Hunter of the Perished World

The next morning, Ramfil made contact with Mucali in the 34 area where he was supposed to meet with Mucali. Frey did not hide his anxiety as he watched Ramfil leave, but did not catch him. Ramfil handed her a small caliber revolver from the gun range. The city was a fairly easy environment to find weapons in, so saving ammunition and revolvers was not difficult.

Tell them to shoot if anything happens. Whether she knows about gun control, she nods with a firm look while holding onto it.

Once crushed thousands of Wargrave Soldiers, but now she can't even pull her own strings. Ramfil didn't want to leave her like that, but getting her out was even more dangerous.

I didn't have to tell you that the target I was going to meet was a demon-hunter.

The power of the high shaman kept the warm climate of Solarium going, but the people of Solarium did not know.

There was only talk of a spiritual shaman living in the city.

“I hear Solarium's been around for a while. ”

“Spells matter to bloodline. Their lineage is proficient in spells. ”

The current high shaman is third generation, he added. It was said that the Grand Shaman's lineage was the beginning, the present, and the future of Solarium. The 34 area where they lived was home to a shaman, and it was a luxury home only for people who had accumulated considerable wealth in a large city called Solarium.

“Fair enough.”

It was mostly stoneware, and it was filled with mansions that didn't fit into the world. They were mansions the size of which would otherwise not exist.

There was an armed escort guarding the house at the entrance, and he couldn't see beyond the fence, but there was a garden being maintained.

“She's a celebrity in the first place, and everyone who flies here tends to see the marks. ”

Ramfil imagined him laying his magic tools in a shaman's hut, but in fact, he was living in a quiet mansion.

Imagination and reality didn't always fit together. Obviously, she hasn't informed us that she's stabilizing Solarium's climate, but apparently a famous shaman, and the amount of debt she receives is enormous.

When the weather was good, the mansions that would have been glorious and beautiful would have just been covered in green smoke. It was the first day of the morning, but it was dark because of Smog. Few people went back and forth because of the high-end residents, and all I could see was armed escorts and servants.

“Haven't you ever been home? ”

They were on their way to the Grand Shaman's house. But if he was going to find the high shaman, he would have already stopped by his house.

“Yes, but I haven't been inside. ”

“Why didn't you go in? ”

“The old lady doesn't use private security. I don't hire servants. ”

But when Ramfil asked, he said the wrong thing.

“You don't have to. Servants are replaced with cannibals, and in some cases, with weapons packs. So when they disappeared, the biggest problem was that no one had to ask. ”

No one knew her personally or had her around, so no one would ask her anything when she disappeared. That's why Mukhali said there was no easy way to find her.

“So now the mansion is a giant armpit. You can't come back from the dead if you don't go in there. ”

She may not be an ascendant, but she is not an ordinary shaman. Therefore, if you are caught by the blunt force she has installed, you will die wandering around in it.

Therefore, it was a reality that the thieves in Solarium would rob other places but not as close to the Grand Shaman's house as they would go.

“You couldn't get inside because you couldn't break through the armor? ”

“Yes, the blunt force is a mansion that has been retrofitted, revised and inhabited for a long time by the high shaman. The power of the incantation itself has surpassed her level. If you think about it, you'll be better off with asthma. ”

It is the same level as the extraordinary rate and the Sorceress. Over time, the blunt force grows stronger, and if she hangs on to it, it will not be released until she disarms herself.

That is why Mukali was unable to enter her home, her only clue and clue.

Ramfil stares at Mukali as he disappears.

“... Then just because I'm here doesn't mean you can go in. ”

“What are you talking about? ”

Rather, Mukhali tilts his head as if he couldn't understand Ramfil.

“I didn't just approach you because I thought I could help you. ”

Mukhali points to Ramfil's right wrist.

“That's a spell. ”

“Oh, no way... ”

He didn't approach because Ramfil is a Wargrave enforcer. I recognized the talisman on Ramfil's wrist, the spellbinding. He had never seen Gene, but he had heard of the many amulets he had.

