Episode 459: Suwon area infiltration operation (6)

A black barracks built on a dirt mountain.

There was a huge cauldron in the center of the barracks, and inside it were two huge snakes coiling.

Two snakes spinning around, biting each other's tails.

Every time the snakes circle the cauldron, red-hot venom accumulates in the center.

Then, the poison is heated by the wood fire burning underneath the pot, boils, and emits thick red vapor.

[Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr… … ] [Gyaaaaaaaaaagg-] [Kiik! Ugh!]The Germans lined up one by one into the barracks and were smoked by the red steam rising from this pot.

Crack! Wow! Sigh!

The Germans, who looked as if they were about to die, were transformed into a lively person as soon as they were exposed to the red steam.

Some people became so energetic that their body shapes changed into bizarre things.

And there is one person sitting on the throne at the top, quietly watching all of this.

"… … ."

A black robe covering his entire body and a large scythe on his back.

He was a person called 'The Harvester' by those who walk the night.

A mysterious person who stands at the forefront of this Tochka annihilation battle, especially at the forefront.

The Harvester silently watched as countless poisonous people were reborn in the poisonous fog of red death.

Right then.

… Quack!

A strange thing happened.

One side of the barracks seemed to be torn to shreds, and then some assailant broke in from outside.

Puff puff puff!

As soon as the gunman entered, he immediately blew off the heads of the Germans around him.

Dozens of Germans were unable to resist even once and ended up rolling around on the floor with only their heads left.

"… … !"

The harvester jumped up from his seat.

The amount of poison, manpower, and time required to manufacture a proper German combat soldier is enormous.

You shouldn't die like trash like this.

The harvester came down the stairs as if he was flying, and immediately swung his scythe and slashed at the assailant.

… Kang!

A strange man blocks the harvester's scythe with a ragged iron sword that looks like he picked it up somewhere.

For a moment, the harvester flinched.

This is because they immediately recognized the identity of the person who invaded the barracks.

The night hound 'Vikir van Baskerville'. A rare villain who was trapped in the Nouvelle Vague a long time ago.

… … But why did this person appear here at this moment?

Vikir flashed red eyes at the harvester in front of him.

Taang - crackle!

The iron sword pushes away the scythe, creating a pile of sparks.

The cheap iron sword lost countless of its teeth just by colliding with the scythe once, turning it into a lump.

But Bikir continued to swing his iron sword.

Kang! Kaang- Land! Taang-

An attack that feels reckless. Even the harvester flinched at the recklessness that made no sense whatsoever.

However, this is the headquarters of the Leviathan family, where countless Germans are located.

Chachachachachacha!

The large Germans stretched out their hands towards Vikir.

Each one of them is a monster with a grip that can distort even a cast iron pot.

Vikir swung his iron sword, which was now almost like a saw blade, and cut off the limbs of the Germans.

Pop, pop, pop! Wow!

Pieces of flesh and bone fragments with uneven cut edges scatter here and there in the air.

There was even a sense of madness in Bikir's knife slashing.

… … But in the end, it is a heavy and negative enemy.

Even Bikir had no choice but to succumb to the onslaught of the Germans, who used even the corpses of their comrades as shields.

Pow!

A single palm covered Vikir's face.

Pow! Pow!

Another palm above it.

Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow… … !

More and more palms covered Vikir's face.

Bikir, who was crushed by numerous Germans, eventually died with his entire body horribly mutilated.

The Germans seemed to be so angry that they tore Bikir's body into pieces.

yet.

… Tuk!

Bikir's body rolled around on the floor like trash, with only his upper body remaining.

The Harvester looked down at Vikir's body lying on the floor.

"… … ."

Finally, he stretched out his pale hand and gently swept Vikir's empty, open eyes closed.

… … .

Right then.

Quack!

The upper body of Bikir, who was thought to be dead, jumped up and bit the reaper's hand with its teeth.

"!?"

The moment the harvester is startled and puts his hands back.

… Quack!

The entire wall right behind the harvester's back was torn apart.

The barracks once again stumbled and many Germans died again.

"… … !"

The harvester quickly turned his head.

An unbelievable sight unfolded there.

Bikir. Bikir van Baskerville.

The man who had just been killed by the Germans was alive and moving, looking fine.

fluttering-

With the sound of blood blowing, Bikir began destroying the poisoners, swinging a spear that seemed to have been picked up from nowhere.

Accurate and powerful stabs were blowing away the Germans' vital parts, including their faces and chests.

Once again, sprays of blood and flesh ripple throughout the barracks.

After hesitating for a moment, the harvester launched himself and blocked Vikir.

