Hunter of the Perished World

Lancelot was also being discharged from the ground.

Twenty enemy escorts fired photons instead of terraflars and struggled to erase all of Lancelot's occupied space.

Executives who activated the Terraframe protocol were not the same as the executives Lancelot had been dealing with. The basic GigaFrame Parts output was overwhelming, and with the addition of the Terraframe Protocol, the movement and output of the built-in weapons in the body became overwhelmingly strong.

There were only twenty of them, but to Lancelot, they were the most intimidating enemies of this war.

But Lancelot's power was enough to cover the entire Castle site. No matter how powerful they are, the black fog that spreads across this vast region cannot be singed at once.

Enforcers were opening up photon factories to avoid Lancelot's direct attacks, but that was only a temporary solution after all.

The photon factories are consumed by the massive attack of black fog as they fry fierce sparks. Lancelot chose to disable them one by one rather than the other.

Up until now, electron attacks have worked, but they have a tricky way of coping with Lancelot's attacks.

“Hehe!”

A photonic fission field lost its light, and Lancelot focused the black fog on the executioner as if it was the only time.

Pinging!

“Ahhhh!”

The black fog began to crush the body of the executioner as the sound of an unwilling iron rang.

Woodpeck! Woodpeck! Knuckles!

Immediately, with the sound of metal frames crumbling and cracking, one of the enforcers was eaten away by the black fog.

One with this.

Nineteen left.

‘Is this a consumption war...? ’

Lancelot cannot attack them while their photonic factories persist. They are also unable to crush the Lancelot that occupies the vast space itself in a single strike.

The only way to defeat Lancelot through the Civil War is through Kaltz or Loss.

Gin has been disabled by detonating darkbone energy in all ranges where Lancelot has spread, and Charlotte can also exert its equivalent force. Without them, it's impossible to give Lancelot a valid hit.

Literally, Lancelot can move consciousness wherever black fog remains.

That's why the fight was on its way to consumption. The first to die is the one with all his might.

I'm fine!

“Huff!”

However, Lancelot lets out a trembling scream in a sudden, overwhelming rage throughout the space.

At the same time, Lancelot realizes his consciousness. I couldn't hold my strength because of the pain.

What is it?

His curse is hallucinations.

I'm not accustomed to pain, so I always seem to be at home with him.

But Lancelot screams in pain. The pain I felt now was pain beyond my comprehension.

There was no special attack in this room.

The source of the pain could be predicted through the source of the pain.

A massive photon explosion has just occurred at the source of Lancelot. One of the enforcers lunges at Lancelot and shouts.

“I see your weaknesses are connected to eating! ”

Cough!

A photon sword condensed to its limit was swinging at Lancelot, and Lancelot blocked the photon sword by creating a wall that materialized the black fog.

The intangible energies reacted to each other and generated a strong force against each other.

“I was sick and tired of knowing all your attacks always lead to predation! ”

Other enforcers also ran at an incredible speed, as if this was an opportunity, and slammed into the photon sword. Lancelot is only dedicated to defending the attack by creating a fog wall due to unfamiliar pain.

How many Commander soldiers have been sacrificed by Lancelot? In this final attack, the command has sought a way to defeat Lancelot with the piece of information they have gathered so far.

Lancelot's attack is an unparalleled attack made up of black fog.

But there are a few key features.

They always attack and devour the targets they kill.

And you have no idea where that devoured target is going.

It was a simple possibility. I speculate that Lancelot's prey has moved to what might be Lancelot's main body.

“Swallow it! ”

One of the executioners shouted in a voice burning with anger and hatred.

The executive, swallowed by Lancelot, caused an enormous amount of photodisruption through the reactor overload where it had traveled, which obviously deals significant damage to Lancelot.

It was a massive explosion using the reactor overload by the Terraframe protocol.

Boom, boom! Boom!

They now strike the black mist around Lancelot, releasing the photon fission field as if to try to swallow it.

But Lancelot is more shocked than they are pleased to strike a repentant blow.

‘I…. There's a body? ’

Lancelot did not know where she was going to eat.

If I ate it, I wasn't even curious about what was there.

Obviously, when all the fog was blown away by Gene's attack, you felt a crisis of extinction. But there was also one weakness and even more deadly weakness.

Lancelot realizes through his enemies that he exists in two spaces in one world. The black mist is summoned, and it swallows the enemy and sends him into some space.

And all of his attacks always end up being eaten.

I can't help but eat.

The fog itself is the fog, but it also moves with its own will. As if offering a sacrifice, Lancelot offered the fog the hunt that was over.

In other words, the black mist was Lancelot himself and the beast he trained. Neither self nor self.

