Jiying- Jing-
The magic sword Beelzebub vibrates on the wrist of the right hand.
It was baring its teeth towards the darkness in front like the tip of a compass.
and.
"Where are you going in such a hurry, Major Garum, 'the dirty dog'?"
A Black Tongue Colonel appeared from the darkness in the direction Beelzebub was pointing.
"No, should I say Major Vikir, the 'Hound of the Night'? Hehehehehe-"
Black Tongue had grown much larger than the last time I saw him.
It is clear that each and every fiber of the muscles writhing throughout the body is made of leeches.
They were jumping around, expanding and contracting repeatedly.
The black tongue stretched out arms that were longer than the legs.
Then, he crawled out of the darkness, pressing his palms, which were several times larger than his face, on the floor and walls.
"Aren't you Garum?"
"… … ."
"It's impossible based on common sense. "A low-level prison guard awakens one day and is instantly promoted to a high-ranking prison guard."
"… … ."
"Other idiots seem to be trying to hide their powers or something… … I'm not. "Are you the only person with common sense here in the Nouvelle Vague?"
The black tongue laughed through its torn mouth.
Bikir also chuckled.
"There's a lot to be said about what you learned from tasting blood."
"what? Did you just admit it? Hehehehehehe-"
"Yes."
There is no reason to disguise your identity now that you are leaving.
Vikir increased the Basilisk's strength and instantly erased the burn marks on his face.
As the messy hair fell back and the burn marks were completely removed, Bikir's original features were clearly revealed.
A black tongue stuck out in front of Vikir, who revealed his true face.
"Escaped prisoners are not my business, but I can't help it!"
at the same time.
Ahhhhh!
The darkness around the black tongue began to move rapidly.
As my vision seemed to get a little darker, a large palm flew straight in front of my eyes.
"… … !"
Vikir threw his head back.
The fingers of the rubber-like black tongue grazed my cheek.
Joowoouk-
Blood seems to be coming out of the wound, but is then sucked into the fingers of the black tongue.
however.
Patter-patter-patter-patter-
As Vikir's blood was sucked towards the fingers of the black tongue, it lost its strength and scattered on the floor.
The black tongue regained its vampire ability along the way.
"Hehehehe- Now that I think about it, your blood looks a little strange. "I think it will only be bad for your body if you suck it for no reason."
The black tongue seemed to have sensed the presence of a terrifying poison contained in Vikir's blood.
Fit-
Vikir lowered his body to avoid the flying palm and ran straight ahead.
As the cut hair flies backwards, the body of the black tongue moves closer to your eyes.
Throwing back his two arms, Vikir pulled Beelzebub from his wrist and aimed at the empty body of the black tongue.
at that time.
Jiiiing-
A jarring vibration burns my right arm.
The demon sword Beelzebub had been showing abnormal reactions ever since.
'… … what?'
It's a reaction I've never seen since I acquired it. It doesn't interfere with the battle, but something bothers me.
And while Bikir hesitated for a moment due to the vibration felt in his right hand.
"welcome."
The muscles of the black tongue reacted sensitively to Vikir's approach.
Each muscle fiber raised its head stiffly like a leech and attacked Bikir all at once.
It was as if hundreds of arms were sprouting from all over the body.
Bikir had no choice but to give up further approaches.
Then he swung Beelzebub and removed the leeches that were attached to Black Tongue's body one by one.
… Pow! … Puff! Patter-
The blood, flesh, and internal organs of the leeches that had become clots in the air began to fly in all directions.
In the meantime, Beelzebub continued to tremble, but it did not particularly hinder the battle.
Meanwhile, while Vikir was kicking away the leeches flying into the air, Black Tongue untied the strap of the bag hanging from his belt and began shaking out the contents on the floor.
It was a small ball, a leech egg.
The leeches that hatched from the eggs were crawling along the floor toward Vikir.
'It's the same paper that was attached to Kirko's stomach.'
Vikir's eyes sparkled.
The leeches that attach themselves to the body of the black tongue and suck blood are not very desirable, but those leeches that steal the other person's strength and appearance are personally greedy.
Black Tongue must have noticed Vikir's gaze and opened its mouth in a voice mixed with laughter.
"This is an ultra-rare species that I only recently succeeded in improving and cultivating after researching it my entire life. Have you ever heard of a 'doppelganger leech'?"
"No, I haven't heard of it."
"Hehehehe—of course it is. "This was a top secret even within the Nouvelle Vague!"
A purple tongue stuck out of its mouth, and another mouth opened at the end.
"For your information, the reason I was allowed to use prisoners or guards in the Nouvelle Vague as test subjects was all for the purpose of researching and developing these leeches."
