Chapter 121: Chapter 121: Age of Destruction
.... Uh, how?"
Set regarded up, his eyes huge.
Vikir van Baskerville. Hugo's illegitimate son.
He ought to be a few lowly bastard from a mere beginning.
just another hound to be used and discarded.
but, it changed into additionally actual that he became born within the fastest time ever to pass thru the Cradle of the Sword and become favored by way of the River Styx, and from an early age, he hunted excessive-rating demonic creatures along with trolls and Cerberus.
venomous snakes had been positioned in the cradle to dispose of him early on, but they failed.
now not lengthy ago, he miraculously returned from the battlefield after being concept to be lifeless, revealing a lovely success of Intermediate Graduator.
At simplest seventeen years old, he had carried out the rank of Intermediate Graduator, a feat nobody else in Ironblooded Baskerville had ever finished.
Even the primary son Osiris, rumored to be a genius, turned into over thirty years old when he reached Intermediate Graduator.
So even as Vikir proven his energy within the feast hall, Set clicked his tongue.
'Tsk, tsk, he shouldn't monitor all his secrets like that.'
strength must be shown carefully and hidden sparsely.
That way, you can make the maximum of your future with much less strain from the ones around you.
wearing your power on your sleeve changed into the behavior of children who desired the praise of adults.
In that feel, Vikir become nevertheless a baby who didn't want to be watched.
as a minimum, that's what Set thought.
... however.
In-character, Vikir's actual character become some distance more ambitious. almost improbable to the naked eye.
Who could have thought that at the age of just a few years, he might have finished a stage of mastery that could allow him to cross into the area of the excellent.
"'superior Graduator ... No, excellent?'
Set's mouth become 1/2 open on the sheer unreality of the sight.
certainly, if it weren't for his enemies, he would possibly have concept it become a sight to behold.
meanwhile, towards Set's dazed expression, Vikir unleashed all of his hidden combat strength, with out restraint.
"You don't have eyes to peer anyway, so it doesn't count number."
" ...I don't have eyes to see, little brother, due to the fact you do."
"It's an eye with a purpose to quickly be long past."
Vikir's next move wiped the smile off Set's face.
Kwaki-gigi-gigi-gig-.
Baskerville's 7th shape. A small but sharp flash of the seventh tooth, the one that best Patriarch can grasp.
while blended with the air of secrecy of a top-notch Graduator, its killing strength is enough to frighten even the very best-rating demons.
"You're insane, how could you operate a seventh enamel that best a patriarch can master!"
Set exclaimed in astonishment, but he couldn't manage to pay for to be amazed.
Vikir hadn't afflicted to inform him that he knew how to deploy the 8th, ninth, and even the 10th.
He just saved silently swinging his sword until he mastered the 7th and broke through the wall beyond.
Bang! Bang! Kagagak!
the surrounding stalactites and stalagmites bend like reed stems.
Set is backed into a nook with no time to seize his breath.
'He's an experienced bastard. Even the worn and tattered antique knights of Baskerville aren't like this....'
It was as if he became facing a mountain, a feeling much like when he had confronted one of the Seven Counts in the past.
Set gritted his tooth and swung his flamberg.
A Baskerville carnivore. Six tooth blocked seven enamel.
but.
The enamel that drew from the end of Vikir's blade had been fashioned in a different way than Set's.
"Stabbing fangs or no longer, what is this?"
by the point the query turned into requested, it changed into too overdue.
...Puff-puff-puff-p.c.!
Set's body explodes in all guidelines.
It's an ambush chew, one which exists completely to inflict ache on its opponent.
It sliced via the flesh and stabbed deep into its very core, unleashing seven lethal and irresistible stabs all over Set's body.
"Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Set stumbled returned, dragging his tattered body.
He may want to barely hold his balance after his left arm had been severed.
And Vikir, like a pro veteran, took gain of his enemy's hesitation.
...Thud!
One step returned, steps ahead.
boom!
One swing, two swings, and a cut down.
Pooh-pooh-pooh-pooh!
Baskerville's hound, loss of life's enamel, ferociously bites Set's entire frame.
it might be extra suitable to mention that it stabbed in preference to slashed.
"Eueueueug!?"
Set became not able to resist, seeing his flesh fall off as he was turned into pieces of meat.
He couldn't assume sincerely.
searching at this relentless sword attack, it changed into clear that it turned into not a ability that were killed once or twice.
'Nonsense! It's simplest a human, and seventeen at that! how many have you killed before?
Set slightly controlled to swing his sword returned.
however.
...Hook!
Vikir, the Hound of loss of life, closed the gap.
unexpectedly, the scent of Vikir assaulted Set's feel of smell.
It's a odor that no quantity of washing can erase, a odor that sticks to the soul, not the body.
it is the smell of a demon, or more specifically, the scent of a demon because it bleeds and groans in ache!
