Hunter of the Perished World

The phantom vane was built to overwhelm enemies with no physical attack or evasion.

For monsters, it's just a slightly hard sword, but because of the concentration of all the blood's power on horse-drawn horses and sweet potatoes, it's absolutely effective against enemies of this type.

Stiffens the demons with the Demon Flute and cuts them into Phantom Bain.

The number of demons extinct by this simple gesture is meaningless.

Chihuahua!

That's why the low-grade ectoplasm will disappear like a snail that can touch salt with just one bite of a bear.

I have to.

Cheers!

However, ectoplasm decreased overall volume, but did not die. Jin smiles bitterly and looks at the bright sword in his hand.

"You must be as old as I am."

At one point, the phantom vane, which had turned its prey into a handful of ash, grew old following the hunter. Gene notices that all of his low stools are getting narrower, seeing that even the most obvious ectoplasm of vagabond fluids cannot be torn in a single strike.

The Black that drank the Devil's Blood no longer remembers the Devil's Blood. That's why they may have forgotten the power to tear the demon apart.

"Kiiaaaah!"

Once again, ectoplasm rushes toward Gene. Gene raises his right hand over the phantom vane. Gene is old, and so are his amulets.

Gene is an old hunter who hangs on to a chip and lives a long life.

The Phantom Bane is just an old amulet that has lost its formidable Stamina.

That's why Gene was the toothed tiger himself.

However,

Blah!

"Queek!"

Even an old beast with no more teeth remains claws.

Bang!

"Sew it!"

The old beast chose to sharpen his claws rather than miss his missing teeth.

Boo-hoo!

If you don't have the teeth to bite your enemies at once, your claws will tear them apart.

Boom, boom! Boom!

Hit it a few times until the enemy is dead.

Gene punches, photographs, and whacks the phantom vane in front of the echoplasm's charge. When the suffering spirit retreated, it rushed in and hit him.

As a hunter, all you have to do is kill an enemy.

"Phew..."

Pushy profit!

The ectoplasm, which emitted massive white smoke from the cutting edges, soon disappeared, leaving nothing but ash.

As the old saying goes,

The old beast is the beast.

The old blade is a little sharp.

A beast who was old and constant in his hunting. It can't be destroyed by a lowly maggot like this.

Gene puts the completed Phantom Bane in her bag and starts extracting chips from the ashes.

“Hey, are you done? ”

“Yes."

Leona frowns at the blue crystals left over from the evaporation of the ectoplasm. It was the same with Lieutenant Carl. Gene was swinging his sword like an evil spirit, and it was still good in both eyes.

“Well…. Like this..."

Above all, Carl found it hard to believe even when he saw the scene of beating a ghost with a sword.

“Ghosts aren't that hard to deal with if you have a countermeasure. ”

There's a big problem that you can't deal with without a countermeasure. There is no opponent with a prescription. The biggest weapon of demons is fear, and that fear comes from not being able to resist. If you can resist, you have nothing to fear.

Of course, that's true of Jean.

Most of them panic when bullets or weapons don't work.

Ghost-type has a low frequency of emergencies and difficult to deal with throughout Fortress at the moment of its arrival. Fortress' firepower is largely useless, and special forces trained to defeat the Ghost-type march with special weapons, including photonic fission.

Physical impacts do not work, meaning physical defenses do not work. That's why I couldn't believe that the blade crushed the ectoplasm with one blade and one blade.

Above all, it was the strangest thing that I was not embarrassed at all.

“What are you so embarrassed about? Even if you don't have an amulet, you can chase a ghost if you only know a little bit about magic. ”

“Spells? I can't take on ghosts with such foolishness.... ”

When Carl said that, he actually watched the dagger tear off the ectoplasm and shut up. Gin glances at the blade after finishing the extraction.

“It doesn't seem very noble to judge an area you don't know. ”

“... Excuse me. ”

“Very few people can actually use magic that works. Most shamans do a lot of meaningless burns. ”

"What kind of role do you want me to play?"

As Jean mocks, Carl frowns as if annoyed.

"Just know that the world's full of fakes doesn't mean they're all fake."

"Tsk…."

Gene extracts the chip from the ectoplasm and picks up the shovel again.

"I can't stand the sight of a vagrant hiding out here already."

Gene mumbles like a pudding, and another shovel rises. Above all, Leona shakes her head at the shock of seeing a ghost for the first time.

"Oh, that's creepy."

Leona, a spooky figure, cuts her way to the side of the camp like it's on fire and sits down next to her. I may not have anything now, but I'm pretty sure the safest place in the world is next to Gene.

"Leona, you're creepier when you explain to me that I'm creepy when I see ghosts."

He slowly approached Gin and said. Carl's laser pistols were much more fire-powered than Jean's personal firearms.

"Why?"

"We have a lot of people who have seizures when we see ghosts."

"Soldiers?"

"Oh, can I just say this... No, what do you think?"

Carl shuts up and smiles, wondering if he made a statement. Leona looks at you as if you're smiling strangely, and quickly smiles.

"What, are soldiers afraid of demons? I'm not a child."

Leona chirps her tongue as if pathetic, and Carl wants to refute, but he doesn't say anything because he thought it would be better for Wargrave soldiers to follow Leona's half-assed stubbornness.

It was the wrong side to protest.

"You're right."

"Huh? I'm weird?"

