Hunter of the Perished World

After pressing down on the falling witch, Ramfil puts the photon sword at its maximum output and begins to cut at an enormous rate.

Booooo!

An attack that slashes five times a second at more than just the speed of a slash was truly a level that would break an enemy. In a literal beating close to pounding, the witch was about to be fascinated by the shock of her whole body crumbling.

However,

Demons are evil.

"Ahhhh!"

Kwakwakwakwakwakwabang!

Hundreds of black tentacles rise from the earth, protruding from the vicinity of Ramfil. But Ramfil notices it and tries to jump right back.

Jiaying!

"Brainstorming!"

However, Ramfil was stunned for a short while by the sudden impulse to grab the body, and that brief slowdown was a setback of defeat.

Kwack!

Lamfil quickly tied up his arms and legs and watched the witch slowly rise with a firm expression.

"Can you use your mind?"

"Hehe…. Kid, everybody hides a number of spleens."

The witch did not use her mind to fight for Ramfil to create a slight gap. And you capture him for the moment when Ramfil attempts to strike a final blow. Ramfil, clinging to the air, is faced with defeat.

It's a pity that you judged the enemy too quickly. The witch aims for a single crack, and Ramfil allows it.

'No, I couldn't win in the first place.'

If a witch had used her psychic powers to fight in the first place, she wouldn't have been so driven away. I just took it out when I couldn't hide the number of spleens anymore.

‘I was the puppy of the day. ’

Ramfil had to admit his arrogance. And the price is death.

Woodpeck! Snick!

"Disgusting bastards, replacing all the bones with alloys.... Your mindset is the worst in the fucking world."

Just by the witch exerting her power on the tentacles, Ramfil's arms and legs are shattered. Seeing the shining alloy in his blood, the witch looked at Ramfil with a rather dull look.

"You're not screaming."

"……."

Ramfil stares at the witch without a single groan. There was no sense of self-worth, no fear, no desire for survival.

"I was going to play with it, but I changed my mind."

I thought this Wargrave soldier right in front of me was the strangest and most terrifying one I've seen since I've been out in the world. I was going to see him in agony and screaming, but I completely changed my mind as I looked at Ramsay with one constant look on his face.

"Die quickly, creepy bird...."

Before we start talking.

Phew!

The witch's torso explodes.

"What is it?"

As the tentacles lose their shape, the limb falls to the ground.

Taang!

Then, a cannonball shot sounded late. Ramfil watches as the lower body staggers in a bubble.

"Sniper"?

Ramfil looks in the direction of the gunfire, but there's nothing there.

The witch's torso explodes and is gradually regaining its original shape in a bubble.

"It even plays. '

Ramfil wondered how far the Devil had hidden his power, but he had no choice but to watch as the witch's flesh gradually regained its original form.

Bubbling

There was no scream on the white legs, but it was a representation of the pain the Devil felt. By the time the sniper arrives to finish, he's already finished playing. The sniper, the man in the black coat, holds a silent two-handed sword in his right hand.

"Sword? Hunter?" '

"Ugh... Ugh..."

The witch gets up staggering and slowly withdraws from the sniper. It repeats that the witch's flesh is blurred and materialized, whether she feels moderate pain or not.

"even immortal forces. I created something really difficult...."

"Heheheh... You, you... What? Suddenly..."

The witch staggers back. I don't know about the photon mitzvah, but the man with the black knife wasn't a Wargrave when he saw his outfit, he was a savage. The man slowly walked up to the witch and said,

"People who live to deal with scum like you."

"What?"

"You know what I mean about demon-hunters?"

Pot!

Gene rushes forward, and soon the Phantom Bane slaps the Devil.

"Gaaaak!"

Blah!

The witch staggers and flees, but Gene begins slaughtering the demon mercilessly. Hunters shred demons with a sword, as if they were going to bash their heads, smash their shoulders, cut their waists, and drop every single one of their flesh points.

Phew! Phew! Boom! Boom!

Ramfil stares at it dazed. This was literally a slaughter, not a battle. Like catching a pig, every time the witch's flesh splatters blood, the sword wiggles.

"Ow! Ow! No, no, no! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Gaaaah! Queeeek!"

A voice came out of the witch's mouth, not human. It was a different kind of pain than being attacked by a photosword.

The more I got hit, the more I felt like I was being robbed. The pain of taking something that should never be taken away.

Demon hunters turn demons into minced meat like cattle. I tried to push it away by expressing a mind-boggling force, but I couldn't even express my strength on a barrel that wasn't properly regenerated in the body.

But the immortal power of the witch's flesh repeats her regeneration and regeneration. But the witch's flesh becomes flesh because it is afraid of regeneration.

Phew! Phew!

Ramfil has been watching the slaughter for approximately thirty minutes.

And 30 minutes later, Gene frowned.

"What a mess."

Bloop-oop! Bloop-oop!

Seeing the lumps of flesh reassembling together, the hunter sighs as if exhausted. The weakened power of the phantom vane kills any demon that's mixed with the immortal's. Fortunately, the phantom vault was absorbing a little of the demon's blood.

I don't know when, but if the phantom vane absorbs enough power, it will completely kill the demon's breath.

Queeeeeeeek!

"Hunter, monsters are coming."

Ramfil hears the sound, and Gene looks up at the sky. The witch did not wait for her death.

"Tsk."

A nerd flies towards Gene in the sky. The witch summoned a flying monster from the MCP and summoned him.

Kugu Palace!

The massive gangrene plunges into the gin like a meteorite, and Gene quickly leaps backwards to escape the shock.

"Queeeee!"

