Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 500

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Episode 5

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A dry wind blows

A long, gray beard with black blood blowing in the wind.

Bikir was walking on the white salt flats.

Hongmun (鴻門).

What was once a vast green area.

But now it’s a wasteland full of rocks and salt.

Bikir turned and looked out over the desert horizon.

“… … .”

lonely and lonely

Age weathers many things.

emotions and desires.

… … However, despite this, there was still one emotion that fluttered just like when I was young.

good luck.

who is stronger

This must be a greed and regret that a warrior who lives on a knife-bap cannot let go of until he dies.

So Bikir moved on.

Throwing off all those restraints and restraints, and surrendering to the instincts that I had been patiently suppressing for a very, very long time ago, for the past eons.

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A salty wind blows

As he cut through the edge of the storm that raged like a curtain with his sword, the path to the inside was opened.

Bikir found what he was looking for.

‘The Tomb of the Sword’

This tower, which looks like an awl protruding from the ground, has the black light of the night sky and the red light of blood at the same time.

It was still standing there, looking the same as before.

Bikir murmured as he brushed off the salt grains from his long beard.

“… … A true Baskerville is born in the ‘cradle of the sword’.”

This is a famous phrase passed down within the Baskerville family.

but. There is actually a sentence hidden behind it.

“… … A true Baskerville dies in the ‘grave of the sword.’”

Baskerville, who knows the existence of this phrase, is probably the only one at this point.

Eventually, Bikir entered the Tomb of the Blades.

Steps, each sharp like an awl, rose high and steep.

This, too, was still a landscape.

A terribly lonely, suffocating and lonely space.

With each step I took, my whole body shook sharply, and I felt as if I was opening a gun.

Countless knives can be seen embedded in the floor, walls, and ceiling.

The water droplets that fell on them were red and fishy.

Jerk-jerk-jerk-jerk-jerk-

Bikir continued to climb the stairs.

One step at a time.

It was sliced, shaved, cut out, worn out, and climbed toward the top.

And soon we met.

The iron throne at the top of the tower.

Then, a heavy, clear voice sounded as if metal was clashing with metal.

[This is the grave of the sword. The place where those who follow the sword’s ultimate will come for the last time.]

And there was a man in thick iron armor with a long white beard.

Under the white eyebrows, where there should be white eyes, there is empty darkness, and in the center, red eyes like the sun burn coldly.

The sharp, blade-like nose, tightly closed lips, and dark blue dead skin seemed to barely cover the skull.

The black heavy armor and huge greatsword he was wearing made the fortress he was building look even more solid.

Bikir already knew his face.

Cane Corso Les Baskervilles.

The former seven counts who have gone through the turbulent times of the reigning kings and the strongest man of mankind who could not do anything even in the era of destruction.

He stroked his white beard and smiled broadly.

[It’s obviously a familiar face even seeing it for the first time. Does the intuition of a superhuman who has reached the highest realm transcend even time and space?]

Vikir didn’t bother to answer his words.

‘I remember the old days. When I first met the author, it was difficult even to get a single sword.’

I wonder how it will be now.

After the war with the demons, he hadn’t had a chance to test his strength, but it was a good opportunity.

… Chanang!

Bikir picked up Baalzebub, his beloved sword that had been with him all his life.

Before long, the two swords clash.

Cain Corso wielded a large serrated greatsword, and Vikir stabbed a long blade like Baalzebub’s awl through the swirling vortex of huge slashes.

Old-style Baskerville and Old-style Baskerville.

Their collision happened in a very fleeting moment.

The moment when nine teeth meet nine teeth.

“… … !”

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Bikir stopped moving as if struck by lightning.

It was a little late.

In other words, the numerous truths of the truth that he saw in the abyss of magic came to his mind.

In the meantime, something that had been blocked for a long time was opened.

… Quick!

Space-time began to distort.

A small cluster of lights twinkles as the nine teeth tangle fiercely.

A tooth protruding from space where dust, gas, clouds, and star clusters float.

It was the tenth tooth.

It was so small that it was hard to see, but it was clearly attached to the side of the nine teeth.

… Flash!

The moment it penetrated his body, Cain Corso thought.

[…] … Is it the last?]

As if responding to this thought.

Quick!

The sword body of his favorite soldier, Fragarch, who had been with him so far, was split in half.

Kane Corso muttered as he gazed warmly at the saw blade that was about to break.

[okay. Do you want to pay off now? Congratulations.]

The black aura that dwelled in Fragarh rises high into the sky.

The Cane Corso’s body also turned into red dust and began to fade.

[I couldn’t become a swordsman, but I could become a swordsman. As long as it serves as a milestone for descendants, I can be satisfied.]

He threw himself into a slashing storm created by clashing swords against each other.

It was like the end of a person who lived his whole life mad with a knife.

… … .

… … yet.

The storm has subsided.

only one person left. There was only one Bikir.

