Hunter of the Perished World

I know the nature of immortality. If so, all you have to do is put it into the photon divider and repeat the destruction and reconstruction forever.

Immortals have to deal with seals, but there's no reason not to use Wargrave technology to make something like that.

When the spatial refractive field narrowed down to the tip of Nilan's nose.

Ta-ang! Ta-da! Bang!

“Khhhhh!”

The white witch screams with a few shots, and you hear screams at the same time. The enormous loads and spatial deflection points that surrounded it were terribly destroyed.

The White Witch rolls the floor because of the tremendous pain the bullet inflicted on her chest and through her head.

“Huh-huh-huh-huh-uh! Ugh! It hurts! Ow! Ow! ”

Bullets? White witches don't hurt enough to get hit by bullets. She is a material, but not a material, that can only be struck so rarely by the use of special techniques known as photodisruption.

Above all, bullets cannot penetrate the vast descent field. Even the enforcers have the power to sit still, but the bullets barely ignore her station.

She knows this pain.

I've definitely felt it.

Thinking that way, the witch trembles like a thorn bush.

Clearly, in the struggle against the Demon Hunter, she felt this pain. Nilan is convinced of death and doubts that the attack should never have been inflicted.

You quickly join the battlefield and find someone holding an AKM assault rifle in their right hand.

Target.

That's why he's at the BH and one of the trackers.

Deserter Ramfil.

Nilan's eyes widen in tears.

What the hell is he doing here? ’

But Ramfil did not answer the question. Towards the White Witch, who starts to stagger, aiming for the AKM given by Gin.

Only fire 5.56 mm cartridges.

Tata, Tata, Tata, Tata!

“Rrrrgh!”

The witch begins to howl, and Nilan has no choice but to make a swift judgment in this situation.

‘Now you need help. ’

He knows about the enemy. Just as you learned about the White Witch, you also learned about the group you need to track down. I've already received Ramfil's battle data.

Not in person.

A madman with a title like that will fight for you. We can only capture him later. He briefly instructed on the radio.

“Everyone, work with that maniac. ”

“Ahhhh!”

The White Witch screams at the scene of this incision to see if she can't believe the monstrous Wargrave Soldier has resurfaced.

Who planned this nightmare?

There was a frightfully calm face in front of my eyes that I could never forget in my dreams.

Ramfil picks up another item from Jean. The marble beads were wonderfully transparent inside.

Flash!

Sealing spell Kalpa.

Witch immortality is sealed. It was something that only needed to start anyway, so it definitely triggers even if Ramfil is holding it, not Gin.

“Ugh, ughhhh! ”

The witch wraps her head around the throats of a torn soul. Ramfil looks at what he thinks is the spirit of the witch being sucked into the sword and says coldly.

I've forgotten Jean's orders.

“You will die here. ”

From the Korean Peninsula to India.

It's been a long journey. I've come a long way to defeat only one enemy.

So we have to kill him.

The situation on the side of the fence was exactly the opposite.

The overwhelming power of the Ashfile was sweeping away the surroundings, and the overwhelming number of hit hunter worshippers was poised to destroy it.

The monsters turn on each other, and they attack the vagabond and start fighting each other, but they're also twelve.

That doesn't mean there is no remedy. Just as Wargraves deal with the White Witch with a photosword, Hunting Worshippers can't just use a simple weapon.

Who they are, those who define, repel and hunt all monsters other than humans as enemies.

Some of them are definitely not physically compatible. Soon, they had a clear knowledge of guava, and their level was comparable to the Celestial Party, the main source of shamanism.

Not only does the Demon Hunter Gene use Guantan, but he also doesn't use the Kumar Amulet.

Boom, boom!

Ashfile is heavily charged with bullets fired from the silent revolver, and she has to take a big step back.

A huge spear pierces into her, terrified of retreating. As soon as the successive attack hit, Ashfile was forced to bounce back, feeling a pain in his abdomen.

Ashfile smiled and said.

“You're annoying. ”

Revolver in his left hand, the man with the spear in his right hand, smiles with blue ears in his eyes.

On your left hand is a silent revolver adapted to hold a large caliber warhead. Not only does Revolver have aphrodisiac, but all the bullets we use now have aphrodisiac and spells to eradicate the unclean.

And the window in his right hand was a strange object covered with sit-un-nung amulets, as well as handles.

This spear, named Longinus, has been a talisman and relic for generations. In fact, this spear was a very rare and old amulet made from the blood of demons at the same time.

Soon, it has a definite effect.

“I am the Huntmaster. ”

Heave-ho!

“And the Huntmaster... ”

The ironing quickly reloads the revolver with one hand and smiles.

“You have to annoy your bitch to stand up! ”

Boom, boom!

A revolver bursts into flames. The Huntmaster was at war with Ashfile alone. The other hunter worshippers were faithfully instructed to deal with monsters and vagrants.

Ashfile knew why this Huntmaster wanted to take on himself alone.

I'm trying to buy us some time until the Demon Hunter gets here. Ashfile was also not interested in these glasses anyway. The Hunt Master was just a nuisance to me, and I was confident that I would tire him out right now.

You don't listen to the power of blood because you're defending yourself with magic, but that's not all you have.

