Bloodhound’s Regression Instinct

Chapter 53

Yan’s plan was a perfect fit.

Vila, who was chasing them with a terrifying momentum, started to chase the puppet that Yan moved to the other side.

“Why did it suddenly turn in a weird direction?”

Yan had no room to answer Lorena’s question. It took a lot of mental power to control the puppet.

‘Vila will be confused by the mana in the puppet.’

Vila, who relied more on mana than sight, would not be able to easily distinguish between the five puppets and himself.

‘But it’s too much to drag it out for a long time.’

Yan summoned five puppets.

He could have made twenty if he just made the shape, but he had to fill them with enough mana to make them confused with himself, so he couldn’t make many.

“But… how do you use magic?”

“Later!”

Lorena looked at Yan with a shocked face.

‘What the hell is this guy!’

He seemed to have a great talent for swordsmanship, but he also used magic.

According to the research of scholars for a long time, if you learn a certain level of skill, you become a body that can’t use magic even if you want to.

It’s because mana is distorted to fit the skill.

The time when mana is distorted is when you pass the sixth level.

‘But he said he was fifth level!’

He’s a guy who overturns common sense!

Lorena had a lot of questions, but the situation didn’t help her.

She couldn’t stop moving her feet as long as there was a monster-like barbarian behind her.

At this moment, he was burning mana in the pendant and running away from the guy called ‘chief’.

Crash!

A bloody line ran down Yan’s lips as he ran hard.

Some of the burden of destroying the mana-filled puppet began to pile up on his body.

‘Now there are two puppets left!’

The moment those two puppets were destroyed, Vila’s teeth would target him.

That’s when a good idea crossed Yan’s mind.

Momon laughed and praised him after reading Yan’s thoughts.

[That’s a plan that you can’t find anywhere else.]

“I can’t do anything to survive.”

Lorena looked back at Yan, who was muttering to himself.

Yan stopped his steps and closed his eyes.

He found the thin thread of mana that connected him and the puppet.

Lorena looked at Yan with a look that she couldn’t understand his sudden strange behavior.

The monster-like chief was chasing them to kill them, but he stopped in place.

“Did you give up?”

Yan, who closed his eyes, snickered.

“Give up what.”

When Yan found the thread of mana connected to the puppet, another puppet was destroyed.

“Cough!”

“Are you, are you okay?”

“Let’s exchange information and our lives!”

Lorena frowned at Yan, who suddenly sprouted nonsense.

She felt the aura around her, but she couldn’t feel the monster-like momentum of the chief.

But Yan’s mouth kept moving.

“What you’re looking for is at the end of the warehouse on the second floor. The rustiest sword.”

“What, what are you doing right now?”

“If you don’t go there now, you might never get it, so please judge for yourself!”

“What are you talking about?!”

Lorena couldn’t help but scream.

Then Yan opened his eyes.

His mouth curled up wickedly.

“Tricking him.”

His mouth curled up wickedly.

Lorena frowned at his incomprehensible words.

She couldn’t understand what he was saying.

* * *

Vila held the puppet’s neck that looked like Yan.

“Hmm.”

The puppet had just told him that what he was looking for was in a warehouse on the second floor.

“What should I do?”

As he was pondering, he felt the presence of the frost knights rushing in.

“Tsk.”

It wouldn’t take long to get rid of them, but the little brat would surely mess with his eyes again with some strange method.

“It’s going to be tight.”

If he had no time limit, he would kill all the frost knights and chase after him.

But he had invested too much in this place to be sure that he could secure Lorena’s new recruit before the Duke of Beowulf arrived.

“…You little bastard.”

Vila narrowed his eyes and glared at the puppet.

But the puppet, who had finished his job, looked at him indifferently.

Vila saw the bone bracelet on the puppet’s right arm.

He had copied his appearance, so the original must have the bone bracelet on his right arm too.

“Hmph!”

Vila threw the puppet roughly against the wall as if he didn’t like it.

Crash!

The puppet that hit the wall turned into dust of mana and scattered.

Vila looked at it quietly and turned his body.

“Just give me one chance to see that Hubur bastard.”

It would be perfect to catch Lorena, but he could be satisfied with getting the ‘Emperor’s Sword’.

Vila ignored the traces of Lorena and Yan that he felt far away and headed to the warehouse where Ascalon was.

* * *

Clank.

Vila, who had entered by crushing the iron door of the warehouse, smiled with satisfaction at the sight inside.

“It’s easier than I thought.”

He stepped forward with a cheerful step.

If the ‘Emperor’s Sword’ was here as the brat said, he didn’t need to take Lorena.

He thought the Emperor’s Sword was hidden in a vault-like place that only the Duke of Beowulf knew.

So he planned to get the ‘Emperor’s Sword’ by exchanging Lorena as a bargaining chip to the Duke of Beowulf.

But he didn’t have to bother with that.

Every time Vila walked forward, a thumping sound echoed in the warehouse.

“These are definitely better weapons than what our nomads use.”

The weapons displayed in the warehouse all had formidable blades.

It was a treasure trove for the barbarians who picked up the swords used by the knights.

