Hunter of the Perished World

Other shamans summoned the spirit and kidney through rituals, and instead delivered their voices and knowledge in a different way.

“Elsewhere, Elizabeth would have been mistaken for a witch and killed. But somewhere in here. It's the great shaman family of Solarium.”

Mukali smiles bitterly.

“Elizabeth is an unprecedented shaman in Christine's history. It's a blessing, not to Solarium, not to the Christines. ”

I was so good that I killed my cheating grandmother and was having a spiritual remedy to comfort her. Excellent is excellent, and strangers are strangers.

Elizabeth clearly felt that even the Mucali who knew the Christine family were familiar.

Elizabeth was born into a family of Christine family, but she has been a stranger since she was possessed by a spirit.

He is a family man, but can never be fused into a family. Therefore, the way to treat all humans is the same as the way to treat third parties.

You don't say "grandma," you say "Lisa." She has been calling everyone by name ever since she was able to speak. Mukhali was smiling bitterly because he realized that again.

No matter what she did wrong, even if that girl is the granddaughter of Lisa Christine, that doesn't change.

Elizabeth killed Lisa Christine. It was a completely different question of whether we should leave and accept it.

“So whoever you're looking for, Elizabeth, will find it. ”

Ramfil listens to Mukali and throws something that has nothing to do with the subject.

“Did you love her? ”

“ ……. ”

Speaking of Elizabeth, Mukhali was silent when the conversation suddenly passed to him.

“Did you love the dead shaman? ”

“Why do you ask? ”

Mukhali reveals a subtle sense of distance and hostility, and Ramfil shrugs.

“Just curious. ”

“Huh.”

Mukali stares at Ramfil as if there was such a bland person. A moment of silence, and thought.

And answer.

“In many ways. I did.”

In fact, the Demon Hunter is over happy, but not as old as he looks. In many ways, Ramfil thought about it.

“This is the home of my heart, and when I returned to this home, Lisa always welcomed me with the same attitude. ”

It was the same attitude, but not the same appearance. Unlike the mucali where time runs slow, Lisa grows old with every visit. Mukhali glances at the tomb with a mischievous look.

“How could I not love you? ”

Hunters are vagabonds.

What about the Demon Hunter?

If you don't die, the Demon Hunter is a wanderer forever. Hunters don't make their way back. As a demon-hunter, of course you should.

If you create a place to return to, you must face an old world apart from what it is healthy. You should be aware that everything but yourself is getting old.

That's why some demon-hunters give up eternal life and choose death. They pass everything on to generations to come and face death.

An aging world, an unchanging self. To be afraid of what he might lose more.

Or a dream.

Isolate the world and myself, dreaming of the world.

All demon-hunters have been corrupted.

Except for the demon hunter, Jean.

He's still a hunter. Still confronting things, breaking up. Fearing it, not dreaming, not turning away from the world, not choosing death.

‘What do you want? ’

Ramfil wanted to ask Gin, who isn't here.

Mucali, who said he had only lived sixty years, had already seen the world become a burden. I'm longevity in this world, but I'm not old. But it's enough time to face the things that are aging.

But how hard the world would be for Gene to live more than three times that time. They knew they were breaking up, and they actually broke up.

Ramfil realizes how difficult his accompaniment with Gin was, and how difficult his choices and decisions were.

‘What I received from you, I should have been more grateful than I thought. ’

Seeing the Mucali that could not withstand the webbing, Ramfil pledged even more to find Jean and Leona. Then, Ramfil looked at the Mukali and said,

“If you loved her that much. ”

Ramfil turns around and says briefly.

“I think I should cry. ”

That's how it feels, now that Ramfil knows.

These tears are useless to me, but I know I need them as long as I'm human.

As a human being, not a cyborg, Ramfil leaves his message and goes back to his mansion.

I wonder how long it's been since Ramfil turned.

Mukhali sits by the tomb and spits out a howling beast.

Uuuhhh!

The demon hunter's cry echoes through the villa within the centipede.

Lisa… .Lisa!

However,

You hear no echoes.

Night came to the villa in the fog, and the three of them ate together. With no users, the meal was all preserved and heated by Elizabeth. But it was also a compliment. Of course, it was not a feast worthy of this magnificent mansion, but Ramfil complained.

Due to the uncommon nature of the Christine family, the conservation ceremony was sufficiently relaxing, and the three of them finished a brief dinner without any conversation.

Mukhali finishes his meal as if he had been crying for a long time and returns to his mansion.

Elizabeth tidies up the dishes and pushes them onto the side of the kitchen.

“Are you doing all the work alone in this big house? ”

The mansion was large enough to clean the whole month, and start cleaning again from scratch. However, it did not look like I was living without cleaning.

Elizabeth shakes her head.

