Hunter of the Perished World

Although his personal Hoho about Junk Wagon, Jin eventually headed north from time to time, maintaining Junk Wagon because his feelings were important, but the necessity mattered. Bundred may have followed you from time to time, but that big, slow creature just screams at the group and doesn't.

Every time I passed the Bundeads, Leona's expression became depressing, even if she said it nicely.

“I feel so bad that I can't stand it. ”

The mixed feelings of monsters that were left with only negative emotions suddenly stabbed themselves in the chest like an awl.

And every time I did, my hatred for the hunter worshippers who created this situation was boiling without my knowledge.

Full empathy is dangerous. If he makes a mistake, Leona may even lose her mind. Seeing Leona like that, Gene wondered if this was the right choice.

There were many witches.

Some witches purely hate humans, dragging monsters around and slaughtering them.

Some witches use their power to isolate humans and monsters, eventually becoming fully immersed in the monster's ego and trying to kill them.

Some witches hate monsters, but they love them all at the same time, so they can't stand them, and they kill themselves.

Some witches died at the hands of humans, living a life completely unrelated to monsters.

Some witches died at the hands of a demon-hunter, living a life completely unrelated to the monster.

No, no, no.

The witch hunter has killed you.

We still haven't figured out whether we can take Leona with us. Gene was sometimes afraid.

It is because I think that what I am doing right now may be a feeling of inferiority that comes from my heart to make atonement. But that didn't come out in language.

That's why Jean just stepped on Excel.

Booaaaaah!

There are two witches in the world.

The White Witch will die.

And Leona will survive.

By the time they arrived at the target Node Bow Egg, the distant skies had already been scattered.

“Is that it?”

“Yes, the stamps are coming. ”

The sand dust caused by many Iron Horn charges was already about to scatter the distant skies. I don't know when I'll be there, but I've already got my defenses covered by Ironhorn's raid. A sudden wall of rubbish can burn as much as Ironhorn, who has great Awakening power.

As the two Junk Wagons arrive, the guards of Arang set out straightaway to see if they thought it was a messenger from the Huntmaster.

“Come on in! ”

There was tension on their faces, and no one was winning.

However, it was not that they couldn't find the courage in their faces because they were not winning. Most of those who kneel before the enemy in the WOH and cry out for the name of the demon-hunter are dead. These were the ones who arrived on the ground across the rough and dreadful sea.

Gene dropped the ball and got to the point.

“What's the status on the stamp? ”

“The Northern Temporary Nodes have already been trampled. They should be arriving tonight or tomorrow. ”

Senior High Septon, who was in charge of the egg, saw it as someone who came to die with him, had a lot of respect for Jinn. Not a priest, but he carries the Huntmaster's mark. I didn't know who he was, but he was a brilliant man.

However, the Lamfil beside him was hard to accept the existence of a young girl.

Huntmaster's request to stop the stamps was also meant to hold the Bow Egg. Arang was built in a ruined city. It is clear that if the stamps burn, the ruined city will be reduced to ashes once again. We still have time before the herd arrives.

Gene's instructions for delegating authority over the situation were short and clear.

“Clear all defenses. From now on, I'll take care of everything. ”

“Yes? If we clear the defenses, how can we defend...? ”

It was an act of suicide in the line of defense for the archers. However, Gene was able to eliminate his embarrassment and doubts with just one word. Gene pulls out a black dagger from the void.

Who is this guy? You carry the Huntmaster's mark, but not the Shrine, and have a Black Dagger with an unwarranted order to withdraw all defenses.

The question was soon solved by Gene himself.

“I am a demon-hunter. ”

I'm here to give you a miracle.

It was a magical word to the hunter worshippers.

In a word, the Demon Hunter not only made a face to the miracle, but also persuaded all instructions.

Though it was a lifetime of glory just to be able to greet the evil hunter who had been told only by words, Gene told his superiors not to tell others about it.

Disassembling the defense line is simple. From now on, what I have to show you is hunting, but it's quite far from hunting, so other Christians may find things quite awkward.

