Iron Blooded Hound

Chapter 170 - 170: Corruption Exposed

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Corruption Exposed

[Exclusive] declares war on Nighthound!

"I must meet him again."

On the morning of January 0, the Saint Dolores family of Quobadis has strong hostility towards Nighthound. showed that.

The serious expression on her face as she bit her lip and muttered something gave off a suffocating feeling of foreboding.

The result shows whether Nighthound or Quobadis are worthless.

On the other hand, some point out that Dolores, who is usually soft-spoken and euphemistic, is now using words so stubborn and strong that a "holy war" has been declared.

Various newspapers began to be published.

When the volunteers returned to the Colosseum Academy, they were surprised to read an article in the academy's weekly newspaper.

"Oh, the article has already come out? We were at the scene of this story."

"Hmm. The manager has declared a holy war."

"I wasn't in the mood for that. This article... I think you've gone too far.''

Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy each said something to the newspaper.

Beside her, Bianca and Sinclair nodded.

``That's a journalist's job. To get ratings, you have to sensationalize.''

``Hey, Vikiel, what do you think?''

Sinclair asks, and everyone heads in her direction. I see.

Vikir was standing a few meters away from the group.

"..."

Vikil is reading a newspaper article while walking quietly.

He feels lonely and depressed.

"Why is he in such a bad mood? Hey, won't you come with me? Then I'll go first."

When Bianca opens her mouth to make a sarcastic comment, Tudor says, Said. He was sitting next to her, and he slapped her in the face.

"Hello. Are you inconsiderate?"

"What? What do you think?"

"How do you think Vikir is feeling right now?"

``Tsk, tsk, you inhuman. You're the same as always.''

Tudor turned his head slightly to look at Vikir behind him.

Then he turned to Sancho, Piggy, Bianca, and Sinclair.

``Vikil, he peed in front of everyone yesterday.''

``...that was a lot.''

``Your brother must be feeling really bad right now.''

Tudor, Sancho, Piggy, Bianca, and Sinclair each gave their comments.

Finally, Tudor nodded.

``Vikil, he probably wants to be alone right now.''

``I know. I would have done the same."

"I'm afraid that hasty comfort can be poisonous."

"Maybe he needs to pee; hey, he's shy. I don't think he's going to clap or anything."

"No, I'm nervous, to say the least."

Sinclair looked back at Vikiel and muttered something sad.

"I don't mind if my brother pees on me."

"?" Of course, you don't mind. You're so cheap.''

Tudor told everyone and clapped Sinclair on the shoulder.

``Okay. Now, let's leave Vikir alone for a while. Piggy, why don't you sleep in our room tonight so he can be alone?''

``Huh?

``How do you like it? Let's work together later.''

``Okay, thank you, Sancho.''

Piggy seems to have met many other children through this volunteer work. .

Of course, they left to give Vikir some time to himself.

On the other hand,.

``Thank God they go first.''

Vikir crept to the side and watched his classmates crowd in front of him.

Thursday

Vikil returned to the dormitory and sat alone at his desk.

A small wreath and incense sticks were placed on the desk.

As the incense burned, Vikir silently held up a wreath.

It was Nymphet's memorial.

"Are you too hard on her?"

"No"

"That's not a no, it's a different!" She wants to kiss you like that! "

The conversation I had with the saint before we parted came back to mind.

``If I had known this was going to happen, I should have waited until I kissed you.''

Vikir frowned slightly.

"I have to hunt more."

When the era of destruction comes, countless innocent children will die like nymphets.

To prevent this, more dedicated demon hunting was needed.

Demons will be killed, and the traitors who joined his ranks will also be killed.

``For that, we need to check the crops, right?''

Vikir took something from his chest.

It was a black leather bag, and Ephebo, Hebe, Pedo, and Geront each carried one.

Each of these bags looked alive, threads pulsating beneath the black leather.

I tried to summarize it.

"That's..."

Vikir's eyes widened slightly.

It was a large mask.

An oversized mask that looks like a combination of a bandana and a hood.

His ears had two pointed protrusions that looked like the scalp of a doberman with his ears cut off.

And Vikir already knew what it was.

``So this is what I get for my money.''

The mask gave off an eerie aura.

It was an artifact comparable to the demon sword, Beelzebub.

Mask "Picaresque"

Dog Aspect +0

-Human Face - Animal Shape (????) -Off

Vikiel closed his eyes and remembered the information on the artifact.

A long time ago, he had seen it in a book about all things in the East.

