The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound

Chapter 437: Dreaming the Impossible (1)

Crack-crack-crack-

The sudden appearance of a rift in mid-air was enough to terrify Monte.

“What the hell is this!?”

Amdusias was the only one who could know what was happening inside the Abyss, so Monte couldn’t see what was going on..

Monte was horrified to see the blazing portal and the blades emerging from it.

For a moment, a thick fog clouded Monte’s vision, and strange sights and sounds began to assault his senses.

[…A good person.]

A voice, as weak and unstable as the final breath of a dying beast, with an unclear origin and identity.

As Monte scratched his ear, bizarre visions started to appear before his eyes.

A swamp of blood and flesh, a mountain of bones, an atmosphere completely drained of mana, a massive mushroom cloud rising beyond the distant horizon.

…And an endlessly sprawling barren desert.

…A colossal tower standing tall in the middle of the desert.

…An old man in black clothes walking desolately towards the tower.

Each vision pierced Monte’s mind in fragmented pieces.

‘These are Amdusias’s memories. What did he see before he died?’

Monte rubbed his temples in disbelief.

An unprecedented substance that twisted causality. A power capable of closing the space opened by a demon.

It was likely related to the rift before him.

…Finally, Vikir emerged through the door leading from the Abyss Tree.

Monte asked in disbelief.

“What did you use to tear the Abyss? It doesn’t seem to be your sword’s inherent power.”

“Blood.”

“Whose?”

Monte expressed repeated bewilderment at Vikir’s brief answer.

But Vikir wasn’t obliged to answer.

Drawing his blade, Vikir said, “Find out for yourself.”

Simultaneously, Vikir executed the fourth style of the Baskerville sword technique.

Monte had no choice but to stand up in response to Vikir’s swift and natural killing move.

…Boom!

The stone pillars were severed into pieces, and dust filled the air.

Behind Vikir… Dolores, Tudor, Sancho, Figgy, Bianca, and Sinclaire stood with resolute expressions.

As the dust settled, the true enemy hiding within the Donquixote Clan revealed itself before them.

Black armor and dark skin, made its eyes and nose invisible, but sharp white fangs were clearly visible.

Holding a large spear, it’s lower body fused with that of a dark horse, with the horse’s head reduced to a skull.

The black knight, enveloped in a blazing aura was no longer known as ‘Monte Donquixote.’

Fourth Corpse’ Chimera

Threat Level: S+

Size: ?

Location: Deep within the Gate of Destruction, ‘Womb of the Serpent’

– Also known as the ‘Fourth Corpse.’

One of the ten calamities known as humanity’s nemesis, the Unfathomable, and the Unkillable.

“The reckless frogs will rise.”

– 『Ten Commandments』 10: Up –

The Reckless Knight Chimera.

The appearance of the sixth key figure who led the era of Destruction.

Vikir briefly warned his comrades behind him.

“Breathing in his aura will fill you with unfounded confidence and euphoria, clouding your judgment. Avoid close combat if possible.”

Like the frog that swelled its belly trying to match the size of a bull, only to burst and die, Chimera possessed a bizarre ability that rendered his enemies recklessly bold.

When this ability was combined with the military strategy and tactics of Dantalian and Belial, the resulting disaster was beyond imagination.

He was one of the main reasons the Allied Human Forces suffered repeated defeats.

In Vikir’s past life, Donquixote’s invincible cavalry, under Chimera’s brainwashing, charged at windmills only to be utterly annihilated—a testament to his devastating power.

‘As we approach the Great Cataclysm, this bastard must be eliminated. And Donquixote’s restoration must be achieved.’

With resolute determination, Vikir took a step forward.

“Sir Vikir! I’ll support you!”

Dolores stood beside Vikir, offering her blessings.

The now perfectly synchronized souls of the two, gave Vikir an amazing boost in Aura.

Boom!

Vikir’s sword clashed with Chimera’s spear.

The result was a stalemate.

Neither Vikir nor Chimera gave an inch, continuing their fierce exchange.

**Boom! Clang- Crackle!**

The dark aura created by the spinning spear twisted and bent, forming the shape of a giant serpent.

The sword’s fang-like trajectories converged into a large sphere like aura.

It resembled a serpent opening its jaws to swallow the sun.

In the midst of this fierce battle, Vikir and Chimera endured the overwhelming pressure, continuously colliding.

Whoosh-

Each thrust of the spear punched holes through the layered walls.

**Boom!**

Each swing of the sword cut through everything behind, revealing the landscape outside the fortress.

[Astonishing. How can a human possess such power…] Chimera muttered in disbelief while Vikir was also deep in thought.

‘Chimera’s power is almost at the slevel as my past. The desperate demons are rapidly amassing power. Delaying further would be dangerous.’