“I used to use a pair of cannibals, but now I can't afford them. ”

“What is a diet? ”

“Hmm…. Does it make sense to think it's a doll that does magic? ”

“... Spells don't matter. ”

“From where I sit, it's more interesting to see a piece of metal that pulls a finger and kills a person. ”

I'm talking about guns. That's how much magic was more natural for Elizabeth than science. Ramfil wonders what he would look like if he explained to Elizabeth that he was a cyborg.

Of course, I didn't take it out of my mouth.

Ramfil was surprised that Elizabeth was the shaman who could do such a thing. Even here, as a high shaman, Elizabeth is the greatest shaman of all time, Mukhali said.

“Are you a celestial shaman? ”

“Spells are blinding, and I know what they say. Unfortunately not. If I had, I could have kicked you out with one hand. ”

“Is that so... ”

Ramfil didn't see it firsthand, but he knew that the Celestial Sorcerer, Supernatural Juggler, had broken through the mystic barrier just by chanting a spell.

I met two heavenly shamans, but Ramfil's greatness has finally come to his senses.

“Have you ever seen an archangel? ”

In Elizabeth's question, Ramfil nods.

“Two. I've seen it.”

That said, Elizabeth reveals a pure surprise.

“The Christine family had never had an archangel. One of them is an immortal hunter, so if you think he's the descendant of attitude.... Who's the other one? ”

“I heard you have two disciples this time. ”

“Haha, you were a lucky man, two disciples becoming archangels side by side. ”

I don't know if it's a tragedy or a farce. Elizabeth adds that to the end.

“What do you mean, tragic or comedic? ”

“What could possibly go wrong? If there are two archangels present, that means there must be something the archangel needs. ”

Elizabeth was quite enthusiastic about the story about the archangel.

What two archangels need.

Ramfil already knew what was going on.

Sorceress uses commandments, which drive people crazy.

Therefore, the early stages were next to the Sorceress in case the Sorceress failed and went mad. To take control of the group. It was a tragedy and a farce at the same time.

Ramfil disagreed with the view that there were only two archaeologists by the relief of something, but Elizabeth seemed to think so.

“I don't know how many archangels. Have you ever seen them use magic? ”

In Elizabeth's question, Ramfil explains what he saw.

“One summoned a storm, and the other handled hundreds of kidneys. ”

One was supernatural, and one was a sorcerer.

In fact, Elizabeth was fused with a single spirit, but the Sorceress had hundreds of kidneys. Elizabeth is also a spiritualist who runs from him, though she may not be attracted to the power of magic anywhere.

“ ……. ”

Even Elizabeth opened her mouth slightly to see if it was absurd.

“Hundreds of kidneys, that's possible? If it's a storm... Wind Wind 21914? How long was the ritual? ”

“A few hours…. I think I got it. ”

Elizabeth laughs as if it were absurd.

“That's ridiculous. ”

“I have no excuse for what I saw. Can't you? ”

“… the Christine family is particularly weather-proficient, but it takes about three or four days to radically change the climate. At least it's raining, but the storm... If you have enough manpower and have enough sacrifices and offerings... Am I going to get caught..."

But the ultrasonic rate did it with a few hours of lethality. Ramfil found this quiet, quiet boy strangely amusing.

It was the same feeling I felt when I made fun of Leona.

So Ramfil said a few more words.

“He prays to the water in the can when he summons the storm. ”

I couldn't see myself as close to the Sorceress, but I accompanied her at one time. And apparently, the colossal rate used to brew whirlwindmills with water in the sea cans.

Now Ramfil knows a little bit about magic, but he realizes how ridiculous it is.

“... I don't want to make fun of you. ”

“ ……. ”

As Ramfil gazes silently, Elizabeth sighs.

“That sounds real.”

Life,

Elizabeth mutters, spitting on the floor.

It was Ramfil who realized how extraordinary his extraordinary existence was.

Ramfil was quite amused by the freezing of this quiet and well-toned girl, as well as the grunting expression on her face.

Ramfil feels that his personality is not as good as he thinks.

Even though Elizabeth was chewing on her face for a moment, she decided that she would never become an astrologer in her lifetime, and at the same time she regained her confidence. Just as she was satisfied with hearing about the archangel, Elizabeth looked at Ramfil with a bag of tricks.

“I'm going to be a nuptial. Would you like to take a look?”

I don't know if this is what you get for hearing about the archangel, but Ramfil nods because he had nothing else to do. The courtyard where darkness settled was dim, and as the girl turned on the light, a faint light in the fog silently illuminated the courtyard.

The air was cool and calm, and the atmosphere was more sparkling because of the darkness.

“See you out in the garden. If you're on the inside, you might get a dental cord. ”

In Elizabeth's words, Ramfil leans quietly onto the ledge. Ramfil is starting to realize that it's usually better to listen to the shaman. I didn't bring you any tools. She made a vase made of fog flowers and put it on a memorial stone.

