite Granola’s neck, pulling him into the urn.

Hissssss

The boiling oil sloshed within the large urn, and soon, silence fell over the burning tent.

Watching the tent go up in flames, Phlorosya screamed in disbelief.

[No! This worthless worm dares to betray me...!?]

An unexpected and absurd twist of events.

But Phlorosya couldn’t finish his sentence.

“...Last time, I only took your arm.”

A chilling voice whispered in his ear.

“This time, you’ll leave your head behind.”

Vikir had silently crept up behind him.

[Translator - Clara]

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