Chapter 124: Chapter 124: Osiris' Regret
Hugo Les Baskerville asked.
"..., son, what are you doing there?"
An expressionless face. The tone so casual.
It's like a father coming out of a bar and seeing his son at the side of the street.
Hugo's informal tone became calm sufficient to make Andromalius hold his mimicry of the set.
[Ah, father, you're here on business...!?]
Andromalius' face lit up, after which he found out what turned into occurring.
He turned into now in demonic shape.
A demon that had taken over Set's body.
He's been visible. He have been stuck.
There's no point in looking to mimic it anymore, considering he's been stuck right there immediately.
but the way Hugo seemed down at Andromalius become as regular as ever.
Trash.
It didn't matter if it was Set or Andromalius, Andromalius with Set's body, or Andromalius with Set's soul.
sooner or later, the ugly object turns into invisible.
Hugo changed into looking down at Andromalius with such a gaze now.
"You appearance terrible, my son."
Hugo stated, nonetheless with the identical horrible indifference.
For a moment, Andromalius gritted his teeth.
["Son, son, don't do it. How dare you mock me on a human subject!"]
Andromalius' anger exploded at Hugo for daring to call him son when he knew better.
...that moment.
[...!?]
Andromalius felt the snake on his left arm stiffen as he reached for Hugo.
"What?
Andromalius began to surge out of the cavity, however stopped.
His toes had been tingling like rats.
With Hugo in the front of him, he was frozen in area.
'Why is my frame stiffening? Why?'
Andromalius is the king of the demons. Ten demons who crossed over to the human realm to result in an age of destruction.
but why does he freeze on the sight of a mere mortal?
'fear? That's not possible. Even in case you're a Sword grasp, you're only a human in the long run!'
despite the fact that, Andromalius discovered himself unable to move.
As plenty as he hated to admit it, it become obvious that this uncontrollable emotion surging within him turned into worry.
Andromalius ultimately understood the phenomenon.
I'm now not afraid, however I'm afraid? It sounds peculiar, but it's viable.
Andromalius became simply no longer frightened of Hugo.
The problem was the frame.
Set Les Baskervilles.
His body is scared of Hugo.
Andromalius's mouth is half open in disbelief.
A dog is an animal that cannot flow earlier than its grasp.
it's miles their destiny to go when their master calls them, even though they realize they may die.
'however he died a long time ago.'
Andromalius idea.
but the fear that Set felt for Hugo became beyond his creativeness.
A worry that become imprinted in his bones. A fear he would in no way overlook, even in death.
And it became affecting the following consumer of the frame, Andromalius.
'Oh, no, no, no, no, that is off the table! I should flow speedy...!'
Andromalius's face showed his impatience.
He turns his head and sees the river within the distance.
All I need to do is burst the dam in the front of me and draw the water into this cave, and it will likely be over.
but the corpse's ft, already frozen, don't pass at all.
They're even shaking, making it tough to stand at the ramp.
Andromalius is simply rolling his eyes.
"...I'm sorry."
An surprising voice rang out.
Andromalius looked up, and there has been Osiris.
He became shaking his head with an expression he had by no means seen before.
"I'm sorry, brother. I didn't assume you to be so crowded."
hearing this, Andromalius turned into full of pleasure.
So he turned his face to Set's and cried out mournfully.
[It's all because of you that I'm like this! If only you'd acknowledge me! If only you'd guided me to the right path, I wouldn't be like this! I wouldn't have sold my soul to the devil!]
"...."
With the ones words, Osiris shakes his head, his expression even more somber.
Andromalius changed into approximately to transport whilst he realized that the path Osiris was status became the simplest manner out.
...Pfft!
A dagger pierces his returned, sticking out from his breastplate.
[What the hell, this asshole is doing it again...!]
Andromalius cried out, spewing black blood from his mouth.
earlier than he knew it, Vikir, who had approached from behind, had pushed his sword through Andromalius' spine.
"I'm used to rock climbing."
He'd spent days and days mountain climbing on the manner to raid Madame's nest, so he became exact at it.
Vikir lifted his head and seemed up at Osiris above.
He had once notion Osiris cold-blooded, without blood or tears, however now that he had grown older, he could see his proper shades.
Vikir stated.
"Don't pay any attention to what he says, brother."
"...!"
Osiris regarded up.
Vikir spoke in brief.
"Brother Set has already died in adolescence, and this demon has best been performing, hiding in his pores and skin."
It become half of a lie, however there was no manner to show it, so what the hell.
Given the occasions, i'm able to't say plenty more.
As Vikir comforted Osiris, he located 3 or 4 extra stabs into Andromalius' frame.
simplest while Andromalius stretched out the snake on his left arm to counterattack did Vikir fall backwards, kicking off the rock wall and onto the ceiling.
Then, Vikir and Hugo's gazes met.
Nod.
Hugo nodded.
He was the Lord of Baskerville, but he was no longer authorized to name upon the dogs of Baskerville right now.
half a day.
For half an afternoon, Vikir is their master.
That turned into what Hugo had promised while he delivered the Pomeranian to him.
Vikir glanced up.
The moon inside the darkish clouds turned into slowly falling.
until its light faded and the sunrise's first rays rose, all of the Ironbloods belonged to Vikir.
Then the master gave the hounds their first command.
"bite and kill."
The goal is self-explanatory.
"Heh heh heh... ... You're cutting through all of the demons like that during my existence."