You cannot defend yourself or attack where it is being swallowed.

Lancelot looks beyond the black mist at the vigorous enforcers. Concentrated black fog defends against attack.

Their goal is to kill Lancelot at the behest of the enemy.

I didn't hesitate to know that the suicide bombing in this space had definitely worked. At this rate, it will only be crushed by Lancelot's black fog at the end of the consumption war.

Then it would be better to swallow up enough energy right now. If you cannot enter this space alive, you will enter it dead.

They are slamming into their bare bodies as if they were to be eaten. Ultimately, the best troops in the command are here to commit suicide.

Death has gone above and beyond.

In this war of ethics and logic, they were driven mad by hatred and anger, and what they were prepared for was not death, but madness.

Lancelot and Galahad also showed immortality on the battlefield. Desperate for a moment, they are captivated by hatred, anger, and self-destruction.

Anger and guilt over yourself who can't do anything.

In this situation, they find a very small hope of killing Lancelot, and they are forced to fall into a frenzy.

If death can break an enemy's fingernails, I can see the evil will to do so.

The thought process of checking for weaknesses and deciding to die was so fast that it was inhuman.

Lancelot watches the nineteen adherent magistrates pound on her, lowering her gaze.

Even if you swallow one, you can feel the damage your body will do, but if you swallow them all, you won't be harmed.

“Haha…. ”

Unfortunately.

No, it might be a pleasure for them.

Lancelot wishes nothing more than to fulfill his mission and find death.

"Galahad."

Vagabond, who has lived a much longer life than he did.

He wasn't very close, but he was the only ally. After her death, Lancelot was completely alone.

I've lived a little less than that.

Lancelot himself wanted to find the end of this bloody slaughter.

‘You felt this way too. ’

Cough!

I thought the condensed black fog would vibrate a bit, but soon it expanded at an enormous rate and swallowed up the executioners.

Lancelot has chosen to swallow those poisoned.

Shhh! Shhh!

The black mist tears, crushes and swallows the executioners. Unresistant enforcers gladly burst into laughter like Berserkers and chose to be eaten in the black fog.

It's the only way to fight them off.

It's impossible to break it down and eat it. When the reactor collapses, it explodes and the explosion comes from the inside where it was swallowed.

After devouring all the enforcers, Lancelot felt a silent explosion. There's nothing left in Castle's Vintage, but somewhere out there in the world, 19 enforcers' reactors must have triggered the photon blast.

And apparently, it's come to Lancelot in great pain.

Lancelot is unable to draw any more black fog.

The intangible flesh gradually dissipates.

Vagabond's last nightmare in the world was too quiet for the last time. Of course, the 19 executives he chose to devour were the highest ranking men he could easily take down around Wargrave Fortress, so if he were to die in the sacrifice, he would not be such a poor merchant.

Blurred vision and collapsed body.

Will the main lamp also come to the monster?

Lost souls who wander through eternal nightmares have lives, too. Do you give them time to sort it out?

In the faint senses that sink into Pian's far-off thoughts, Lancelot suddenly wonders.

‘My name is…. What was it...'

The name you received from Ashfile, Lancelot, is not your own.

Have you ever had a name?

It was a life that was unnamed.

Before I knew what I was living in, the land was trampled on by monsters, and I had to kill monsters to survive.

He realizes that killing a monster before he becomes a hunter.

After he was forcibly driven out into the wilderness, he wandered freely. When he encountered a monster, he had to kill it before he could survive.

You kill Slater, take their weapons, and use them to hunt monsters and spread the wilderness.

By the time the wanderer got used to surviving.

People started calling themselves hunters.

Not much has changed.

He doesn't hunt monsters, but he gets chips for cutting off their ears and bringing them to people.

You killed Slater, but you also received a chip. I learned about drugs that enhance the flesh from other hunters, and by combining them, ordinary hunters hunted monsters they couldn't even touch.

I no longer had to eat the monster fish.

There was no reason to. But he didn't know what else to do, and if he had to live with it, there would have to be nothing he couldn't kill. Only in that thought did he live a life of carnage.

Then I ran into the vagrant.

A human who became a monster after living a life consumed by drugs. I encountered mortals who could only find rest through death.

It's not Slater, but he felt disgusted by the things he had to die miserably as a monster just for a little comfort.

As he hunted a few vagabonds screaming too horribly for the expression of grief, he occasionally felt it.

That's my future.

Like that, I didn't even know what sadness was, but it was my role to end up living in slaughter and becoming a monster.

In the life of a hunter, I encountered not only a vagabond, but even a more extraordinary being.

Vagabond. In a monster hunt quest that took place in New Hong Kong's underground, he encountered his first Vagabond. He had never experienced such a strange, bizarre, and also vile and cunning monster.

