Iron Blooded Hound

'Just the ancestry of the Baskevilles will actually want to choose this 'Baalzebub'.'

The text makes reference to the last name of Baskeville and Demon's most memorable name.

"... ... Was this a relic viewed as here?"

Vikir followed the state of the blade with very fine light emissions from broken ruby shards.

A dark drill with a lengthened nose jutting from a three-dab formed blade stand, round and rosy like a ruby.

The rough handle region is sparkling green and seems to be an enormous fly.

Vikir knew the personality of this relic.

As a kid in his past life, he plainly saw it in an outline on a page in a legend book.

'Baalzebub, the greedy fly'

Making sense of the beginning of this sword is long.

To momentarily sum up.

In the folklore of the far off past, there were evil heavenly bodies called the 'Seven Debacles', uncommon wicked monsters that attacked this landmass, and all people on the whole mainland combined efforts to overcome these devilish groups of stars.

Furthermore, the remaining parts of these seven satanic star groupings were left in this world in any structure, whether material or notional, and regardless of being in a position where they could never again obstruct the law of circumstances and logical results, they held a portion of the power they had throughout everyday life.

One of them was this blade, Baalzebub.

The heads of seven families, including the primary top of the Baskeville family, each crushed one devil heavenly body.

Hence, the remaining parts of Baalzebub were kept in the Baskeville family's bequest, and the solid evil energy discharged by this antiquity drew strong beasts close by. It is an old legend that couple of individuals have confidence in at this point.

'Be that as it may, the legend was valid, and later this blade would fall under the control of the devils.'

This failed to remember antique abruptly showed up on the war zone one day and drove innumerable people to their demises.

Indeed, even among the evil spirits, the proprietor of this sword proceeded to change, and maybe the quantity of devils far surpassed the quantity of individuals killed by this blade.

... Yet, presently the circumstance is somewhat unique.

Baalzebub's antique came into Vikir's hands.

In my past life, I was burglarized by evil presences and didn't realize it was taken, however that won't be the case now.

buzz buzz-

The blade started to reverberate with the mana produced by Vikir. The wings of a fly is clearly in my ears.

Vikir loosened up his hand and stroked it, and the blade, Beazelbub, started to be consumed into the center of his hand as though it were essential for Vikir's body.

... Pod!

As Vikir loosens up his hand for strength, dark breaks from the vein side of his wrist.

Beazelbub would subsequently conceal discreetly inside Vikir's body, and when he needed, it would spring out and act as an extra blade.

However.

Beazelbub is an odd sword produced using the body of an evil spirit star grouping.

This isn't the finish of this otherworldly capacity.

... growl!

When Baalzebub settled inside Vikir's out of nowhere felt extremely powerless.

"... ... what is this."

Vikir was somewhat shocked.

In my past life, he was accustomed to starving for a week and eating everything in one dinner.

At the point when he went out into the field, he frequently remained in concealing drinking just water for a month.

A champion that has been prepared so cruelly can get through things like this without any problem.

Indeed, even in a body of a kid it was basically impossible that he would be this powerless.

... growl!

Yet again his stomach turns as though angrily.

Vikir understood that this outrageous yearning was not ordinary.

"Is it true that you are requesting something?"

Truth be told.

Lucifer disturbed Vikir with the buzz of wings.

sniff-

Maybe his feeling of smell has likewise become touchy, and he smells flavorful some place.

It's the smell of devils. An appealing smell drifted from outside the prison.

Vikir slithered out of the prison and strolled into the woods.

As he moved toward the boundary region and gets back to where he came from, his smell developed further.

The principal thing he experienced was the carcass of a hellhound.

Baalzebub didn't call, however he stood out first.

As it ought to be, a dog that uncovered its teeth without being requested by its proprietor should be rebuffed.

Yet, Vikir made an exemption this time.

Since the craving he imparted to it was so extreme.

'Seems as though he's famished for quite a while.'

The carcass on which Baalzebub was installed and the dirt around it were extremely dry and curved.

No, maybe it is a result of Baalzebub's frantic craving that the whole Le Rebel Mountains are comprised of dead trees and dried soil?

Then, at that point, how much food did he have to supply to assuage this later on?

"... ... ."

Vikir shook his head and brushed away his considerations.

Baalzebub's power was sufficient to bear the cost.

yet.

The Baalzebub that Vikir knew started to uncover its power.

swallow swallow swallow

The Hellhound's cadaver, Baalzebub caught in the neck, started to suck blood at an amazing rate.

Blood and destroy juices enter Vikir through Baalzebub's borer pipe.

The hungry was filled.

... shimmer!

Vikir saw that one of Baalzebub's three eyeballs shined outstandingly red.

'I got the ability.'

Yes. Vikir's instinct is right.

Baalzebub, a voracious fly, had the ability to take the other individual's exceptional qualities or strengths while alive.

The width of retention was near boundlessness, and innumerable individuals were denied of the multitude of accomplishments they had made all through their lives to Baalzebub and transformed into clumsy individuals.

Sadly, this is destructive , so there is no such expanding influence.

Just 3 abilities can be taken from the adversary.

Vikir's Baalzebub acquired an expertise by sucking the blood of a hellhound.

<Baalzebub, a voracious fly>

-1 opening: Dying - Hellhound (B+)

-2 space: none

-3 opening: none

A capacity that is just appeared by Vikir's will.

Whoever is stung by this drill will feel the full human force of the dogs of agony.

