Hunter of the Perished World

Krrrrrrrrr!

Darkbone energy from Avalanche rocks the battlefield and creates a void in the enemy's advance.

The energy turbulence the avalanche emits could charge faster and fire that frequently than Ramfil's terraflator, but could attack a wider range.

In his left hand was Avalanche, and in his right hand was the M700 Lemington with a magnifying magazine. It was ironic to hold a sniper rifle with 7.62 mm rounds, not even NTW20 specialized in heavy duty snipers, in situations where enemy power was largely armored.

Obviously, Gin's old friend, this sniper rifle, has helped Gin in many ways, but in the present situation, it's only a low-level piece of equipment that can't kill even a cyborg fighter.

Of course, Gene didn't pull out this gun because of his loyalty to an old friend.

All of that is valid only when the assumption is that Dark Bone Energy is not available.

Gene fires bullets at the sky, not having his eyes on the scope with one hand.

Aimed at the enemy gunship.

Boom!

The bullet that flew with the trigger sound was not just a 7.62 mm warhead, but a lot of dark bone energy.

Like a lie, the bullet fired without even aiming was precisely hitting the enemy gunship's expected route.

Boom!

Then a black energy explosion erupted and a gunship disappeared from the sky.

I wasn't hanging out at the encampment.

Gene has embarked on crafting a tan to take advantage of the current situation where unlimited Dark Bone Energy is available. Satan, who struck down the Dark Bone Energy and created the spell of the Spellmaker, was able to demonstrate enough evil power.

Avalanche can handle gunships, but it's more economical and faster to handle a piece of Satan than Avalanche, who needs time to recharge.

It was a way I wasn't drunk during the time of the demon hunt.

Gene lived a hundred years as the most fearsome predator and hunter in the world.

And I lived another hundred years as a toothed predator. Gene chooses to sharpen the claws rather than looking for the missing ones.

You survived the wilderness as a hunter, losing most of your power as a demon hunter to survive as a hunter.

And the beast regained his tooth.

Gene was now a beast with claws, sharper and spicier teeth than ever before.

No previous experience,

Experienced in the past,

Precision like never before.

There was no better match for the word "old age" before and after history.

Dwarf!

‘Are you trying to get over it?’

Gene sees trajectory vehicles rushing past him without any attack except for the gunship attack on him.

There would have been a top directive. Killing Gene doesn't end the war, but it's hard to kill. Then it would be wise to eliminate the remnants of the enemy rather than confront them. An enormous number of orbital vehicles passed at a terrifying speed in case of Gene's attack, and did not engage in any attacks.

The invisibility of this battlefield.

However, this level of progress was expected.

Whoo-hoo!

The dark bone energy charged into the avalanche of your left hand is crying out like an animal.

Once again,

Gene fires Dark Bone Energy.

Bang!

However, this time, the place where the hand was headed was not both before and after, but the ground.

Kugu Palace!

The ground hit by the Darkbone energy began to vibrate terribly.

Guaguava overload!

Suddenly, the entire area around you explodes.

The Dark Bone energy was crushed to the ground, causing a change in the terrain in an instant, and because of the soaring surface, orbital vehicles trying to pass through the camp were swallowed up by the Dark Bone energy and exploded or turned upside down.

Beyond the level at which the ground sank, the plain was a huge explosion that was about to turn into a steep hill.

Leddard...

The overwhelming destruction that blew up the entire surrounding terrain left orbital vehicles unable to advance or reverse.

Gene says they're trying to get past him, so he doesn't want to let them get past him.

Gene slowly climbs up onto the rugged rock and stares around.

The old man did not die.

Therefore, we need to write a little more history of slaughter.

Heave-ho!

Gene completed the bolting action of the M700 Lemington.

“Is this the beginning.... ”

Frey stares at the enemy with a nervous look on his face. Ramfilo, Jindo, and the Black Dragons are fighting, and their roles are important.

One can't rule out war, but four can tell a different story. That's why they were scattered and stood at the forefront to slow down the enemy's advance.

Despite slowing down the enemy's advance and incurring troop consumption, the odds were, in fact, low at this point, at an absolute singular number. Even if the four frontlines did not die, the chances of war being decorated as defeat were rich.

Dwarf!

The sound of the orbit gnawing at the ground resounds in horror.

Once, Frey stepped on the ground with nothing but hatred.

