Hunter of the Perished World

“I like it.”

Boom, boom! Boom!

Lots of purple blazing before Ashfile's eyes. Inside the walls of Wargrave Fortress, where it is relatively safe, they baptize cannonballs at their enemies with acrobatic power.

It is, of course, the soldiers of the decentralized Wargrave who are boarding that chariot. They had complete knowledge and experience, not only did their loyalty change.

They fire at Wargrave now, reloading the bullets, and feel no guilt at all. If Nilan tells Wargrave Soldier to die, he must overcome, but not in this case.

When Ashfile asks you to die, your body stops breathing without thinking.

BH and Wargrave are essentially a group with such differences. Even if it is a close loyalty, it is not absolute.

However, the hutkeeper absolutely dominates BH.

Therefore, it was more important difference and discrimination than simply being pushed from the firepower.

But even enemies are not fools. Enemy armor is more than just a can of trajectory. There are cyborg fighters who need to fold even the craziest monsters. Combatants undergoing megaframe procedures can basically crush a few dozen vagrants, and executive classes undergoing gigaframe procedures can face to face with baggage bonds.

Ashfile closes his eyes and focuses his mind.

The clans are under her control, and so she can give the order.

[Galahad, Lancelot.]

It was once a legend and a name passed down in a legend, but nowadays no one remembers.

Knights of the Round Table.

They were unrelated to the knights, and they had nothing to do with the romance of knights, but she gave them a new name. Soon, they were Ashfile's most outstanding subordinates.

Originally there was only one, but one was added recently. Ashfile has enough power to give him the next seat.

Galahad, and Lancelot.

They were both powerful, without a hint of color, even called Nightmares. There was only one creature under her command that could bring terrible destruction and destruction.

The low power of BH does not come from the vagrant, but from the Vagabond.

These two nightmares are the reality of BH.

[Yes, my lord.]

The two answer one call at a time. Ash closes his eyes and smiles.

[Enemy Special Forces will soon come to neutralize our turret.]

Enemies are strong.

[Drink their blood.]

But BH is also strong. There's never been a more violent conflict since the Devil disappeared.

This was just a brawl between BH and Wargrave, but at the same time it was a signal of numerous tragedies and catastrophes to come.

Wargrave Central Asian Army, Wargrave Central Command, White Witch, Group, even BH.

Once again, a violent war begins in a world where all of this was mixed up and the atmosphere of anxiety was overwhelming.

No one knew how this war would end.

[How long have you been doing that?]

Leona stares at the Battery Stone's camp and asks. In the running chariot, at rest, just before going to sleep, Gene always took a bullet and engraved something with a pencil on his forehead. In the spell in my left hand, a dangerous black darkness continues to overflow.

It makes gum tan.]

[Gummatan?]

[Yeah, there's a lot of guys in the BH who don't have regular weapons. They can be hard to hit if they don't use guacamole or phantom vane.]

That's why Gene was using spellbinding and spellbinding to make 5.56, 7.62, and 20 millimeter rounds.

In fact, Gene once blew the white witch's torso with a bullet that spilled 20 millimeters of demon hunter blood. Of course, Gene did all the elaborate work, even though it was handmade and was in a rattled trolley.

The distance to New Delhi was close enough now. A large detour to the north means no encounter with Wargrave's supply troops, but if we get close enough, we'll have to abandon the chariot from then on.

[Have you ever been to the BH?]

I went to the Twilight Cult often, but I also went to the Hunting Worshippers' Land often. So the question was reasonable.

[I don't remember being there once when Ashfile became a monster, ever since.]

Why?

[There is no quest there.]

Leona is completely speechless with the ultimate hunter's answer.

Maybe that's just an excuse. Maybe he just didn't want to face the monster hunter again.

Gene is now creating the warhead to kill Ashfile, and then the warhead to kill the White Witch. With Wargrave warfare, Gene completes a demonic hunt.

Then the Demon Hunter will lose his mission and once again wander for his life without a purpose.

Leona was thinking about a month in the Nicobar Islands.

As long as we survive this perilous battle, we can accomplish our goal.

