Hunter of the Perished World

Kukwakwakwakwakwabang!

In the area where the flare's artillery was fired, Frey, who appeared through it, reaches out for Ramfil's face.

Cough!

The spatial refractive field formed in the grip destroys everything.

Ramfil, if you are attacked by this, you will die. That's how serious Frey is about killing Ramfil.

Knng!

However, Ramfil injects a shock wave into the front and bites himself back a long time. Ramfil was also using the warfare laws of the Sorceress.

“Suck!”

But Frey's space leap quickly caught up with Ramfil, as if he was expecting it. Disappeared, reappeared, and caught up.

Ramfil cuts the arc of Changwol behind him without even looking.

Knuckle!

“Grrrgh!"

The most powerful blow to Frey is the photon weapon, the phantom vane. Changwol, who exercised excellent aphrodisiac, was also the most deadly weapon for Fray.

Frey's eyes narrow with the feeling of his soul being cut off. Frey doesn't die, but he certainly feels pain and weakens when it accumulates.

Frey grits his teeth and measures the gap.

It was impossible to give Ramfil a valid hit in melee combat.

That way, if you create a spatial refractive field at a distance and try to kill Ramfil, the vibrations of the space scare you away from the attack point.

Ramfil is not the Ramfil of his time as a combatant in Seoul. With Changwol, a powerful vs. spiritual fighter, unlike the photon fission sword, Megaframe was replaced by a gigaframe, with a darkbone, and even a Terraframe protocol.

At that time, the fighter was too slow to make the most of his combat abilities.

Krrrrrrr!

But now, Ramfil was a killing machine with the strongest body and the strongest weapon.

“You…. It's really bad!”

Frey dodges the terraflator with a space jump and catches up to Ramfil. But Ramfil, as if he had predicted it naturally, tried to slash Frey with his spear.

“I'm gonna get hit twice! ”

Tsk!

This time, however, Frey forms a powerful force field around him that blocks Ramfil's arm. It's hard to catch, but an attack on your body can defend you by spreading a force field around you.

Frey grips the arm with a psychotic grip, terrified that Ramfil's arm will stop.

This way, I'll smash it.

“First... One...!"

Tsk, tsk!

Dark Bone Energy rises to defend your arm, and the forces to tear it away and the forces to defend it collide.

Ramfil reaches out his left hand.

Flash!

“Grrrgh!"

The photon sword from your left hand slashes Frey's body up and down, and Frey's mind is distracted by the attack that pierced the force field.

Bang!

Rapidly released from Frey's restraint, Ramfil stretches his legs as far as he can. Ramfil's armor was built not only in Changwol, but also in his body. In a fight where momentary judgment matters, Ramfil always makes the best judgment and avoids danger.

In short, Frey was not as talented in the battle itself.

It was just powerful enough to be crushed with overwhelming force. Based on his talents, Frey's fighting senses are nothing short of mediocre.

But Ramfil's fighting senses were different from those of ordinary men. Above all, destroying it at a distance is impossible, and Frey is now forced to end up with space refractive points in melee combat in the most disadvantageous situations.

‘We can go to a long time ago.... If it's long term...'

Ramfil is currently engaged in battle with the Terraframe protocol active. Stalling time will overload Ramfil's gigaframe and disable him from combat.

I thought about crushing my arms and legs. If you make it impossible, you might be able to hear how to get the Ramfil back to Kalz.

But how? ’

However, Ramfil, which was smashed immediately, stepped aside as soon as he saw the spatial deflection defenses of the force field formed by Frey, and reached the ground in an instant.

Grrr!

“Ugh... Ugh! ”

Frey's left hand bounces off his abdomen and vomits blood. The intestine is crushed, but the wound regenerates quickly.

You can't just cut off an opponent's arm and leg.

As long as it breaks down into molecules, it is the self that regenerates.

And Frey realizes,

You don't have to fight feverish.

Phew!

Racing ramfil plunges the wall into Frey's body.

Despite the terrifying pain that tore his soul apart, Ramsay grabs Frey by the neck without mercy.

