Hunter of the Perished World

Boom, boom!

Ramfil, who left Terraflame, is breathing heavily.

“Hah... Hah..."

Even if I killed them, their flesh points were reconstructed by the river, and not only did they not think to cut off the march like a wave. It was not hard to deal with fear, but it was a consuming battle.

Whenever immortal-powered machine guns and streetcar guns fire, the monsters are disappearing, but there are more of them.

Soon, everyone will be dead.

In Gene's case, the Dark Bones were constantly generating energy and the Freys were restoring their health with immortal power, but Ramfil clearly had a limit on the amount of Dark Bone energy and the amount of chips that could use the Terraframe protocol.

The Pokémon becomes more and more powerless as it consumes power.

The wires of the monsters are growing unstoppable, and the place where Ramfil is is still being dealt with by monsters, but other places seem to push away the waves of monsters.

How foolish is simple and honest quantitative aggression?

But if there's no limit to that quantity, there's nothing you can't break down with it.

Gene was thinking the same thing.

Even the mediocre Lamfil was in a state of confusion, and this was a horrible sight that I did not want to see again in my life.

Pussy... Pussy!

If you see a monster with a fish head bursting into tears like a child with its mouth, everyone will think that.

This is the most terrible place in the world.

No, this is something beyond even the most terrible. I even felt the malice of trying to show those who betrayed reason more and more against reason.

It was shocking to see a monster with dozens of fluffy tongues everywhere in his mouth, treating his tongue like an iron club.

Ramfil hesitates.

Ramfil strongly agreed that this was the most terrible place in the world. However, the seed in his arms was intended to be planted in the source of this disgraceful catastrophe.

What was right in front of me was horrible, but it was happening all over the land. This place is close to the source of the phenomenon, although it was difficult to call it the source of the phenomenon.

And soon, Ramfil realized he didn't have to worry.

Biceps

The seed in my chest was beating like a heart.

‘Does this mean this is the right place? ’

Seeds were beating like living creatures, as if there was nothing else here.

I don't know what will grow.

However, Ramfil could not imagine the number of times the situation would be worse than it is now.

I asked for a burial, but now it's not even worth it.

Ramfil pulls out the seed in his arms and throws it straight into the river.

Hoping that damned water will suck out all these seeds. The seeds that Ramfil had thrown down quickly plummeted into the middle of the river.

The Red River, which had only one seed missing, caused only a small ripple.

What if nothing happens? There was no time for Ramfil to question that.

Cough!

After a few seconds after the seed is submerged, the sleep begins to agitate.

Queahhhhhh!

And the monsters start to cry. The screams of the monsters so far have been filled with hatred and anger. But the screams were a little different now.

This was more like a scream of fear.

Kung! Kung!

And the giant monsters come crashing down one after another.

“This is…. What the hell?”

Ramfil had no choice but to glance at the overwhelming sudden appearance of frostbite.

A tree was rising from the middle of the river.

However, the tree was not a real tree, but a sheep, translucent color.

Leona was right.

Ghost water was growing out of the water, eating away at the demons.

“Is that... What?”

Fray is also frozen, looking at the monsters that are beginning to fall like strappy dolls. Suddenly, the tree was growing without knowing if it was eating something. Trees with bloodstained leaves on translucent stalks were growing larger and larger as the stalks spread their branches.

Frey doesn't know the details, but he can guess why.

The monsters are moving with the power of demons. The dead flesh clumps by the power of the demons that flowed along the river, and the root of their power lies in the power of the demons that woke them up.

And the grown-up phantom tree is sucking out demons, and monsters are gradually losing their power.

As if the dominoes had collapsed, the monsters of her generation had fallen to pieces of their original flesh.

That tree is actually sucking at demons. It has a tremendous speed to express it correctly. The collapse of the monsters spreading around the area where the trees rose was effectively neutralizing the monster's waves at an overwhelming rate.

Gene was also tired of seeing the sprouting phantom tree.

The souls of the immortals are not being drawn in, they are sucking only the earrings from the Red River.

“The river... ”

And the red river was gradually returning to its original light, circling around a tree.

The worst dysfunction in history was being cleansed. Even a celestial shaman can't help but be cleansed by the curse of Vagabond. The phantom tree grew up to be able to pierce the sky, revealing the roots of any new mangrove out of the water, and the trunk became thicker than the entire new expansive river.

Whether it was in the appearance of a ghost, the giant tree did not push away or affect the living.

It just keeps getting bigger.

“Ugh... Ugh..."

The frightened soldiers gradually regained their senses because they had stopped listening, but some of them were at all fascinated by the aftermath. They remained in worse shape than they died.

The stiff wicks may have regained their senses, but not all of them are combatable except the immortals right now.

Gene finds Ramfil by the river, which has become a site of corpse corruption. Ramfil stares up at it dazed under the roots of a new, almost night-standing tree.

“There's a lot of things in the world that I don't understand. ”

I've only planted one seed, but the trees that have grown have stunned the worst enemies too quickly and accurately.

Freydo flies through the sky with his mind and arrives at Gene and Ramfil shortly.