"A demon of the highest rank. this will be an amazing enjoy."
rely Boston Terrier and matter wonderful Dane sheathed their swords.
all of the seven counts, who have been simply collecting on the circle of relatives to peer Vikir, draw their swords right away, and terrifying killing cause burst forth.
Thud.
Osiris Les Baskervilles, a young grasp of the Iron Blood Sword circle of relatives, also drew his sword.
A cohesion that has by no means been proven because it's miles clumsy in expressing emotions.
while Osiris touches his sword, it spreads to a light bloody color.
It fluttered.
after which. The black gowns fluttered inside the wind.
700 Graduators, led with the aid of the seventh count, raised their swords.
Puff-puff-puff-puff-puff!
Andromalius's whole frame began to explode.
curb, shrink, slash. Stab, stab, stab.
limitless fierce teeth oviposited Andromalius' whole body.
Andromalius turned into immobilized via Madame's poison and the fear of his frame's original owner.
[Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!]
Andromalius unleashed his demon energy with all his might.
limitless bloodsucking flies have been unleashed.
A circle of relatives of grave-dwellers. The superb insects that once ruled this world soared high into the air.
however they couldn't upward push too high, pickled inside the water that ran down the cave partitions, the groundwater tainted with spider venom.
Thud.
Even extra so after Osiris' sword split Andromalius' spirit frame and Set's frame in half of on the same time.
[...urgh!?]
As Set's head flew into the air, Andromalius' head changed into also severed.
It was a becoming give up for a person who had introduced the continent to the threshold of destruction before his regression.
And now. The scenario turned into settled.
each Knight made their way into the schooling hall where Set were staying.
With Set gone, it changed into easy for anyone to enter the training corridor.
The foul odor of magic and poison, the corpses of flies, and the bones of youngsters strewn about had been enough to make all of us flinch.
"You've completed it again."
"He's my nephew, and he's great. I'm so proud of him."
Boston Terriers and great Danes come up to pet Vikir's head, displaying off their internal faces.
the alternative Seven Counts additionally sneak up on Vikir, pretending to recognise him, and showering him with praise and compliments.
"...."
in the meantime, Hugo and Osiris are silent as they look into the depths of the schooling corridor.
infinite strewn bones, strewn miasma, the rotten and twisted interior of the cave.
"...is this the inside of Baskerville."
Hugo's voice rose from the depths of his lungs.
He didn't show it, however he, himself, regarded bowled over.
Is it because of the corruption and death of the second son, or is it about a strong demon hiding nearby, or both?
I don't know what else is in his thoughts. No, perhaps even himself.
Osiris's mind, then again, turned into a touch less complicated to study than Hugo's.
"...Set."
Osiris stared into the deep pool in which Set supposedly resided.
a cold, slim, lonely den. was this where Set had spent all the ones years sprucing his sword and harboring his poison?
Osiris concept back to the lengthy years of Set's education.
in which had all of it long past so wrong.
Then.
Vikir progressed.
"you've got nothing responsible your self for, brother. that is all the work of demons."
but Osiris shook his head.
"No. I'm simply as responsible of giving the demon a chance. i'm to blame. Set has been a first-rate admirer of mine on account that he changed into a infant."
The confession changed into extremely sudden coming from his mouth. Vikir's eyes widened a bit, however he didn't display it.
Osiris spoke, a hint of sadness radiating from his expressionless face.
"it's miles the second one element to feel sorry for the corruption and loss of life of flesh and blood. previous to that, the humans of Baskerville, the youngsters who would become the future of the family, had been sacrificed so in many instances... ... and i regret that i have been neglecting it till now."
"...."
On that factor, Vikir could simplest nod.
however this happened even earlier than the regression. It wasn't something that might be stopped.
... simply then.
"What!"
A member of the Pit Bull Knights shouted within the distance.
Staffordshire Baskerville. The knight who assisted Vikir in the past stretched out his sword and shouted.
"Enemy, the enemy is alive, fleeing!"
At those words, more than 700 eyes grew to become in unison to one region.
It became the mask that underestimated the fantastic power precise to demons.
[Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, you stupid hounds! Die!]
Andromalius became fleeing with simplest his head.
He stretched his winged serpent tail down the cut aspect of his neck and flew away at exceptional pace. in the direction of the river in the distance.
[The time to open the gate will be delayed, but it can't be helped! That's what the other brothers will do! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha-]
Andromalius cursed on the Baskervilles and charged toward the dam.
....
...No, he was no longer going to run.
Thwack-
He would have if Hugo hadn't drawn his longsword from his belt.
...Flash!
a sound like explosives, a strike quicker than lightning.
In that brief second, every knight in Baskerville saw it.
Seven crimson thunderbolts, effective enough to cut up the sky into seven pieces.
It evaporated a thick layer of darkish clouds in an on the spot and aimed for Andromalius past.
[hahahaha... ha?]
Andromalius didn't even end laughing.
digig-
He disintegrated in midair with out leaving a single scrap of meat at the back of.
Even his soul turned into shredded to portions.
"...."
all the swordsmen of Baskerville have been humbled by Hugo's excellent power.
Even the 7th remember and Osiris the younger master, stared at Hugo's back with trembling students.
meanwhile. Hugo muttered as he regarded up on the sky break up into seven pieces.
"...mustache. I'll shave it."
It regarded that he turned into remembering the handiest lines of Roxana and Penelope, who had parted a long term ago, and the only lines in their reunion.
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