The dream of erasing a human being from the world was not so difficult at that time. His strength was enormous, and he felt the decision was all he needed to accomplish that.

You taught me nothing but hatred and fear, so I thought I'd treat you that way.

The idea has changed with conviction as towns, points, castles, and free cities are annihilated.

Humans are so weak that they die easily.

Obviously, Frey enjoyed slaughtering angry humans in fear. It was easy to trample, and Frey was determined and determined to exterminate the evil seed of man in the world.

But we've been braking since the first Fortress raid. On the subject of the cyborg, there was a Lamfil who pushed himself into a corner, and there was a demon-hunter who was tearing his soul apart with a phantom vein.

Without them, of course, Seoul Fortress would have collapsed.

Frey learned from that experience.

Humans die too easily, but it may not be possible to destroy the Wargrave.

She was afraid of humans.

After learning hatred, Frey left his fear behind.

But with continued experience and defeat, Frey truly realized.

Wargrave is afraid.

It's not just the experiments, the violence, the deception that you've done to yourself, but the Wargrave is more afraid of itself than it can possibly imagine.

The Wargrave is the only group capable of warfare with skills and knowledge of this magnitude in the world that is doomed. Even the group is practically at war with the Wargraves. No matter how powerful the incantation is, this war would not have been fought without Central Asian troops.

That way, Frey realizes he really needs to be afraid of Wargrave.

But Frey was also afraid of Humans.

I can't believe I fell like a harpoon in my heart.

‘Human themes…. ’

Thinking about people who are too deep into the human subject, Frey eventually becomes afraid.

Unlike the fear of Wargrave.

It is uncomfortable to be so deeply embedded in my heart, and sometimes I get angry for no reason. uncomfortable, annoying, irritating, angry at the same time.

I'm afraid.

What are you afraid of?

I'm afraid that it will slip away with such discomfort.

I don't want any more humans in my heart.

Because I'm afraid of losing it.

To not get hurt, standing in the battlefield to not lose is a situation that cannot be counted as a joke.

But Frey is here now. I was forced to stay here, but I didn't want to lose anything.

Wargrave is afraid.

Humans are scared too.

But the fear of Wargrave is fundamental to fear.

Fear of Humankind is inherently attached.

Frey's eyes sparkle.

“I don't like my position. ”

I don't like warfare on behalf of Wargrave Central Asian troops either.

“I don't want to be the one to cut your throats! ”

Quadrudrudruple!

Frey reaches for the sky, and a terrifying burst of psychic energy plunges all the armored vehicles approaching Frey into the ground.

“Fuck you all! ”

Bang!

The black poison that sprayed from the ground began to melt the chunks of iron slowly, as Frey rolled his feet forcefully. In the sky, the gunship aims at Frey, and Frey knows the location of all the gunships in the snow.

It's not something that can be distorted by your mind.

However, as Leona awakens to her senses, Fraydo continues to think about his power.

Tuquaquaquaquaquaquaquaquabang!

In the explosive ground, a boulder rises like a cannonball, and the gunships that collide with the boulder begin to explode one by one. If not, shoot something with the speed and power to reach it.

Bang, bang, bang!

The gunship explodes and the armored car hits the ground, while ignoring and overstating the vehicles, the trajectory melts with poison.

Frey feels a joyful chill.

It's a sense of vengeance. There is nothing more cruel than violence against a subject who was overwhelmed by fear.

I want to be human, not a demon.

Then, what is not enough evidence that you are human to explode like this by not being able to control your hatred and anger?

It's human behavior that's hardened your emotions!

Boom, boom!

The festival of miserable fire that the demons gave birth to was illuminating the night.

The mercenaries and dragons who defend the advancement of the enemy at four points were far from impressive. Obviously, they were sweeping the battlefield beyond everyone's expectations, destroying the progress of the enemy.

But in the end there were only four.

As long as they did not cover the entire battlefield, they naturally pushed through at a point where they were absent, pushing the Allied forces into a situation of retreat.

Boom, boom!

A chariot of artillery fires and cyborg fighters rush out of the transport armored car like lightning and start swarming toward the enemies. The battlefield at the same time as the battlefield and the infantry battlefield was a mess.

The power of three men and one dragon was overwhelming, but if you do not face them, it is enough.

