Hunter of the Perished World

Fortunately or unfortunately, they've been transporting a substantial amount of chips to the junk wagon to calm Wargrave's rage. Of course, if they were the real culprits, the chips would be useless, but in the end, their desperate chips would still be Jean's.

Of course, Gene didn't finish there.

"400 chips, that's a fair advance. Be sure to have the collection exactly in the house."

"Yes?"

"Why, no?"

"Oh, no. No, Mr. Hunter. Of course we should prepare!"

In the end, they exploited a large amount of 400 chips as advances, and at the conclusion of this mandatory quest, they were able to extract an additional 400 chips. However, there is Wargrave Fortress in front of you, not at the level of a grape jeweler's throat, and it is a judgment to be had.

"Okay, then let's ask them what they need. Answer me sincerely."

Gene started asking questions about the hostile entity, including the Slater House's location, and Slater answered to the best of his knowledge. It was breathless by the hunter who seemed to wriggle his neck if I mixed any of the lies.

I couldn't see the clientele and the hunter at all.

Ramfil said as he watched the slatters flee the fuel depleted junk wagon.

"I didn't expect Slatters to do that either."

"Just give me the chips, and I won't get anything from the monster."

Gene's golden plutocratism has surpassed the unsub's level before. Once they start thinking and going on missions, they're not the culprits, but neither is Gindo Ramfil.

It only opens up one possibility.

"Do you really think they didn't do it? I think it might be a sudden lie that they picked up."

Ramfil raises a reasonable question, and Gene nods.

"Yes, but it's going to take a while."

"Taken?"

"It takes a little time to write a car murder book, nothing else."

"What do you mean?"

"A lot of slatters actually use that kind of operation."

As there were slatters attacking the Wargrave convoy to lure monsters, this type of roadkill is often used by slatters to bring down more powerful forces than me. Since this was actually a frequently used strategy, Gene weighed on the side that the slatters he just visited might have really fallen into a trap.

After all, there was only one possibility open, but it was worth investigating.

"So now Harbin has two slater groups."

"Of course."

The existing Slater House and the new Slater Force, who wanted to remove them and put Harbin in the palm of his hand, had to consider that there were two forces in total. One is a traditional touchstone, so it's not difficult to build a slater house and use it as a node.

But the new recruits had a better chance of hiding, so we had to sweep the area like this.

It seems odd to me that Slater was involved in a coup d 'etat, but in the end, it was clear that killing the new slater forces was what Gin and Ramfil needed to do because they were the masters of the armored car raid.

"Existing forces are 'left-handed collectors', and neophytes are not yet marking their territory in a special way. We'll wipe out the Left-Handed Collectors and make symbols. No actual collisions so far, but we've had a few encounters. And it is assumed that the new recruits have established a force somewhere in Harbin..."

"Let's find out where their Node is first."

"That's right."

As a result, unknown new slatters cannot be specified in any way. The old slater house was being converted into a slater house by occupying one of the abandoned apartment complexes in the northern part of the Songhwa River.

That means their influence is relatively strong in the north, not south of the Songhwa River.

In fact, the armored car was attacked before crossing the southern railway bridge of Songhwa River.

Ramfil makes his own guesses, but also recalls clues to strengthen his existing reasoning.

"Hmm…. If the Left-Handed Gatherers were to attack us, it would have been better to isolate us on the bridge just before crossing the Iron Bridge, rather than under the Iron Bridge."

"That's right."

It is easier to isolate the Pokémon on the bridge than the opposing Pokémon on the side of the road. In fact, the attackers installed the barbed wire fence in a way that prevented them from crossing the bridge.

If the left-handed collectors were raiders, it would be better to place a barbed wire fence at the end of the railway bridge, block the midpoint, and completely isolate the armored car to cover the front and back. If they were lying, then Slatters, which were originally at the Northern Song Hwa River, had formed a more disadvantageous siege network at a relatively longer distance.

Naturally, this is unlikely.

That means that left-handed collectors can get a few more clues while reinforcing the assumption that they are not raiders.

"The new slatters are most likely to have a node south of the Songhwa River, and are being cautious about entering the north, where the left-handed collectors live. Then it makes sense that they attacked us on the south side of the Iron Bridge."

At Ramfil's conclusion, Gene nods. The left-handed collectors, who didn't want to interfere with the armored car's operation, noticed the enemy's roadkill plot as soon as the raid broke out, and immediately tracked down the raiders and took them back to the keep.

We couldn't find the rookies' strongholds, but we were able to catch all the attackers who didn't escape and bring them to us.

To maintain symbiotic relationships, left-handed collectors were desperate in their own way.

"I should head south first."

In a large metropolitan area, it was a big income just by reducing the search area by half.

"I don't know why they should eat Harbin."

Ramfil asked as he crossed the railway bridge, the only passageway to the south and south of Songhwa River.

"Well…. There are definitely a lot of refugees near the big city. It's a pretty good choice for Slater, who hunts people, to stay in the ruins."

The hordes of left-handed collectors were more than a hundred and fifty coming to Fortress, and there would be more real power than that. In the beginning, the leader of the slater horde who came to them pretended to be the leader of the left-handed horde, but that was not the leader, it was obvious.

"The power of the actual left-handed collector will be at least 500. If you throw a hundred and fifty bait, you have to think of it as a much bigger size."

"Quite a size."

"I'm not sure Harbin is a good place to get rid of such a large herd...."

Like Ramfil's question, Jean was also unsure whether it was a good place to push Harbin's existing forces into a trap.

Upon arriving south of the Songhwa River, Harbin's river, Jin and Ramfil roamed the city. Harbin had quite a few fine buildings, just enough to get anyone excited.

