Iron Blooded Hound-Chapter 163 - : Dantalian’s Farm

of the "Ninth Mukuro"

Danger level: S

Size:?

Found in "The Serpent's Womb," deep within the Gates of Fate

known as the Ninth Corpse.

One of the ten great disasters that are humankind's natural enemies is immeasurable and invincible.

"Because of the disease, boils will spread."

Book of the Ten Commandments, 10:1.

Pudududuuku!

The human mask shattered, and a demon's form jumped out from inside.

Vikir watched the whole thing with a calm demeanor.

"...Finally."

Dantalian. 9 bodies.

Old, young, child, woman, man, handsome, beautiful, ugly, cute, fat, thin, black, white, yellow, noble, slave, rich, beggar, hero, villain...

36 heads, faces have. , and identity, this demon has a humanoid body and a ferocious suit.

36 Each of its faces had a purple tongue that could be extended to any length, the tip of which was sharper than a blade.

Looking at this demon, which was still as grotesque as ever, only the shape of its face was different. Vikir was able to remember his past.

"Dantarian, 'Thousand Faces'. The one who killed most of my people."

Before his regression, Vikir had lost countless friends to the demons in front of him.

Vikir has lost countless friends to this demon right before his eyes, and Dantalian has the ability to steal the faces of those he kills, so he did the same.

Mother, father, older brother, younger brother, older sister, older sister, grandmother, grandfather, best friend, respected teacher, beloved student, childhood friend, fiancé, fiancé, first love, unrequited love, etc. Various faces extend beyond everyone. Any comrade who hesitated or hesitated for even a moment towards Dantalian was inevitably stabbed to death by his blade-like tongue.

And then there was Dantalian, who killed his friends, family, and lovers over and over again with his stolen face.

That's why Vikiel, who has lost countless friends to this bastard, has no choice but to evaluate Dantalian this way.

``This is a monster that must be defeated as soon as possible.''

Regardless of its strength, it is the entity that will cause the most damage to the Human Alliance in the future, so it is better to eliminate it as soon as possible.

Well then.

Tuttututu...

The smell of her rotting flesh enveloped her, along with her disgust.

Vikir quickly retreated.

Dantalian was a demon of many faces, but he was also known as the bringer of plague.

He was perfect for a false priest who, with a kind face, caused and reaped pestilence.

But in this case, it was good.

For now, Dolores is behind Vikir.

...Pow!

Dolores radiated divine light and blocked Dantalian's plague fog.

She opened her mouth with a stern expression.

"...Why?"

[Hohohoho, why? [For what reason?]

Dolores' throat tightened at Dantalian's question.

"Why would you come to the human world and do something like that? Why would you do something like that in an orphanage?"

Then, the thirty-six faces staring at Dolores laughed all at once.

He doesn't say anything about the "gate" that the Ten Demons are trying to open, other than his initial complaints, of course.

However, he soon revealed why he had another chick at the orphanage.

[This is a type of "farming" operation].

"What?"

Dolores asked, and Dantalian replied with a frown.

[Do you see it?]

He had a gold necklace in his hand.

Dolores could only frown when she realized that it was the one worn around the necks of the children at the orphanage.

So Dantalian said.

[This means "cultured meat"].

"...!"

Dolores' expression became even stronger at Dantalian's next words.

Just as you humans live by eating animals, we devils also live by eating humans, so I changed my mind. Rather than hunting them every time, I would rather turn them into a farm and raise them like livestock, like dogs and pigs.

"What, what?"

"Please breed here and eat meat to increase the population." "Be careful and eat when you reach a certain age." It's a two-way street. [It's a win-win situation.]

"Crazy! What a win-win situation this is!"

[This is a win-win situation.] The orphans here at the orphanage were destined not to be born, to die in childbirth, or to end up on the streets at an early age, but thanks to me, they are safe until their late teens. I'm living a healthy life here. Of course, after a certain age, the meat becomes tough and loses its taste, so it must be eaten before then. Hohohohoho! ]

"Ugh, how dare you do that in the name of a religious hymn?"

Dolores yelled in anger.

But when Dantalian heard the word "punishment," Seventy-Two's eyes widened in confusion.

[Hohohohohoho, divine punishment? [I'm not guilty of anything!]

A passing dog will laugh at the idea that a devil who seduces and eats poor children is innocent.

But Dantalian seemed to seriously believe that.

Because.

[I have these things].

Dantalian then pulled a bundle of scraps of paper from his arm.

I recognized it as a banknote, but it was a little small.

Dantalian scattered them into the air.

The red letters and stickers on the white paper looked like some kind of pagan amulet.

"This..."

Dolores stared in amazement at the fluttering pieces of white paper.

(Indulgences) >

"All the sins of this faithful member of the Church are forgiven."

This indulgence is issued and guaranteed by the Old Order and is punishable by forgery. There is a possibility that

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< Indulgences (Indulgences) >

"All punishments for this faithful member of the church are forgiven."

This indulgence is issued and guaranteed by the Old Order. Forgery may result in penalties.

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These "Indulgences" bearing the Cardinal's Seal are a guarantee, verified and guaranteed by the Runic Order, that the sins and punishments of those who repent are forgiven.

Dantalian had many such indulgences and pardons.

[``Hohohohohohoho!'' I received these certificates at a high price, so by your standards, I am innocent.

However, there is also a possibility that punishment will be waived or sins will be forgiven.

It was a law recognized by the faith of Quovadi, and it brought about the ironic situation that the root of sin, the devil, was forgiven.

Shocked and speechless, Dolores turned to Dantalian.

