The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound

Night hound in black robes and a plague doctor's mask.

The Corpse Queen, her skeletal armor and helmet hiding her true identity.

In the center of the battlefield, where everything had fallen apart, a man and a woman stood tall.

"Dogs live on bones."

[Dogs that don't know the meaning of the word and show their teeth should be boiled].

Vikir drew on his mana.

At the same time, the hatchling on his left wrist spewed out a web toward the front.

Zap-!

The white mucus, scattered like a sticky mist, spread out in a web, blocking the opponent's vision.

The Corpse Queen, who had been hit in the face by the web, wiped it away with the hem of her cloak.

[...what a dirty trick].