Where they were, a retreat order fell, and if they didn't, they couldn't cover a whole vast battlefield, so the command chose not to fight the enemy and to lure them away rather than overcome them.

You don't have to win every battle to win.

The clashes between the wave of command and the Allied forces are close to unilateral carnage. The command forces that had been demolished by the simultaneous bombing of the MRLs were already devastated and lacked countermeasures, supplies, and troops.

The commanding officer in the field, leading the chariot, was slaughtering. The Allied forces who have no choice but to drain the camp fought evil, but they cannot overcome the triumph with will.

The situation is miserable and the army is trampled.

Despite the fires that erupted from the other side of the river, we were unable to overcome them with that much support.

All operations are established and decided, assuming this war raises the dead to the undead.

The command was using a way to reduce the corpses of enemies and allies to nothing and to make them into dust when killing them or to burn them to death.

And it certainly worked wonders. Completely obliterates one enemy by investing a little more time.

Even if it turns to dust, it won't wake up.

As a result, only a few undead have occurred, and that few cannot have a significant impact on the situation. The command has prepared everything. Charlotte believes there is a truce at the end of this reckless act of burning an ally's body.

It was a battlefield where evil spirits and evil spirits fought, and the scene became a battlefield where there were no corpses left.

* Cough *...

And from the skies of that battlefield, a single stroke of brainstorm was extinguished.

It was a sign that a storm was coming.

But no one on the battlefield was pleased with it. Even if the gunship is no longer defeated in a total battle with the enemy, the absolute disadvantages cannot be overcome. The gunships began to retreat, but in the end, the situation was solved by the chariots and cyborgs alone.

Whoa!

The storm begins.

Reducing gunships won't do any good. The enemies have been very deeply intertwined with the allies in order to shatter their heads and turn their bodies into ashes. A river of blood flows behind and against overwhelming enemies.

But the king hasn't abandoned them yet.

To be precise, even if I abandoned them, I did not abandon the war.

On the battlefield of the fiercely stormy blade, there began to be a blue flame.

The blue flame does not burn anything, and it does not illuminate the surroundings, and it does not resonate with the wind.

Like a firecracker, the serene flames rise from all over the world.

To be precise, she rises from burnt or crushed corpses that left no ashes or flesh.

The blue torch draws dust scattered through the air and crushed and trampled sides.

And the collected flesh and dust gradually begin to form a person.

The resurrection of the dead is not controlling the soul. It's just a concept of forcibly moving a puppet thread over a corpse.

But that's not what this spell is.

It burns the soul, forcibly connecting the already separated spirit, and makes it never separate.

It will truly become immortal, worthy of the name Undead.

The king's magic.

The Angcheon Film.

In truly illogical spells, all the actions of the commanders that were done to prevent the undead from happening have become meaningless.

The resurrectors turn blue and pick up the fallen weapon and point it at the enemies.

The resurrected have souls and Izzie. But that will is, of course, controlled by Asura.

Their souls burn to the moment of death as the king commands them.

Pick up fallen weapons to slaughter for the king.

“Kill them all! ”

With the roar of the beast and the roar of the immortal, the commander's troops marched forward in a sudden surprise. However, an enemy, a commanding officer's cyborg, wields a laser saber at one of the resurrectors surrounded by confusion.

Screaming!

The attack was valid.

Enemies were rationed from the waist. Laser Sabel breaks apart as he was killed by the same weapon once.

But...

Suzus...

The dust that blooms from the burning flesh becomes ashes and tangles with the resurrected flesh.

To be precise, it gives flesh that can move again to the dead, just as it was drawn to the burning chaos.

Even the dead and the murderer were momentarily forgotten by the terrifying power that defies that logic.

The man who had to die twice shook his eyes violently at the fact that he was not dead.

“This... What the hell?”

But there's no time for questions.

[Kill him.]

[Kill the enemy.]

A powerful command that pierces his mind dominates his body and soul. The dead man froze with a stiff glow and stabbed a laser saber in the frozen enemy's head.

“Cough!”

A brief distraction calls for death, and the dead rise from the body once more. Both enemies and allies will become immortals and the king's army will be resurrected.

They will die twice.

However, they could not face a second death without the king's permission.

The world has not forgiven even commanders who mock the corpses of the dead, so a thousand punishment fell.

In addition, what will be the price for this drink of encore films that even mock the souls of the dead?