Hunter of the Perished World

Krrrrrrrrr!

The storm does not stop. The aftermath of photodisintegration bounced off the raindrops for a moment and once again the storm clouded my vision in the place where the battle took place. Charlotte heads to the place where Galahad has fallen to confirm the target's death.

Gallehead, stuck in a pile of cement, had half his body torn apart and had no power to move his fingers or move, without being demoralized.

Photonic decay has caused catastrophic damage to Ghosted Galahad. Charlotte stands in the rain, gazing quietly down at Galahad.

“You win. ”

Galahad mutters with a loud hiss, and Charlotte looks down at you coldly.

The enemy of Wargrave.

Contrary to the fact that the enemy has not been able to fight, this enemy is a cyborg fighter. It was no exaggeration to say that he truly had the power to suit his position.

It wasn't a random assault on Galahad. Charlotte already knew how to kill Galahad perfectly. You must possess the most powerful force to kill ghosts in order to kill Galahad and Lancelot.

In the past, the only weapon capable of such a role was the archaeology of the demon-hunters. But Wargrave has found the answer, as he always has. The photon decay used by Terraframe has another weapon that can kill Galahad.

And in return for knowing it, Galahad had had to experience a terrible defeat.

In the rain, the two were staring at each other. Charlotte ignores all emergency communications from the command post that she needs to escape.

“You said you wanted to know what the shaman predicted. ”

“ ……. ”

“They say I'm defeated. ”

Charlotte forgets her words. Galahad may be using his defeat as a sacrifice to amplify his injustice to their leader, the shaman.

But Charlotte had a hard time figuring out it was the truth.

Charlotte knew there were not many false followers in the face of death.

But apart from him, it was offensive.

I can't believe you were even expecting to win. Eventually, she fought on her own free will and won on her own strength. But it sounded like he was playing at the shaman's fingertips.

“Then why did you fight me? ”

“Do you know that hunters die in the wilderness? ”

“Yes."

Most hunters die in the wilderness during a hunt.

“Very few hunters die of old age. ”

“Of course.”

“No, you don't know what I'm talking about. ”

Galahad vomited blood. And of course, we might have to call it blood, a pale green liquid rising out of the throat, but it was probably Galleheart's Pearl site.

“Most hunters die in the wilderness, but those who don't die in the wilderness are usually.... ”

And self-indulgent.

“Become a Vagabond. ”

That's what they say.

Very few hunters die of old age. There are more hunters going hungry than old dead hunters. There are very few ships, but fewer hunters die of old age than there are few.

“I became a pear bond for a sin that did not die in the wilderness, a sin that did not die of old age. ”

Hunting monsters has made me a monster. It was a day filled with hunger and hunger. After becoming a monster, I felt joyful when I drank someone else's fluids and temporarily regained my youth.

I lived with the delusion that I could be immortal, eating humans and monsters. However, the young man who was recovered in exchange for taking someone else's life and life disappeared in a miraculous fashion, pointing out his innocence, and did not give up his satiety.

Eventually, hunger became sadness. The sparkling youth only made me desperately realize my ugliness. Gallaheads roam through the wilderness, embracing their loathsome hunger. To starve myself to death without eating anything.

However, the damned hunger did not kill Galahad, even if it meant giving him cravings. I was determined not to eat anything in the frenzy, but I was going to walk until my hunger erased my existence one day. Although it was not sin to endure the added hunger, there was definitely someone who was obsessed with the torture itself that was just tormenting him.

And after a vicious wandering embrace of that damned hunger, Galahad met Ash's file.

‘It's a baggage bond.’

She was still before she became the king of BH. Gallaheads and Ashfiles encountered in the wilderness saw each other as an unusual presence.

Ashfiled took on the human form, but the terrifying energy of its own body would tear Galahad's skin apart.

‘Who are you? ’

I don't know.

Galahad was able to see that Ashfile was living in pain similar to the cursed hunger he felt, just by peering into the desperate sadness in his eyes.

"Like you, you can't die when you have to. You're a living monster. ’

It was Ashfile.

