Hunter of the Perished World

[Mukali...?]

The embodied gesture has said with a sad resonance. Mukhali holds a blue transparent sword and looks at the wreckage of the person he once loved, where he once came back from.

[Mukali, what the hell, why. Why me? Is that how you see me?]

His sword, his lover, and a demon hunter's sword that specializes in killing the living.

Holding an ear blade and a changwol.

Mukhali says no, I admit it.

What's in front of you...

“Come, ghost. ”

He needs to be hunted.

“Here comes the demon-hunter. ”

Ghost hunting begins.

[Mukali?]

But Mukali didn't answer. He just leans forward and reaches out for his dagger.

Phew!

[Rrrrgh!]

Changwol, who was scarcely able to tear the devil to shreds, gave him a clear shot. The demon only runs away from the demon-hunter who chases and cuts, stabs, and slashes himself.

[Mukhali! Mukhali! It's me! Why, why me? Why? Why? Because I'm a ghost?]

“If I was alive, I would have died, Lisa. ”

The demon sighs and mutters, trembling in horror.

[Why…. Why...?]

“You know, don't ask. ”

[I was just trying to be with you!]

The Devil flees.

Demon enemies are shamans. However, if there is no proper shaman, what is the natural enemy of demons?

The reason for being a ghost is natural. Hate the world, but in Lisa Christine's case, the mukali was the reason.

Unlike the fact that Mukali is a demon-hunter. What if his obsession with Mukali had left him a ghost and he denied it to the world? The existence itself becomes as unjust as the existence itself.

A demonic being wronged by existence becomes one of the two.

Disappear, go crazy.

But anything is as severely weakened as it is.

“I never said I wanted that. ”

[I didn't want you to be alone in this lonely world! For you, for you! To stay where you've always been!]

The Devil shivers and shuns the blade of the Demon Hunter.

“I didn't expect you to bathe yourself with blood. ”

The hunter on the hunt no longer reveals his emotions. We just have to kill it. We have to kill it.

The least I can do now is answer that scream of pity for what I once loved.

“So shut up, monster. ”

[Mukaliyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyia!]

Flash!

Changwol, who absorbed the Dark Bone Energy, developed frightening blue ears, and similarly, Mukali was full of darkness all over his body.

Bang!

A single step forward shook the ground, and the devil was already in front of him. It was a very simple attack.

Stab.

Puk

And cut with a stake.

Uahhhhhh!

Stuffed with overwhelming blue ears, Changwol used to slay evil spirits. A better item for killing demons than the phantom vanes of their prime period. It was made by extracting demonic blood and souls.

A sword that does not exist has absolute influence over the absence of reality.

Just by stabbing and cutting.

[Cough!]

The demon tears its flank and scatters its feeble Qi into the air.

[Mukhali! Mukhali You, me! How could you?]

But the demon-hunters don't stop there.

Puck!

Stab.

Blah!

Cut it off.

Grrr!

Whack.

Ramfil and Elizabeth stare at the demons as they gaze upon the entire world slaughtering demons. Mukali slaughters demons as if they were portraits of the living.

A demon-hunter is the natural enemy of all demons and is preparing for every attack by demons.

Tore the branches.).

Tear your grip and seal the Demibeast.

Stab the eye to block perception.

All attacks are fatal and each attack deprives the Devil of its possibility. Slaughter is slaughter, but it is slaughter by an old engineer.

The way he dealt with the demon-possessed shaman, Mukali tore the demon apart.

[Shhhhh!]

A torn vocal cords demon struggles with a bizarre groan, and is in a slug state, but barely able to escape the blade of a demon-hunter.

[Uhhhhhhh!]

An enormous reverberation shook the surrounding atmosphere. Ramfil wiggles with his ears in his hands, and Elizabeth sits in a pale spot.

Mukhali was also unable to access the nobility.

The final reverberation was that desperate and desperate.

Lamfil could feel that the horror was not caused by anger or hatred. A tremendous sadness was delivered. Ghosts are distorted and therefore unstable.

The only thing that sustains that unstable mind is emotion, and reason remains as convenient. It was common sense to rush as emotions had collapsed.

The storm of frenzy that erupts as the fetus fades does not subside.

“Extinction.... Are you...?"

Elisabeta grips Ramfil's crotch with difficulty in answering Ramfil's question.

“I don't know…. ”

Risa's ghost, which she had no choice but to say was the best in her life, was spreading chaotic fraud all over the place. Mukhali was also carefully considering the moment of the end.

* Cough *...

Soon, the storm of noble noises subsided and the evil spirit, which is now almost nothing but rubble, muttered in horror.

[They all abandoned me.... Mucali... My granddaughter...]

