Hunter of the Perished World

The incandescent light that wipes out the world at the same time shines from four guns outside New Delhi.

Man-made technology before its demise is great.

No monsters, no vagabonds, no baggage bonds, no Wargraves in front of that fair violence.

Cough!

It's erased.

Those who were swallowed by the light once shimmered and evaporated without even sensing their own death. The chariot and the armored car melted away in front of the light.

Shockwaves that smash everything will sweep the earth, violent shockwaves will erupt in places where nuclear explosions overlap with shockwaves, and the surroundings will be hacked again.

“! ”

Ramfil looks at the light for a short while, but loses his sight. The optic nerve burns to a crisp, but Ramfil was a cyborg fighter.

Fortunately, Ramfil's battlefield is quite far from the floodwaters.

That's why there was a time gap before the explosion.

But it was less than three seconds before the explosion. Enforcers, of course, were seen as potentially unstoppable as everyone was in this predicament.

Nilan acted immediately. Without his knowledge of nuclear weapons, he didn't know what it was, but he knew that the light was something quite dangerous.

“Enforcer rally! ”

Lightning enforcers gather around Nilan, and he closes the reinforcement door in fear of entering the commander's barracks surrounded by a thick firewall. It was closer to a small shelter than just a tent, but could not withstand a nuclear explosion.

Power reaction gloves activated! ”

It was an order to unite GigaFrame and survive, but Nilan was skeptical of the effects of his command in this situation.

I don't know what's going on, but it's all over. No matter how brilliant a commander may be, this difference in simplification makes no difference.

All these judgments and directives happened in about three seconds after the light came on.

Ramfil had to choose. Not to mention Megaframe, who can't survive that light.

Safest place.

Ramfil takes action before the accident. Ramfil has just jumped next to the White Witch who wants to protect herself from the explosion with a tentacle wall covering the area.

Kugu!

The tentacle wall extending from the ground through the White Witch's feet was very thick, but there was enough interior space for the White Witch and Ramfil to enter.

“Yes, you! ”

The White Witch is embarrassed that her biggest enemy has infiltrated the Shelter for her. I don't want to look ridiculous. No more nonsense about protecting our enemies.

We have to get rid of them.

Kukwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwabang!

However, when the shockwave began to tear the tentacles with a loud sound that could not be properly expressed in language, the White Witch could not even attempt such an attempt.

Because her immortality trait has been sealed, she really dies when exposed to a nuclear explosion.

“Grrrgh!"

As the tentacle collapses and is reinforced again, she is holding back against the impact of a nuclear explosion. Ramfil remains still and breathless. Now I have no choice but to hope the White Witch can withstand this mysterious explosion.

Kurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The shock wave was turning the world upside down, and the White Witch surrounded herself with tentacles to somehow survive. The congestion spurted out of my mouth, and my tears bled out.

In the end, the destructive power of the nuclear explosion was greater than the speed at which the tentacle wall was repaired, and soon the tentacle wall was torn apart as if it were a collapsing dam. Ramfil grips his teeth, and when death approaches, a voracious glare explodes from the White Witch's eyes.

“Ahhhh!”

Jiaying!

The spatial destruction that was just used to kill Nilan was now cast to defend the White Witch. It was a destruction exhibited only in a very cramped space, but Ramfil was also able to crumple himself into it.

Ramfil, under the protection of the enemy, was amused by the situation, but he was certainly right.

The safest thing to do now was to stand by the White Witch. The White Witch was not at all concerned with Ramfil's presence or anything else because of the burning pain of her brain.

Keeping the space station was enough for the white witch to drool in her mouth. There is no more immortal power to keep her powers intact.

That's why the White Witch was beating down all the power she had to save herself from a nuclear blast without knowing what was going to happen.

Ramfil watches the earth melt away due to ultra-high heat, and even in this urgent situation, he calmly organizes his thoughts.

If you attack the White Witch now, this station will be cleared and the White Witch will die.

With this level of destruction, you won't need Gene. The White Witch will oxidize in this hyperpyrexia, and mass will kill herself, but the White Witch will die.

With the life of a Megaframe class fighter and a White Witch, the exchange fee will be fine. Ramfil pulls power into his right hand.

There is no foolishness in life.

I don't think so.

Alive or dead! ’

However, Leona's scream resounded in her mind.

We have to meet him alive.

Gin,

Leona.

There is no foolishness in life. But we decided to meet again. I decided to face him alive. A complicated calculation takes place in Ramfil's head. Kill the White Witch with your own life. Will Jean and Leona be okay in this explosion?

What if you're the only one left alive? Then why stay alive? It's best to kill the White Witch now. There may not be a chance in the future. Ramfil feels like hell beyond the spatial refractive field, and at the same time, in this strangely quiet little field, it's the whole world.

Kill, don't kill. Kill. Don't kill.

Leona and Jean's face flashes before your eyes. The White Witch's life is in her hands now.

And in Ramfil's ears, he hears a very small, simultaneous, pathetic voice.

The two were now within breathtaking distance of each other.

“Help me, help me, help me. Help me, I'm sorry. Please, please, help me, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. ”

The white witch, curled up and trembling, continues to mutter like a spell.

I couldn't tell if it was Ramfil or if he was muttering because of the horror of his own dying breath. But the White Witch mutters desperately.

