Iron Blooded Hound

Chapter 99: Chapter 99: Unyielding Resolve

<Madame 'Eight Legs'>

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Viewed as in: Edge 10, Red and Dark Mountains

-Nicknamed 'Madame of Dephts'. Her accurate race name is obscure.

In the far off past, the most ridiculously horrendous creatures that occupied the profundities of the Oil Post Damnation were bugs of enormous size, and it is accepted that Madame Eight-Legged is a far off relative that holds the type of those monster bugs that lived in the old past.

Their bodies are loaded up with a nauseating toxin, and their networks are more grounded than steel, strong by everything except the diabolical fires of the Hidden world.

Vikir gazed toward the goliath sovereign insect before him.

Indeed. Confronting this mind-boggling force, he comprehended the reason why Balak's champions had been so stressed and scared.

Prior to leaving Balak, Aquila had communicated concern.

"'There isn't quite been aware of the Madame. Just the shaman Ahheman knew more, yet now that he's gone... ... .'

But. There was one thing Aquila didn't have the foggiest idea.

Ahheman was from the Rokoko, a clan of shamans, and thusly, he knew about the old animals.

What's more, Vikir had as of late obtained various mystery records from a gathering of Rokoko who had escaped the plague during the Red Passing.

Shockingly, among the records were significant books that the Rokoko shaman hadn't taken with him during his rushed departure from the plague, including an itemized examination of the animals of the depht.

It contained data on intriguing monsters, for example, the "Marsh Lizard" and the "Bone-Sucking Mosquito," and the Madame of Depht was no special case.

-We don't know precisely very thing sort of beast she is.

In any case, she is comparable in appearance to the goliath, startling bugs of history books from the far off past, and is supposed to change into such an animal as she becomes older.

-Until further notice, she lives alone and segregated in a neglected land between the low slopes past the Red and Dark Mountains and the shores of the cool, unforgiving Ocean of Ruin.

However, in contrast to in the past times, when she minded her own business, nowadays she is by all accounts contemplating crossing the lines of the Red and Dark Mountains.

-The Madame of Water is consistently ravenous, and her unquenchable hunger, joined with her savage shrewd and extraordinary strength, implies that neither her foes nor some other animal in the Dark Mountain Environment will actually want to stop her.

-What's more, neither will we. We should get ready for the horrible that may before long arrive. The abhorrences of water!

Vikir took a gander at Madame Eight-Legged as he reviewed this and other data.

Her stout body extended and contracted as she breathed out and breathed in.

The dark green noxious haze that radiated from her body framed a thick shroud, past which eight red eyes penetrated Vikir's whole body.

[Jaaaaack...!]

Madame Eight-Legged responded first.

She raised her enormous forelegs and pummeled them into the ground.

...Thud!

The floor crumpled, and afterward an enormous wave ascended and crashed over Vikir.

Broken bones, decaying tissue, cobwebs, and feces all combined as one in a hot, maturing mass.

Confronted with this flood of loathing, Vikir can snicker sharply.

"Beneficial thing I skipped supper."

Assuming I had eaten, I would have disposed of it.

Indeed, even Vikir, who has serious areas of strength for a, thinks, "I'm happy I didn't have supper."

Puff puff!

Vikir flung himself far removed of the wave.

He was unable to avoid them nonchalantly.

The smallest opening and he'd sink to the lower part of the moving ground, or get kicked by Madame Eightlegs' additional kicks.

Vikir jumped vertical, arriving on the enormous ribs of something overshadowing him.

Karak-

The bows and arrows abilities instructed to you by Aiyen radiate through.

Madame Eight-Legged recoiled somewhat as Vikir's bolt cut through the air.

She had been injured herself during the assault on Balak's town.

It was a minor one, yet she had no real option except to respond as though it were a disturbance to have hard-to-eliminate thistles implanted in her body.

Madame dodged somewhat in reverse to keep away from a bolt flying towards her eye.

Sssssss... ...

A diabolical haziness wrapped her like a cover.

Madame's exhalation transformed into a thick harmful haze, adding an inky obscurity to the haziness that totally darkened her body.

Rumbling-bang!

If not for the thunderclap that struck with flawless timing.

...Flash!

In a moment, a solitary electrical discharge washed everything in white light.

It was clear how shrewdly Madame had been planning for her next assault while hunkering in the murkiness.

The second she extends upwards, her outline is uncovered in the white light.

Boom!

Vikir wounded a bolt into the hole in the middle.

