<h4>Chapter 404: Jailbreaker (4)</h4>
Vikir fixed his gaze on the sword in front of him.
He couldn''t say for sure who it was, but he had a hunch.
An unprecedented Great Demonic Sword whose notoriety extended far beyond the Demon World and into Middle Earth.
The Seven Ancient Demon Constetions, also known as the Seven Great gues.
The remains of these Seven Ancient Demon Constetions were brought into the mortal world in some form, whether material or conceptual, and despite no longer being able to interfere with thews of cause and effect, they retained some of the power of their lives.
One of these was this sword, Beelzebub.
''But there are six others.''
Vikir thought, looking at the red sword of Beelzebub protruding from the wrist of his right hand.
Humans called the seven swords made from the remains of the Seven Demon Constetions the ''Seven Demon Swords''.
This Beelzebub is one of them.
...And the sword in front of Vikir was also one of the magic swords included in the Seven Demon Swords.
The magic sword Asmodeus. A fearsome sword that rivaled Beelzebub.
One of the final weapons brought by the demons in theter stages of the Age of Destruction.
''It was one of the great weapons of the First Corpses, and I never thought it would be here.''
Vikir thought as he gazed at Asmodeus, the magic sword in front of him.
And Asmodeus''s current owner, ck Tongue, stared at the wrinkled hilt with a mesmerized look in his eyes.
"Once upon a time, I had a leech that I loved... No, now that I think about it, maybe it wasn''t a leech at all, well, anyway."
ck Tongue was now exining how he had acquired the magic sword Asmodeus.
"It had a great appetite for blood, very greedy, but it kept sucking blood, and it got too big and strong and out of control."
ck Tongueughed as he kissed Asmodeus'' sword.
"So I tricked it, locked it in solitary confinement, and starved it to death. Souare had a hard time with that, I guess?"
"...."
"But this one, it turns out, is so strong that no matter how long I locked it in solitary confinement, it wouldn''t die. Instead, it just stays skinny and unmoving, like it''s hibernating, and no matter how long I try to dry it with hot air, it doesn''t die, it just shrivels up~"
ck Tongue grinded the leech, which had turned into a solid stick of meat, against a whetstone.
"There was a ton of meat powdering out. But as a result, it became so sharp, right? Does it look like a real sword?"
It''s amazing that the remains of the Demon Constetion didn''t lose its bloodlust after such a long time after it was separated from its deceased body, but it''s even more amazing that there was a madman who grinded it into a sword.
''So this is how the magic sword Asmodeus was born.''
Vikir marveled at the madness of ck Tongue.
But it''s only admiration as a spectator to the show, the hound eyeing his prey with his usualzy gaze.
"You''d better be careful. That sword does not serve an unworthy master. It''ll take the opportunity to bite, and then turn around and eat you."
Before the regression, he''d seen many examples.
Humans and demons alike have fallen prey to the sword.
But Vikir''s warning did not fall on deaf ears.
ck Tongue smirked and lifted Asmodeus.
"This one still wants blood, even after all this time. Yes, he wants your blood, and he wants it hard."
It was true.
Asmodeus was swelling up, drinking the blood of ck Tongue.
It pulsed like a madman, eager to lunge at the Vikir in front of it!
And then.
ng!
The two magic swords shed together.
"...."
Vikir swallowed a groan at the weight on his wrist.
He wasn''t sure how dried out therge hunk of meat was.
It was certainly small in volume, but it weighed a ton, and its strength far exceeded that of any metal.
Just as arge hunk of meat bes smaller and harder when it dries out.
Kiriririk-
Moreover, the sword itself bends at odd angles and shes through gaps.
It was like watching a vampire itself, a single, blood-crazed leech.
peoeog-
Asmodeus bent like a whip, avoiding friction with Beelzebub.
peopeopeog!
Just as Beelzebub of Vikir stabbed ck Tongue in the chest, Asmodeus of ck Tongue also stabbed Vikir in the thigh.
"Aaaah!? You damned bastard, you''re supposed to protect your master before your meal!"
ck Tongue screamed, but the shape of his mouth was smiling.
Madness. It is indeed the sword of its master.
"...."
Vikir frowned.
Even though the sword was rampaging on its own, it was all taking routes optimized for killing.
In addition, ck Tongue had considerable swordsmanship skills.
Perhaps he could even crush Colonel D''Ordume or Colonel Souare with simplebat power alone.
Tsutsutsutsuts...
Vikir had tried to tap into the power of the starvation drought within Beelzebub, but it was clearly inferior to Asmodeus'' bloodsucking abilities.