“I don't want to die. I don't want to die.I don't want to die... ”

The white witch mutters as if she were having a seizure.

What created this monster?

What made this monster so desperate?

Wargrave created this monster.

This creature may have committed a different sin, but it was in Wargrave after all. Ramfil frowned at the world for forgiveness and stared at the white witch in the rain.

Ramfil is confused. He's a witch, a demon, and a white witch who joined forces with BH to create an army of monsters. The reason to die is full of garages.

But Ramfil had no choice but to think of Leona.

As a witch, Leona had a temper that could not be called a disaster. He has a tender mouth but sometimes can only say he is kind.

There is no guarantee that this monster will not be.

‘I'm crazy. ’

Ramfil could not erase the idea that he was a fool to imagine it. Maybe he's trying to convince himself with crazy logic because he doesn't want to die.

I had just tried desperately to kill her, but when I saw the white witch curled up like a little beast and trembling, I felt weird.

Let's kill him.

I don't know if Leona and Gin are still alive in this explosion.

Then it's all about the obvious possibilities that lie ahead.

His own life, and the death of the White Witch.

Ramfil grabs the photon sword to choose it.

But in the meantime, the White Witch was trembling and longing for something.

The nuclear storms have not ceased, and within them the White Witch's power has reached an ever-growing limit. Because I used too much power as a witch, the power of 'that side’ was now at its limit.

The station has reached its limit, unlike Ramfil expected. Even if Ramfil doesn't use his hands, the witch can't maintain the spatial refractive barrier with all her might, and if he does, they both die.

Even if Ramfil doesn't act, the result is fixed.

‘Another way! We need another way! I don't want to die. I don't want to die. It's the limit. I don't want to die. It hurts. I don't want to get sick! I don't want any more pain! ’

The White Witch desperately tries to find another way, but the way to survive this scorching heat seems to be an agent. The maximum psychological power of the space station allowed us to survive the heat and storm, but it is now the limit.

The White Witch continued to think without knowing what Ramfil had decided.

In fact, the White Witch and Leona are similar.

Just like Leona didn't learn the power of witches properly.

She also failed to fully awaken her powers.

With her immortal traits sealed, she now possesses the power of witches, foreign bodies, vampires, and magic.

The witch's power has reached its limit.

Where is the answer?

“Ahhhh!”

Her head is now at a standstill. But instead of her head, just before it stops, the flesh finds the answer instead.

She has the power of the foreign body (Ailen).

And the foreign body's ability is expressed in the form of tentacles.

However, the true power of foreign body is not tentacles.

Like Jean borrowing a piece of space from an empty waste using foreign body blood.

The power that foreign body truly deals with is the power of Void.

The foreign body that dealt with the mysterious space could have used the power of the void to do a lot of things, while also spilling monsters out of the void.

And one of the most exemplary and most challenging abilities of the demon-hunter is space teleportation.

Blah, blah!

The White Witch's footsteps suddenly flare up and tear, and her body disappears as if falling beneath it.

“Yi, this! ”

Ramfil, who was naturally overlapping with her, also fell into the void. Ramfil was instantly swallowed up into the darkness of the void, without surprising what had never happened before.

Blah, blah!

The passageway to the void closes, and the space refractive crevice disappears.

Kukwakwakwakwakwakwakwabang!

And the storm just swept past where Ramfil and the White Witch had been.

What the fuck is going on? ’

In the dark tentacle wall, Leona noticed something other than the battle between the Black Dragons and the Vagabonds that made no sense. An enormous noise strikes the surroundings and the ground shakes.

I'll protect you! ’

I will protect you, my lord! ’

Only such an obsessive psychopath was being conveyed. Leona was able to sense the psychic waves, even if she couldn't see them. There was a massive explosion, and it was killing more and more of the psychic waves surrounding the monsters. As paint spreads through the paper, it feels as if the monsters are dying in real time.

Leona shudders as her fears and fears spread.

The battle between the ship and the Black Dragon has also stopped. Now, the black dragon is holding Leona's tentacle wall in his arms and picking up the shock wave of the nuclear explosion.

Lancelot was also in a hurry to protect himself from this unfortunate violence with the Black Bee around his body.

‘I…. I will protect...'

The massive fuselage is only disadvantageous in front of this overwhelming violence. A fuselage of black dragons bursts into flames, blowing out in front of the storm, and repeating its repairs. But as if his body didn't matter, the black dragon was motionless, wrapped around Leona's tentacle wall.

Lancelot gazes at the view from within the Black Bee.

‘You look like you're holding an egg. ’

It was definitely a powerful monster. And Lancelot was barely able to survive in the Black Bee. However, as the afterstorm intensified, the Black Dragon swallowed a tentacle made of Leona's tentacles to figure out what he was thinking.

Rrrrgh!

“Ugh, ugh! What!”

Leona screams as she suddenly feels her body swell, but the Black Dragon strikes the ground forcefully, swallowing the tentacle egg containing Leona as if it didn't want to wait.

Kuang!

The Black Dragon that took off at once suddenly began to fly somewhere. Black Dragon wings and flesh were strong enough to fly in a massive storm.

Whoo-hoo!

Lancelot gazes at the Black Dragon, disappearing somewhere along with its powerful flapping wings, as it stands still against the nuclear storm.