SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

My Lady.

Not like this.

…… My Lady. Half the bloodline has been destroyed! The elders declared themselves Muslims and were scattered throughout the world, but they had already been cut off. This is not the time to fight the schmucks of the sect. The crisis of the main school, or maybe the crisis of the underworld. The beggars of openness are saying...

…… My Lady. As you instructed, I made a medicine medicine medicine without blocking the door wave. Not only are the leaders of the party here, but the mothers' masters are here. I'm going to kill a lot of the Musketeers and use them as living things, so my performance will soon be...

…… My Lady. He was also killed by the Wolverines and the Hematopods. If you kill a hundred today, you'll get a thousand tomorrow. I can't stand the freaks! The pharmacy said that protecting the Merchant Guild war by fighting Ammunition and Hypertension can silence oppression, but more than that…….

…… My Lady. Avoid using streaks. If you go to an island and close it down, no matter how many millions of lepers there are, no matter how many millions, you can't cross the sea. How can there be only one Moorish here? If the flags of the main Church are there soon....

...... My Lady. Are you serious about the promise of war? This is blindness before the world became chaotic. The way the sky has changed.

You can't be strong. Forget the oath you made with the Lord of Islam, and please accept my pledge.......

My Lady.

2.

“---How did you stand it? ”

After a long silence, this was the first question I asked.

How you survived.

A hell where the world was destroyed and people were reduced to corpses. He even became half dead. For even a single moment, he asked how he survived three years in the peril of stopping his heart if he blocked the flow of the air.

"......."

Thousands and Muslims didn't answer quickly. The two of them looked at each other. And after making a look I didn't understand, I nodded together.

“Follow me.”

The two of them left the cave.

I followed them, too.

When we left the cave, we had no words. You take care not to wake the rest of the party. So we remained silent for a long time.

At the end of the cave, the static breaks.

“Man will die one day. ”

It was dawning outside.

“There's a funny story in the Moorish. There was a master who had risen to the height of the metallurgical ulcer. The body does not eat from any poison, so it is unconscious ( M), and the outside of the body cannot be injured by any sword. ”

Haa, and Thousand Horses breathed.

“You could say invincible. Insulation resistance. Trauma. How do you kill someone who can't be harmed by the cruelest poison, or by the sharpest blade? ”

The dawn is blue.

In the dark, the world was just a pale shade.

“But there's one thing old stories never tolerate. It is invincible. ”

A world of shade. There walked a thousand horses and Muslims. One step at a time, slowly. It was the earth to the place where the footprints were stamped, and since it was not stamped from heaven, it was only the steps of man that distinguished heaven and earth ( ).

“Beyond the Bird's Yard. ”

The thousand horses looked back.

We were walking out of the cave into the snow yesterday... surrounded by freewalkers.

“Do you have any idea how that great master died? ”

“How did he die? ”

“The color horse was folded and killed. ”

Thousand horses lift their mouths.

“The pleasure of a yin and yang day is not poison. Not even black. ”

“Uh, but isn't excessive pleasure poisonous? ”

“That's right. Therefore, Coloma has not provided a joyful storm from the beginning. Elaborate. Calm down. Start with the most subtle pleasures at first... and then enjoy the most deadly pleasures at the end. Trained and tamed the ultimate master. ”

The sun is shining.

The snow was a little white.

The white sheep resembled the breath of a thousand horses.

“The palm of the hand that Color Ma strikes in an occlusion, and the ultimate master does not accept pain. The ultimate whip, whipped by color, came to be perceived as pleasure. Even colored hands, feet, and little eyes became a happiness for the best. ”

Bloop.

Thousand horses raise their hands.

“At the last moment,”

And he stroked his neck.

“Lightly. The color is just lightly, strangling the pinnacle. ”

"......."

“I didn't need a strong nothingness. It didn't take much air. Two hands. He strangled her with his own two hands. When I was thirsty and suffocated, my best friend smiled brightly with pleasure. Even in death, the face of the corpse smiled happily. ”

A thousand horses howled.

“The ultimate master literally died in the climax. It was uncertain and unfair, but not unhappy. ”

In the middle of the snow.

I see dead bodies. Dead, but alive. They were stiff in the gloom of the dawn. The corpses were not frozen, so they were like shadowy forests.

“The lesson of this story is simple. ”

“Don't mess with the color! ”

The Muslim monk grumbled.

“It's not just an old story, it really happened. Ogg! Ogg was raised gold at the Gate of the Dang (21776; ), but she secretly sent a color horse to assassinate him. ”

“Hehe.”

Zombies are swarming all over the snow. Maybe it's the trail that followed our group yesterday. A thousand horses approach the zombies.