"Ghosts basically cause fear. I touch people's minds. Anyone who is familiar with ghosts is in a panic."

"Panic?"

"Yes, point the gun at an ally, run for it, run for it, or be dazed."

"What, you're afraid to shoot an ally? Are you crazy?"

The fear of demons lies not in its fundamental power, but in chaos and fear. Demons who mess with people's emotions do nothing but scare or scare people into collapsing a group.

According to Leona, Carl replies.

"It's the power of demons that drives people crazy."

"Those guys are picky...."

Gene is not frightened to get used to it, and his sword is somewhat shocked and at the same time at a loss of calm. But more than anyone, Leona is a ghost! I shouted, but I didn't panic.

The blade also nods slowly, knowing the power and fear of demons.

"You're obviously made of wires."

"That's a compliment, right?"

"That's a compliment to hear."

Leona laughed bloody, Jean continued shoveling.

Carl realizes that this wilderness is never greener. Even in the salvage area where I thought it would be worth it, even though the sword's weapon didn't work, the sword couldn't help but swallow it with a stiff look.

However, Leona, who had absolutely nothing to offer, was looking at Gin's shovel with a fearless look.

It is not because of the belief that Gene will protect himself.

This kid won't be afraid of anything even if he's alone. Of course, Carl knows that not all people in the wilderness are like this.

Wargrave is a word, but most wilderness people tend to cower and hide and avoid it with their eyes lowered even if they see it from afar.

Slatters also avoid as long as they're not maniacs.

But there was no fear in his eyes from the moment he met the sword. It was just curiosity and boundaries with strangers.

By the time Gin has dug out the deep metal crate, there has already been a deep night down at the point. The knife nods, looking at the warheads stored in the fairly neatly welded cross-section.

"At least, I think these things are more accurate than the amount taken. Must have used a lot of those birds."

The knife checks the remaining quantity of the weapon before nodding.

"Well done, hunter... I think he tried to use it at first, but I'll close my eyes."

After all, Gene stole Wargrave's goods from Slater once more, so it's hard for Wargrave to pay, but in the end, the quest is a quest.

Wargraves may be cruel, but they are not petty.

"I'm not going to recover any of the warheads you think you have. Think of it as a quest bonus. I can give it to you at your discretion."

Gene didn't know exactly how many warheads he had, but he didn't say to give them back because they were quite large.

"I didn't mean to give it back, but thank you for saying that."

"Just in case, are you purposely resentful?"

"I hope you think this is an old hunter's prank."

With a serious look on his face, Carl sighs.

"Ha…. Well, yeah. Anyway, I want you to forget about the heat warheads you have, but I want you to know they're informal. When you get into trouble later, it's not going to do you any good to get my name out."

"I'll do that."

Lt. Carl gave him the 1500 chips he promised, and Carl gave him exactly the 100 extra chips from the battle of carelessness, and Gene distributed the 1500 chips exactly as he had told Leona. But Leona shakes her head.

“You have it. I've used the box before, and it makes me nervous to carry it around without it. ”

“ ……. Are you okay with that? ”

“Be sure to return it later. ”

“I'll do that. ”

The amount Leona agreed to receive was also quite a lot to carry on her own. There was no doubt about Jean on her face, and her expression was a bit gruesome.

But apart from that thought, his hand was sticking chips into the chip box.

Leona asks Carl without even looking at her chip entering Gene's chipbox.

"By the way, you're a stooge."

"Joe, a pawn... Officer... Hmmm, mmm! Yeah, yeah. He's like a pawn."

The knife scratches its head to see if it feels self-inflicted.

"Is Wargrave really wealthy? You got that many chips on your stooge?"

The answer was Gene.

"Wargrave is the most chipped group in the world. There's nothing new about it."

"Haha…."

Carl smiles awkwardly, and Gene adds a heartfelt look to his sword.

"Of course, it seems like I have a lot of chips at my discretion, but all I need is a chip."

That said, Carl looks flawed, but Gene seems to be fine because he got paid correctly. The quest is over now, and we should be on our way.

"What are you going to do? I'm willing to go there with you if you plan to North Shira."

Walking with an ally named Officer Wargrave is not bad for Gene, and most of all, Carl has food.

"I have to stop by the Seoul Mass Confusion Point (SMCP) port, so it's the same direction. There's nothing wrong with a hunter coming with you. Of course, there's no pay."

"That's too bad."

Of course, Gene didn't look sad just because he said so. Carl recorded the coordinates for the location and buried the metal chest he dug out again. As soon as Carl arrives at SMCP Portless, he will dispatch a convoy here to retrieve the warheads.

"Hah... Going back..."

Leona has already been devastated to see if returning to the streets she bored herself.

"You've only walked twice, but I'm the sixth."

"……."

"So don't get cocky."

The first time I went to Ard Point, I left the quest and once again, I returned, I left with Leona, once again returned from Shira, and now again.

Gene, too, isn't much fun to keep coming back to Ad Point. Jean is right, and Leona grumbles with tears.

"No... He just said it was annoying. Can't you even talk?"

"You have a knack for annoying people with words, you'd better keep your mouth shut."

"You have a gift for that, too. You're just like me."

Jean smiles and says in Leona's words.

"You said you don't like people who look like you."

"…… Ah, ah. I hate it..."

Scratching with a calm tone was very good at enraging people differently from Leona's style.

Of course, Gene had another drink.