A lower level shaman requires more sacrifices and sacrifices.

Elizabeth makes a vase, places the rules around the memorial stone in the right direction, and sits quietly in front of it on her knees.

Elizabeth was just a mysterious child, but she even had a different mood.

Like any intangible energy flowing from the body itself, there was a strange and spiritual atmosphere.

The girl performed many vows, but today's rituals were not so complicated. I don't have to sacrifice, I don't have to dance.

“I'm going to sing you a song. ”

I've never heard of Ramfil, and I don't know what it does. Elizabeth slowly explains with a gentle smile.

“It's a cold way to touch the soul. ”

The girl opened her mouth slowly.

Ahhhh...

Requiem

Without lyrics, a song of peace made up of notes slowly fills the courtyard.

Elizabeth's tone was mixed with spiritual energy, but at the same time the tone itself was excellent.

If he had sung a normal song, he would have no color if he said "jaim," and a lot of people would have listened to his voice and applauded him.

But now the song that Elizabeth sings is an enchanted song, a song of true will.

That's why Ramfil felt strange in the song that only existed.

Elizabeth describes the true song as a cold way to touch the soul. Indeed, it was cool enough to think that it was true, and at the same time, it also clearly conveyed the feeling of touching something as if it were wrapped around something.

And Ramfil clearly felt it.

It's a creepy feeling that makes my skin tingle.

I try to touch something by the means of confusion, but I feel that the object is fiercely resisting. In this bizarre situation where you can't see anything but feel something.

Ramfil realizes.

I don't know the details, but it's been a while since Solarium was covered in smoke.

So, Elizabeth would have been on the verge of the apocalypse all along. Elisabeta, the greatest shaman in Christine's family, has been doing the impeachment for a long time.

Ramfil doesn't know how long a spiritual agent usually takes.

However, Rampil seemed to know that Elizabeth's time invested was never too little.

It was also reasonably foreseen that Lisa Christine's origins were so strong.

Of course, homicide is a ghost. Since the world is like this, some dead people become ghosts and think of the world. It is unclear whether it is merely a concept or an energy organism that is intertwined with the MCP.

The important thing is, it remains in the world and realizes what triggers it and impacts the world.

Today, a mukali appeared that was the reason Lisa Christine longed for youth. And cried out in front of her.

If it's a chance,

Isn't that enough?

Elizabeth should have kicked the Mukali out.

But the girl knew about the relationship between the Mucali and Lisa Christine, so she couldn't send the Mucali away. I thought I'd give it enough time.

But it was a mistake, and all the long hauntings have returned to bulldozers due to the appearance of the Muqali.

Goooooooooo...

Elizabeth's eyes quietly open as she calls out to Requiem. In addition, Ramfil saw the shape of a red ear that materialized on the tombstone.

Elizabeth was neither embarrassed nor bored.

Admit that he was just lacking in skills, and admit that he was relaxed by admission when he shouldn't have been relaxed.

Every ritual a shaman performs usually takes time.

Elisabeta is running out of time to deal with the demons manifesting themselves in front of her eyes.

Elizabeth looks at the remote Ramfil and says,

“Run away.”

However, Ramfil already took out his photon sword as if it were a starting signal and rushed towards Elizabeth.

Queek!

Immediately before the Red Devil's hand was swinging at Elizabetta, Ramfil snatched Elizabetta and quickly escaped the demon.

Movement beyond human limits. Elizabeth's eyes widen as if she didn't think she could be saved. It was an impossible speed for an ordinary human being.

It was possible for Lamfil, a cyborg.

Boom!

Ramfil puts Elizabeth at a distance. Ghosts were standing, fully materializing.

An old hag with the face of an evil spirit was floating in the air, with puffy gray hair hanging all over the place, and black holes on her face would look like corpses.

A floating translucent red corpse.

Bondi ghosts can't manifest themselves in that much detail. So, the more detailed the appearance, the stronger the ghost.

In addition,

Ghosts cannot exert Bondi's physical power.

But it just tried to scratch Elizabeth. And Elizabeth slips out of the abyss, but feels the air shake.

What does that mean?

“I can't deal with this. That's a fetus. ”

“What's a fetus? ”

“A soul powerful enough to affect reality. It's a level of ghost directly beneath the demon. I can't retreat unless I'm properly prepared for that. I'll hold him by the power of the spirit.... Run away.”

Elizabeth is serious, and Ramfil replies slowly.

“... Really? ”

“We have to run. You're going to die."

In Elizabeth's words, Ramfil merely shows his back.

“I'm sorry.”

Bang!

Ramfil runs to the devil.

“I've killed plenty. ”

Ramfil, a special forces specialist in the Big Ghost Operations inside the MCP.