Hunter of the Perished World

Kukwakwakwakwakwabang!

Everyone's nerves were shaken when the noise was clearly different from the noise so far.

“This... ”

“I don't think there's a problem. ”

The sound of the building falling and the sound of thunder is not as good as the sound it makes when it catches the undead. The sound of firearms was loud, and the noise was loud. The sound of footsteps coming from outside the hallway was also urgent and rough.

Enemy Enemy Enemy Enemy Enemy Enforcement Troops Infiltrated!

Bailiff, call the Bailiff!

Where is the commander?

I had a good idea of what was happening just by the noise.

“The guerrilla who fought the Undead raid. ”

The perimeter of the Outpost is clearly guarded. Therefore, if there is an enemy troop operation, it is possible to know beforehand.

But the opponent is an executioner. It is possible to run on foot but not compared to ordinary people, and it is possible to move in secret. It's easy to move tens of kilometers in secret through the night.

The defensive line has collapsed, and undead monsters will descend. Not many undead, and now the base has to deal with incoming undead and enforcers carrying out guerrilla operations.

Everyone looked tense, and now it was time to make a decision.

“I don't know the purpose of guerrillas.... An executive would rather kill a commanding officer than destroy an entire unit. ”

“Of course.”

“Isn't this the most dangerous place? ”

This is a place where all the Viceroy is gathered, and even if we don't know what's going on here, it shouldn't be difficult to guess that the guards are stationed here because of Castle's high walls.

Then the place where those guerrillas would eventually attack would be inside this castle, even if it were dangerous out there right now.

It was not a good choice to go outside.

“Leona, go down to the underground bunker and defend Elizabeth and Frey. I'll tell you where to find an executive if you ask me. ”

It was Gin's idea that the bunker would be built as long as it was a garrison, which was true. Leona nods with a firm expression.

“Yes.”

“Ramfil, you and I face our enemies about to cross the Wall. ”

“Yes."

There is no need to actively deal with enemies. This is a forward base, and no matter how many Enemy Enemy Enforcers there are, there are an enormous number of troops stationed here.

The pride of the two demon-hunters' cooperation, of course, was doubtful.

Leona quickly takes the other two down to the bunker, and Gene and Ramfil climb over the wall. There's already plenty of machine guns and snipers waiting. The Wall Defender heard that Jin and Ramfil will be assisted by the commander sent by the Chancellor.

I was told to treat it with the best possible example, as it is a significant combat force.

“How many enemy troops? ”

Captain Soldier answered Jean's question.

“We're not sure, but we're working on a few signatures, more than twenty. ”

“I see.”

Twenty or more modifications, or at least eighty.

Boom, boom!

There are flashes and destruction in many places simultaneously. With only one enforcer, hundreds of slatterhouses could be reduced to ash.

If there are eighty such enforcers, they can conduct small and medium combat as well. Of course, it is impossible for them to destroy this forward base on their own.

However, with overwhelming maneuverability and agility, continuous destruction is possible.

Everyone is nervous, listening to the sounds of distant thunder and undead crying.

Ramfil is also standing beside Gene, staring down at the battlefield.

Indeed, the executive's ability is specialized in guerrillas. If a squad of our enforcers follow to kill, they hide, and another squad of enforcers flies away. The user does not bother dealing with enemies, but pokes at weaknesses.

If you swing it, you will be hit with a deadly blow, not by destruction.

Flash!

A flash of light flashes from somewhere, and the Defense Officer's eyes wide open as if they had been torn apart.

“Hey, there! ”

Kukwakwakwakwakwakwakwabang!

With an enormous bang, there was a tremendous explosion that shook the surrounding land and atmosphere.

“Ammo magazine... ”

A magazine explodes and the surrounding buildings are swept away by the explosion.

That's not enough damage. That's a lot of damage. They have enforcers, but their enforcers are lost. It is true that it is harder to find than to hide, and it is unconditionally disadvantageous in a fight like this.

At this rate, we'll be beaten senselessly, but the moment those enforcers come here, it'll all be over.