“Ahh... Ugh... ”

Wood Duck!

Your cervical spine is crushed.

But it plays again.

You just have to trust your immortal body and stand still until Ramfil does his best.

“Kill... Kill me... I'm not... dying... ”

Boom! Boom! Puck!

Frey does nothing.

The best demons, the best demon-hunters, cut and dash.

Cut off his legs, crushed his head, cut through his windshield and cut.

Frey doesn't die.

Pain is engraved on the rapidly regenerated body, but Frey vomits blood and flies away again before he even wakes up.

“It hurts... ”

Frey gets up with difficulty, holding onto the wobbly leg. His body was full of blood, but he didn't die.

You just have to endure it.

Until Ramfil gets tired.

The undead body is the best tool of battle, and there is no meaning to being the best fighter in front of this power. You can die and die until Ramfil can't move anymore, and then finally cut off his limbs when he's done.

“It hurts!”

Grrr!

My chest is crushed.

“Aah!”

Squeak!

My knees are falling off.

“Ouch... ”

Boom!

My head is blowing away.

With endless regeneration and endless destruction, the undead body is reconstructed dozens of times.

“It hurts... Lamfil... I'm sick... ”

With an insensitive look, Ramfil continues his honest slaughter. Knowing he's not going to die, the combat machine he's commanded just tramples him down like he's going to kill him until he doesn't come back from the dead.

Frey, who has been revived a hundred times in that short moment, understands his clean, regenerated body like when he became a mop mate.

Too many people die, realizing that what they believe to be human is a false deception.

Phew!

“Huff, huff... ”

Ramfil plunges his spear deep into his heart and grabs Frey's head, trembling with pain.

Ramfil looks at Frey for a moment, tucking Changwol into his body, as if he were trying to figure out how to kill an undead monster.

“Ah, ah! Ah... wh... It hurts..."

Ramfil was a broken machine.

Frey was a broken demon.

“Ramfil…. I'm, I'm sick... ”

Don't die.

No method of killing will bring an immortal demon into the bloodstream.

“It hurts... ”

But it hurts.

Just because you don't die doesn't mean there's no pain.

Frey shed tears in his eyes.

Ramfil's gaze is insensitive. There was no anger, no grief, no hatred. Frey knew the look in Ramfil's eyes.

In the fight at Fortress in Seoul, Ramphil had those eyes. He fights with those eyes, and Frey never realizes he can be so easily disabled.

Ramfil looks down at Frey with those eyes.

All the time.

Long journey from Greenland to Greenland.

All that time that we were in love with each other seemed to be meaningless.

The eyes of Ramfil, looking at each other when we first met.

It's not a body that's been killed over a hundred times.

It is not a soul torn by the expanse.

The eyes.

“It hurts... ”

That eye hurts.

I'm afraid of those eyes.

Scream!

Three times, the extracted wall flashes through the body, briefly blurring.

The pain that tears your soul away does not hurt you.

“Don't look at me like that... ”

I beg you.

“Don't look at me like that! ”

Scream.

“Heh, heh heh. No, please. Ramfil. Ramfil... ”

Even if you cry.

Grrr!

It's only violence that comes back.

All kinds of pleading and begging are returned with honest violence.

Frey can only stand it.

I just want to go beyond death, endure and endure, so that the machine in front of me will stop.

Ramfil is dead.

They have eyes, but they don't see themselves.

They have ears, but they don't listen to themselves.

You have hands, but you don't hold yourself.

Ramfil is dead.

After about fifty more deaths and resurrections, Frey had no choice but to accept that.

Furthermore, Ramfil's movement was slowed due to the overload of the Terraframe protocol. Ramfil's sloppy movements move toward the reconstructed fray that has been scattered to the ground.

It's still fast,

The slower Ramfil looks too slow for Frey.

The ragged soul was hard to keep sane, and I had to be mesmerized several times. No, Frey is half convinced that his consciousness flew away long ago.

Assuming you lose every time you die.

Frey was defeated by Ramfil a hundred and eighty times.

But what good is victory in the fight against the undead?