[Your birth will be like the sword’s birth, and your death will be like the sword’s death.]

The voice of Cane Corso, now gone, fades away.

Right then.

“Ouch! You burn!”

I hear a loud screeching noise from behind.

Where Bikir looked around in amazement, he saw familiar faces standing there.

“Because I knew I was coming here.”

“I’ve been monitoring this place ever since I heard it muttered once before.”

“Everyone is very suspicious… … .”

“We also have former guards who are masters of tracking.”

“Oh, are you talking about me? It’s true that he was a jailer, but he’s not good at tracking. Even if it’s an arrest.”

Camus, Iyen, Dolores, Sinclair, Kirko.

All of his friends from the other world were gathered here.

“Ho, I was going to come alone, but how… … .”

Bikir rarely stutters to the end.

The one who walked in front of him was Camu.

“I shouldn’t have brought anyone else, but I should have brought them. You don’t even know how to open it, the door to the abyss.”

“… … .”

Bikir shut his mouth.

Camus entered the tomb of the sword without wanting to, and soon looked at the traces of a huge spell engraved at the bottom of the spiral staircase.

“… … Traces of ten mana wheels.”

Camus looked at the magic circle and the traces of mana injection on the floor.

“It’s similar to the magic of complete resuscitation, but it’s a much nobler, grander, and stronger spell. … … Did such magic exist in the world? What was the purpose?”

“It seems to symbolize the truth itself. I don’t know what Camus sister doesn’t know, but… … .”

Even Sinclair, who had an expertise in magic, was breaking out in a cold sweat.

Iyen, Dolores, and Kirko also put their heads together.

“You can tell just by the signs. It looks like there was a huge explosion.”

“I heard that this area was a dense forest area. I think it might have turned into a salt desert because of this explosion… … .”

“Did something like a meteorite fall? If so, it might have something to do with the two hiatuses left in human history.”

And it was Camus who put all these opinions together.

“Yeah, you’ll know when you go again.”

The second expedition to the abyss.

Only this opinion was consistent with Bikir’s.

* * *

Bikir and Camus once again reached the abyss of magic.

After passing the ‘Five Fingers of the Creator’ area, you will see a familiar phrase.

-Everything is born in the abyss of magic and returns to the abyss of magic.

-One day, when the fateful day when the stars move, the door to a new layer will open and everything will come to an inevitable end.

Two phrases that stand together as the gatekeepers of infinity and nothingness.

Camus stretched out the roots of the wraith tree and twisted the locks between the pillars.

After opening the 8 doors like that, Bikir was finally able to face something.

It was a human, a spiritual body taking the form of a female body.

Bikir was able to intuit the presence the moment he saw it.

‘Motherhood’.

That the being emitting a bright light right in front of his eyes was his distant ancestor, the ‘First Mother’.

And the mother said to Bikir and to her son.

[I missed you.]

“… … .”

Bikir said nothing.

And the mother opened her mouth again.

[You guys got stuck and couldn’t leave. I don’t know how many generations have passed, but you are still my daughters and sons.]

The mother hugged her son tightly.

And he opened his mouth in a warm and moist voice.

[Now I can leave in peace. to where he went,

“Where are you going?”

Mother answered Bikir’s question.

[Easy to grab hair.]

“… … ?”

Seeing Bikir tilt her head with a puzzled expression, her mother reached out and stroked his head.

[Live.]

“… … .”

[As you like. heartily. Live to your heart’s content. Enjoy this world cheerfully.]

Mother seemed to already know and understand the purpose of Bikir’s coming here.

But Bikir still didn’t know what to do.

“Can I go with you too?”

At that question, the mother shook her head.

[After a long time, after a very long time, when the last moment of your life comes, come to this place.]

“… … .”

[Until then, enjoy common flirting and common self-satisfaction. That is the highest cheerfulness, awareness, and love.]

That was the last time with my mother.

* * *

Bikir has returned from the abyss.

And I spent a very long time in this world.

Beautiful wives and cheerful children, the happy times with them flowed like a dream of nine clouds.

How much time had passed like that?

Around the time when all the red dust in the world will be covered by the sand of time and will no longer rot.

Only then did Bikir visit the abyss of magic for the third time.

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In the first visit, I realized the truth of the alcohol and 10 meals of complete resuscitation.

On my second visit, I met my first mother.

What to do on the third visit?

“… … . … … . … … .”

Without saying a word, Bikir climbed the stairs of dust, clouds, and starlight that appeared in front of him one by one.

And I came face to face with someone sitting at the end of the stairs, at the end of the magical abyss.

‘The Five Fingers of the Creator’.

The edge of the throne shining beyond the five gigantic fingers, no, the constellation.

An old man was sitting there.

Fidgeting with the several glass beads in her hand.

“… … . … … . … … .”

With an expression that I don’t know what kind of expression to make.

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