“Most of the chicks in the river are mistaken. The goal of the Muslims is to reach the limit of invincibility, and the reason they learn shameless is to gain immortality and eternal life. ”

Chuckles, and a thousand horses lift a zombie.

“Gal."

Thousands of horses and mosquitoes. The two of them lift up the zombies.

“He who is poisoned will die for something else, not poison. He who reaches the Golden Ingot will die with something other than a sword. The strong man doesn't just choose what he learns from his work. ”

The thousand horses struggle to move the zombie.

“Choosing which unmanned person to live with, while also deciding how to die. ”

The movement of the thousand moving walkers is slow and slow.

Like a heavy mailman, Thousand Horses set down halfway between the zombies, took a deep breath and moved again.

“Man will die one day. ”

I did it again and again.

“Don't you see that it's us? How can it be so easy to die? ”

It looks like the zombies were wandering around last night. The scattered zombies are herded together again by a thousand horses and mosquitoes.

“---I just didn't want to die like this. ”

It took a long time.

Their stamina was insignificant, and there were so many bodies.

“You may be assassinated. You can be poisoned. It's okay to be bullied and beaten, or take a beating from Shaolin fanatics. It is good to die betrayed by a believer, and it is even better to be killed by an index of reviews. ”

Jingcheon ( )

By the time the thousand horses and the Muslim monks put the zombies back in place, the sun was in the center of the sky. In the snow one day, two people's footprints were marked.

“However, this death is unacceptable. ”

Thousands sighed and saw me.

“How are you holding up?" he asked. ”

"......."

“We just want to die the way we want. ”

An old man from the sect lays hundreds of bodies in a row.

The bride has laid hundreds of bodies in a row.

As a result, the zombies seemed to be an army divided into two groups, and were likely to rush into battle at any moment.

I suddenly remembered.

The cause of death is the same, but the date of death is different.

When I fell into the world of the Apocalypse and saw the first zombies.

A conversation our group had while observing the forest of the dead.

I have to assume that someone deliberately moved the body….

Is it a kind of grave?

A tomb. It may look like a horse horse horse from afar.

At night, the zombies move on their own.

And yet, thousands of undead are gathered in the snow.

If you think about it, this is strange.

“Phew... ”

“Hmm."

Yeah, it is.

Unless someone deliberately put the zombies in one place.

“Not many people have gone far today. ”

Five hundred men of martial arts.

“The moon was clear last night. Not as much as sunlight, but the moonlight is also eaten by gangsters.... ”

Five hundred of them.

Thousands and Muslims moved their own men. It was a big day. But they moved quietly.

It's like doing the right thing.

We are at war.

"It's already been three years.

It's snowing.

“The jungle will never be destroyed by coercion. ”

People die.

"The destiny of our church is not only dug up by the corpses. ”

The Old File Room and the Great Saga are all gone.

“Indeed, if our sect should perish, it should be only because of the sinister fingertips of the clergy. ”

Even if all the junior secretaries get dusted off.

“If the main school disappears from the world, it is only by the blade of the sect. ”

This world has not yet been destroyed.

Two people must die in order for the world to perish.

Even if there are one billion people in the world, and 99.99 million people die from an epidemic. The last one. If the last one kills himself, the cause of death in that world is not a soldier, but suicide.

At least that's what Moorish oath and martyrdom sky looked like.

“Musketeer. Southern Palace, Taoist. Southern Town.”

The old man took possession.

“It's a buccal line.”

“Bishop. Saffron. ”

The woman took possession.

“A thousand horses. ”

The sun has risen to the skies.

It's been many years since there were two people left in the world.

During those years, their work was to determine only the cause of death in this world.

“The 990th sea of beets. ”

The destruction of the religion by a Muslim monk.

“Birth or death? ”

Or the destruction of the culmination by the Heavenly Horse.

“Life and death." ”

“Don't accept it.”

Two unarmed men unleashed their weapons.

In the midst of the snow, five hundred radishes and five hundred Maine ran into a thousand horses.

I still couldn't recognize the maneuvers that were being unfolded by the two of them. The way I see it, they're barely on their feet. Hard. I really barely reached out my arm.

The footwork would be slow enough so even a child wouldn't be able to follow.

The hand gesture was so weak that not even a single tangerine could be crushed.

"......."

The declining genre.

A worn down world.

This book of revelations was slowly dying through the 990th day.

“This... ”

I opened my mouth.

Watching them from afar, he muttered in his own way.

“Not like this. ”

My heart was beating.

“It's irrational.”

-.......

“You can't do this. ”

There was a fierce fight in the snow. At one time, the Buddhist monks and the Hundred Horses, who once held a spectacular burial ball while discussing the world's first person, are now only able to eat as young as possible. The snow rolls. You're wasting your time. I grabbed his beard and I grabbed his hair.