And when I subdued him, I was even more shocked that he looked like a human being and spoke human words.

He clearly remains rational, unlike the vagrant.

Seeing the Bogarbond in person, which I had just heard, shocked him.

‘You too are soon. ’

As long as he's a hunter enough to hunt a Vagabond, he says you're not far off, and then Vagabond runs for fame in his hands.

As he died, he spoke as a will, or as a warning.

"For a hunter, you will know that death is the only way. ’

I wasn't far.

Every moment of life was marked by slaughter, but since then he's thought about what slaughter and killing is.

I always thought about it that was in contact with my life.

A hunter must kill as many humans as the number of monsters he kills. And the hunter ends his life in the fight of the slaughter as the victim, not the perpetrator.

If not, it will eventually become a ship, a monster that has killed many times over.

Hunters can never find a significant end to their lives as humans.

In the place of an infinite chain of slaughter, if you don't put down your guns, you will ultimately be destroyed in some way.

That's why he tried to put the gun down. To escape the chains of slaughter and avoid the fate of being a monster.

However, at that moment, the gun began to turn into something that was not needed.

The body begins to disappear, and the hallucinations of the missing body attack.

I put the gun down, but it was already too late.

He was on his way to becoming a ship.

The power in his hand is as great as the praise for living as a hunter good enough to hunt a ship since he was a human.

Most of the monsters that always rushed to kill themselves when they found themselves didn't attack them, and there was no slater daring to pull a gun on him that was in a completely different dangerous atmosphere than an ordinary vagrant.

But in the end, I couldn't get into the human basket.

Once again, he left the world unscathed. He is neither a hunter nor an intact monster, so he continues to wander until he falls.

And as his body became more and more complete, when the mutation was complete, he realized that he had become more and more immaculate.

Or, I thought it might be more like a demon that disappeared from the world a long time ago.

He lays down his gun to find life, but eventually becomes a monster, leaving the world unscathed.

Then, I encountered a small town. Surrounded by monsters, those without even a branch of a weapon are bent on resisting, hiding in their corners, waiting to die.

In my time as a hunter, there were monsters I could kill with just one gun.

What a whim. He dealt with them all with a single gesture.

Then he tried to leave quietly. In the end, killing the monster did not change anything, and many who encountered him during the wanderings were frightened by its strange look and voice, fleeing, or on their knees, praying for their lives.

Even if he was rewarded with some kind of chip, it meant nothing, so he just forgot about the excuses and tried to leave again.

Go, don't go! ’

But someone ran out of town and put him there.

What's going on? ’

The woman who called him in his voice and appearance was frightened, but did not run away.

The woman cries out, bowing her elongated head to him.

"Thank you! Thank you very much! ’

It was a life that spent the night of loneliness chewing on loneliness.

Like one candle is enough to drive out the darkness of the night.

One word was enough to illuminate the night of the monster. One word of gratitude for overcoming her fears.

His night found its way.

It was a kind of slavery theory that produced drugs through slaves abducted from a nearby slater house across the free city. They were poor people who could not escape their livestock by living as Slater's slaves because they were left to die in the wilderness anyway.

Slatters, the watch stations, flee in junk wagons as soon as they are attacked by a monster.

He rescues the abandoned slaves.

Of course, the fleeing Slater hordes returned to retrieve the equipment and tried to reign on it as soon as they saw that it was intact.

Naturally, they disappeared from the world in fear of black fog.

Fewer than twenty small people were grateful that Vagabond suddenly showed up and saved them. And Lancelot sat there half the way, half the way.

It was an idyllic day.

Among those who do not fear themselves, he finds his place only by becoming a monster. At first, the only woman who spoke was not afraid of herself, but over time, people gradually understood and accepted him.

Slater and the creature are powerless before his power. The small town did not pose any threat to his defense.

That's why Lancelot was able to accept himself as a monster while the days went on. For the first time, I felt connected to people and understood them.

What are you doing? ’

‘I'm looking out. ’

"Aren't you bored? ’

‘I'm not hungry, and I'm not tired, so keeping an eye on anything weird is efficient. ’

‘You still look bored. ’

She was always looking out for him. During Slater's reign, she represented and represented this town.

‘I mean, sometimes I come down and talk about it. ’

Do you have something to say? ’

‘There's really no such thing. Come here.'

In her attitude, not afraid of monsters, he began to understand what it was like to be human.

Talking to you even though you don't have anything to say.

Eating together, even if you're not hungry.

Asking someone who woke up in the morning if they didn't need to sleep.

You can't cry with a crying person, but you can touch their shoulders.