“Is there anything else we need to do? ”

“Gather the congregation and pray. ”

He was just throwing them out, but as if he had been given a great role, he scratched the sign and then moved on. The bowlan is a sluggish and tense space, and the shadows of death lie on everyone's faces.

“What can I do? Are you going to leave right away?”

Leona shakes her head.

“No matter how you stand in the middle of the stampede, you will be crushed to death. ”

We have to stop the herds from running. To do so, you must stand in front of the charging herd. But even if Leona ruled as a psychic, she could have been crushed if she stood in front of him. Inertia is not something you can easily ignore.

“I'll shoot their leader and make it stop. After that, you can approach and communicate. ”

Gene heads to the tallest building in the vicinity, almost a pile of rubble. A long-range sniper using NTW20 stops the stamp and Leona goes there.

“When I sign, Ramfil, you take Leona there. ”

That's not going to happen, but if anything happens, Ramfil will protect Leona.

Gene begins to burn debris in buildings that are hard to say are safe. Although it was almost a half-abandoned building, it was roughly ten stories up high. There were no stairs, so it was almost rock climbing, but Gene skillfully climbed over it.

Gene climbed to the top of the rubble of the collapsed building at a glance, able to see the surrounding landscape. Luckily, it was in the plains, and there was nothing blocking my view. In the north, cloudy dust was already covering the sky, but there is no sign of Iron Soul in sight yet.

Jin takes out the NTW20, unfolds the tripod, lowers the rifle to the ground, and then bows down.

A simple maneuver to kill the Iron Horn Leader with just one shot and get into the breach with Leona.

Ironhorn had a steel armor, and of course his leader was large and enormous in body strength.

But a 20-millimeter grenade pierces the metal plate, not to mention a steel armor. Even if I hit my torso and not my head, I will fire with pressure.

After combining the shell casings and loading one foot, Gene waited quietly. Leona and Ramfil stand on a rubbish wall, staring north at the horizon.

Most of the hunting is a time of waiting, and now is the time to wait for one shot.

Dwarf!

The night came, and as it was just past midnight, the earth began to roar from afar. Fortunately, the moon was bright, so Gene was able to see the group running from the horizon without having to do an infrared projection with ash mixed dust.

At the end of the northern horizon, countless herds were running.

Dark grey leather, a tall pair of horns, and two times the size of an ordinary cow.

An enormously large herd of mad cows marches into a frenzy. Such a scene was unusual, so even the progress would be overwhelmed for a moment.

An army that destroys everything just by running. It is clear that no sane person can think of stopping this. If you get hit by that horn, you won't die, you'll have to worry about being shattered.

Gene, however, calmly breathes and takes his eyes to the scope.

There were definitely larger, hornier individuals running in the lead than other individuals. But Gene noticed something else.

‘Not one. ’

Not an outstanding lead. On the right and on the left, there was such a big Iron Soul. Obviously, the herd is numerous and has formed an unprecedented large herd.

It makes sense even if the chiefs split up the herd separately, such as the lower chiefs.

Hunters think.

‘There are seven Iron Horn chiefs coming into view. If there are other factions beyond the horizon, it is difficult to cover. ’

‘I don't know who the real boss is. ’

‘Approximately three kilometers away. ’

They're going 40 kilometers an hour. ’

‘20 mm ammunition is sufficient. ’

Hunters judge.

Kill all seven leaders with long-range snipers. ’

‘I want you to stop those who aren't in sight. ’

‘There is enough clearance, but it is also possible to miss due to long-range shootings. ’

Commencing fire when you are within effective range. ’

‘The magazine needs to be replaced twice. ’

The shell casing of NTW20 is loaded with three rounds. That's why Gene took out an extra magazine in advance. The range of 20mm rounds should be roughly two kilometers or more to kill, but if so, there's a good chance they won't die even if they hit it with less destructive force. Their hide is actually very thick and hard.

Dwarf!

The people of Arang must be praying in the Chapel. May the Demon Hunter bless you without knowing it's here. Leona and Ramfil stand on the rubbish wall staring at the overwhelming horde of cattle.