The last man standing wins.

Ramfil is clearly the best fighter, so if he had fought Jean, one of the two would have died and the survivor would have become equal to death.

That's why Frey was able to take on Ramfil.

One must be immortal to deal with someone who can kill anything.

Frey reaches for the running ramfil, reaching for the body that is too slow.

In tears.

“Of course I won... ”

Blah!

Capture the body of the slower Ramfil with impulsive force. Ramfil uses his strength to move his immovable body.

Cough!

Then, toward the body of the static Lamfil, Frey creates a spatial refractive field that cuts off one by one.

It was more of a slow, simple gesture, like pruning a branch out of a tree, rather than fighting.

Bang!

The limb-cut ramfil is instantly paralyzed, rendering it immobile. Frey grips his teeth as he watches the blood flow from his severed limbs.

The result of such obvious battles.

Just like Ramfil did in the fight.

I lost and didn't say anything.

Frey shakes his fist vigorously considering Ramfil's distress at his side, which makes him so sad.

Frey crouches beside the incompetent Ramfil.

“Apologize.”

“ ……. ”

“Apologize.”

“ ……. ”

Clear tears flow from Frey's eyes.

“Th... I'll forgive everything.... ”

I can forgive all of you.

Apologize for killing me.

“Apologize.... Please…"

But none of Ramfil's losses come back.

Ramfil doesn't apologize. Even with his limbs cut off, Ramfil is struggling to kill Frey somehow.

Tragically miserable.

Ramfil has become a machine.

Dead hearts do not return.

“Fre… is…. ”

“! ”

But like a miracle.

Ramfil raises his head and looks at Frey.

“Ramfil? Ramfil! Oh, my... ”

“N-not... I'm sorry..."

That's all Ramfil had to say.

Frey's eyes are wide open. For a moment, the eyes that had recovered the light were clearly looking at Frey. There was a desperate voice, and Frey was about to hug the body of that Rampill.

“I didn't get it when I said I'd give it back. ”

A creepy sinking voice comes from Ramfil's mouth. Frey's fever suddenly solidifies into his heterogeneous tone like ice.

The eye loses its light again.

“Th-this... is... W-what? ”

Ramfil's mouth is vomiting Carls' words.

“Regret it.”

“What?"

Dark Bone Energy rises from Ramfil's body.

Cough!

“Oh, no... N-no... This, this. This is not... Oh, no... ”

Frey doesn't know what's going on right now, but he can guess.

Self-destruct.

Kaltz was about to blow up Ramfil. I'm going to unleash Dark Bone Energy to blow this area away. With Frey.

Frey will not die, but Khaltz is enough if Frey is desperate.

Cough!

The Dark Bone energy rises dangerously high from Ramfil's body. Are you going to die like this? Is he gonna die like this?

I couldn't accept it. You can't send it like this. Never, never send her like this.

You can't send Ramfil like this because you can die a thousand more times. Frey knows that tears can't solve anything with them.

“No. No... no. No!”

Somehow.

In the sense that we have to do something, Frey is on his feet.

“Everything, I think, will go your way! ”

Frey screamed his monologue.

Frey's power floods in.

Rrrrgh!

The air was torn.

This massive space itself has been vacated.

Not through the void, the void itself was summoned to reality. And the void was pushed far away, as if pushing reality away.

And Frey senses the massive darkness in front of him, the constellations within him.

“Did you... stop...? ”

As if the dark bone energy boiling in Ramfil's body had caught fire, it stopped like a photograph.

at one point in the air that runs through the universe.

Ramfil is in the middle of it. It remained still.

“Wh-what? ”

Like you forced a puzzle that didn't fit. Frey has a giant black sphere in front of him. The void that came crashing in, not destroying reality, existed before my eyes.

The process is unknown even to the fray used. The effect of inhaling the bender made the force stronger, with an even stronger aspiration, destroyed the reality itself with its superpowers.

Frey summoned the void and stopped a part of the world.

I didn't get it right.

“Ah, ah... Wh-what...? ”

Frey feels it.

Ramfil, not dead.