The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound

Chapter 92: Ancestral spirits (3)

A brief warrior who fought against the Empire.

A legendary figure who even struck fear into the Swordmasters of the Empire and had a commanding presence across the continent. The mythical Adonai, the strongest archer in history.

He was ‘Adonai.’

Since the history of Ballak began to be written, Adonai, the archer who had been considered the strongest, stopped the arrow released by Aquilla.

Short white hair, a parched face, lips that had disappeared, and determination clearly visible.

Whenever the black robe covering his entire body fluttered in the common aura, a large bow carried on his back became visible.

It was a bow with a very sharp end, with a very common color.

It had a strange appearance, like two insect legs connected together.

“……”

Vikir stared silently at Adonai in front of him.

It had been a long time since he had seen such a being up close, a master-class powerhouse, an existence at the pinnacle of existence.

The aura emanating from Adonai was as fierce and savage as that of Hugo Baskerville, perhaps even more so.

‘…Adonai.’

The Empire’s terror, the hero of the Ballaks.

It was a strange feeling to see a figure from the myths of the jungle with one’s own eyes.

But there was no time to be amazed.

Soon, Adonai raised the giant black bow.

There were no arrows or strings on the bow.

However, when Adonai clenched the opposite hand to the one holding the bow in the air, a thin thread connected the ends of the bow, forming an aura thread.

Like a spider pulling out a thread.

Sssss…

Surprisingly, the black aura connected the ends of the bow.

Adonai pulled his finger once and released it.

Then, arrows made of aura, just like the bow made of aura, were created and hung on the aura bow.

Kwak!

When Adonai pulled and released the bowstring, the common aura flew like an arrow.

“……!”

Vikir opened his eyes wide.

Even a High-Tier Graduator like Vikir couldn’t see it properly, it was so fast!

The fact that Vikir was able to deflect the arrow with his Beelzebub to some extent was due to half instinct and half luck.

Puff!

Adonai’s arrow hit Vikir’s sword and deviated, piercing through a giant log behind and making holes in the cliff rocks behind it.

Kurrung! Kwaquaqquang!

It was a scene as if countless blades had been born from the arrows and were causing a cataclysm.

Adonai’s arrows were monsters that could devastate the surroundings just by grazing them.

Facing them head-on would undoubtedly lead to unimaginable consequences.

“……Ugh.”

Vikir frowned and exhaled with a grimace.

Even though he had managed to deflect it, his wrist was tingling and his arm was throbbing.

Beyond the fact that the muscles in his forearm were torn, it was clear that his wrist bones had been damaged.

Even the Gooey aura stored in Beelzebub had been torn apart into lumps.

Adonai’s aura arrows were of an extremely hard solid density, that is, the realm of a master.

It was natural that it could easily tear apart the Goeey-liquid aura of a Graduator class.

Moreover.

Tsutsutsutsu…

The log struck by Adonai’s aura began to wither and die as if strong poison had instantly taken hold of it.

Even a centuries-old giant like this was quickly succumbing to the deadly venom.

Vikir once again focused on the large black bow that Adonai was holding.

At first glance, it seemed ridiculously large and long, but it was solid and lightweight, almost feeling weightless.

It had sharp ends and thorn-like spikes scattered throughout its length, resembling two insect legs joined together.

Vikir immediately grasped its identity…

Remnants of Madam Eight-Legs.

‘ When he had met Madam Eight-Legs before, he had confirmed that she had eight legs attached to her body.

That bow was likely made from the body fragments she shed before.

He recalled something Aiyen had said in the past.

‘Adonai was the only one who could compete with Madam Eight-Legs in battle.

You’re a respectable Ballak now, so show some respect for him.

Also, take pride in being his descendant.

‘

In the past, it seemed that Adonai had battled Madame Eight-Legs and won.

He had created the bow from her shed skin, and her deadly venom had imbued the bow itself.

This formidable black bow had apparently retained the poison even after Adonai’s death for a long time.

“It’s becoming troublesome,” Vikir muttered.

The opponent was not just a master but possibly an even more formidable Bowmaster.

The weakness of a Death Knight was that they recklessly poured all their attacks without consideration, leaving openings everywhere in close combat.

However…

Bang!

Bang!

Kwakwakwaquang!

In long-range combat like this, it was pure offense and defense combined.