The total velocity of 20 mm rounds of NTW20 exceeds 800 m/s per second.

But nevertheless the time difference between hits is roughly two seconds.

When the herd approaches this kilometer, NTW20 fires.

Boom!

A round is fired from a colossal firearm, a portable chariot gun, with a fierce bang.

1… 2….

Bang!

The big guy, clearly in the lead, rolls the floor with a slight time gap. A swarm of runners staggers, and Gene bolts fearfully to check the hit before turning the gun.

Boom!

Once again, I did not check the hit this time.

Boom!

Third, Gene unloaded another magazine, except for the magazine. They are charging into the winds at an instant. People, Leona and Ramfil, would have heard it. Ramfil looks at Gin from the ground.

Boom!

Long-range shootings have been hit with terrifying accuracy. The hit chiefs were getting worse without exception. Enemies are getting closer, but by the time Gene combines the third batch, the herd has already slowed down.

One last shot, fair violence.

Boom!

The last leader of Iron Horn explodes like a balloon and rolls around the floor. The sniper's time totals 30 seconds and seven 20mm shots give a clean shot.

Two or two...

And, with the death of all the chiefs, the herd's advance gradually stops, as if it were a promise.

Mwah!

The dead chiefs had already been trampled under the heels of their comrades and disappeared without a trace, and the rear hordes that could not overcome their inertia made the herds tangle with each other and become chaos.

A herd of 10,000 cows that appeared to be unworthy of violence and physical force was halted by the death of only seven individuals.

It was only seven.

But like a lie, the stamp stops.

With an increasingly frequent noise, people started coming out one by one, and Gene motionlessly pointed to Ramfil, looking up at him.

It was Leona's turn.

Leona boards a junk wagon led by Ramfil and slowly approaches the Iron Horde horde. Gene may not want to use the powder, but Leona was unable to control a large number of these swarms without it. After inhaling a tiny, tiny amount through her nose, Leona feels awake once again.

Mwah!

The hordes of Iron Hordes are confused by the death of their chieftains, while they feel a tremendous amount of anger.

Leona smiles with a cold sweat in her cat hand.

“Are you all right?”

Leona gives a low smile when Ramfil asks.

“Ugh... This is creepy... My skin is just gross. ”

The feeling from the Iron Horde was overwhelming. Leona was trying her best to stay sane, feeling overwhelmed by that anger.

If I let my mind go a little bit, I feel like I will be consumed by that anger and be directing the stamp.

Tens of thousands of condensed furies bore Leona to death. It was creepy and bizarre for so many individuals to feel the same anger, and to feel that emotion completely.

Soon, Gene arrives behind you with the sound of junk wagons.

“Well, can you control it? ”

“Yes, I think I can. ”

Leona nods slowly with dazed eyes. Leona will return these cows to the North. With it, the Hunt Worshippers' quest is complete.

The cows have already noticed the existence of the witch, and have fallen to their knees to receive the great being as if they had forgotten their dead leader. Full dependence and complete control. Leona's enlarged spirit brings all of Iron Souls across the horizon to their knees.

Benpowders significantly boost Leona's power.

Immediately after completing the quest, Leona's psychic wave sensed something.

Peek-a-boo!

You hear the cries of the beetle from afar. The desperate cries of extinction were swiftly approaching Leona.

“W-what? ”

When Gene heard that sound, he looked up at the distant sky.

“Iron grip.”

It was a spirit used to pollute Iron Beak and Venflower seeds, and at the same time it was a spirit that served as a front-page of the Twilight Bridge. Do you have any urgent and important message to send to those who have entered the land of the Hunting Worshippers?

The iron beak lands in front of Leona, and Gene pulls out the letter from her ankle. Not only the letter, but the point of the beak was hanging from the box of chips.

[I'm looking for you for some reason. A lot of people died in the Church. Sorry, I had no choice but to tell you your current location. Don't come back here. Run away. (Sputtering)

The content of the letter was stiff.