My beloved granddaughter killed herself and was resurrected from the dead, but now the one she loves tries to kill herself.

However, the blow that Chang Luna inflicted was too great to reconstruct the body. The moment Mukhali chooses his breath and rushes in.

Boom!

The demon suddenly turns around and starts to move like a gunshot somewhere.

“Running away?”

Elisabeta shouts. The demon seems to have escaped, but instead, it enters the mansion. Elisabeta, who is confronted with strong anxiety, shouts. In the direction that the demon fled, there was absolutely nothing unclean about its existence.

“No, no. I'm going underground.”

“What's down there? ”

“There is a curtain that prevents bullies from entering the mansion. ”

“Oops!”

Mukhali immediately followed the devil, and Ramfil also caught and ran after Elizabeth.

“Lisa is on the verge of extinction. I think we should call in a strong-arming villa before it disappears and try to kill us all. ”

“I'd better kill him quick. ”

Ramfil holds the photon bomb in one hand and quickly heads to the place where the demons disappeared. Mucali using the Darkbone was faster than Ramfil, and Ramfil followed only that.

‘Fantastic.'

The power of the Demon Hunter is significantly different from the basic conditions of Ramfil. When Ramfil arrived, following the Mukhali that had quickly descended into the mansion's basement, a faint white magic circle was spread throughout the basement.

Once upon a time, Lisa tried to reclaim her youth through the ritual of the Phosphorus.

In addition, Lisa performed a ritual that called for a violent renegade in this place. And I used the remaining power of consciousness to create a barrier to protect myself so that no one would come to this basement.

After the situation was settled, Lisa expanded the boundaries gradually to create a level of rivalry that encompasses the entire villa.

This sequel, which was designed to drive out only the strongest of all, cannot drive out demons.

And now, Lisa has emerged in the middle of that conclusion. Lisa has already lost the foundation of her obsession and love. Lisa is at the crossroads of either extinction or regeneration.

But despite her betrayal, Lisa's hatred for the Mukhalida.

[If you don't love me anymore, I'd rather die, Mukali.]

Mukhali rushed in, saying he didn't have to listen.

[Death, so that no one can love you.]

The Demon Hunter must have loved a lot of people for a long life.

To die here, to be the last person to love me.

The Devil's body explodes before the Muqali stabs through the wall.

Cough!

It was a spiritual explosion, not an actual explosion, and it rocked the atmosphere, but it did no harm to Muqali or to Ramfil at all.

But not for Elizabeth.

“Hehe! Hehe! Queek!”

Elizabeth vomits blood in sudden collapse. My face was pale and my body was trembling.

“What happened! ”

“As they vanished, spiritual forces stormed the land. By sacrificing my body.... ”

Half of Elizabeth's body is spiritually affected by the storm. Elizabeth, who shed blood at her mouth, points to the connection.

“Brains, boundaries. The seal is broken.... ”

Mukhali sees Lisa completely extinct and stares at the trail with a puzzling look. Elizabeth staggers and shouts.

“Snap out of it! You're going to be a beast! ”

“Shouldn't we run away? ”

Mukhali and Ramfil were able to break through the fierce barrier and reach this mansion. Since it was possible, it was possible to escape. But Elizabeth denied such a hopeful observation of Ramfil.

“Lisa just sacrificed the soul of a fetus to perform a ritual! You didn't just break the seal! ”

“Then what happens? Explain it properly."

Elisabeta, the high shaman, knew exactly what Lisa was doing. You broke the barrier that prevented the strong-armed from approaching. And he sacrificed himself as a sacrifice to the soul of the child.

“Sacrificed himself to a dysfunctional god. ”

The soul of the pregnancy is a very good sacrifice that has powerful power for the dysfunctional.

“On the condition that we track the three of us down to the end and kill them. ”

“… What? ”

Then leaving the mansion is meaningless now. Kill three humans in exchange for having a fetal soul. Being physically reluctant is an aggravation, and no one really knows what it is, but the aggravation is clearly summoned and responds to consciousness.

Lisa uses it as much as Elizabeth does.

Goooooooooo...

Slowly, but in time.

Ramfil clearly felt an ominous premonition. A violent shudder is approaching.

Mukhali has also heard about what will happen now.

“Liza.”

Elizabeth looks at the mucali with a puzzled look on her face. The one I loved was killed, and I killed her again with my own hands.

Mukali like that couldn't be sane right now.

“Fix the novelty and form a pharmaceutical barrier. ”

But Mukali said that rather than being confused. Elizabeth gave a negative answer.

“I can do it... We won't last long. We're running out of time. ”

“Surviving is not the end. ”

Mukhali holds the power in his hand.

“I will endure. ”

“What are you talking about? It's not a ghost, it's a phenomenon! You can't kill him! ”

“Liza. I told you. ”

Mucali lays his hand on Elizabeth's shoulder and looks her in the eye.