Taang-

A winding scythe flew out from the hilt and kicked away Vikir's spear.

The Germans' palms continued towards Vikir's now empty abdomen.

Pufufufufufu!

Bikir once again had to lose his life due to the Germans' general offensive and the reaper's scythe.

… … however.

Quack!

The barracks wall was torn again and Vikir appeared beyond it.

Bikir. Bikir. Bikir. Bikir again.

Numerous Bikirs appeared and tore the Germans apart.

As a result, the barracks were devastated, and the moonlight shining through the dark clouds illuminated the inside.

Only then did the harvester notice that there was something strange about the appearance of the Bikirs who had torn the tent and invaded.

Black hair and red eyes. However, the skin color of the whole body is different.

The skin of all Bikirs is as black as obsidian.

Not only was the inside of the barracks dark, but the dark red fog rising from the center made it difficult to identify them.

Puff! Kwakwakwak! Ujijik!

Each and every one of the Bikirs was violent and vicious. And he knew how to handle various weapons like limbs.

The Germans were being torn apart like water-soaked leaves in the face of a fighting power that was not human-like, or rather, a violence that made them question whether they were even living creatures.

… bang!

In the end, the cauldron in the center of the barracks was destroyed due to the riots of numerous Bikirs.

The two snakes inside were startled and hid in a corner, and the thick red fog that had been rising was also extinguished.

Cheok-boo! Deng Geng-

The harvester, who was swinging a scythe to cut the bodies of the Bikirs, was greatly embarrassed when he saw that the cauldron was broken.

The same was true for the Germans who were gathering outside the barracks.

slap-

The Harvester ran out of the barracks and looked around, but there was no being that looked like Vikir's true form.

Puff! bang! Gurgling!

The only thing that could be heard was the flames rising from various parts of the barracks and the noise of black vikirs running rampant here and there.

* * *

A few hours ago.

Vikir opened Andromalius' barrier beneath the hem of the blood wind.

What came out of it were small creatures that looked exactly like Vikir.

Doppelganger leech.

The leeches that Bikir took from Black Tongue as he left Nouvelle Vague appeared to have grown.

"Oh my, you're so cute. "What are all these?"

"Hmm, it sure looks like I want to take in and raise one."

"… … Brother, where did you give birth to your children? right?"

"friend. Is this really a leech? "It looks so similar to you?"

"Even though I saw it once in Naraksu last time, I still can't get used to it."

"Maybe it's because he grew up drinking Vikir's blood, but he looks exactly like Vikir. "Just put on the clothes I brought and it'll be perfect!"

"Wow, they really look the same, even with the clothes on. It must be incredibly confusing for the enemies... … ."

Camus, Dolores, Sinclair, Tudor, Sancho, Piggy, Bianca, etc. were all mini-me's that looked so similar to Bikir that I was amazed at them.

Except for one thing: skin color.

"Now, eat."

Vikir fed the leeches a large amount of blood that had never been given before.

The leeches grow strong after drinking the blood shed by Vikir.

Soon, Bikir unleashed the leeches in the middle of the German barracks.

The leeches, who had already been brutally improved by their black tongues, began to run wild, attracted by the smell of blood and death coming from everywhere.

"… … "It's rewarding to have grown up while working hard."

Vikir nodded as he watched a number of leeches rushing towards the barracks on the dirt mountain.

"boyfriend! Ignition is complete!"

Camus can be seen waving his hand from afar.

Bikir also nodded his head and gave a signal.

Eventually, Camus, who recognized Vikir's signal, unleashed Mana.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwak!

Flames and iron skewers erupted from beneath the earthen mountain.

The Germans who were coming down the slope had their feet and stomach pierced by iron skewer traps and were unable to move.

The fire began to spread in all directions, using the barracks and the struggling Germans as firewood.

… Grumble!

Bikir turned his head after seeing that the fire had spread to the warehouse of military provisions eaten by ordinary soldiers.

Tudor, Sancho, Piggy, Bianca, Sinclair, and Dolores, who had succeeded in moving and starting the fire ahead, were also sending signals indicating the completion of their mission.

Bikir and Camus also quickly joined the group.

"Now we're going straight to the water source."

All you have to do is go to the mountain peak in the back, blow up one side of the lake, and turn on the water, and everything will be resolved.

Not only would it be possible to secure drinking water, but it would also be possible to wipe out Leviathan's troops in one fell swoop.

'Maybe this will be the final mission.'

Bikir ran quickly towards the shadow of the ridge in front of him.

It was the final finish line where Tochka's fate depended.