It resembled baking beans in a fire.

In that short snapshot of light, Vikir had the option to see past the haziness and put the bolt spot on.

The dead center was Madame's left eye.

CRACK!

A red glass ball breaking.

The bolt had landed decisively in Madame's skull.

[Jaaaaaah!?]

Madame terrified as one of her eight eyes abruptly consumed dark.

At that exact second, another thunderclap struck.

...Flash!

One more electrical jolt.

The light turned into a reference point to direct Vikir's subsequent bolt.

Crackle.

Madame's missing eye became two.

The glimmer of light was followed precisely seven seconds after the fact by an uproarious blast.

...Boom!

Yet again the sound followed somewhat later than the light, and when it detonated, Vikir was planning for her next assault.

"Two void left eyeballs."

Vikir purposely designated just the left half of Madame's face.

The two eyeballs on her left side are right now penetrated by bolts, so that is her vulnerable side.

Like a carefully prepared dog, Vikir settled on a speedy decision, and it paid off.

The Madame faltered as Vikir went to one side, detecting that she had neglected to focus on the adversary.

Exploiting the occasion, Vikir drew his enchanted blade, Satan, and released an impact of Graduator-grade quality.

Baskervillian Flesh eater.

Six teeth bursted with air as thick as blood.

Quack, quack, quack!

The long slice made an immense break.

The sound of hard chitinous defensive layer breaking and the soft tissue inside being destroyed.

Denggeng!

With an uproarious bang, Madame's left front leg was cut off.

[Jaaaaah!]

Madame shouted with her entire body, through the many breathing openings in her body.

However, that wasn't its finish.

Thud!

Vikir's blow slice through the air like a whip, cutting off one of Madame's front legs, yet in addition the mucous sac at the rear of her lower midsection, where the spider webs were emerging.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz... ...

The spider webs started to spill.

I arranged for a subsequent blow as Madame staggered in reverse, trickling with sludge.

When the assault was fruitful, the chase was steady.

When you have the high ground, you can't give up.

But.

"...?"

Vikir stopped, going to strike.

The old dog's senses were shouting. Ease off at this point!

Without a second thought, Vikir gave up to his senses.

On the combat zone, it is frequently more astute to pay attention to sense than to reason.

Right then.

...Pow!

Vikir's back snapped into a G-shape.

Madame's killing goal had surpassed his impulses.

Where did it come from?

From an unforeseen spot, one more of Madame's legs shot out and banged into Vikir's body.

"...!"

Vikir saw it plainly as his body clasped under the effect.

The Madame's legs that he had cut off before had unexpectedly recovered.

What's more, two of them!

[Jarrarak-kick-]

Madame raised her left front leg as though to taunt Vikir.

Amazingly, it was parted in two, beginning at a similar place where it had been cut off.

At the end of the day, two new legs had developed from where it had been cut off.

Madame's ridiculously strong regenerative powers make something like this conceivable.

Her legs had an unusual design where the more you cut, the more you develop.

Quack! ... Puck!

Vikir collided with the ground, covered like trash in a heap of bones.

Madame's legs turned Bikir's body, which was fashioned by the gift of the Waterway Styx, into clothes.

The stomach skin was torn open, every one of the digestive organs spilled out, and the right leg was totally cut off.

The bones of his left leg were broken and bowed into a rhomboid, and the effect had dazed him in one eye and ear.

In a solitary second, a legend fell.

What's more, Madame, who had decreased endless legends to decaying chunks of tissue previously, had accomplished something almost identical this time.

[snicker chuckle laugh... ... ]

Madame jeers in win.

I could see her eyes, of which there were just six remaining, twisting delicately into a sneer.

...However.

Madame before long needed to withdraw the joke from her face.

"I didn't have the foggiest idea about that, so assuming you cut off a leg, it becomes two?"

Bikir nonchalantly got over his seat and stood up.

Simultaneously.

Tsutsutsutsuts... ...

Dark steam started to ascend from Vikir's whole body.

The sound and smell of consuming tissue, and dark smoke surging out.

Be that as it may, it wasn't consuming tissue, it was recovering at a stunning rate.

A marsh lizard.

The supportive powers of this gigantic land and water proficient, saturated in the enchanted sword Satan, had totally revamped Vikir's body.

At last, Vikir talked.

" ... ... yet this is inside the room for give and take."

With a voice sufficiently cold to make Madame flinch, the dog started to barrel its teeth vigorously.

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