Illimitable Until Death

“Is this it? ”

Over the sandy desert, a dark shadow appeared.

It was a clown with a black cape, no lower body, a pair of arms with white gloves and a light in their hand.

The clown lowered his head and looked at the hotel standing in the sand, his eyes lit up like lights.

“Search for the outside quarters mentioned by the hunters, is that it? ”

So self-explanatory, the clown lifted the light in his hand.

“Boom...”

The black-brown flames burned in his hand.

The flame spilled powder, followed the wind, hovered over the hotel and returned to the lantern.

“…"

The clown immediately made a noise.

“Surely there is no smell of a fog fighter, just an irrelevant stronghold. ”

External accommodation positions are now scattered around the world, but of varying importance, depending on their size.

The five destroyed strongholds mentioned by Will Emina are central institutions, like headquarters.

In addition to the hub positions, there are so-called branches of outpost positions in various countries.

The strongholds of those branches, which provide only some simple support, like bank ATMs, can collect money, but go to real strongholds when complex services are required.

If it is in those positions, not only are there large numbers of staff, but there are also fog fighters in charge of protection and management.

Faced with these positions, destroying them will require a great deal of effort.

But this stronghold in the desert, though not branched, is rarely left behind by fog fighters because of their remoteness.

The Red Apostle was therefore the only one sent to destroy this stronghold.

“Even the destruction of such positions is not worthy of pride. ”

The clown sounded a little dull.

“Would my position in the organization have been elevated if I had been able to destroy the Inn alone, like the General? ”

Unfortunately, that's unrealistic.

Even the Red Demon King, trying to destroy a stronghold on the outside alone, is rare.

Although there is no such rank of Red Demon King in the organization, such rank of Red Demon King will naturally not continue to destroy a stronghold where there are no firefighters left behind.

The clown, who is known in the organization as a mighty warrior and also a Red Demon King, does not reach the rank of destroying the inn alone.

I am somewhat uncomfortable with the task assigned here, precisely because I know this clearly.

If there are fog fighters, they can also be honored to defeat each other, but if there are no fog fighters, it is simply a massacre, not worth mentioning.

“Let's get this over with and see if we can get a more advanced assignment. ”

In that way, you will certainly be able to gain the appreciation of the three pillars and improve your status.

When I think about it, the inside of the clown gets a little hot.

“Get lost and help those stupid humans who kill their fellow humans with their crusade tools. ”

Leaving such words, the clown lifted the light in his hand again.

“Boo-hoo! ”

This time, the burning black-brown flames burned like the flames of a bear.

“Hoo-hoo! ”

The clown immediately blew into the flame in the lantern.

Under the clown's blow, the black-brown flame was as long as a windward wind. As it burst out, it grew constantly. Soon after, it turned into a huge fire screen and swept down towards the hotel below.

The sand and the wind were all evaporated in the flames.

So underneath the fire, even a hotel, it burns down?

Too bad...

“Just came back to give me such a big welcome ceremony, you" costume dance "is really kind. ”

As such a noise sounded, a cold, cold flare burst out in the hotel below.

“Choke ————! ”

In the song of joyful ears, the dagger like the handicapped moon turned into a tornado, while spinning violently, rolling up one layer after another wind wave, rushing up to the sky and facing the falling fire.

“Boom --! ”

In the sound of the explosion, the fire screen collided with the tornado.

In that instant, the black brown tongue dances and the storm rages.

“What...!? ”

The clown was shocked.

And the black-brown curtain, like being dispersed, disappeared with the stormy waves.

Only the dagger, which turned cold, broke through the sound barrier and swept halfway up from the bottom to the opposite side of the clown.

“Bang!”

In a crisp sound, the dagger was caught by a palm.

Until then, the clown found out.

Opposite you, you don't know when a person appears.

A man who floats in the middle of the sky and looks at himself with a smiley, non-smiling look on his face.

Look at that man, the clown opened his eyes.

“You...! You...!"

The clown was so surprised.

“Are you...!? ”

That man, the clown, has seen it.

No, the whole "costume ball" thing.

Just six months ago, Xingli Palace, home of the largest modern apostolic group, the "Cosmetic Ball", was sunk.

Since then, the incident has spread to all parts of the world.

The outside accommodation received information, which was passed on to the outside accommodation and then to the firefighters.

The Masquerade Ball also conveys information to members around the world, giving them first-hand information.

By that time, all the members of the Costume Ball had identified the source of all this.

One is the Fire Warrior of the Burning Eye.

There's another one that's human.

Being able to escape alive in comparison to the "Bad Blade" Shabrak, fighting hard against the Three Pillars and carrying a Zero Hour Minion on his body.

Exactly this human being right here.

“Ha-ha-ha... ha-ha-ha! ”

The clown laughed ecstatically.

“I was so lucky to meet a man who was wanted here by Lord Staff, Lord General, and even the Great Wizard! ”

The culprit who led to the sinking of the Starry Palace, or the owner of the Zero Hour fan that the organization has been searching for, is wanted by the Three Pillars.

“If I catch you back, I can do it! ”

The clown laughed.

“Just give me a good hand and catch it! Humans!”

The voice dropped.

“Pfft! ”

The blade broke through the black cape, allowing the black brown tongue to gush out of it like blood.

“What...? ”

The clown's laughter completely turned into a voice of confusion and consternation.

In other words, the clown, whose entire body had been severed by one knife or two, fell out of the sky with his blood-sprayed tongue.

Standing in front of him, looking at the scene, he leaned aside and threw a word.

“You talk too much. ”