The creepy black smoke rises from its feathers, and it shoots black smoke from its mouth. The area where the black smoke hit begins to melt, fearfully evading Gin. Gene puts in the phantom vein while blocking her breathing and pulls out the automatic shotgun between her legs.

'Black Hawk…. He's a tough guy to deal with right now.'

A very large black hawk is not an easy target to see. He's smart enough to avoid firearms and has that much agility and attack power.

'You can summon a monster who doesn't look like a monster...' '

Gene was getting tired of the low power of the three prototypes. The black hawk stands on top of the devil's blood bubble and relentlessly sprays a brace at the camp.

"Queahhhh!"

"Grrrgh!"

Due to the intense sound waves, Jean was short-lived but was about to lose her sense of direction. Hunting without enough preparation is a bad thing, and this type of enemy is reluctant to face off.

Boom!

There was an explosion on the black hawk's face, aggravated by the powercell, but the black hawk's face was only slightly cleared of the black smoke.

Meanwhile, the Devil is regenerating, and while dodging the Black Hawk attack, the White Witch regains her original form.

In the body of the White Witch who had regained her original form, the aura of Borat was rising as if it were boiling.

There, the witch was a little out of her mind.

"Aaaaahhhh!"

Eww!

"Grrrgh!"

Gene's legs twist with a tremendous psychic wave of pressure from the witch. The power of the psychic storm was strong enough to overwhelm people and the spirit of Jinn, not monsters.

"Aaahhhh!"

The witch's cry did not stop Pia, and the Black Hawk was overwhelmed by a mental storm and trembling all over. Just as the world around you has stopped, Gene opens his eyes to pressure that is likely to destroy his brain. Ramfil is already bewitched by intense psychic waves, and Gene trembles and bites his lips.

"Th... Tsk... What the hell..."

Tsk, tsk!

"Die!"

Boom, boom, boom!

As the earth is torn apart, the throbbing of the surroundings begins to scratch. The psychic waves shoot out towards the surroundings, but are being inflicted on Jean precisely. At this rate, your brain will be crushed. Then, of course, you die.

Gene had to make a decision.

[Activate the Darkbone.]

[Extremely low energy! Stop using it!]

Cough!

As Gin's flesh winds in black smoke, it rushes away from the pressure and toward the witch.

Kuang!

"Ahhhh!"

Bang!

Gin's fingers dig a hole in the witch's eye and rip her skull open.

Dwarf!

However, the frenzied psychic forces did not stop, and instead, the entire body of Gin was pressurized, and friction ignited from the black smoke surrounding the body.

Boom! Boom!

Gene shredded and crushed the witch's flesh with both hands, but the Devil's power did not slow down. The amount of energy used in the defense and the amount of energy used in the attack is extremely high. Gene is like attacking an enemy in the heart of a nuclear explosion.

[0.31… .0.29… .0.24….]

The camp shrunk the body of the restructured witch in the energy that was being sheared at a dreadful rate. In a space where time seems to have stopped, Jin is destroying the body of the witch. Maybe it was the rushing force that caused the witch's body to reorganize and collapse in an instant.

[Stop using it! Energy reserves are extremely low!]

Boom, boom!

[Energy remaining 0.1…. 0.092….]

Blah!

A sudden burst of impulsive force from the witch's body strikes Gin in the chest.

"Huff!"

The Darkbone disarms with a heavy shock and the camp bounces away. It is as if the mind-bending force was not gnawing away at its surroundings as if it were alive, but was momentarily focused on a single enemy. A hole in Gene's chest was pierced by the enormous pressure.

Cough!

And the psychic waves stopped, and the witch trembled as she barely regenerated. The witch's flesh is almost blurred now.

"Huh-huh-huh…. (* Sobbing *) I don't want to die. I don't want to die... Help... It hurts... It hurts.... I don't want an injection.... Help... My body is melting... Ugh! Ugh! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please save me... Help me..."

In response to the distraught witch's cry, the black hawk survives in a psychic wave.

Cière

The nerd grabs the witch with a giant foot and spreads its wings with difficulty.

Whoo-hoo!

However, with just one flap, the gangrene rises to the sky. The gecko staggers and starts flying somewhere, grasping its owner.

"Live.... I want..."

The demented witch continues to mutter nonsense.

[You don't have the energy needed for new student restoration.]

[Amulet 4, using Devil's Blood absorbed by Phantom Bain. Handle the body.]

[Proximity to energy exhaustion.]

[No activity available.]

[Insufficient Demon Blood.]

.

In a situation where there was not even the strength to snap a finger, Gene could not make any judgment but just watch. If energy is consumed to maintain consciousness, the function of the gin is completely stopped.

I don't even have enough energy to put the blue chip in my mouth.

It means death. The camp is too weak to hunt the newly emerging demon.

Gene was just lying there in front of death. I could only see the yellow sky. Like any hunter, Jean is also killed in the wilderness.

I have no power to open my mouth, no power to move my eyelids. Although physical activity is gradually slowing down and saving the last remaining energy, Jin has less than an hour left.

What Gene felt now was neither liberating, nor joyful, nor sad, nor a need for survival.

'I thought you'd be a little more miserable.'

Gene thought his end would be a little more plentiful, but he was just a little surprised. I just lost the fight. Failure to face death itself was unfamiliar. It's not because I can't feel defeat.

He didn't think his end would come to this.

Death in the wilderness is all that matters. It's not a tragedy, it's not a farce. Jindo disappears as part of the wilderness.

And then...

Boooooooooooooooooooo!

Out of nowhere, the noisy engine sounds begin to come in.

'…….'

It was getting awfully close to Gene. Gene wanted to laugh at the engine sound he really hated, but he didn't have the strength to.

Boooaoaoang!

"Mister!"

The world doesn't want Gene to fall yet.