SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Early in the morning, the commotion woke the Sanwa tribe.

- What's all the fuss?

- Suddenly the lion starts barking. Lime.

- There's an ominous noise from the mine...

Mushroom-like buildings rise in the underground city. Snails crawl out of the skyscraper's window. Hundreds. Thousands. Tens of thousands. From the lightest slug to the deepest slug. The mountain tribe's mucus envelops the barrier.

- Is it a commotion?

- Rebellion!

- Blow the horn!

Wake the spirits of our ancestors!

The snails climb up the wall. The snails slap their cheeks with their staples on their heads. That was how they woke up.

Booooo-...

The mountain tribes on the top of the Wall blow their trumpets first. It is not a horn. It is the shell of a dead snail. The Sanwa people used the shell left by their own people as a coffin, and the long, warm sound of the trumpet sounded.

Booooooooo-

Following the first trumpet, the other Mountains climbed the Wall. The Sanwaites on the wall pick up their skins and put them in their mouths. There were a lot of buildings in the underground city, and every building was pulsating.

Organ.

One by one, the building became a pipe, and the Great Hall rang. Boo. Boo. The noise of organ blown by the mountain tribes shook the dark underworld. The sound of the Goblins coming from afar is buried in the sound of sound.

Woof! Woof!

Dogs from the mountain tribe bark. The Sanwaites regarded dogs as sacred because they resembled God. Dogs that grew up in the cave got their noses wet and their cries were murky. The sound of the dead snail stirs up a ferocious howl.

“Grrrr.”

I broke the cage. Screaming! I chopped the iron bars off the front foot reinforced with an error. The breeders crawled in late and pointed at me with a stammer, but I had already escaped and been running through the streets of the police.

- Lion!

- The lions of the arena have escaped!

The snails climbed up the wall and were surprised to see me. Some snails fled to higher ground. I hit the pavement with my back foot and jumped onto the very pillar -- the very pillar where the history of the Sanwa clan was carved.

“Grrrrrr!”

My forefoot dug into the column. There was a red error on my feet. I climbed up one step, one step, and a column like a mountain climber.

- Lime!

- Hey, look!

The mountain tribes were frightened at my ascent. As you climb the wall of another building, the mountains and tribes spill their mucus. Some of them were unbalanced, and some of them were slippery mountain tribes.

I climbed to the top of the pillar and looked down at the city.

Boooooo...

The underworld was still full of trumpets. The sound flows from the dead body. According to the sound, the mountain tribes are armed and assembled. The mountain rangers are moving throughout the city. Soon they will defeat the Goblins.

‘I won't let you. ’

I opened my chest. No building is taller than the pillar I'm on now. I inhaled the highest air in the city into my lungs and slowly opened the lion's jaws.

Goooooooo-

A rock burst from my mouth.

Like a ripple in a pond, the lion's stronghold pushes away the mountain and its trumpets. It spread more and more as I pushed it away. My lungs were deeper than the void of a dead snail corpse, and my voice was fiercer than their voices.

- Gor!

Finally, I can see the Goblins. Goblins have gathered at the entrance of the mine with stone hammers.

I saw them, in other words, they also saw me.

The Goblins shouted.

- Ketugger!

That was my name.

Since the language of the stipulated tribe still lingers among the beast's tears, the Goblins have called me Ketugger.

"Que" means water. Everything that is transparent and pure in this world is called the Goblin "ke."

"Glug" meant the sky. The Goblins call the high and holy things of this world "keglug."

"Kerr" meant meat. It also meant the beast.

So my name is.

- Ketugger!

A white beast descended from the sky.

He said, "The white lion."

I stood in the middle of the underworld and roared.

“Gru!”

Seeing me on the pillar, the mountain tribes stopped, and the Goblins rolled their feet. The Goblins are in formation. A long time ago, it was a hunting formation that I taught while catching bison.

Goblins have kept the time they shared with me for 200 years. Just like a random word a parent throws at their child for the rest of his life.

I felt responsible for the Goblin formation.

- Whoo-hoo!

It's good.

My youngest others.

I'll take you home where you want to be.

“Glug.”

I strengthened my front foot. An uproar from the heart poured down into the lion's forearms, lion's front feet, and lion's claws.

Blah blah.

The crack in the crack where the claw was dug. The red orb soaked into the pillar in an instant, riding a spider web.

Archeon Necromancer

The most formal.

Sculpture Yuxiang Gum, Inc., No. 24188.

A huge column shatters like a glass window. The snails scream. Pieces on columns. A fragment of a rock filled with the myth of the Sanwa tribe.

I stepped on the broken pieces of the pillar and blamed it. I went down. Soon after landing, the pillars collapsed. The dust was rising all around me.

‘Now the mountain tribe's Qi must have fallen. ’

People of this age lived in mythology. The collapse of the column was not just a dimension to the collapse of an architecture. The pillars were history and religion, and the collapse of the pillars meant disaster.

God has come.

‘Goblins, on the other hand, will be equally vigorous. ’

But I was not the only god walking through the underworld.

I heard a trust I never got off.

[Inquisitor Inquisitor admires your swift plan.]

Then, the hound leaps through the dust clouds.

“Kaaaa!”

