SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

The Alliance's seriousness is becoming chaotic.

- End an old war...?

- Don't destroy the mountains.

It was not a good direction of noise. The outsiders who were listening to the story of the designated Great Warrior began to vomit tears.

- I thought you said you were taking the slavery's side.

- Bullshit!

- This is why you've been hesitant to join the war!

- You're just gonna wait until they run out of juice and then come and get the honey? Did you receive a request from the Sanwa Nation? Aren't you ashamed in front of the spirits of our ancestors?

The blame pours out like a flood.

The Designated Captain doesn't blink once.

- I don't care what you say. We only dare to reveal what we think. The council called twelve summit meetings and six summons. It is our best belief that [the destruction of the mountain tribes goes beyond just vengeance].

- Traitors!

- Put your ankles back on the chain!

- Wait for me.

Fudduc.

The bats hanging from the scaffolding spread their wings. Hundreds of bats converged in one place, eventually forming a human form. A vampire in a black cloak. It was an evolution of a hematoma.

- I am Karajan Changbaek from Pirim. I lead 1,600 elites. My ancestors lived on the ceiling of Slimepolis, and my mother and grandfather joined the last expedition.

“... you really are a vampire, aren't you? ”

The Black Dragon Juice trembles. It seems that the evolution of its kind is unfamiliar. Of course, our voices were not heard by children living in this world.

- Warriors of the wet earth. You were the first to escape Slimepolis during the time of escape. The first time I held up a stone axe, I turned my back when I had the chance to end the mountains.

The nobleman, the Vampire Blood, revealed his teeth.

- Legend has it the mountain chasers let you go somehow.

-.......

You've been refusing to join Hansako since the first expedition, and now you're calling for a truce. You made a pact with the mountain tribes a long time ago, didn't you?

- It's been over half a thousand years. The defeat of the Sanwa Pursuit was the work of Keketruecker and his faithful Apostle Gorge. Apostle Gorge climbed on the back of Ketugker and defeated 13 mountain warriors in a row into a one-on-one duel.

Ouch.

Has my Gorge been made an apostle? ’

I felt unhappy and sad for some reason. He said he didn't want to get hit by me. He was the devil's boy. You've left a name in history.

- The leader of the mountain chase behind this duel bites the army himself.

I'm impressed.

The vampire snitches.

- A noble prophet's duel and a worthy adversary. It's a legendary poem. I'm hearing things like [two forces' density] rather than [master's touch] because I'm bad and clumsy.

The designated Great Warrior gives a subtle look.

-... was far from an honorable duel. Keketruecker has a cruel side to him. He forced Gorge to join the duel because he didn't want to fight.

Yeah? Yeah.

- Apostle Gorke was a patriot to his clan until the moment of his death. Ketugger is not a good transcendent.He's just a friend who wants to take care of us. He's got a dirty mouth and a grumpy temper, so he's not a friend I want to keep close to.

Oh, hey.

- Yes, in other words, Ketugger is our crocodile.

- He's a monster! Blasphemy!

Purebred commander shouts loudly. However, the Great Sage Warrior continued to look sad as a hedgehog with alopecia.

- So it's a tradition. The names for Ketugger are [filthy lion], [beating hand lover], and [follower of violent education].

"......."

My colleagues, the Hunters, look at me.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Eyes, eyes, it's like... Do I have to call it a look of suspicion and condemnation? It's been a long time since I've had this look from my colleagues.

“Four Kings…."

The Black Dragon Juice opens its mouth.

“I... I didn't see you like that. Have you been beating kids up in places we haven't seen them? It's a bit of a shock. Quite shocked, to be honest. ”

“... The true nature of people is that they become parents when they raise children. ”

The paladin looks at me with his axe's eyes.

“If I had been such a bad Goblin, that tradition would have come down. Four Kings.How many places have you slapped on a Goblin's tiny body? I hope you reflect... ”

“No, no, no. Wait, stop! Wet a minite! ”

I shook my hand violently to the left and to the right.

“It's unfair! I'm not that violent! You know that!”

“Well. Don't you have a stubborn side...? Otherwise, why would there be such a tradition? ”

“I didn't hit him! It was a hit with an item called possession in a dream. Why, you have the item. Items! In my dreams, no matter how many times I get hit, I won't get hurt, so I'll teach you to come up with them... …."

“Oh, my God. A goblin died in a dream? ”

The paladin opens his eyes wide. Other colleagues chatted.

“It's completely different from having no injuries on the body or trauma to the mind. The wounds left in the mind can be even more severe. Education through beating and death... ”

“[Lion with foul mouth] …. ”

“[The Beater].... ”

“[Followers of Violence Education] …. ”

“No, wait a minute. I mean, that sounds like crap, but it's not! I can't tell you exactly what it isn't, but it didn't hurt that bad! Really! I was just trying not to lose my beautiful culture. Trust me!”

“Typical self-defense…. ”

“In the case of domestic violence…. ”

Aah, aah!

My reputation! My image is corrupted!

My precious image is that I can rely on anytime, anywhere, reliable, good and competent!

- Hey, who is that...?

It's me.

- You rascal...

On the other hand, while my noble image was shattering, the head of the multiracial coalition also looked at the designated Great Warrior trembling.

- The descendants of Stone Salt are already famous...

- Are you out of your mind?

- They are an unbreakable breed.

What is it? Even the designators have strange images.

This isn't all my fault, is it? Probably not.

- Ugor.

The designated Great Warrior sighs.

- We've communicated the council's intentions. I will have no involvement in your acceptance of us. But we're here to end this war. Keep in mind that we will never watch for complete annihilation, whether it is mountain tribes or any species.