“But isn't it strange? ”

Ashfile smiles, avoiding the revolver. Ashfile smiles and lunges at the Huntmaster. It was such a short time.

“I'm a demon-hunter, and you're trying to kill your god, aren't you? ”

“! ”

His expression stiffens in unimaginable words, and Ashfile grabs hold of his collar and pulls it roughly towards himself. Just by grabbing his neck, the Huntmaster dies.

She is dull as she feels pleasure in the slaughter.

Therefore, killing the mind is even more thrilling.

“The lair of the traitor, the king of the hut. ”

She whispers to the frozen Huntmaster with a cruel smile.

“Isn't it weird that a traitor comes out of the Demon Hunter? ”

The fact that many demon-hunters are known, of course, to hunters.

Why didn't I know?

Some of the seven demon-hunters they worship may have become monsters. And why didn't they predict that BH might be the Devil Hunter, the so-called Lord of Nightmares?

If you think about it, it's rather strange otherwise.

However, he denied the faith, but in the end he did not notice the veil of the name of faith.

Some remain hunters, but some are corrupt.

The ironing looked at the corrupt goddess as if she couldn't believe the devil's smile in front of her eyes. His eyes flutter violently.

“Why…. Why?”

That's all he had to say. Even if he was not a true god, he also agreed that it was a kind of awe and inevitable realm.

However, it was shocking that the existence of the inevitability was a stumbling block, and that no one had thought of the obvious fact.

Ashfile exclaims.

“Now you're making a funny face, kid! ”

As if that were enough, Ashfile was surprised to twist his neck.

It was because the expression on the palm of his hand had recovered a terrifying calmness.

“Then.”

Boom!

Boom, boom!

The pruning shoots Martan into her abdomen, and the ash file gets hit and bounces back. He coldly muttered, touching the collar.

“Just kill the god. ”

“Phew…. ”

Regrettably, the Huntmaster was not the man who would have fallen for the whisper of the Ashfile. I don't know what a former Huntmaster would do. He may have sat back and begged God to restore his mind. Or maybe he put a bullet in my head.

Sadly, pruning was not such a religious great man.

“That's not funny.”

Ashfile bludgeoned the abdomen that was hit by Martan.

“Then die. ”

Boom!

The Ash File was destroyed by the Huntmaster with an explosive charge, and unfortunately cannot reach it at this time.

Blah!

“Hehe!”

It was because he was hit by something huge. Ashfile bounces away again and rolls the floor several times, and something enters, standing in front of the Huntmaster with a huge back.

“Good work, Huntmaster. ”

“ ……. ”

“I'll take it from here. ”

The demon-hunter stands in a calm, intimidating fur. The Huntmaster retreats without a word.

Some gods have fallen.

However, some gods still live as demon-hunters, even though there are no demons to hunt, and they hunt again in this age of demons.

Why can't it be God?

The ironing went to the other front, leaving such an impression behind. The war was still raging because of the sentiment.

“Father!"

“...... You still call me that. ”

Ashfile, full of laughter, was really happy that Jean had arrived.

“It's been 98 years and 278 days, Father. ”

“It's been so long. ”

“Yes, but I haven't filled a hundred years. ”

Jean was not embarrassed by the words of the Ashfile that had finished calculating how long it took for the meeting to take. Because he did. Ashfile did not grumble against 'Father’ who had not searched for ten times the strength of the mountain to change.

Even now, I couldn't bear to feel happy.

And, she sticks out her red tongue. Then, with his fingernails up there, he slits them from top to bottom.

With her sharp fingernails, she scratches her tongue. Blood drawn from the wound drenches her lips and drenches her lips. Ashfile speaks with her blood-red lips.

“The Devil's Blood, Father. ”

“ ……. ”

“Let's kiss again. Steadily.”

Ashfile licks the blood on his lips with a dazzling smile. It was a seductive and beautiful child. Drinking the Devil's Blood restores Gene's power. Ashfile is the Devil, but Gene shakes his head.

“You and I are too old for that. ”

And it's been so long, and how many people will be born and die in those 98 years? They did not face each other for a longer time than the chaotic human life.

Gene doesn't treat things the way he used to, but Ashfile is treating things the way he used to.

Not a fight broke out as soon as I met him, and I knew Jean was like this. It was in the middle of a battlefield full of noise and noise, but they seemed to be in a different quarantine space in time.

It's because no one wants to interfere with the Hut Keeper and the Demon Hunter's reunion. Ashfile still smiled. However, the smile lingered in sadness.

“That's too much.”

“What's too much? ”

“I've waited a long time. ”

Ashfile looked depressed.

“How are you? I thought you'd ask. ”

It was really sad to say that. It's been a long time since we've had a reunion. We're supposed to kill them anyway, but we don't have time for idle talk.

But Gene still wanted to give her some time.

“Why did you do this? ”

It was a great war, an invasion of the hunter worshippers.

“It's the same reason I became a demon. ”

“ ……. ”

Jean has lost her words.

Why Ashfile became a demon. The others don't, and the other demon-hunters don't. But I know Jean. I didn't have to check it myself, but I didn't have to.

“This is the only way my father would take care of me. ”

Horribly distorted affection and obsession. Ashfile is the only one I love.

The only one who has true emotions.

It was Gin.