"Is there any special kind of follow-up?"

It's tiring to search the big city like you're heading to the bare ground. Jean twists her jaw at Ramfil's question.

"Don't you think I'm a box of wonders? Just do me a favor and pop out."

"Hmm, I thought a demon-hunter would have a sharp edge."

"Unfortunately... It's a sharp move."

Jin grins, and Ramphil realizes that not only is this demon hunter Jin getting blunt, but he's also strangely accustomed.

"But I need your help. Are you okay?"

"Cooperation?"

"What's with the pointy numbers?"

Gene shrugs.

"If they're hiding, we'll pull them out."

Gene suddenly enters any building, and finds some giant that looks like a piece of cloth. Even if I pretended to look dirty for a long time, it seemed like I would have a big health problem. Gene only said what he had to say.

"Take it off."

"Wait, I don't know what that means."

"From now on, you are a drifter."

"……."

Although Ramfil's expression is distorted, Gene shows no hesitation to dress the giant up.

Approximately an hour later, a man in a rag was walking the path of Harbin in the scorching sun. His face was lined up with ragged water, his head was shattered, and he was worse than a beggar.

Gin boldly leaves only her underwear, peels off all the ramfils, and rolls them into the rotting mud beneath the ruins. After rolling and drying up once, Ramfil became a great beggar, and after covering himself roughly enough to scatter his head, Ramfil became even more of a vagabond than a vagrant.

Of course, if it was too crappy, it was suspicious, so I found an old but quite plausible aluminum pole and handed it to him like a cane.

Rather, because of the aluminum pole that was in good condition, Ramfil was a vagabond that no one could see.

Now, Ramfil left all his weapons with Gin, and one of his original possessions was hidden in the hair of a wireless device.

In fact, Ramfil was quite handsome, even though he was sharp, but now the old hag who had been starving for fifty years in a man's eyes was about to wrap her nose around her and run away.

"Hunter, I don't know why I have to...."

Lamfil mutters in a sunken voice.

[If you're gonna wear a disguise, isn't it reasonable for you to be able to withstand a shotgun?]

"I don't know, but I thought you had a reinforcement frame."

Ramfil had previously speculated that Gene had been subjected to a frame procedure that differed from a normal human being by looking at the camp that was fighting the Devil. However, Gene served him gently.

[Regrettably, I'm low on energy output, so if I get hit by a bullet, it won't be easy. Did I do that on purpose?]

"Rather, I don't trust that word any more."

With Jin's voice filled with malicious delight, Ramfil was compelling himself.

When are you going to become a Wargrave enforcer and experience that? I love how it turned out.]

"Smell the smell of my body for once and you won't be able to enjoy it."

My sense of smell was numb because of the rot, and even if I dried up because of the humid weather, I could still smell the scent. The mud he rolled around in was not just mud, but mud contaminated with monster discharge, debris and urine.

Anyone who is dizzy can get infected just by soaking his body. Of course, thanks to the Megaframe in his possession, he was sadly not in a position to refuse to dress up for health reasons.

Spec was on the verge of being a jerk, and he didn't complain because he asked the devil hunter if he couldn't get a sharp handle on him.

Of course, I wouldn't have brought it up if I'd known that the sharp number would lead to a massive slater attack.

Ramfil was walking down the freeway, and Gene was chasing him down a long alley.

A Wanderer is a time bomb who doesn't know when he will become a monster. If a vagrant appears within their realm, it's best to eliminate him as soon as possible.

It's a big problem if you leave it alone and the vagrant presses into their territory and then becomes a dangerous monster. Since one person may think suspiciously and may not touch it, he masqueraded as a vagrant to create a situation where he couldn't conceive without attacking the enemy, Gene's suggestion was not only because of evil.

I don't mean no offense.

Ramfil was naturally not in a good mood at the moment. So when my first guest showed up, I finished the fight simply by pulling out my arms and crushing the pain in a blow, rather than simply crushing the enemies that came out of the alley.

"Hey... Something's fishy."

[The stink is better handled by monsters, so you have to take it.]

Ramfil sighs as he looks down at Latman, who had lost his head and twitched.

The stench from Ramfil's body may, of course, attract monsters. That's why the monsters are herding themselves around Ramfil without coming.

Chop, chop!

The Rat Men surrounding the area rushed towards Ramfil without hesitation. Rat-like monsters are very agile, resembling rats, and their heads and bodies are separated from each other without the ordinary person being bitten.

However, Ramfil punches the incoming face of the Latman first, then shortly severs his left hand toward the rushing Latman from the side.

Boo-hoo!

Despite a simple fist strike, a shock wave erupts from the break and the Ratman's torso explodes like a balloon.

Almost all cyborgs acquire overwhelming power and agility and are satisfied alone. It becomes intoxicated by the strength of the body and gradually becomes lazy. When I can carry a tonne of iron, I don't want any more power.

However, Ramfil was the first to focus on the limits of his Megaframe, fearful of being treated.

Qajik!

A light blow struck Latman's head and a bribe popped out.

He decides first on how to push this Megaframe's power to its limit. Your body is full of weapons, and you've awakened to the extremes of the battle that ran Megaframe at the same time.

Harbin's Warlord didn't just call him Wargrav's strongest fighter after Megaframe.

Ramfil was showing me that his whole body was a weapon in a very textbook way. With just my hands and feet, I made five Latmen into blood in no time.

The battle is ugly without weapons. Lamfil, covered in flesh and blood, sighed.

[Makes for a better costume.]

"… I hate it."

Ramfil blames the target unclearly and walks again.

[But be careful. If you look like a Vagabond, you might not be able to seduce your opponent.]

Gene picked a mean word.

I hate it because it's not necessarily wrong.