"allow? "Who gave you that right?"
"Who could it be? Orca, that single-minded old man. That old man will do anything to strengthen the security of Nouvelle Vague. "You'd probably be willing to join hands with the devil, right?"
Black Tongue laughed and continued.
"Actually, the research and development ended a long time ago, but there are some things that I enjoyed more without calling it done."
After hearing those words, Bikir nodded quietly.
Suddenly, Kirko's face came to mind.
So that means she and her parents lost everything simply because of one psycho's entertainment.
The happiness of a family, all the joy and reward of parents, and all the love and happiness that a child should have enjoyed have all been sucked out by one leech-like human being.
'… … thank god. Because my dad is not a bad person, and my mom is not a pitiful person. 'Because I'm the only bad kid.'
I also remembered what Kirko said.
A ghost castle in the deep sea. A child born and raised here. She is a woman with nowhere to lean on.
"… … ."
Bikir took a deep breath. And he exhaled.
Whoop-
When all the hot exhaled breath came out, the vibration of Beelzebub that I felt in my right arm stopped coldly.
The night hound decided to be a dirty dog for just this moment.
"I will take your leech and spread the word about it. "Not now."
Bikir spoke briefly.
At the same time, Beelzebub's blade protruded from his wrist and sharply scratched the surrounding area.
… Pakang! Crackle! Drurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Gigigigigigigi-
The tip of the awl cuts the stone floor and wall without mercy.
Puff puff puff puff puff!
A huge number of leeches were crawling around, and every single one of them exploded and died.
"… … ."
The black tongue opened its mouth for a moment.
I was astonished at Vikir's prowess in killing every single one of those small leeches in the terrible darkness.
"It seems you are a much trickier prison escapee than I thought. Well, the fact that he removed the BDSM handcuffs was unusual. Hehehehehe-"
However, the black tongue still did not lose its composure.
The source of that leisure was soon revealed.
"… … !"
Vikir narrowed his eyes.
Suddenly, the black balls from before began to appear around the black tongue that slowly retreated.
'Did you install it in advance? 'I thought I was going to get BDSM.'
Vikir watched the corridor stretching beyond the darkness.
The leeches were so swollen that they could easily fit one or two people.
They can be seen clinging to the floor, walls, and ceiling, blocking Vikir's path.
"don't worry. I didn't tell anyone. "It won't help if idiots come."
Black Tongue laughed heartily and continued speaking.
"If anything, my children are much more capable. Now, take a look. This is also a new species I developed. 'Leech that sucks oil' and 'Leech that sucks body heat'! "It is difficult to reproduce and is a minor species, so mass production is difficult."
Both types of leeches were plump and had their snouts open towards us.
yet.
Puff!
The leeches began vigorously spewing out what was inside.
The oil-sucking leech spewed out a large amount of oil stored in its intestines, and the body-sucking leech spewed out a large amount of body heat stored in its intestines in the form of flames.
The hot oil bubbled and flew in, ultimately creating a huge fire.
The firepower was so strong that even Bikir felt like avoiding a head-on fight.
Puff puff poop!
Oil and flames sweep down the straight hallway, causing a loud explosion.
The dampness that had been hovering around had dried up, leaving nothing but charred stones and ash all around.
"Help, that's a shame. If there were just a little more leeches, the firepower would last a little longer. "Was this enough?"
The black tongue stared beyond the thick smoke and muttered.
however.
"… … !"
The eyes of the black tongue also become narrower.
After the flames and smoke cleared, something was visible in front.
It is an inverted pentagram burning with dark red light.
It was Bikir who used Dekarabia as a shield.
"hmm? Is this all? "It ends when it gets a little hot."
"Help, he's a guy who really pisses people off."
Black veins appeared on Black Tongue's forehead.
Eventually, he lowered his posture towards Bikir in front of him.
"good night. you won "I have no choice but to reveal my bottom line."
What the black tongue pulled out was a long sword roughly wrapped in bandages.
The handle is wrinkled and hard, like a whole piece of meat dried into jerky.
The black tongue carefully adjusted it and held it, with dirty bandages hanging tattered underneath it.
Bikir asked.
"Was he a knife wielder? "I've never heard of it."
"I guess so. "It has rarely been used against humans."
Black Tongue grinned and took off all the bandages that had been wrapped in place of the sheath.
And soon, the hideously distorted sword body caught Vikir's eyes.
"!"
At the same time, Vikir was able to understand the reason why the magic sword Beelzebub continued to transmit subtle vibrations to his right arm.
"… … "I never thought that knife would be here."
It was a resonance towards the compatriots.