“The swordsman's eyes might see that as a real fight. Yes, because I'm just a beginner at swordsmanship. However, no matter how great the mystery is in that snafu, no matter how great the rationality is hidden..."

Until after noon and evening.

The Muslim monk and the Hungarian horse did not stop fighting.

“This is an insult. ”

It's sunset.

Even today, the battle was not hidden.

“It's an insult to both of you. ”

A declining world.

In a world where there was no cure for an epidemic, the two Muslims were strong enough to survive. But they were too weak to take each other's lives.

“You can't do this. ”

The world is cruel because it cannot be born the way it wants. Then, what is a world that cannot die as it wishes?

It doesn't even end right.

Life just got cut off in the middle.

- What are you gonna do?

The messenger said quietly.

- You'd kill a thousand horses and kill a monk instead? Yes, it can also be a merciful gift. I would. But let's not forget that you and I are strangers.

“I know.”

Two Muslims are not suicidal.

If you have to die, you can only hope for death at the hands of the other.

Bridge is not destroyed by a monster, but by the defeat of the sect.

The tide doesn't succumb to pandemics, it breaks.

Such an end.

Correct ending.

Reasonable, end of life station.

If I break in and kill them both, it won't be the end, it won't be the end. Not even a merciful gift.

It's just a doodle added by a child after a fairy tale book.

That won't do.

“I,”

I told the messenger.

“I'm going to tear this world apart in my own way. ”

- What's the plan?

I didn't answer his question.

The sunset is here.

“Bud, it's dinner already. Snot.”

“Maybe it's because of winter... Huff. The day is fast.... ”

“Tomorrow I will make my decision. ”

“Who's to say.... ”

Dinner got deeper.

On the 990th day, the Jell-O War was naturally ceased.

The Thousand Horses and the Moorish Blinds reached their hands and returned to the cave more exhausted than yesterday.

“Where have you been? ”

The group is hit by us.

The viper stands guard at the entrance to the cave, and the pharmacist and the apothecary are busy researching something surrounding the zombies. It was a zombie of a shaman leader who surprised us yesterday.

“We were looking at the patient. Yesterday was so slow.... ”

“Any progress? ”

The apothecary and the apothecary face each other. The Drug King lets out a thud first.

“Not yet.”

“Yes... I've never seen a virus like this before. ”

Of course you are.

He walked to the other side of the cave, saying that he would rest first. I watched the two Muslims' backs go away and turned to the pharmacist.

“Mr. moon.”

“Yes?”

“Tell me honestly. How long do you think it would take to make a cure? ”

“Ahh. Mmm-hmm. ”

The apothecary wrinkled.

“To be completely honest… at least 120 days. ”

“Twice that. It may take three times longer. It's usually a generous schedule like this. It's not enough to catch enough. ”

The drug king added bluntly. The apothecary folded his head.

“... Yes, I'm right, too. It's the worst case.... ”

Mmm-hmm.

"A short 100 days. If it's long, can we say 300 days?"

“Ugh. That's..."

The apothecary folded his head.

“Well, actually, I might not be able to make it at all. Facilities and environments are poor. I can't promise you that at this point. I'm sorry, my lord... You trusted me enough to bring me to a stage like this... It's impossible to develop a cure in such a limited time. ”

Limited time.

Sending us to the Book of Revelations, the librarian said:

If you open your eyes, it will still be a world 10 days before the thousand silos meet the unfortunate discontinuation of life.

"I look forward to your fabulous ending.

That is, no matter what happens.

In the next 10 days, the world is truly doomed.

The thousand horses and the monks who have survived so far will also die.

He said that the ten days were limited times for pharmacists.

“I'm really sorry... ”

“No.”

I shook my head.

“That's enough. ”

“Yes, yes? ”

“Don't worry. Boss.”

A dagger with a dancing waist.

I slowly tapped the hilt.

“I'll take care of the time problem. Don't give up, keep studying. ”

"......."

“Yesterday, when I fell into this world for the first time, Do you remember?”

This is no ordinary book.

It's a world, of course.

We're here to save the world.

"........"

The pharmacist nods cautiously.

We were sharing the same kind of eyes.

“… I remember. Of course I remember you, king... ”

I also nodded.

“What I'm about to tell you is the same as yesterday. Time is running out. If we don't break this stage, we won't be able to escape the Book of Revelation forever. I want you to stop thinking like that. I'll do my best in my position, so show me what you've got. ”

“I quit all my thoughts..."

“Yes, I promise. I'll take care of everything else."

I told you.

Towards someone who will later be called Alchemist.

“Trust me and work. ”