"It was a mask that grew stronger the more you killed your own kind."

The mask was a demonic mask that gave humans the power to kill their own kind when worn.

I've also heard that the mask has mystical powers that grant the wearer incredible healing and mana reserves.

"I've heard that there are side effects."

Vikir decided to try on the mask.

Flutter.

He took off his mask and put it on his head.

"...!"

Vikir felt a change in his body.

His body and strength, which had been torn apart in the last battle with Dantalian, began to recover rapidly.

That was a regeneration level that far exceeded Swamp Salamander.

"This is amazing!"

Swamp Salamander's regenerative power was excellent at repairing damaged bodies, but it was unable to restore physical or mental strength.

However, with this mask, you can recharge your tiredness at any time.

But there was a problem.

"...?"

Vikir gasped as he realized how small he had become.

"haeg-haeg-haeg-"

He quickly turned to the mirror and saw a black dog, a mass of black fur, panicking in the room.

``Is this me?''

Vikil gasped as he saw himself in the mirror.

There is a saying that goes, "Alcohol turns you into a dog," but this is only used as a metaphor.

Other words include ``less than a dog,'' ``less than a dog,'' and ``like a dog.'' They are all just metaphors.

But Vikir himself is now a real dog.

She has shiny black fur, sharp teeth, cute little eyes, and pink jelly on her paws.

He's like a puppy.

"Wait, is that a side effect of the mask?" Oh no! "

I screamed in my heart.

"Grumbling~"

The only sound that comes out of the throat is that of a puppy pooping.

Deep "Picaresque" Mask

Dogami Aoya +0

-Human Face - Beast Form (Human Face ??) -On

The status of the artifact is a little strange. Vikir felt the artifact turn off and on again.

Vikir immediately touched his neck with his paw.

Fortunately, traces of the mask were still left.

When Vikiru showed his will to remove the mask, it slipped from his flesh and skin as if it had a will.

Mask "Picaresque"

-Fratricide +0

human face; animal shape; off

Off again.

Vikir quickly changed back to his human form and stood naked in front of the mirror again.

Vikir looked at his clothes on the floor and laughed.

``It's a good idea to take off all your clothes at once before washing.''

I gathered myself and put the mask back on, and this time I didn't turn into a dog.

The boundary between on and off is clear, so the wearer can change the mask when they want to and may not be able to change it when they don't.

Vikir took off his mask and kept it for safekeeping.

"I think the ability to transform into a dog at will is a secondary ability, not a side effect."

The ability to transform into a dog will be a nighthound in my future career, helpful in many ways. .

It not only makes me more resilient but also helps me escape from prying eyes.

"Well, was it possible to keep pets at the academy?"

Fortunately, there is no rule against keeping animals in the academy dormitory.

Many students have pets such as owls, pigeons, turtles, and hamsters.

However, they were not allowed to keep large animals that could harm the surrounding area, such as bears and elephants.

Vikir saw it through the rules of the dormitory.

Pozak-

A noise caught Vikir's attention.

"...?"

The sound of something small and insignificant breaking.

Vikir turned his head to see what it was.

It came from his coat hanging in the corner of the room.

He rummaged through his pockets and found something surprising.

8-legged Madame Egg.

My black balls have become incontinent.

"Ah, this is the one that finally blocked Dantalian's spear."

I knew it was surprisingly hard and resilient, but I never thought it would be able to withstand a monster's spear.

But when I looked at it now, it wasn't even scratched.

Pachi, pachi, pachi!

The shell exploded.

"Even his mother, Mrs. Eight Legs, dissolved the egg in acidic saliva to withstand the impact."

Vikir stared at the egg in disbelief.

Then.

Bang!

The hull was completely destroyed.

The object inside opened its eyes for the first time and looked at Vikir.

"...?"

Vikir shook his head.

I saw something like bread baking inside the cracked shell.

It was a creature he had never seen before.

And when the creature woke up, it saw Vikir for the first time.

When Vikir shook his head, the creature also shook his head and imitated Vikir's actions.

Vikir was a little nervous.

Although small and insignificant, it was clearly the child of Madame Eight-Legged, the ruler of the Deep Nightmare.

Vikir nearly died many times trying to hunt giant spiders.

But.

Amazingly, the dust thing flew straight into Vikir's arms.

He rubbed his face in Vikir's arms and began to make unexpected noises.

[Woof, Hegheg, Cooking King]

It was like a newborn wolf pup.

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