“So fast, it won't take a day for this whole river to be purified. ”

Frey said that the whole river is returning its original color at a very rapid rate. The phantom tree wasn't sucking the river's own water, it was sucking out its own thoughts and spirits.

This solves the bizarre crisis of mind-boggling phenomena.

But the war is not over yet.

Most of the Allied forces were disabled, except for the immortals, and the blocking lines surrounded by the immortals would already be at the forefront, pushing them back.

“What's the status of Asura? ”

“I heard Leona sent in an enemy Special Forces unit. Asura and Lancelot must be dealing. ”

“That's why it's out of control. ”

I was able to predict that Azura would not have died because the drinking had not been done. However, control over the immortals was not strategically achieved, but the reason it looks like the undead are looking for an enemy does not mean that Asura can be bothered this way.

That's why the life of Azura was more important than the battlefield right now.

“Frey, you'd better go back and help Azura. ”

“Will two be enough? ”

“The most important thing is that the immortals don't die. Since the monsters disappeared anyway... ”

“Wait.”

Ramfil crosses Gin's words and goes in. While it was encouraging that the phantom tree was effectively suppressing this fierce dysfunction, Ramfil was now looking up at the sky beyond the translucent wooden dens.

“Really…. Is it over?”

The blue sun still shines on the earth where Ramfil is hidden.

As the blue sun rises, undead monsters appear in the red river. Eventually, the situation was concluded by absorbing the principle of the river.

However, the blue sun did not recover its original light.

“Something's maliciously trying to kill us all. What's happening now is just one of them. ”

Gin and Frey's expression hardens in Ramfil's words. Gene told me.

“Is Heaven trying to judge us? ”

Jinn, the spiritualist who believed, left without believing, and lived without thinking at all about such nonsense in the first place.

Of course, after Azura was cursed by the name of a thousand bees, there was actually something to think about, but now it was not a relaxing situation to keep in mind.

Is the natural power descending on this earth?

The blue sun was the symbol of the cold wrath of the heavenly host.

There was so much evidence that I could no longer deny it even if I wanted to.

“I don't know what it is, but I can only explain that something with some intent is doing this. ”

There is a genuine one, and it was interfering very negatively with this war.

In the beginning, the sky continued to warn.

This all came from Azura.

Might not have been a spontaneous occurrence, either.

As a warning from the sky, someone may have created such a phenomenon in the sense that they should no longer use the forbidden power to raise the dead.

Asura does not stop.

That's why I took away the power to read heaven and earth from Azura.

Next time, my eyes were taken away.

Next, he did not respond to all of the spells used by Asura.

However, Asura soon became able to use magic without the help of heaven.

Asura continued to resist it by not surrendering to the will of the heavens. Even if it's the right thing to do or the wrong thing, Asura's resistance is fierce and never stops.

Showed that the sky was torn apart as it rained in the desert, and continued to warn the sky, generating tornadoes where the storm had been poured.

However, the Red River, which originated from Azura, was once used as a weapon for both new and new factions.

The powerful dysfunction that was inflicted on Humans for alertness has become a new human weapon.

Since then, the natural agent may have changed his mind to kill everyone involved in this filthy war, not just punish Azura.

Man does not know what heaven is. That is why no one knows what logic he thinks and judges man.

Eventually, there was a drink from the astronomy that forced the dead into the world, and the sky no longer warned them.

The blue sun rises, and the natural order begins to retribute.

You raise monsters from the river of blood and try to drown all those involved in the war.

However, man once again rebelled against the will and bypassed the judgment of heaven using the curse of Baggabond.

This was all true when Ramfil was right that the heavenly host was trying to punish the people of the earth.

You can think of it as a simple coincidence.

But if Ramfil's right.

What will happen to those who overcome this overwhelming catastrophe?

I will not forgive you until it has already begun.

If true nature were any kind of absolute being, it would not have been possible to fight such an existence in the first place.

If you've overcome a disaster, that's all there is to it.

The three Freys, Jeans and Ramfils were all feeling like the blue sun was looking at them.

* Cough *...

And then the noise started to rise in the air with nothing.

“Something's coming. ”

Ramfil fixes Changwol.

I heard a sound, but it had no origin.

Noise was ringing everywhere.

“Maybe you're right. ”

You heard the progress phantom vane.

War is not important.

On the battlefield, where most of the men lost their minds due to fear, there is a sound that has no origin.

Something's coming.

To be precise, there was a crack in the sky and something appeared in the air. without giving off glamour or horror.

I was just standing there looking down at the ground as if I had been there.

It's not a ghost.

The body with the entity was as smooth as glass, with white eyes, long, long hair, and a healthy neck.

His nakedness did not reveal his gender, but he was clearly a human being.

But because it was a human figure, it was transmitted exactly the way it was.

That's not human.

They are merely imitating humans to their limit. Therefore, the eyewear and skin were so human that it felt inhumane.

Something other than man appeared to the world mimicking man.

If there was a God, Gene knew what to call it.

“The incarnation.... ”

The Avatar is right in front of you.

Humans who overcame disasters eventually revealed themselves to condemn themselves with my own hands.