It wasn’t just about the Fourth Corpse; the real threat lay in the Third, Second, and First Corpses lurking behind.

Vikir decided to expedite matters.

“Let’s attack together.”

Normally, he would handle the situation alone regardless of circumstances… but now was different.

Dolores, Tudor, Sancho, Figgy, Bianca, and Sinclaire’s faces lit up at Vikir’s call for help.

“Let us assist!”

“Trust me, friend!”

“I’ve trained hard enough not to be a burden!”

“Use my blood!”

“Showan opening, just one!”

“Big brother! Keep a bit of distance; I’ll support with magic!”

Dolores’ holy shield, Tudor’s spear, Sancho’s axe, Figgy’s sword, Bianca’s arrows, and Sinclaire’s magic all flew at Chimera, each radiating a different aura.

[Ugh! These annoying pests…!?]

Chimera swung his spear around, aiming a slash at his rear.

[Long tno see, Chimera.]

A crimson inverted pentagram created by Decarabia intercepted Chimera’ strike.

Before Chimera could shout anything…

…Thunk!

Night hound sank its fangs into its prey’s neck.

The fangs, now larger and sharper thanks to the saintess’s blessing, dug unhesitatingly into the demon’s flesh.

[Gah!]

Black froth began bubbling from Chimera’ mouth.

Rip!

Chimera retreated, sacrificing chunks of his neck’s flesh.

Soon, Monte’s face emerged from the horse’s chest.

It began to speak, shedding tears of blood.

[Fine. I’ll admit you’re troublessons of bitches.]

His tone remained calm, naturally so.

This was Chimera’s stronghold, meticulously prepared over a long time.

Currently, Chimera wielded the entire power of the Donquixote Clan.

[In that case, I shall respond with my full strength.]

Chimera then produced a blue horn, placing it in Monte’s mouth.

Tudor was the first to recognize what it was.

“That’s the horn to summon the invincible cavalry!”

Chimera had already recalled the invincible cavalry, who had been dispatched to the civil war zone, back to the main house.

And soon, the results began to show.

Tooo—

The horn’s sound echoed, and the ground started vibrating subtly.

Rumble-rumble-rumble…

Small pebbles bounced and danced on the floor.

Dolores and Sinclaire’s expressions hardened.

“That sound….”

“It’s the sound of horses running!”

The sound of countless horses galloping from afar.

Responding to the summoning command of their lord, the Donquixote Clan’s invincible cavalry, their strongest force, was returning!

The two pillars symbolizing the Donquixote Clan, the ‘Invincible Cavalry’ and the ‘Invincible Fleet’, were now being reunited with the cavalry’s full strength.

Tudor shouted.

“Vikir! The Donquixote Clan’s invincible cavalry is powerful enough to rival the Baskerville’s Seven Counts! If they join the battle, we stand no chance!”

Fortunately, the sea level was too low for the invincible fleet to reach this shore.

Had the fleet’s bombardment been added, there would truly have been no hope.

Blocking an incoming spear, Vikir spoke.

“The invincible cavalry. I’m well aware of their might.”

Moreover, they would be recklessly bold due to Chimera’ ability.

No matter how strong Vikir was, facing the entire invincible cavalry charging blindly was impossible.

…However.

Even with all these adversities, Vikir remained calm and unshaken.

“However, there is no need to worry. I’ve prepared a countermeasure for the invincible cavalry.”

Soon, the invincible cavalry of the Donquixote Clan appeared beyond the devastated wall.

Galloping across the vast horizon, they exuded an overwhelming aura even from a distance.

…But then.

Thud!

A peculiar incident began to unfold.

One of the leading knights, charging fiercely at the front, fell off his horse and tumbled to the ground.

The horse had tripped over something.

Crash! Crack!

The sphenomenon started happening repeatedly.

The formidable cavalry, charging with terrifying momentum, began to tumble to the ground along with their horses.

The reason was the iron rods sprouting from the ground.

These structures, resembling small, arch-shaped iron skewers, were perfectly sized to trip up the horses. They were scattered densely across the ground.

Unable to withstand the speed of their charge, the invincible cavalry tripped over these traps and fell.

Their charging speed decreased drastically. Their formation collapsed.

[What the fuck is going on?!]

Chimera’ mouth hung open in disbelief as he saw the invincible cavalry struggling to even reach the coastal area, let alone the fortress.

Even a demon found this unexpected situation shocking.

And at the stime.

Flutter—

Flaming red hair fluttered from the rooftop of a distant tower.

“Hey, hubby~! Over here!”

A clear voice rang out, drawing all eyes to the spire.

The owner of the traps, who had driven countless stakes into the ground and bent them to make them almost invisible.

A woman stood there proudly, her expression reflecting the culmination of four years of patience and conviction.

Camus Morg.