The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound

and escape through a maze of stingers. 

The real Baskerville becomes the true meaning of Baskerville only when you immerse yourself in the 'Styx', a river that flows round the outside of the maze. 

Hugo Baskerville thought. 

'The Styx River only works for children less than a year old.
If they immerse themselves in this river, their body will become as hard as steel.” 

Of course, the power of this river is not infinite. 

When one baby absorbs the maximum amount of power, the other baby has no choice but to absorb relatively little of the remaining power in the river. 

It's like a mother's milk line. 

The children of the Baskervilles was now thrown into the cradle of the sword. 

Who gets out of this labyrinth first and jumps into the river first? That will determine the future of these children. 

Thirty-two children born this year, including the son of the family, as well as cousins, brothers and sisters, compete against each other in the middle of the cradle of Kalchim. 

The blades, which were tightly inserted in the snail shell pattern, were leading the children as far and sharp as possible on a thorny path. 

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The one who cries while looking for the nanny, the one who is already craw ling with agility, the one who bleeds on the edge of the knife, the one who lays down and sucks his finger to see if he has no intention of escaping yet…
…
Babies were usually like that. 

In fact, since they were babies less than a year old, it is a natural result if it is taken for granted. 

However, 

“The insignificant things.” 

Hugo Baskerville's evaluation was terribly cold. 

A small, fragile creature.
Creatures that cannot survive without the help of others. 

There was contempt in Hugo's gaze at the human body. 

Even if it is his own child, there is no exception. 

The swordsman who ranks among the seventh on the continent, he was famous for being an iron man from the time he was born. 

“Only in this way will I be able to fight the demons of the demon realm.?” 

Hugo stood high and lamented as he watched the river Styx flow around the cradle of the sword. 

The secret river, which flows only in the holy land of the Baskervilles across all continents, has the effect of increasing mana just by soaking it, making the aurora pure, and making the body tough and hard like steel. 

If it hadn't been for children under one year old, they would have soaked the body right away. 

When Hugo is looking at the river with a sad expression on his face. 

“…
…
Me, over there!” 

“Ah, this can't be!” 

“Nonsense!” 

Disappointment erupted everywhere. 

What is it that the guardian knights of a family who was not shaken by anything should be astonished? 

Hugo shook his head with a puzzled expression. 

And that moment. 

His eyes, which had been filled with only bitter boredom, contempt, impatience, and disappointment, had a little gleam in his eyes. 

Cradle of Swords. 

It was because a child was going straight through this dense, cutting-edge forest into the River Styx. 

The child's body was already covered in blood.