They might be able to have their own little happiness. No one wants the world to be peaceful. It's too much to make yourself happy.

Leona hoped that this fight might be the last in her anxiety, please, for the end she wanted.

Leona whispers to herself constantly, holding a bottle of Benpowdered on her neck.

‘It'll be fine. It's going to be okay.'

Let's trust Jean and Ramfil, as we always have. And believe in your power.

That will do.

And Leona suddenly felt a strange sensation passing through her head.

[…… what is it?]

[What's going on?]

[No, something. I feel like something's been going through me...]

"Are you mistaken?" Leona mutters, but she just doesn't know what the senses mean.

Then, Ramfil suddenly slows down the chariot.

[Did you find something?]

[I think I've got something.]

A vast amount of dust was spreading from a distance, and Ramfil was staring at it quietly. Ramfil, who has taken off his headgear, is soon able to spot the sound coming from his ears.

Booaaaaah!

Sounds like the earth is shaking.

Ramfil knew exactly what it was.

“Junk wagon...? ”

Obviously, it was a huge number of junk wagon engines.

Deep underground in New Delhi Fortress, power control room.

“ ……. ”

The White Witch flashes her closed eyes. She was pulling the monster out of the line that the MCP didn't run into, and that's why she was maximizing the psychic waves. And her maximized psychic waves encompassed New Delhi as well as beyond.

“What's he doing here? ”

She mutters to herself. There was definitely a psychopath approaching here. The White Witch did not know the connection between the Demon Hunter and the Little Witch, and therefore did not know why the child had to come to this far geographically.

She also knew that the boy was the daughter of Elle, a subject of her own disposition. But the threat didn't work, and to be precise, she wasn't aggressive with the boy, but she did him a favor.

I had no intention of patching him up, but I felt sorry for him. I was just a kid, and I didn't think I could use my strength properly. So I just went too far.

Are you following me? And how? ’

Not to mention the mess around here. Why do you come to yourself through this land of war? According to the psychic waves caught in Elle's detection, the boy wasn't bringing a monster.

An unknown variable appeared. The White Witch decided to tell the hedgehog and quit.

I intend to be compassionate, but if it gets in my way, I'll just smash it. The power of the White Witch occupying the MCP was unparalleled.

The White Witch was strong enough to have a different confidence than in the past. We will destroy Wargrave and wipe out Wargrave Fortress worldwide.

And we will shove away the evil seed of man from this earth.

If his daughter, who is not him, gets in the way, you just have to kill her. Eventually, while she was also undergoing a long and painful human experiment, the anger and hatred engraved on her mind was unforgettable.

And if you kill the demon hunter who's coming to kill you, kill the hedgehog. Soon, I heard the sound of footsteps coming from the power control room. She's a witch.

Just as Leona once read Gene's mind, she was able to communicate with the Demon Hunter who became the Devil. But you cannot attempt to rule the Demon Hunter.

“How's it going? ”

“That's enough.”

One is currently the ruler of BH, and is constantly sharing psychiatric communications with members of the household and controlling the situation. The White Witch controls the monsters while operating the MCP.

But now they're sitting on a Wargrave steel chair facing each other. There were no monarchs or rulers anywhere. Together, they were building coalition lines to defeat a common enemy, Wargrave.

However, the White Witch could not believe the blockage in front of her eyes.

It is the strange sound that was originally the idea of losing, and the strange sound that the person who was coming to kill himself decided not to lose.

I couldn't figure out what the existence in front of me wanted.

But the power she had was too strong to rule out, and the stumbling block was also difficult to deal with. She's been somewhat terrified of being the devil hunter before her eyes ever since.

The White Witch clearly thought she could communicate with the presence in front of her eyes. Just as Leona had briefly read Gene's memory, a much better white witch was able to read Vagabond's ritual.

Then, if you try to communicate, it may be possible to read the truth of the blockade.

It's not that hard. She committed her psychic waves to a certain degree of obstruction.

“! ”

Suddenly, I felt a sharp flinch of resistance. The psychic waves he throws bounce off, as if he had been slapped.