We should at least reduce the number in advance.

“I have to go... ”

The smaller Ramfil tries to take a step forward, and Gin grabs his shoulder.

“You're not the only one here. ”

“I know that... ”

Bang!

And Ramfil looks back at the sound coming from behind.

There, a black shadow rising into the sky revealed itself in the moonlight.

Something with black leather wings rises high into the sky and flaps its wings.

Whoo-hoo!

And then, like a shot, they start hurling themselves across the wall to the ground. Ramfil stares dazed at the unrealistic appearance of the devil in the world.

I remember seeing him in New Delhi in Second War with Frey.

Gallaheads.

A monster hunter lunges into the battlefield to hunt down the executioner.

“This is A3, the enemy bombed a magazine. ”

[Copy. Proceed to the next point. More than.]

After the ammo magazine explosion with the beam blasters was completed, the A3 quickly began to move to the next point. A guerrilla doesn't mean it's a dead end. Each squad has its own Bomb Mission point, and the mission is being carried out one by one.

I scouted the area every night and found out where all the facilities were located. I've been collecting information every night, putting body rotting water on my body to avoid the undead.

I know it's hard to destroy, but it's true that everyone wants to strike a similar blow.

Enforcers are people, and of course they have feelings.

The command fears him more than the Allied forces fear him.

And I hate it.

In order to destroy the armies of Asura, who created this battlefield that insults death, executives fight.

But there are no law enforcement officials here who are hardened by hatred and can't do their job right.

The next point is the enemy's orbital depot. If you completely disable the Orbit Repair Station, your enemy's Chariot Control stat will significantly decrease. You cannot operate a stationary trajectory unless you return to the headquarters in Srinagar.

“It's moving.”

I was already familiar with the whole operation, so I had a point of action. With the magazine blown away, all the troops in the vicinity were already shattered and there was nothing around except a blazing fire.

I had to.

Shhh!

It feels cool on my spine and scary.

Kugu!

Something with giant wings falls before your eyes. In a situation where even the building flew away and there was no cover.

The most opposing opponent appears.

Squad Leader A3. Hanil sees the robe wrapped around the black wing in front of his eyes and opens his mouth slightly.

Though you know you don't have time to think, accidents are quick to remember.

He's seen it.

Problem is, there are two double bonds in the group. One is Black Fog, a beast that devours and crushes all living things.

And the other one in front of you, Naz.

A loose front of the robe unfolds and something pours out of it.

From appearances to attacks, it took less than 0.3 seconds.

Kwakwakwakwakwakwabang!

The trunks projected at the speed of breaking through sound look like dry branches. But the branch pierced the body of four enforcers in an instant.

“Cough, cough! ”

“Hehe!”

“Chug!”

Three men have been pierced through the head, and Hanil, the enforcer who pierced the abdomen and chest, vomited blood. You try to cut a branch off with a laser sabello, just like meat stuck in a skewer, but your arms are pierced through the projected trunk again.

“This is ridiculous.... Cough!”

Those stalks that were too dry to be called tentacles seemed to be the branches of a dead tree.

However, the dry trunk was more flexible than steel, sharper than an awl, and faster than a bullet.

How many allies died in that simple and straightforward attack? He had a clear memory of the scene where the trunk pierced through the Gigaframe even through the armored car's iron plate.

The three executioners pierced the head immediately, as if they were speeding up bodily fluids, their skin gradually shrunk and eventually rolled to the ground in a horrible manner, with the steel exoskeleton clearly visible.

It's like a vampire.

However, it is slightly different from a vampire.

The rushing winds take off the Nachar's hood and reveal his face, frowning and wrinkling like an old tree.

The tree-like human face was distorted, so ugly that it was hard to even look at properly.

It doesn't suck blood, it sucks fluid.

It's like Lancelot has become the monster of his brother who handles fog.

Galahad became a living tree.

Hanil looks at the wings of the capsule rising behind Galahad's back. It was the moment of death, but it was clear.