You think I'm gonna let you do what you want?

- We always live our own lives.

Designated Great Warrior turns Lion's head.

- Remember, we are the vanguard. The Chairman of the Parliament is leading the charge. The lions who drink rain and the warriors who love fire are coming. You should be afraid.

The Great Warrior said to the commanders.

- All units, we're moving.

The Designated Warriors have moved in unison. The Allied forces are getting embarrassed. We have to fight to stop them from moving, but fighting forces that are neither friendly nor hostile has no advantage. The Allied forces stared at the designated tribes, not only touching the bows, but not like this.

- No, I don't.

And...

- Those things?

The Allied forces wander off from their designated location. The chief was frightened, too.

- Hey, are you serious?

A central hub of coalition factions and Sanwa Slimepolis.

The designated tribes were positioned as if they could reach the catapult from either side.

- Ooh, the viscosity of the soil here isn't bad.

- It's sticky enough to make you feel good.

- I'm tired of marching.

In the plains, streams flow. Up to 400 designated tribes familiarize themselves with the mud from the stream. They shoved each other's backs or engraved symbols on their bodies, and the relaxing and relaxing landscape reminded me of the holiday feature. There's a bathhouse in the middle of the battlefield.

I guess I'm just surprised to see a stranger.

“That audacity..."

“Somehow I'm used to it.... ”

“I feel like I've seen you a lot...? ”

The fellow Hunters come out and look at the designated tribes alternately.

No, I don't. Why?

I only did good things for real children.

- As soon as we get the number.

After the bath, the two designated tribes left the ranks.

One to the Alliance.

The other one's headed towards the mountains.

Only two warriors occupied the passageways of both armies.

- Ugor.

The Designated Warrior looks at the opposing soldiers with a large sword.

Come here if you want to come.

- Well, I...!

Recognizing the meaning of the action and gaze, the Allied forces' leaders were furious.

- They're so rude! You want me to fight one-on-one?

- Designated tribes are always like that! He speaks fluent words with his mouth, but his actions are not so barbaric!

- We are knights who receive the holy will of the Guardians. What are you talking about, crocodiles? How dare you block our path!

- Let the fighters march!

Soon, a fairy fighter rides on a white horse.

I'm going to bury your rotten guts in the ground today!

An elf-looking warrior.

The elves charge towards you, and the Designated Warrior stares blankly.

- My name is Murmu. The descendants of Ketugkerr and Tarnon the Great Warrior Gorgir. It is the 631st transcription of the House of Peace. What's your name?

- I have no name for you...!

At that moment, the Designated Warrior throws out the Great Sword.

Like a windmill, a huge blade swirls.

- Everything?

The elves are startled and raise their swords. Tsoaoaoaoaoang! The fairy falls with a huge rupture. I stopped the blade, but I couldn't stop it all, so my body flew away.

Khh, shh!?

The elves, who haven't been able to open their mouths properly, scream. Knuckle, exhaling and trying to get up somehow. But the Lion of the Designated Warrior is already upon us. The lion slashes the elf's shoulder with its front foot.

- Hee...

- You don't know his name and his ancestors. He's rude. Ugor.

Puck!

Designated Warriors manipulate lions and crush elves on their faces. It was the moment the heads of the unknown elves disappeared. The lion grunts and grunts, relaxing his front foot to the ground.

A duel that ended so quickly.

- Hee-hee-hee!

The white horse lost its owner, crying and hurrying toward the other side of the plain. I didn't think it would be that good.

- Hiiing?

Someone from the designated tribe throws a spear and grabs the white horse. The plain calms down. A desperate stipulator leaps over the rifle and grabs the white horse. Concentrating on the coalition's dazed gaze, the Designators politely bow their heads, realizing that they had just done something shy.

- I'm sorry. I'm hungry...

-.......

- I thought it would be a waste. Meat is precious.I think so. Keep fighting.

I returned to the Designated Clan.

I was too polite to bow my head.

-.......

The Allied Forces chief opens his mouth.

- I…….

- You're a disgrace!

- Who could be more ignorant than that?

- Throwing a sword in an honorable duel! You're a warrior after all!

- Throw your knives if you're unfair. Ugor.

The warrior who struck down the elf twitches his nose.

- And we're naturally ignorant.

- I'm sorry?

- He wants to learn error from childhood and his brothers give it to us. We're an ugly tribe, so if we don't use them to help us, we're dead. I'd rather be beaten to death, but the beating of these brothers is so subtle that they can't die. If you are hit, hit and hit again, you will realize the error at some point.

It is a process that recognizes me as an adult by choosing one of the fan brothers and giving me back.

The Designated Warrior looks up at the sunset sky.

The twinkling eyes contain a mouthful that cannot be expressed in words.

- I can't believe there are these ignorant tribes...

-.......

- But I can't help it. This is the best. There is no more efficient way to teach than to become miserable enough to master error. This was a lesson directly handed down to the noble Apostle Gorge by Queeger 600 years ago.

The warrior murmurs.

- We call this the Ketugger motto. That's very rude of you.

A group of designated allies respond in unison from behind.

- Friendship over idol, trust over faith. Fuck you!

- Fuck!

- Damn it!

The warrior nods.

- The Han of our kind is deep and great. All there is is is no god in this world is evil. So we have to be good. We have to be good. Those who have been tied together in ancient chains. Stop destroying the mountain tribes.

-.......

- Or we're gonna kill you.

The plain is silent.

I was silent.

The fellow hunters were not silent.

“The Four Kings.... ”

“It's the Four Kings... ”

“Your Majesty, why are you there? ”

“Since when do you grow molars and paint your flesh green, king? ”

Wait a minute.

What's going on with my image?