“That's rude.”

The hedgehog smiles at the White Witch.

“‘It can't be.' ”

“ ……. ”

“I know you don't believe me, but if you have any questions, let's talk. ”

Actually, of course.

A demon-hunter. She's a demon-hunter now, but a vampire. Governance is, of course, impossible, and difficult to read. The hedgehog folds his arms with a relaxed smile.

“Let me take a look at you. Be careful."

The hedgehog smiles, but a sharp slaughter lurks in its smile.

The White Witch's face became pale when she realized what she was trying to do.

“I'm sorry.”

Reading was hard. The attempt is blocked and the target even notices. The White Witch realized that it was foolish of her to leave her allies and powerful allies.

But it's not that I can't read it. She confronted the ease of that emotion.

That's why the White Witch was so bored.

She has never faced such a twisted and twisted affection.

She could not understand the human nature of these emotions. Monsters have feelings for monsters, and things developed by their own selves can be concrete thinking. So the White Witch knows that human emotions won't be any different from him.

However, the feeling of the obstacle in front of him was strange.

In an empty void, there is only a single piece of that horrible, bizarre and simultaneous disgusting emotion. In the Abyss, only that can be called emotion remains.

And it was most shocking to the White Witch that the name of that terrible emotion had to be named Affection.

‘If I see something I don't understand, I'm still human. ’

To make a simple comparison, the chimeric devil himself had to be farther away from humans than he had ever been before.

But the blockage in front of her was nothing compared to her.

The White Witch opens her mouth because I asked her to.

“Why do demon-hunters hunt demons? ”

I heard from the Hutkeeper that the Demon Hunter hunts demons. And they emerged after monsters and demons had appeared in the world. The stumbling block was silent for a moment as I thought it was a sudden question.

“Everyone has a different reason. ”

The hedgehog smiled well. But now the White Witch knew that smile meant nothing.

I don't know what I'm supposed to look like, so I just smile. A person who is sad and smiling, angry and smiling, having fun and smiling in despair.

What is different from the saying that a person who cannot make a face other than laughter is someone who has no emotion at all. The hedgehog slowly said.

“Vengeance is for hunters. ”

“A hunter of the devil is hope. ”

“Foreign hunters are desperate. ”

“Immortal hunters are curious. ”

“Demon hunters believe. ”

“Reward for me. ”

“And a duty to the witch hunter. ”

I've never heard of any other hunters for each demon. What the hedgehog said was not a demon-hunter now, but a motive that the demon-hunter moved when the demon existed.

The seven demon-hunters hunted demons for different reasons.

Ordinary hunters aim for chips, but demon-hunters do not aim for chips. The Devil was too powerful a foe to fight, and even if you give him a thousand gold pieces, the hunter won't hunt them.

That's why the demon-hunters had to have their own strong motives.

Someone hunted the devil for revenge.

Someone killed the devil to get hope back into the world.

Someone moves in overwhelming despair, constantly burning the will to fight it.

Some have hunted demons because they are curious about their own existence.

And for some, demon-hunting was faith and justice.

And Ashfile was supposed to be rewarded after the demonic hunt.

It was an obligation to someone, not a belief.

The White Witch could not understand those words. Everyone's life is but one, and she has fallen before the terror of death. I couldn't comprehend the words themselves, that she had the power to do so, and that those who were merely hunters stood by one emotion in front of an unworthy enemy.

But you don't have to understand.

“Then who's the hunter who's coming to kill you, and who's the hunter who attacked me? ”

Ashfile smiles, not because he doesn't have a face to make, but because he's really happy this time.

“Witch hunter, name of ZIN. ”

The White Witch, who uses her power the most, sounds like a terrifying thing to say.

“The first demon-hunter. ”

The White Witch's eyes widen.

“And the last Demon Hunter. ”

The only thing left to be a demon-hunter in the time of the Devil's disappearance.

First and at the same time. The gunshot goes down, and Ashfile opens his mouth.

“Now, let's clear the area. ”

Ashfile smiles as if he can't stand it.

“I need to be ready for my father. ”

It was a smile of disgusting joy.