Spellstick,

It is the most powerful and versatile method to implement most spells and to protect the wearer from a myriad of strange influences and forces.

“With it, you'll be able to penetrate the manor's armor. ”

Mukhali revealed himself to Ramfil because he made his own decisions.

“That's how you knew I was looking for the witch hunter. ”

That's why he seems to know that Ramfil is looking for the witch hunter.

“Yes, that spellbinding belongs to the evil hunter of the bloodline. ”

Mukali points forward, as if it were a good thing after all.

There was only one lofty mansion on the outskirts of the faint silhouette.

And unlike other places, it was covered in white fog, not green smog.

Mukhali briefly explained the white fog that covered the mansion.

“It's the effect of a blunt force. ”

“That's what you meant by that, right? ”

“Yeah, going into that fog means going into that old lady's open purse. ”

So the mansion only looked like Asrai near the high roof, but we didn't know what the overall structure was. And the area of the mansion in the first place was enormous.

Beyond the obvious, it seemed dangerous. Even the biggest petty thieves would not want to cross the fence of this house.

‘Now... It looks more like a witch's castle than a shaman's mansion. ’

Ramfil chuckles, thinking funny thoughts. The fenced mansion wall was clearly visible, but the fog could not pierce it either. Ramfil switched the visual mode to infrared fluoroscopy, but the inside only looked like a white mass and could not be pierced.

Ramfil had this experience once. Something that can't be pierced with an infrared fluoroscope.

It was the same as when the Celestial Party faced a violent death. The boiling darkness was not known beyond even the infrared fluoroscope.

‘I have a lot of strange spells to work with.... ’

After he came out into the world, he felt that he had a lot to do with the unpleasant power of magic.

It was never a good feeling to keep confronting things I didn't even know. In fact, the spellbinding on Ramfil's arm is also the product of magic.

“What do we do now? ”

“Arms out. ”

Lamfil warned me with a firm expression.

“If you try to talk nonsense... ”

“Then he must have beaten you up and taken it from you. ”

The relaxed smile had a definite confidence that it could overcome Ramfil. And Ramfil felt that look on his face.

He may not know Ramfil's skill, but his confidence in defeating him is clear.

“As confident as you are, I am quite confident. ”

Mukhali smiles, and Ramfil stretches out his right arm.

Rampil doesn't expect defeat, but he knows that the Dark Bones used by the demon-hunters are a very dangerous force. Gene doesn't use that power excessively, but Ramsay remembers the moment of the massacre when Ashfile wiped out the Hunting Worshippers.

It is not a moment to struggle with such things.

Not that it didn't make me curious.

‘Hogwolf...' ’

Ramfil didn't have it in him. If I have to fight, I only fight, and I have always won such fights. Victory was a bread and a fruit, so all you had to do was take it, and you didn't have to be desperate to covet it.

But Ramfil knows that I have a formidable opponent.

Knowing that victory is not given every time, you now know the feeling of curiosity.

While Ramfil was thinking that, Mukhali was holding Ramfil's right wrist. To be precise, I was holding a spell that was filled in there.

A black energy gushes from his hand, seeping into the spellbox, and the spellbound vibrates as small as a reaction.

Mukhali's eyes are a little dim as he looks elsewhere, not in real life.

“Hmm…. Hmm... So, oh, is this how you use it? ”

I was using the darkbone to analyze the characteristics of the spellbook and read the information on how to use it. The Amulet is not only owned by the Demon Hunter, but an Amulet made for Demon Hunters.

That's why Mukhali also has a dark bone, so he can analyze and use spellbooks.

“An amulet that combines hieroglyphics to create spells.... I heard, but it's really convenient. ”

“Is this so special? ”

“Nevertheless, this amulet doesn't make the Demon Hunter the best shaman, but the most accurate." ”

Mukhali repeats what Jean once said to Leona. Ramfil asked as if curious.

