Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound

Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 65 : He was the hound of the Baskerville family: Vikir. His loyalty was unwavering, and his heart beat in sync with the rhythm of their household. Vikir had been the guardian of their estate for generations, protecting the family and their property with unyielding dedication. Yet, little did he know that his loyalty would eventually be rewarded by the cold, merciless blade of a guillotine, dirtied by the stains of slander.

But fate had a different plan for Vikir. In the eleventh hour,

Alone and on the run, Vikir found himself faced with a daunting decision. Would he seek solace in a life of hiding, or would he embrace the opportunity that fate had thrust upon him? Determined to clear his name and prove his loyalty, the once-loyal hound decided to transform himself into a fearsome avenger.

His eyes glowed red like embers in the night as he sharpened his canines on the rocky ground. He took on a new identity, one of the Iron Blooded Sword Hound. His sole purpose was to unveil the truth and avenge the injustices he had suffered. The path he now walked was fraught with danger and uncertainty, but he could not turn back.

Every adversary he faced fell before his vengeance, and every obstacle he encountered fueled his determination. Vikir’s reputation as a fearsome avenger spread like wildfire, striking fear into the hearts of those who had wronged him.

Finally, after years of relentless pursuit, the Iron Blooded Sword Hound stood before Hugo, the puppeteer of his misery. Their confrontation was fierce and filled with a tempest of emotions. Vikir’s eyes bore into Hugo’s soul as he growled, “Just you wait, Hugo. I will rip out your throat this time.”

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Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 65