A ray of light shimmered in Seth's black eyes. It changed into a mild of terror.
'...Ah, demon hunter!??'
sure. In front of him. The young adult frame of this young.
Unbelievably, his soul exuded the heady scent of a butcher who had killed countless of his type.
Do dogs apprehend their masters and wag their tails?
Set felt his whole frame stiffen.
how many demons had he killed to date?
With each burst of Vikir's momentum, Set's eyes flashed before him a terrifying landscape, with mountains of demon corpses and rivers of blood flowing thru it.
"No, nonsense, nonsense! How could such a young man go through such an out-of-human demon scene!"
Set opened his mouth, but it was handiest to increase the volume of area for Vikir's assault.
Thwack!
Vikir's diminish flew in.
It sliced through Set's gums, knocking out numerous of his tooth and slicing via his tongue and uvula.
Sapuk.
It sliced into Set's left cheek, retrieved the sticking out sword tip neatly, and flicked it once.
"...."
Vikir started out to ask some thing but stopped.
I already realize his plan, and his purpose.
It changed into something he ought to bet, given his information before and after the regression.
'He's a higher being from the Demon Realm. He likely wants to spoil the human international.'
earlier than the regression, ten demon kings opened a gate to the depths of the Demon Realm and prompted an technology of destruction.
They have been known as the "Ten Corpses," referring no longer best to the ten demons, however also to the 10 corpses that were taken over via them.
a number of them have been regarded, a few have been now not, and in the case of the Set Baskerville earlier than us, they had been no longer recognized.
'...for even I did not understand his identification until the day of my execution.'
Even the heroes who closed the gates and ended the Age of Destruction have been in no way able to find the ten Commandments and condemn them as soon as and for all.
however.
This time is distinct.
The Age of Destruction has no longer but began.
The gates to the depths of the Demon Realm have not begun to be opened, and the ten Commandments that could open them haven't begun to appear.
And Vikir had already found considered one of them.
"You die here."
Vikir declared.
If you can kill him right here, the future will trade.
Killing one of the Ten Commandments could no longer save you the Age of Destruction from going on in any respect, however it'd gradual it down immensely.
this would provide Vikir a whole lot extra time to plot.
Time to solidify his plan and put together for every variable.
'i will in no way lose a single game'
With all mistakes and variables blocked and sealed off earlier, Vikir swung his sword with all the energy he had before his regression.
His swordsmanship turned into even greater noble than before his regression, his air of secrecy even greater effective, and the blade of his magic sword, Beelzebub, blazed with solar-like red mild.
And clearly, Set who became best an Intermediate Graduator, with the electricity of a sophisticated one, changed into unable to parry Vikir's sword.
"Gaaaah!"
Set screamed through his tattered frame.
although he become weak, that turned into handiest by using Baskerville's standards. As Hugo's 2d-born son, his capabilities shouldn't be inferior.
The problem changed into, he had his mother's vulnerable bones and pelt, and couldn't incorporate the effective qualities he inherited from Hugo.
So irrespective of how difficult he attempted, he ought to handiest turn out to be a Graduator advanced, and that become his restrict.
This become a horrible humiliation for a genius outside the same old, a person who had accomplished super matters, even supposing it turned into with the aid of blood.
nevertheless, it was not anything new for Set.
due to the fact before Vikir, it was Osiris.
"Mmph... mmph!"
Blackened blood dripped from Set's eyes, nose, and mouth.
A terrible sense of inferiority washed over him.
Seeing this, Vikir hesitated.
'was Set's soul still there?'
obviously, Set's frame were taken via the demons after he changed into hanged.
however it regarded clean that someplace within the depths of his soul, Set's reminiscences and personality remained.
'but that was that, and this is this.'
although he paused for a second, it became a rely of the mind, and the arms and knife have been nevertheless relentlessly slashing at Set.
%! %! percent! %!
Seven enamel flew out, cutting thru Set's complete frame.
sooner or later.
"How dare you, you grimy Baskerville, you filthy hound!"
eventually, Set, or rather, the factor that had been sporting Set's skin, showed its real colours.
Tsutsutsutsutsutsutsuts...
Formless magic erupted from the holes in Set's frame.
It soon wriggled like the mud on a doll and started out to take shape right into a single, massive form.
And Vikir found out the character of the demon that had consumed Set's frame and soul.
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threat rating : S+.
size: ?
determined in: in the depths of the Gate of Destruction, 'The Serpent's Womb'
-Nicknamed '10th Corpse'.
one of the ten catastrophes that cause humanity's natural enemy, incomprehensible, and unkillable.
"They shall swarm like flies."
– 『the 10 Commandments』 10: pinnacle-
The final boss, " Ten Corpses (十上尸)". one of the ten pinnacle corpses.
one of the ten keys that unlocked the Age of Destruction.
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