Life was little by little in all those trivial things, and he was gradually able to grasp that outline.

But as if to ridicule, as if someone were mocking that monsters and humans should not mix.

It's only been half a year.

The people of the town gradually began to become monsters.

People had a secret they didn't reveal to him.

In the past, slatters who ruled that town were forcibly administering the drugs they synthesized to keep them from thinking about going up against them.

Slater has shot and rescued another slave if slaves become vagabonds. But since he showed up, there have been no more slatters controlling drug doses.

Because the drugs they forced were not addictive, when they met, they manufactured and took drugs.

That's why everyone there was a serious addict.

He doesn't realize that it was his day and night to climb up to the rubbish wall in town and observe outside and detect threats, unless something special was happening.

All the chips he killed and the monsters had gone into the warehouse in town, and he wasn't interested in them. He didn't know they were made of drugs.

And when the side effects of the drug addiction started to appear as a name of vagrancy, many things were delayed.

The reason I didn't think that blurry eyes and helpless gestures were because he was a drug addict, was because he did not have a relationship with people and lived.

Eventually, they were undergoing vagrancy.

Unlike him, they would become pure monsters without reason and Izzie, and if they did, they would have no way to save only death.

The woman who spoke to him for the first time had a new eye emerged from her cheeks and back of her head, grumbling and drooling that the eye in the back of her head had been pierced by her hair.

He laughed at it.

This is how others see themselves.

It certainly looked disgusting and disgusting, but it was also an indication of his reality.

Seeing them start to become vagrants, he couldn't abandon them the more horribly they changed.

I realized that it is not easy to treat a monster that is hard to see with open eyes, no matter how powerful he is, like a family.

That's why Lancelot tried to find a new path.

Rumors I've heard for a long time.

I remembered that there is a place in the far land called the lair of the traitors, where the veil rules over all the vagrants and maintains reason.

He formulated a drug to suppress the monstrosity, and he intended to take those who had begun the vagrancy to the BH and live a new life there.

It was the only reward I could give to those who taught me what life was.

But along the way, people kept falling out. You can't stand it, you make drugs, you take them, you go crazy, you get addicted, you can't run away, you can't stop the monstrosity, you become a monster, and then you run off.

The woman who first spoke to him, she died the night of the storm.

Gin and Leona walked into a silent underground bunker the day they first met.

That stormy night.

The last day I was breathless, hoping for a storm to pass in the dark place of the underground bunker.

He had no choice but to despair that the human will was too weak.

Eventually, everyone ran off and tried to attack someone who had nothing to do with it.

He saves that the road he was trying to take was too long to be together.

And I killed all the people who gave me life, and I went back to the BH to find my way.

And now.

“Huh-huh-huh…. ”

After searching for a new destination, the BH collapsed shortly after.

Lancelot is about to die.

‘My name…. ’

and realizes.

My hometown had vanished into a distant past that I don't even remember long ago.

It's not that I don't remember her name.

There was no name.

Since I was abandoned, I don't even have a name, and I don't even remember how I survived my childhood.

But the point is, there were no memories of that home.

If life itself is a memory, it is in a town on the south side of the Korean Peninsula, and all the memories are gone in a clearing somewhere on the north side of the Korean Peninsula.

His fate was not in death.

The moment she spoke to herself.

That little town.

In a space that was poor and dreary and small, his destiny lay forever.

The moment he lost it, his destiny did not exist even in death.

In the face of death, he realized why he was curious about his name.

His life was a journey to have it.

Just a little more.

If only I had stayed a little longer.

You could have had a name.

From orphans to hunters, and to ships.

And nightmares.

Lancelot was not just a name the king had given him. Likewise, the term "yacha" is not just a name.

Make me who I am.

Making me live.

I wanted to have it.

Since the name was given to him by Bondi, he did not give himself a name.

I had never lived as a man with a name, so I ended up living the life of a monster. In the end, I chose to be a tool of war without touching anyone, and I wanted to meet the end in the life of monsters, not humans.

Vagabond's curse doesn't suit him.

Death is not the way to go.

It's just an escape from all the pain of wandering around looking for a place to go.

He only fled from the world in an eternal chasm.

Phantom pain,

It's the pain of losing.

It wouldn't have hurt if it hadn't been for a lifetime.

But now I can feel the pain of losing it because I had it once. He's also a delusional wolf.

A monster who lost everything just before he reached the meaning of life, craving what he didn't have.

Thinking of the hometown of the irreversible mind, the many grasses that bloomed among the crappy rubbish walls.

Reminding me of the woman who was unfolding.

“Jaren…. ”

In the end, he muttered the name of the creature who died in his own hands.

Glug...

Scattered like fog.