SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

1.

Let's talk about a city.

Slimepolis.

This is a city that used to live and trade with the mining industry.

Claimed to be the best stone salt mine in the empire, Slimepolis boasted of greatness. "You dig in the dirt and you get food or money? People say," Yeah, they both come out. ’where you can live.

- Great cave.

- Skull of Zimosin.

- We collect goddess teeth.

That was the place.

Cities that thrive in mining also mine their land for glory. The more the ground files, the deeper the glory days get, if you swing the pickaxe at some point, bam! It's ringing.

I dug it up to the bottom.

[Slimepolis' Mining Strength is Getting Worse!]

There's still some rock salt left. But I had to dig too deep to get it. Work time was longer and work difficulty was higher.

[Slimepolis Salt Industry costs increased!]

Slaves have escaped. The mountain tribes have weak skin. You can only swing a pickaxe or manage workers at the entrance of the mine for a short time. It's hard to crawl through the tunnels. This is why the Six need slaves. After the slaves disappeared, the economy of the Rock City quickly shrunk.

[Weakens the control of the Sanwa!]

Birds are a species that resemble mermaids. The water in the sea was so irritating to the skin that they only roamed in a river called Treatment.

But one day, a strange species was born. This freak can go into the ocean and say, "Oh, it's salty. ’I could bear it. Those who were born with a mixture of strange species and blood were able to withstand the sea.

[The birds are evolving!]

The sea was a difficult horseradish for the mountain tribes to come and go, and the fact that they were able to live in it allowed the caribou to stop encountering the mountain tribes.

Then one day. There is another peculiar species among the caribbeans, and it suddenly splits the mud of the cranes. "Oh, it's so salty. ’Of course, I also made the soil because of the water of the sea bees. Can't we squeeze some more? ’

I still remember being a slave in Slimepolis. [You have to dig a pit to get salt.] The birds drill a hole in the middle of the bees, stick a stick in it, put it on a reed, and apply mud. It was a primitive pot.

A week later, the Sagittarians check the pot. There was sea water in the pot. I spread the seawater and baked it in a kiln. When I tasted it, it was very crafty. It was autism. When old stereotypes and new environments met, new technologies were born.

[New technology is available!]

[The rivals of the Sanwa clan are growing!]

Birds were born fishermen. Mermaids that can breathe on both sides of the water did not die from the storm. The dreadful sea, the , was now their guardian. A ship carrying salt entered the sea lanes and waterways like a room in my house. The production and distribution of the salt industry was passed on to the newborns.

[There is an ideological conflict!]

The Sanwa cannot surrender. According to the myth of the Sanwa people, salt is a goddess‘ tooth. ’It was hard for the Sanwa to admit that eating salt from the sea water did not give them a belly ache.

There are a number of attitudes that a person can take when it is difficult to acknowledge an opponent.

- It's a magic trick.

The Sanwa chose the easiest attitude.

- The Devil's behind you.

- Otitis is a cursed food with the devil's breath.

- All caribbeans are demons!

- Evil worship is proof that the skin can withstand the sea!

Perhaps the Sanwa chose a more arduous path. I could fix the myths of the mountain tribes and stir things up. [The goddess was actually torn in half when she died, half of her torn body was buried on the ground, and the other half sank in the deep sea.]

I could try it that way.

As the empire grows stronger, traditional mythology becomes at stake. Salt, which I thought only came from land, comes from water. The world grows wider. As the world grows larger, the mythology fades, and the protagonist fades.

The Empire may one day renounce [individualized local myths] and turn [universal and colorless] into a new faith. [Slimepolis] may have been reborn as the name of the empire itself, such as Rome, not the name of the city.

- Who eats salt made by the devil.

- I rule for blasphemy, for any reason!

The Sanwa did not.

- Salt melts in the water. Water melts salt. Then how can there be salt in the water? It is a deception of the devil and an evil scheme to deceive people and lead them into false faith.

I justified why I couldn't do it.