“Ha ha ha! As long as we get the Emperor’s Sword, it will soon be in our hands!”

He saw one that was rusty and worthless unlike the other weapons.

“Ho!”

Vila’s eyes pierced through the enormous mana hidden by the worthless sword.

He exclaimed.

‘It’s worthy of the name of the Emperor’s Sword.’ It had more pure and massive mana than the knights of the Beowulf family he had encountered so far.

His big hand reached for the grip of the sword.

“Now I’ll use you well, Emperor’s Sword.”

And when his hand touched the grip.

Zzzzzz!

The sword gave a fierce rejection.

Vila’s eyes twisted.

“You’re acting like a spoiled brat, not a sword.”

Vila didn’t think a mere sword could harm his body no matter how strong the rejection was.

But that was only for a moment.

Zzzzzz! Zzzzzz!

Crack!

The rejection grew and grew until it was incomparable to the beginning, and Vila had no choice but to squint his eyes.

“Let’s see who wins.”

Blood spurted from his bumpy arm.

Grrr.

Vila gripped the sword harder.

The intensity of the rejection soared endlessly as if there was no limit.

Soon.

“Damn it!”

Crack! Zzzzzz!

The part of Vila’s arm that held the sword began to turn black.

His sturdy body seemed to be helpless in front of the legendary sword.

But Vila didn’t give up.

He had given up his troops for this sword, which was his years.

“I’ve sacrificed the things I’ve exchanged for my ten years!”

But the sword still didn’t allow Vila to touch his body.

His brown pupils turned red.

Not because he used his eyes, but because the blood vessels in his pupils burst.

“Aaaaaah!”

Vila’s arm, shoulder, and chest also started to burn black.

He endured the pain for a long time.

Zzzz. Zap.

The rejection noticeably faded.

Vila breathed heavily and calmed his breath.

His mouth twitched and rose.

Isn’t there sweetness after pain?

He smiled involuntarily at the thought that the Emperor’s Sword would soon be in his hand.

The sword seemed to give up on resisting.

Now if he just holds it a little longer…!

Crash!

Vila’s body, holding the sword, flew back as if hit by a cannonball.

The wooden cabinet on the wall couldn’t withstand Vila’s weight and shattered, and the weapons stored inside spilled to the floor.

Vila, who hit the wall, lifted his head with difficulty.

“…Huh, well.”

The one who bounced Vila off was none other than Hans.

He checked that Lorena was safe with the food soldiers and entered the warehouse with a bad feeling.

Then he found Vila, who was babbling and doing something strange.

Hans’s eyes sank coldly.

“What are you doing?”

In a situation where he had to do his best to fight Beowulf, he left the infiltration of the wall to his subordinates.

“The leader is letting his men die while he’s not fighting, but having fun in the enemy camp.”

“Kugh.”

Vila spat out saliva and twisted his body out of the wall.

It would have been a shock that he would have laughed off if it was normal.

‘The Emperor’s Sword’s rebellion was too fierce.’

He felt a small shock greatly because he poured out all his mental power and the burden on his body.

But he didn’t care.

The Emperor’s Sword’s tantrum was over.

Now if he just holds it…!

Clang!

Hans drew his sword.

The sword swayed with a blade, and then took a perfect shape.

It looked like he had put another sword on the sword.

A technique that can only be tried when reaching the realm of the superhuman.

The sword gang (劍罡), which was known to cut steel like a string.

“…”

But Vila didn’t say anything to that.

He only cared about the Emperor’s Sword, Ascalon, that fell to the floor.

Vila took a step forward and Hans raised his sword and took a stance.

But Vila’s action was not an attack.

Grrr.

He just grabbed the worthless sword on the floor.

Zzzz.

Vila’s eyes widened at the rejection from the sword.

The rejection started again as if it was the first time.

He had endured 90% of the rejection and only 10% was left.

Or maybe even less than 10%.

But.

‘Do I have to start over?’

Crack.

Vila clenched his teeth as if to break them and threw the sword he was holding.

Then he lifted his head and glared at Hans.

Grrr.

Sssss.

The momentum that arose from Hans and Vila swept through the warehouse.

The frenzied momentum of Vila and the cold and sharp momentum of Hans.

Even ordinary people would have stopped breathing with their momentum alone.

“You son of a bitch…”

Grrr.

He clenched his fist.

And then.

Crash!

He flew toward Hans like a ray of light.

* * *

Bang! Crash! Bang!

Boom! Rumble.

The warehouse was completely destroyed by their fight, and the walls on the second floor had been pierced through long ago.

Unlike Hans, who had a sword gang around him, Vila had no energy at all.

But Vila was the one who had the upper hand in their fight.

“Do you know what you just did!!”

Vila, whose eyes were red with anger, roared and pushed Hans hard.

Hans was shocked by Vila’s strength, but he calmly blocked his kicks and punches with a white blade.

Every time they clashed, the ducal castle broke apart with a loud noise.

And when their fight was in full swing.

Peek.

Someone was quietly watching their fight.

“How do I get that out?”

[You have to risk your life to get it out, what else can you do?]

“Do I have to risk my life?”

He was Yan, who had left Lorena in the protection room and came out alone.