“It's not something you can do. The devil hunter does what he has to do. ”

Shhhhh...

A fierce frenzy is approaching.

“Hurry up. There's a thunderbolt coming. ”

Elisabeta couldn't say no more.

Elizabeth had just been unable to stay in good shape due to the previous storm, and was slowly disbanding and repairing all the intact remains.

“It's hopeless.... At least this..."

It is unlikely to be reconstructed by placing a few intact new pieces of broken grain. It was a very narrow range, a very weak level of boundaries.

Mukali shakes his head as Ramfil raises his photon sword.

“You, too, must enter the circle. ”

“No, I can do that. ”

“Get in! Get in there and defend Liza in case she gets into trouble!" ”

In Mukali's sad voice, Ramfil felt a plump fluff. Ramfil looks at the mukali and says,

“Are you going to die? ”

“If it does, it does, and if it doesn't, ”

The imminent circumstance is already near. Not the same as when you come in here. The gangrene that absorbed the soul of the pregnancy would have become stronger, and could not be predicted what level it would be.

However, the demon-hunter said he would face the strongest of them all.

“I'm sorry, we wanted to help each other. I dragged you into limbs without doing anything for you. ”

Obviously this place is private.

Aggressive aggravated kidney is the prime recoil of the maxillary maxilla, and it gets stronger and attacks them. It's like living with a storm in your head that you can't escape.

No matter how brilliant a human being is, we can't stop that storm. Unless you are an astronomer, that storm will tear you apart.

Ramfil smiles bitterly at Mukhali's forgiveness.

“If it's worth the price, that's as much as I can take. ”

“You sound like a hunter. ”

“Is that so?"

I've been with Gene for a long time, so he might have learned that expression. But it was also an expression of the willingness not to think of dying here. Elizabeth barely completes her medication, and kneels down in the middle.

The strength of the deficiency is replaced by the power of the spirit she possesses.

“I'm ready. Come in. ”

Ramfil enters the breach. Mukali resists the aggravated on the outside and prevents the aggravated from focusing on breaking the barrier.

Ramfil comes in from the inside and blocks the desperate attempt on Elizabeth's life.

It's a simple operation.

But its chances of success are close to zero. Elizabeth mutters slowly, focusing on her strength.

“We're not swimming in the ocean, we're emptying the water. ”

So there is no hope.

Mukhali and Ramfil had come to the mansion with the same concept of swimming across the ocean and reaching the island. It can be compared to sailing through a sea called "The Violent Vagabond" and reaching the altitude of the house.

But being targeted by the aggravated, they're not swimming up from the deep sea, they're trying to drain the water out of the ocean. The priests that made up the cult had already been mostly destroyed and were defending themselves with the poor consequences of the debris.

Ramfil looks at Elizabeth and says,

“Is that why we're giving up? ”

“How reckless we are. I'm telling you how hard you want to work. ”

Elisabeta focuses her strength on whether she senses death, but seems to be helpless. Looking at the little girl, Ramfil stands beside her. The fierce dysfunction was about to begin a collision.

“I was Wargrave Soldier. ”

“I didn't feel like a normal person. ”

“I've done a lot of operations. Clearly, some of those operations had to die. Everyone knows that when you're on the move. That I'm gonna die on this operation, that there's no hope. Sacrificing someone, taking advantage of someone else, or rescuing someone important. There are those kinds of operations. Because that's what an army is.”

Ramfil tells the story of a time when he was an old Wargrave Soldier that he didn't suddenly do. For a little Lamfil, it was also a long talk.

Ramfil says, holding a photon sword.

“But even though I knew everyone was going to die, No commander tells us we're going to die. It will definitely succeed, and it will definitely come back to life. ”

“I don't know what that means. ”

“It has to be. ”

A fierce shudder approaches, and Mukhali's expanse scatters his eerie ears and cuts off the intangible fog. A nervous nervous breakdown strikes and strikes to push the Qi through.

“No matter how impossible it may seem, you have to say you can make it. ”

Hiccup! Hiccup!

A demon-hunter becomes a ghost and dances with his sword.

“Because I said so, I've seen a lot of operations that are scheduled to fail turn out to be successful. ”

Ramfil rushes towards the incoming fierce cult.

You won't survive.

He said he had to think he could survive.

Elisabeta raises the power of the spirit as she looks sadly at the demon-hunter who killed the ghost and dances on the precious blade.

I'm still breathing.

I'm still holding my breath. So we must fight to survive until we die.

We can't evacuate the ocean.

It's possible to take away one thing to clear the ocean.

Obviously, it's gonna be empty for about a buck. I couldn't give up yet.