The hound cried and scratched my back. It's a surprise. I wiggle my front foot screaming. Whee! But my claws twist the air, not the head of a hound. The hound that was right in front of him suddenly disappeared.

"Sacred rites!"

I immediately realized who the hound was.

Did the Inquisitor possess the beast too? ’

The Inquisitor immediately realized what I was up to. Destroying the pillars symbolizing the religion of the Sanwa people. Panicking the mountain tribes.

I created a scene of myth to quickly triumph. When the Sanwaites get confused, it makes it that easy for the designees to escape. Then the Inquisitor stood up to Shinsu.

‘Where are you?’

Your back tingles. Blood spills from the wounds torn by the hound. I was on guard everywhere, but I didn't see the Inquisitor. I was still obstructed by the dust clouds around me.

‘Where will you come from? Inquisitor! "

It was at that moment that the smell of oil was wrapped around the tip of my nose.

"Khh!"

As soon as I smelled the oil, I rolled to my side. Bang! The hound jumps out of the air and slams the ground I was on just now. The hound sticks out his tongue as if it were a waste.

The hound bears a golden feather.

It was clear that the High Septon had been taking care of the beast since the beginning of time. There's a small jewel in the hound's teeth. The shortly trimmed fur is swirling with waves.

Above all, it smelled like olive oil.

‘You may have chosen a new recruit to fight the myth. ’

I groan, the beast spills.

‘That's the catch. Inquisitor, your body smells of perfume. I've been ambushed once, but don't think you'll make it to the second one with that smell! ’

With this body, I could only make the lion cry. But the Inquisitor seemed to understand my crying. He learned that his tactics had become meaningless and quit the raid.

We took one step at a time to look at each other.

“Karr.“

"Grr..."

The sound of the hounds and lions mingles in the dust.

I wandered around slowly to catch the hound's back.

‘You can't beat me in a one-on-one fight. Your sacred ritual has the power to process, but it's more like a support skill. If you don't have any comrades to fight with, you're only half a man. ’

The golden hound cries, Karl.

I heard the laughter of the Inquisitor.

[Inquisitor says it's a pleasure to fight with you.]

"Glad"?

[Inquisitor wants to prove you're better than yourself.]

I didn't really understand the message.

The hound moves his front foot more slowly as he reads my expression.

[Inquisitor Ethan says:]

[You only move to get the best results.]

Slowly, the dust cloud sank.

[Everyone has different abilities.]

[The best of the competent outweighs the best of the incompetent.]

[If proven to be more competent than yourself, the Inquisitor is willing to obey you.]

Beyond the sunken dust, you see the designated tribes and the Sanwa tribe.

The two factions stand against us.

[He has shown you his best over the last 200 years.]

[Inquisitor Ethan now asks what's best for you.]

Hunting dogs rush in.

I also set my claws to explode.

At the same time as the two of us collided, the citizens rushed toward slavery and slaves toward citizenry.

- Lime!

- Ketugger!

The Sanwa wave their wings with tentacles while wearing leather armor. Goblins don't have the right clothes. They slap the stone hammer with their bare bodies. Citizens were overwhelmed on an armed level. However, the snails were shaken by the collapse of the pillars and pushed by slaves in terms of deception.

“Grunt!”

My claws ripped off the back legs of the Inquisitor. Kaaaa! The hound scrambles and screams. However, my attack did not reach a critical hit.

Whenever he tried to strike a crystal, the Inquisitor skillfully avoided the sacred ritual. The sacred ceremony was no longer useful for a surprise, but it was still valid for evasion.

It was clear what the Inquisitor's tactics meant.

‘You're stalling. ’

The hound cries. I could not understand the sound of a hound, but the will of the Inquisitor was easily imagined.

The Inquisitor said:

‘The mountain tribes are in a state of confusion right now, but they will gradually come to their senses. And more troops will be focused here. I can only win if I stall for time. ’

Before the delay.

That was the tradition of a heretic interrogator.

“Grrrr.”

I stared at the hound with blood flowing from my waist. The hound's back foot limps out and he looks at you. We were both wounded beasts.

‘Not a bad tactic. ’

I growled.

‘That's only valid when I'm trying to cope alone. It's our only option in this situation. ’

Time was never on the side of the Inquisitor.

More accurately, I couldn't be on the side of the Sanwa.

The time that snails have ruled so far has now strangled them.

[Rebellion in Slimepolis!]

Pod, something came up in the air.

The black swan.

The Black Tiger spreads its wings and roars for a long time.

[The Vampire Uprising Against the Mountains!]

The priests of the Black Dragon Empire appeared using spatial warfare.

The bats hanging from the ceiling of the cave move their wings. Bats descend on the snails moving towards the salt mine. The mountains scream and wiggle their tentacles, but the hematoma reveals more and more fierce teeth.

‘It's not you who's stalling, it's me. Inquisitor.’

The roar of the beast resounded in the underworld did not stop there. At the dock where the river water was served, at the harbor where the salt sacks were piled, four different roars burst from the western end of the cave to the eastern end.

[The Birds are uprising against the Sanwa Nation!]

[The nobles are uprising against the Sanwa!]

[The Elves are uprising against the Sanwa!]

[Sunbae is uprising against the Sanwa Nation!]

It was the sound of an empire crumbling.