[Oh, by the way, it's your dad who issued me these certificates.].

"...!?"

[Hohohohoho! [As he piled up the gold chests, the sound became so loud that it stomped all over his head.]

Dolores' father is Cardinal Humbert, a symbol of the old order and known as a hard-line schoolmaster—a person who unconditionally supports classical law.

However, instead of selling his indulgences, he was an ambitious man who amassed enormous wealth behind the scenes and tried to take over his family.

As a result, the sins of the devil, which were never forgiven, were also forgiven.

"..."

Dolores stumbled back in surprise as she realized who her father was.

You can't call it a heresy or a cult.

It was like a family wound had festered and grown into a horrible tumor.

[Hohohohohohoho! Besides, I'm innocent, since I received absolution from all my sins directly from your Rune Cult... Huh!?]

However, Dantalian could no longer grin at Dolores.

For one blade tore apart his flapping mouth two times in a row.

"...when dealing with monsters"

Nighthound. Vikir pulled his long tongue out of Dantalian's third face's mouth and held it in his hand.

"Don't play with your tongue."

At the same time, Vikir pulled out his tongue and slashed Third Face in the face with his awl.

[Ouch! ]

Dantalian shouted again.

It looked at the remaining face.

The purple tongue was as sharp as a blade.

But Vikir swung his sword, Beelzebub, far faster.

Click, click, click!

Branded with malice and forged with hatred, the sword spat out a trail of flame.

Dantalian cried out in horror as faces exploded one after another.

[How dare you, wretch, point your sword at me!]

In that moment, the first face Dantalian recognized was that of Vikir.

She was an old lady with a friendly, warm smile.

Who says you can't spit in someone's face when they're laughing in their sleep?

But.

...BOOM!

Vikir cut the old woman's face in half with a merciless blow.

Her grandfather's face followed suit.

[What a bastard!]

Dantalian gritted her teeth and took out her new face.

It was the face of a beautiful young actress who has been active recently.

But.

...BOOM!

Vikir swung his sword mercilessly this time.

No matter which face appeared behind him, the result was the same.

... Click! ...click! ...click! ...click! ...click! ...click! ...click! ...click!

Smart children, sexy women, and helpless old men—their faces all looked like swords.

Dantalian is pretty confused at this point.

His faces are based on real people's faces, and he can imitate their facial expressions and voices.

How is it possible that the creature in front of you is as immobile as a grain of rice?

[You inhuman creature, I am more human than you!]

"..."

Vikir ignored Dantalian's words and struck him again.

...Hmph!

Dantalian stepped back as the blood splatter turned a disgusting black-green color.

The number of tongue spears, the main weapon, has been significantly reduced.

New faces were regenerated, but Vikir was able to destroy them much faster.

"I had enough before I degenerated. I'll never have the same amount again.

A Thousand Faces Dantalian's imitative face and voice are just imitators."

Vikir had many companions in his past life. I realized this for the first time after I lost it.

Therefore, there was no reason or room for guilt at that moment.

"Keep your throat open."

Vikir stepped forward and wiped the dirty blood from his sword.

At that moment, a disgusting smile appeared on the faces of the remaining Dantalians.

[Hohohoho! [This is a guy who doesn't really care about other people, but what about this?]

Suddenly, the faces of all the Dantalians began to change at once.

They belonged to her boys and girls under the age of thirteen.

Those were the faces of the children at the orphanage.

Vikir answered dryly.

"I smashed many children's faces. Do you think I'll do it again?"

[Hohohoho! [Of course it won't work for you.]

"...!"

Vikiel stopped for a moment at those words.

That's right.

Dantalian was no longer possessed by Vikiel's thoughts but by Dolores' thoughts behind him.

St. Dolores volunteered here for many years and cared for many children.

Some of them became very good friends, but others were taken away by better homes, and I never saw them again.

... But that wasn't all.

None of these kids went to a good place.

Because everyone was "here.".

Ah, younger sister! [I missed you!]

[Sister! help me! [It hurts so much!]

[Sister! younger sister! younger sister! younger sister! [Please let me out here!]

It hurts, sis! [Hmm, hmmm, I was wrong!]

Countless faces bloomed on Dantalian's body like a bouquet of flowers in a vase.

The children of the orphanage that Dolores met every weekend from the time she was in her first year at the school until she became the student council president in her third year.

Vikir was silent for a moment as they groaned and screamed at the same time.

She was sure she wouldn't fall for this kind of emotional manipulation.

But what about Dolores, the saint of the Rune Order, a role model for all and a lover of all the less fortunate?

Vikir shifted, feeling a slight discomfort.

And he threw back his head.

"...!"

Behind the mask, Vikir's eyes widened slightly.

Then a dry voice scratched his throat.

"...That's right. A hero is a hero.

At the same time.

...Paa!

A strong white light pierced his eyes.

[Kefufugu!?]

Dantalian's body was burning. I took a step back from the heat.

Chiiiiiii...

Burning black smoke rose from the body exposed to the bright light.

At that moment, Dolores' voice came from the veil of white light.

Very calm, but seething with fury hotter than lava.

"You touched something you shouldn't."

It was a voice.

And at that moment, he heard her "awake" voice.

...scary!

Vikir felt a slight tremor.

A battlefield before regression, where everything was lost.

The last spark of hope, the ray of light that always brings about miraculous reversals, even in the midst of despair, even when the odds seem stacked against you,.

For a moment, I felt a nostalgic feeling, as if Dolores, the Saint of Steel, the last heroine of mankind, had returned.

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