- From now on, all citizens must only eat rock salt produced by the Empire. Those who can get salt from mines not officially acknowledged by the Temple, those who can annuit water with salt, and those who bring annuited salt into the Empire will be punished!

- Do not trade salt. Block all rivers and waterways. Seize and sink the caribou's ship, the ship with the salt!

Priests who believed in ancient myths advocated. The warriors at war with the slaves respond. Citizens who still mock the six races cheered. Their advocacy, their hospitality and their support were a source of power for the nobles.

No man could stop priests, warriors, citizens, and nobles all at once.

‘Aha.’

‘I will now serve you as my master. ’

The god who could do so has already been eliminated.

[The Sanwa destroyed the Birds' Node Port.]

[The Sanwa are pillaging the Birds' trade ships.]

[The Sanwa are forcing the other factions to trade rocks.]

[The Birds rebel against the Mountain Wave!]

When the old one declines and the new one rises.

When industry leadership shifts.

When one side did not accept the new ideology, what had to happen was when one missed an opportunity for a thousand-dollar reform.

[Domination War Begins!]

That's the story of the last 600 years.

- Ugor.

There have been six wars.

The Empire has fallen.

- From now on, we destroy the Holy Land under the peace treaty of the Seven.

Priests have lost their religion. The warrior loses his victory. Citizens have lost their peace. The nobles have lost their power.

All that remained was a mine dug up with glory and stone salt 600 years ago. However, a line of historical texts did not stop the Equatorial Spear Blade, and an empty cave did not feed the people.

It was too late when everyone realized that.

Too late.

- You have three options.

The chairman of Ubrica said:

- Number one, I'll just destroy them myself! I can do that. I would like to. The title [destroyer of cities with impunity] is covetous. But I am not only magnanimous, but generous. I'll leave my greed to you for a moment.

Hua, Hao Ubrica takes a body building position.

My left pectoral muscle twitched.

Second, you destroy the sanctuary yourselves, Sanwa! You can. But you don't want to. The name of the man who destroyed their sanctuary will be disgraceful. I understand your humiliation and will pass it on to you as well!

His right pectoral muscles fluttered.

- Three, all seven races, raise the hammer.

Ubrica grins.

- Destroy the city until the minutes are up. Breaking something breaks my mind. Even the soldiers who have worked so hard to come here.Even the people who have worked so hard to make a living, just smash them all! You can. You want to.

The last remaining king of the Sanwa Clan asked in a trembling voice.

- Scared warrior, what if we bring you into the city and start a fight?

Our designees will take care of the guards. It's not the hammer you're holding, it's just going to destroy the building.

- Some things are meant to be preserved without breaking them. We make history on the pillars.

- Disassemble and load.

- It's so heavy...

- Extract only what you can carry. History that cannot be burdened is not pride, but shame. If you discard it, you will become lighter, if you become lighter, you will become free, and if you become free, you will become stronger.

- Slimepolis is our last city. Where are you leading us?

- To a place lighter, freer and stronger than here.

-... some of our citizens don't trust you.

- That's great!

Ubrica puts her hands together and gives her strength.

My biceps are burning.

- Tell them to come at once!

944 of the mountain tribe's citizens leave. 944 can't rush at once, so the 16 bravest snails rush first. The fallen soldiers were the ones who fed themselves to death.

- I give you the privilege of sharing my true colors!

The Giant of Error came.

- I'm sorry?

- What?

- Crazy.

As soon as the soldiers spilled their little words, the mountains flew away in a fistfight wielded by Ubrica. Sixteen in the lead, 28 in the back row were neatly home-runned.

- Mwahahaha!

The Giant is small.

- Come back when you can! Boys!

-.......

I'll take 900 or 9,000! Unfortunately, it doesn't get wet, but there's enough muscle to make you kids look like adults! I will be your father!

There were very few people who wanted to father the designator.

Instead of being stressed by the muscle pigs, the mountain tribes decided to release stress by just smashing down the ancestral building. It was a wise choice.