That's not a wing, actually.

Many of the blood vessels extending to the wings of the black capsule were actually veins of leaves, not blood vessels. They only modeled the leaves on their wings.

Galahad captures Hanil alive and kneels before him.

Because he sucked out three fluids.

The wrinkles on Galahad's face gradually spread, quickly becoming the face of an ordinary person. Even the white hair, which had been counted white, was becoming a green, dark hair.

Hanil was able to identify the Nazi that none of his commanding officers knew about.

Clearly, Galahad was facing a woman. I couldn't recognize it when it was distorted, but if I suck the fluid, I can regain my original face.

And that face, as it should be called, appeared in legend or myth, was a beautiful face. Galahad glances down at the two paralyzed enforcers.

Hanil has forgotten his words.

Not just because he looks different. It was because Galahad, who looked like a demon and didn't even want to look at it, was transformed into an angel who would never be seen again.

What is this?

Are you a monster?

“According to legend, it might be Nymphe or Dryad. ”

To those who are about to die, Galahad explained so. Ash's file was once him, no. That's what I told her. You're not a monster, you're a fairy. That's what the old master used to say to himself in the sense of confirming his existence.

“But what's the point of all this? ”

Galahad's regained beauty mutters in a sad voice. Her voice, which used to make unpleasant noises intertwined with iron, now turned as sweet as the whisper of an angel.

“Lose your master. Now I'm back to being a monster who's hungry for eternity. ”

She's an old hunter, not just a demon-hunter, but an old monster who's lived a long time.

At one time, I didn't want to lose my beauty, so I killed a man and sucked out his fluid. You have to suck the bodily fluids of the living to fill the burning hunger.

I went to the Nomad's hut because I hated myself, a monster who could only satisfy hunger in the death of others and couldn't sustain beauty.

I lost my beauty, but I didn't get hungry. The owner and king freed her from her damned hunger for eternity.

Now again.

There is no king. The old monster returns to the monster.

It is in the battlefield after becoming a monster suffering from eternal hunger. The body fluids that need to be sucked are everywhere, and there are countless ways to solve hunger.

But it's not pleasant.

She has no desire for youth, no desire for beauty, no desire for satiety.

Even the uglier you get when you starve, the more you forget about yourself a long time ago. The days that I used to be proud of were already forgotten, thinking that the ugliness was a sign of patience.

A monster's life is just a monster's life.

There is no meaning to it. It's just living because it's alive.

But sometimes I thought it was fun.

If his ugly, distorted face recovers at least the original shape as he absorbs bodily fluids, the faces of the victims look like they encountered angels.

Funny and scary at the same time

“Do you need interrogation? ”

Hanil regained his sense of reality in Galahad's questions.

He was at least not a great person to forget what was important for a moment of distraction. I was just a little overwhelmed by unexpected changes.

But Hanil knew that the outside was the outside, and Gallahead knew it.

I don't intend to tell you anything.

“Kill.”

Hanil said with hatred.

“Monster.”

Galahad sucked Hanil's body without saying a word, and immediately tore the corpse of Hanil into a heavy lump of iron.

Galahad, the beast without satiety, the curse of hunger itself, knew that this satiety was not long, and that regeneration was not long. He was obsessed with the past, but now he's forgotten about it.

There is no desire for such things. I've eaten so much already. I know how to endure hunger because I'm a long-lived monster.

However.

“Whew, the smell of oil. ”

He only muttered maliciously about his feelings for the meal.

Yeah, I'm a monster.

You were once a monster, and now you're just a monster. I encountered a life where I could not live as a monster for a short time, and in the end I just came back as a monster.

You don't even know why you have to live, and you just hate the fact that you're still alive.

They know they can't find any answers, so they just live life like Saturn without trying to find any answers.

Galahad flies up into the high sky, spreads its wings of black leaves and looks down at the base.

‘My Lord.'

Where did you leave me?

Constantly returning to yourself with questions you couldn't possibly hear.

Whoo-hoo!

Into the ground, they begin to plummet.