Moreover, Asmodeus was gulping down Vikir''s blood, which contained Madame''s poison.
"What a troublesome guy."
Vikir said briefly, stepping back.
ck Tongue smirked and followed Vikir.
"Are you scared? Are you afraid? Why are you running away?"
"...."
Vikir stepped back, silent. He took the route back the way he''de.
But ck Tongue wouldn''t let him get away.
"Fear makes you blind and deaf, my friend."
At the same time.
Grasp!
ck Tongue''s arm snapped a little more grotesquely.
"...!"
Vikir saw Asmodeus, who had let go of Beelzebub, was also bent at an even more severe angle.
ck Tongue smiled.
"No wonder, the more blood it sucks, the more flexible it bes."
As dried beef jerky absorbs water, it bes softer.
The same was true for Asmodeus.
Asmodeus coiled itself into an even more vtile shape than its previous trajectory, and then mmed into Vikir''s face.
"...!"
Vikir quickly jerked his head to the side, but ck Tongue''s deft swordy only seeded in pushing Asmodeus deeper and deeper into Vikir mouth.
kwadeug!
Vikir''s ear was ripped off entirely.
It was such a severe wound that even the organs inside, such as the cochlea and the semicircr canal, were ripped out.
"Ugh."
A groan escaped Vikir''s lips.
Even if the cotton swab was inserted just a little deeper into the ear, it hurt, but when the entire ear was torn and pulled out, the pain was indescribable.
Tsutsutsutsuts...
Basilisk''s regenerative powers quickly healed the wound, but it would take time to regenerate the intricate organs within.
Shudder-
The deafening noise in his ears naturally messed with his bnce and sense of distance.
ck Tongue lunged at the staggering Vikir, mouth mouth wide open all the way to the ears.
A smile filled with madness.
"Hathathathat- die, Night Hound!"
Vikir swung his sword at the maddened ck Tongue.
jjeojeojeojeojeog!
The deafening shes of the sword swung back and forth, left and right.
But none of them touched ck Tongue.
In fact, they flew in the wrong direction.
"Hathathat! You''ve made aplete fool of yourself!"
ck Tongue sneered at Vikir, who was swinging his sword at the wrong ce.
...kwang!
ck Tongue ferociously shes at Vikir, his body more than twice asrge as before due to his excitement.
The leeches covering his body were bubbling with his excitement.
ck Tongue slobbered and mocked atop Vikir''s body.
"With all thismotion, it must be bad, maybe D''Ordume or Souare wille. Heck, maybe the old man himself, Orca, wille to visit. How are you feeling, nervous, breaking out in a cold sweat, your eyes spinning?"
But.
"Uhm. That won''t work."
D''Ordume or Souare might have been fine, but Orca is too much.
At the click of ck Tongue, Vikir replied briefly.
"I wanted leeches, so I invested some time, but I don''t think I have time to y with you anymore."
Vikir raised his left hand as ck Tongue gave him a questioning look.
"...!?"
ck Tongue''s two eyes bulged.
The leather sack filled with the eggs of the new leeches was now in Vikir''s hand.
"Goodbye, then."
Vikir said a short farewell.
At the same time.
...kwakwang!
The corridor shook.
The walls, floor, and ceiling of the corridor cracked, following the trajectory of Vikir''s blows.
jjeojeojeojeojeojeog!
An entire section of the corridor had been cut out. So was the flubber slime that coated the building''s exterior walls.
"...?"
ck Tongue suddenly felt the floor he was on-or rather, the entire room-shift.
Like a slice of cake falling away, the entire space in which ck Tongue was standing was moving away from the corridor.
Nouvelle Vague is a castle in the depths of the sea. In the direction the piece was headed, of course, was the deepest depths of the sea, the seabed of the Great Deep.
chwaaaaag-
The waters of the deep rushed in like crazy.
"Ugh!? Something like this! Just swim back!"
ck Tongue was very embarrassed at having suddenly fallen into the sea and was struggling with its limbs.
Then.
"...!"
ck Tongue looked up.
The hound preparing to leap at him, the seasoned veteran''s gaze.
"That annoying guy...."
Vikir unleashed his reserved power at ck Tongue, who was pushed out to sea.
8th Baskerville Form. ck Sun.
Extremely concentrated aura forms a ck sphere, sucking in everything in its path.
...kuleuleuleuleuleug!
The approaching waters swirled in a vortex, and ck Tongue, trapped in the center, could barely squirm.
And then, withplete dominance, the hound delivered its final sentence.
"Get lost"
It was simple and clear.