Adonai’s aura arrows shot continuously, were composed of solid aura, and even deadly poison permeated them.

They tore through Vikir’s crimson liquid aura despite the resistance.

Vikir swung his Beelzebub, .

Six fangs clashed, leaving bloody marks, but despite his best efforts, he could only be pushed back helplessly.

Even as High-Tier Graduator, he was powerless in front of a Master.

It was obvious that liquid couldn’t defeat a solid.

However…

Tsutsutsutsu.

Vikir used the Ox Bear’s Heavenly Anchor skill to increase his weight and withstand Adonai’s arrow barrage without being pushed back.

But even with the six fangs of Baskerville, it was still insufficient to block Adonai’s arrow storm.

Each of Adonai’s arrows was stronger and harder than each of Vikir’s fang, and there were more of them.

Moreover, as both the bowstring and the arrows were made of aura, they didn’t wear out or run out.

Adonai was endlessly and relentlessly releasing the overflowing otherworldly energy unique to a Death Knight.

Kyung!

Kagagak!

Puff!

Puff!

Vikir, realizing that a head-on confrontation was futile, tilted his sword to the side and deflected the arrows, but he was gradually being pushed back.

Even his wide mana channel was already showing its limits.

The aura radiating through Beelzebub burst like honey every time it touched Adonai’s aura.

His trembling wrists indicated that his time was running out.

The ominous materials transmitted from all over his body were not just one or two.

If this continues, I’ll become a damn pincushion,’ Vikir thought.

He tried to move quickly to evade, but Adonai was faster than him.

Narrowing the distance was impossible, as the arrows flew like mad, and widening the gap was essentially suicidal when facing a Bowmaster.

If it were an ambush, there might have been a chance of success, but a head-on battle was futile.

Of course, it wasn’t about how to win but about how to survive. ‘…I should at least kill Aheuman.’ But with Adonai blocking Aheuman, that was also impossible.

All of Ballak’s warriors had tried shooting arrows, but they were all blocked by Adonai’s aura and the body of the black bow.

Just as Vikir was rolling his head trying to figure out a way, there was a kick that hit his cheek. “Slave! Move aside!” It was Aiyen, extending her slender leg to push Vikir’s head.

Puff – Just a moment ago, where Vikir’s head had been, a black flash flew away drawing a dark trajectory. “Ugh!” Aiyen’s calf was slightly cut.

Meanwhile, Vikir wiped the blood flowing from his forehead and said, “Thank you. Dying from a concussion is better than being shot by arrows.”

“No time to relax. He’s coming again!” Aiyen extended her hand and grabbed Vikir’s neck.

In the ground where Vikir’s groin had just been, a black aura arrow was stuck, making a deep hole.

“He’s targeting the groin as well. That’s definitely a male’s vital point.” Aiyen said with narrowed eyes.

Vikir chuckled at Ayen’s words. “You call him that. To the great Adonai.”

“For now, he’s Aheuman’s puppet. You can show respect after he’s transcended.”

Aiyen quickly nocked an arrow onto her bow. Ten or so arrows were flying at an incredible speed, all aimed at Adonai. Soon, they veered off into different trajectories, targeting different parts of Adonai’s body. But…

Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff!

With just one movement of his hand, Adonai caught all ten arrows coming from ten different directions. To make it more impressive, he clenched his fist, breaking all ten arrows.

“…Your hands are huge,”

Aiyen muttered as she watched the pieces of arrows falling. Soon, Adonai raised the black bow.

The target was clear. Vikir and Aiyen in front of him. Kwak!

With a sound as if a shell was fired, a Common Vortex erupted from Adonai’s black bow.

It tore through the surrounding air like a whirlwind of blades. There was no way to avoid it or block it; the destructive power and speed were beyond imagination!

Vikir and Aiyen were preparing for battle. Then, just as Adonai was about to discharge the pitch-black electric current from his bow, someone caught it barehanded.

Kwakigik! Chingang!

The aura of the rotating blades, like madness, was shattered by sheer strength alone. Adonai’s aura arrows, which had turned into black currents, dispersed.

“…!” Vikir and Aiyen widened their eyes and looked up at the figure blocking their way.

Even as blood dripped from her ripped hand, she stood unaffected. Aquilla, the Night Fox, stood firm and confidently representing the new generation against the representative of the old generation.