They had to survive because they couldn't die at the moment they had to die. Galahad asked.

"Why do you live? ’

Galahad asked Ashfile a question that didn't have an answer for him either. What is the meaning of living as a monster?

Ashfile muttered quietly.

‘Because there is something you must live to see again. ’

That's why we live. Galahad doesn't know what it is. I could tell that life was suffering without having to say Ash's file was old. But Ashfile was living up to what he could only face alive.

Ashfile said that and then went through Galahad, and Galahad unknowingly followed behind Ashfile.

To be precise, Galahad was drawn to the grief of the Ashfile.

What kind of sadness is that? You can accept the monster's life and be sure of it without shaking a dime.

Galahad wanted to know how to deal with grief. I wanted to know how to confidently insist I had to live.

Galahad became the first of his bloodline, gaining a new name. It frees me from the abhorrent hunger, and I can forget the hunger I had to endure every moment after becoming a monster.

I couldn't learn how to deal with grief.

But I got a reason to live.

Ashfile was a savior to Galahad. I chose to live a life for the Savior.

My nightmare of living in order to live met a master who could take on a cursed hunger.

Ironically, Gallahead gained true freedom as its owner emerged. I had no regrets about living for the one who gave me freedom.

And I thought that one day I would learn to stand up through sorrow and sin in that life.

But Galahad now knows.

And that, of course, is something you can't learn.

Ashfile did not rise from grief and sin, but was eventually consumed by his own grief. Not only did she stand up, but she also ended up wandering around, preoccupied by her sins and grief.

Galahad spent a long time with her and didn't know that she was struggling like that.

From time to time, Galahad wondered.

His loyalty and love for the Ashfile is a sham. Maybe he's hallucinating because his mind just became hers. She was a willing pear. She could have suspected that.

I thought maybe I was mistaken for a mission that wasn't even a blood relative.

You can only truly know how important someone was to you when they disappeared.

Now Galahad knows.

Not because Ashfile was the owner of the blood, but just because I really loved her.

Ashfile no longer controls itself because it no longer exists in the world. But in the loss of Galahad, he knows that she is his true master, and that she is his only master.

For his surviving sins, Galahad became a ship bound for a mortal sin.

Again, for surviving.

Galahad was punished for living in a world without Ashfile.

The punishment was the harshest of all the life sentences Galahad ever endured.

And I regret it.

I regret those common days of clinging to reverence and worship.

I met my master, Ashfile, who was always great and determined and unshakeable. I wanted to tell you that I know you're grieving, even if I can't touch that sadness.

But every regret is too late. What is lost will never be restored.

‘Galahad, one day you will fight Wargrave enemies. ’

‘Indeed.'

The astrologer's supernatural rate that informed Galahad said he didn't know the exact time and situation, but that Galahad would one day face such a fight.

"Yes."

Do you know the victories of that fight? ’

‘You will lose. ’

"If that happens, do you mean run away?" ’

‘No.'

The chorus laughed sadly at Galahad.

‘There's a fight you're looking for, and you won't listen to me. ’

He knew Galahad was fighting for the place of defeat. For losing his master, Galahad lost all purpose in life. I also knew that I was taking this war as punishment.

That's why I knew at the earliest opportunity that if he was to fight defeat, he would devote himself to it. That's why he didn't even tell me to run away if I encountered such a fight. I don't think Galahad will accept that.

‘Then why are you telling me this story? ’

Why does defeat teach those who do not intend to avoid the predicted battle?

‘It's a fight you will lose, but it may not be your grave. ’

That's what the supernatural rate clearly said.

You may lose, but you may not die.

That is why Galahad did not avoid the fight against the enemy. Defeat did its best in the predicted battle and faced the result.

Galahad did not speak his thoughts to Charlotte de Calz.

Shoot me!

The storm is taking over my son-in-law.

“Why did you fight to lose?" ”

“Yes."

Gallaheads speak boldly.

“I said I'd lost, but the shaman said this place wasn't my tomb. ”

Charlotte draws out the arc saver's light and points it at Galahad.