As a general rule, even shallow and minor injuries that don't drain will constantly draw blood after some time, and draining endures significantly longer than ordinary injuries.

Meanwhile.

Rugged rough

Baalzebub sucked the hellhound's cadaver until it was nearly embalmed before it fell.

The expertise was removed immediately, yet it appeared to be that he was basically eager.

Vikir likewise felt his yearning die down to some degree.

... growl!

In any case, all things being equal, he was as yet eager.

The tasty smell that passed my nose was all the while drifting from a long way away.

Vikir speedily escaped the timberland.

Ultimately, a natural limit line shows up.

cradle.

You can see the space where the offspring of the Baskevilles take their tests.

At the point when he crossed the line, he saw an opening he had dug under a stone somewhere far off.

Luckily, it appears to be that the oversight of the aide canines has not as yet come.

Indeed, regardless of how 'support' it is, the region is very huge. The management of the aide canines could not have possibly arrived at all pieces of the test site.

Moreover, since he was simply sitting in the pit for quite a while, obviously Vikir was at that point named a protected observation target and his reconnaissance was ignored.

Vikir crossed the limit and went down to the hideaway and eliminated all the dirt and fallen leaves that had been delicately covered.

After a short time, a tantalizing piece of meat shows up.

Cerberus. It was fanned out as it was the point at which it passed on.

buzz buzz-

Baalzebub, who smells the fat meat, is extremely partial to it and bites the dust.

The wings of a fly became stronger.

Before long, Baalzebub set his teeth into Cerberus' body and started to pig out himself on meat and organs.

Yet, Vikir halted Baalzebub.

"Wah-Hold up This is evidence of down to earth assessment. Assuming that you harm it to an extreme, it will be hard to make sense of when you do a post-mortem later."

In any case, Baalzebub couldn't care less and pushes in from the nose.

Vikir's appearance turned horrid.

"no!"

match!

Vikir hit the rear of his hand viciously.

He hit the rear of his own hand.

Keeing... ...

Baalzebub at long last seen and taken out the teeth from Cerberus' body.

Vikir saw fresh blood and capacities going through the veins on the rear of his hand.

<Baalzebub, a ravenous fly>/Drill

-1 opening: Consume (Fire) - Cerberus (A+)

-2 opening: Dying - Hellhound (B+)

-Space 3: Rapid recovery - Norbegicus the Rodent (F)

Is it since Cerberus is an all the more remarkable beast?

1 space was involved by the blood of Cerberus.

Hellhound pushed to 2 spaces.

Furthermore, ridiculously, the third space had the blood of a rodent.

Maybe under Cerberus' carcass, the bones and stows away of a rodent that had been eaten were thronw about.

'Seems as though I can erase the past expertise in the event that I get a more grounded beast.'

Vikir giggled as he saw that among the three corridors that throbbed on his wrist, the course where the rodent's blood streamed had contracted specifically.

For the present, Vikir chose to let it be, as it would be smarter to have some different option from leave it unfilled.

Most importantly, it was an incredible reap to get the 'Consume' expertise of Cerberus, the watchman of misery.

Presently, the individual wounded by this won't be singed that ever recuperates normally by the blazes of the oil world moved by the damnation watcher Cerberus.

When you get wounded, you need to live with the consuming aggravation until you kick the bucket.

Taking into account that perhaps of the most terrible aggravation that people can feel is consuming torment, it probably been a lot of more regrettable than the draining expertise that a hellhound had.

"Presently I have all that I can get on this mountain."

There's not a lot to do now.

Simply loosen up like this for the rest of the commonsense assessment, present the assemblage of Cerberus to the aide canines and get in front of the pack assessment, and that is all there is to it.

What's more, maybe Vikir will be compensated for this.

"... ... ."

Vikir shut his eyes and actually look at his body.

As a wizard, he had proactively collected 4 mana circles.

The quantity of Baskeville teeth that can be drawn with his blade is three. No, perhaps four at this point.

This is the phase of checking out toward the start of an alum from the most elevated level of blade master.

'In the event that it is assessed daintily, it is the most elevated level of master, and assuming that it is assessed liberally, it is a novice graduate.'

Practically speaking, it is all in all correct to see it as a specialist since it is half lower than my capacity.

In his last life, regardless of how much mana he collected and how talented he was in battle, he was unable to draw multiple teeth due to the restrictions of the swordsmanship he had learned.

For reference, the ongoing Hugo has 7 teeth, and the Hugo prior to returning knew a swordsmanship that could draw 9 teeth.

Baskeville Type 9.

This is a swordsmanship that just reaches out to the family head and his immediate relative, the oldest child who will succeed the family, and the charlatan child who will help him.

It was an honorable and refined swordsmanship that was on an alternate level from the fourth recipe that Vikir had learned.

However, presently it's unique.

"... ... 10 meals."

Baskeville Type 10. ten teeth.

A definitive express that no Baskeville in this world could reach.

An unbelievable swordsmanship reading material that contained the lessons of the primary top of the family who were said to have quelled the satanic group of stars having a place with the Seven Fiascos in the far off past.

Vikir knew where the fortune was.

'I don't need to go the distance.'

Startlingly, it is decaying in an extremely close spot, among various books that are so normal and close that anybody can undoubtedly understand them.

who will give it to you?

Hugo Le Baskevilles, the top of the Baskeville family.

He will hand it over to Vikir himself.

He was unable to try and envision how much the worth of the gig book he gave over was.

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