“Don't you have an amulet? ”

“I do have a few, but I only had one of the finest shamans and immortal hunters. Almost every demon hunter in the Grand Palace has one. ”

Ramfil knew it. If you think about it, Rampil walked with the camp and learned a lot of knowledge that no ordinary person would ever know.

That means Mukali also has the Great Law.

“There's only one evil hunter who has two of these. ”

Ramfil knew the other one was called Phantom Bain. Ramfil learned that Jean was so special among the demon-hunters. In fact, Gene, who had seen him next to me, was always cautious, and he did all the hunting to the point where he wanted to do this.

A little more than an absolute, deadly, old hunter.

After leaving Gene, I felt quite strange about Gene. It looks like a graveyard, but surprisingly he likes to joke, he likes to make fun of, he fights with Leona.

The word "evil hunter" is unfamiliar.

It was a word that had a strong sense of distance from Ramfil's memory.

“I'm curious about your relationship with him if I'm going to get such a grand gesture. ”

Since Ramfil didn't know that this bracelet had such a strong history, he realized how great was the favor he had never known was the favor of Sa Samjin.

It was used to stop the witch's compulsion a little.

“By the way, let's go through the armor. I'll try a little more. ”

Once again, Mukhali injects Darkbone energy into Ramfil's right arm. He frowns slowly, muttering in a grim voice.

“Yes... Excellent. There's an exact spell for this situation... ”

While rituals and sacrifices are supposed to trigger spells, spellbinding has the advantage that they can be used directly in place of Dark Bone Energy.

Gene prefers to proceed with consciousness to conserve energy.

“I use the letters" "I," "Life," and "Moon" to conjure up the words "Nausicaa." ”

A spell to find life in the barren armpit of a myriad of false paths and intrigues.

The original meaning of the word "leprosy" is of no use now. Only magic was called that with such intent.

Wooooo

So, as you wish, we give the magic that points to the living to Mukali and Ramfil.

“Let's go in.”

The mansion's giant door was already open. It's just that no one is thinking of going in.

The way to the mansion through the fog was quite an extraordinary experience for Ramfil.

It's normal not to know where to go, but Ramfil knew exactly where to go. The fog that was so thick that it could not even see the mukali right next to it.

“What happens if you go into the dungeon? ”

“There are different kinds of affairs. You fall into the fall of the maze and wander around for the rest of your life, or you get killed for obstacles you don't care about. If you go out as a man disguised as a breath of life, your body goes out, but your soul is tied to a stupor and you turn into a madman. Well, I'm not a good shaman, so I don't really know. ”

“You're full of shit. ”

“Hahaha! I've never heard that expression before. ”

Even if I took one wrong step, I was too relaxed to answer in this stubborn death regardless of my strength.

But with that explanation, Ramsay seems to know why Mukhali didn't just barge in here.

Even the demon-hunters were frightened, and the weapons in this mansion were baptized and strengthened over time.

Spells have emerged since their demise, but they are influenced by the old. In fact, it's like a sorceress singing a kidney. Sorcery is the strangest and most harmful of all since its demise.

But it exists as a entity.

The baptism of time.

Spells give immense power to those who are baptized by time.

But sometimes that awesomeness is not just beneficial to humans. Spirits literally draw in spirits.

It's like the old thing said to be full of geckos.

It's like a new cancer vaccine was living in the Seal of the Celestial Party when the heavenly storm disappeared.

“Wait.”

Mukhali stops. Ramfil feels a strange glare and stops.

“Looks like this isn't just a blunt instrument. ”

Mukali pulls a small lamp out of his arms and sticks his hand in there. Ramfil was also a familiar item, an empty machine.

He pulls out a chained sword from there. It wasn't a manly thing to wield, and it looked odd, but he was still holding the sword tied in chains, so that he couldn't pull it out of the knife.

Lamfil felt familiar, too.

“No way... Aggressive?”

“You know Yonkers, you know what to do, right? ”

Mukali looked at the direction his heart was pointing, and he hung up briefly and shouted.

“Run!”

If you slip even a little, you have to jump with all your might at this moment of death.