“If you're going to lie, I don't think you have the right choice. ”

Charlotte hated two shamans more than she hated the monster in front of her eyes.

“Shouldn't you have told me you'd die here if you were going to confuse me? ”

Galahad should say his tomb was foretold to be here. You tell them that killing Galahad will continue as the shaman predicted, and it offends Charlotte.

That would be absurd if you didn't kill Galahad.

So, what Galahad said was showing Charlotte too many convenient options.

Kill him.

What's different than saying that? Charlotte could see enough of Galahad's lies. A shaman is fine.

There was no reason not to when the target had to be killed, asking to kill himself like this.

After all, the aftermath of photonic decay will cause Galahad's body to decay slowly without finishing. So it was kind of a mercy to Charlotte that killed her.

If I didn't know that, there was no reason to listen to my will in an urgent situation where enemy support might come.

Galahad also knew that his body was slowly collapsing.

Enemies that cannot be forgiven must be fair in the face of death. To show minimal respect to the enemy who is here, even after knowing death. To keep it from collapsing in pain.

“I'll make it easy for you. ”

Charlotte, like Asura, tried not to insult the death of her enemies, but to kill herself.

The Arch Saver was struck down by Galahad.

Blah!

“! ”

“Here's how it looks. ”

“Ram… Phil? ”

A falling red sword appeared, slammed by Ramfil into Changwol.

For both, it was never a pleasant reunion.

With an unexpected appearance, Charlotte retreated at a distance. Galahad was also perplexed by the sudden appearance of Ramfil.

But Galahad's consciousness was getting further and further away. He was best aware that his body was dying, not resurrecting, after being hit by photon destruction.

I called for backup, but it was quite late.

But Ramfil, who didn't know it, stared at Charlotte, blocking Galahad's way. Charlotte's eyes were shaking violently.

The gunship was shot down by an energy blaster launched by the two Unnowns. And Charlotte knew that Ramfil with Terraframe protocols was capable of such power.

One became clear that it was Ramfilim.

And Charlotte knows who Ramfil was looking for. I can only assume that Ramfil stands with the Allied forces, even if he stands in his way now.

“No way... Even the devil hunter?”

Charlotte said that Ramfil didn't have an answer, and that was enough to make a guess.

“Why…. Why are you over there? ”

It was true that Ramfil was also uncomfortable. The opposing Pokémon gives itself the Terraframe Protocol and Gigaframe. It was never pleasant to face such an opponent with a sword.

Above all, in this battlefield situation it is clear that the Allied forces are absolute evil.

Charlotte thought she might be hostile to Ramfil. But I never thought I'd meet an enemy on this wretched battlefield.

Ramfil stares at Charlotte with a stiff expression.

“Do I have to apologize?”

“ ……. ”

Charlotte mutters as she chews.

“It doesn't have to be. ”

Even if we didn't anticipate this situation in the first place, it was the situation we were in.

“I want you to know what it means to be with those damned things. Ramfil.”

“I know. ”

“No, you don't. ”

Charlotte could read it from Ramfil's cold eyes. Ramfil doesn't know what this war is yet.

Charlotte knew that the dead had never seen a wretched battlefield rise to insult life. Even then, whatever its purpose will be with the Allied forces.

Charlotte also used a lot of force in the fight against Galahad, and her body was nearly half-broken. Above all, Charlotte felt intuitive. It was not the product of blue black science in Ramfil's hands.

I feel confident that what he is holding is not the only Terraframe protocol.

That's why I knew it was suicide to deal with Ramfil in a situation where more enemies might come.

Just achieving my original goal is enough. Now, it's time to stop this aberration. Will you be able to escape the clutches of this unexpected enemy, Ramsay? The enemy was likely to possess powers similar to or greater than Galahad.

Apart from the embarrassment and the anger, Charlotte had to run away now, and she was having a nervous breakdown.

Objectively, the chance of escaping was low.

‘Will I die in a place like this...? ’

In this situation where his actions grabbed his ankle, Charlotte felt a sense of responsibility.