- Damn it.

- Damn it!

Slimepolis was broken day and night.

The city turned to dust while the seven tribes roared side-by-side.

Last but not least, Ubrica was in charge.

- Suck!

Ubrica becomes a giant and beats Slimepolis. Woof! Woof! Kuang! It lasts more than half a day. The cave in the city is in turmoil, and the mountain containing the cave collapses. The ceiling of the cave breaks and rocks spill out.

- Crazy...

A huge hobgoblin buries the city by himself.

- Hmm.

The chairman of Ubrica raised his mouth. It was a unique satisfactory smile that the boy built after crushing the sand castle in the playground.

- At least you got the title of "The Destroyer of Cities."

-.......

- hereby declare that the peace agreement has been concluded. Pack your bags, hillbillies, and follow those worthless piles of stone.

Ex-free and free.

The greatest warrior in the history of the Designated Clan, never before and never since.

- We go back to the pit.

[The Domination War will end.]

[Multifaction Allies win incomplete victories.]

[The Sanwa are freed from the crisis of destruction.]

That's the end of the stage.

The designated tribe gains the authority of the deceased!]

[Increases the dignity of designated tribes.]

[Power of Designated Clans is increased.]

[Critically increases the likelihood that the specified species will evolve new traits.]

[9000 Faction Points awarded!]

[You currently have 9800 faction points.]

Your fellow hunters mutter.

“Hey, that's a real monster... ”

“It can't be that big of a thing that's been born in the designated tribe...? Then we'll feel sorry for our children. ”

“Probably not. ”

The paladin shakes his head.

“You really are a disbursing warrior, aren't you? Now, by chance, one of those talents was born in the Designated Clan, and perhaps in another age, another kind of hero will emerge. We just have to stay alive until our golden age. ”

The tower's voice rings.

[You can now declare a stage clear.]

[Are you sure you want to declare Stage Clear now?]

“Hehe?”

The Black Dragonlord swoops over the side of his head.

“It wasn't necessarily a race that had to be cut off. Would it matter if I handed over the crisis of desertion? ”

“Just in case. We may have put a faction at risk of being wiped out without our knowledge. ”

We watched the armies of each tribe disperse from afar.

Eight hundred years since the primeval forest burned down.

Although we were still reigning like constellations, the children slowly began to walk on their own feet, not in the night sky.

"Hmm."

I opened the door.

“Well done, everyone. ”

“Did you have a hard time? The child of your kind solved it all on his own. I've never seen a stage more comfortable than this. ”

The Black Dragon Juice smiles joyfully.

“I'm going to see how the kids live for about ten days and then declare it done. And the Four Kings?”

“Then I'll be gone for ten more days. I have something to teach Ubrica. ”

“What else are you going to teach that monster...? ”

“Don't worry. Good stuff. Good stuff. ”

Ten days later, we broke up to declare stage clearance.

Yes, it is.

I still have something to pass on to Ubrica, the designators.

[Buy ‘Appear in Dream’.]

[100 Faction Points will be consumed!]

[You currently have 9700 faction points.]

Ubrica, who was floating on a muddy pond, looked at me.

- Ugor. Hello again, Abby.

“Hey, Dad's here. ”

- I led the Sanwa tribe as Abby advised. Go ahead and say good job.

“Oh, my baby. Did you save what almost destroyed the tribe? Very good, very good. My baby, you're amazing! It's worth raising my baby! The Designated People are the coolest and our baby is the coolest in the Designated People! You're so much better than this father! ”

- Ugor, Ugor.

Ubrica smiles.

After ten minutes of baptism of praise, I took it out.

“Ubrica, I want you to learn something. ”

- Ugor?

“To be precise, I want you to learn this and spread it to your people. so that if you die, if you die 100 years from now, a lesson will not be forgotten. ”

- What kind of teachings?

I smiled.

And in my hand I smoked a red error.

“I'll show you the fire of the world. ”

A new martial arts masterpiece.

I will deliver my feasts to the designated people.