SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Kuaaaaang!

The next bomb you hear explodes a little closer. The whole building was shaken.

Guild priests belonging to the Manchun Temple issued an all-out error and placed a protective shield. Inside the shield, the Inquisitor, Kim Gong-ja, and the crystals hardly stood up.

- I love beauty!

Despite being terrorized, the Inquisitor was sunny.

- It's worth it to keep it intact!

- Thank you, Inquisitor.

The crystal slashes the dirt on your face.

She was as calm as ever.

- But this isn't the end of it. There are about five million people in the organization that are working on terrorism. Explosions can blow up as much as they want.

- You have 5 million followers! How many of them are priests, and again, how many of them can actually take action? Ahahaha. Faith is abstract, but death is real.

- Again, not one in a thousand. If only one person out of 10,000 makes a move, that's 500. 500 explosions.

- Yes, sir.

The man responsible for the religion of the tower wore a hat.

- And 500 is a number that we [can] afford.

-.......

- I wish I could have identified terrorism in advance. But it's too late. So, as much as I've made a mistake, I'm in charge of cleaning up after you!

The crystal hesitated for a moment.

It was rare for her.

- Cleaning up after yourself.

- Of course, it kills all the suspected individuals. It's hard to reduce five million to two and a half million, but it's not that hard to reduce five hundred to two and a half, again to under fifty.

-.......

- We'll have to ask the Black Dragon State for a warrant! It's been seven years. Aha, it's been a long time!

Kim has lost his words.

Kuang, the wall trembles again.

It was a bomb.

- How?

Kim said in a cash-by-pay manner.

- How can you say that?

- Hmm?

Inquisitor Kim looks back.

Seeing the eyes that could be said to be innocent, Kim asked. Even a reptile's eye would be naive. Keeping the beast's helplessness, Inquisitor Ethan smiles.

- Why can't I tell you?

-.......

-Thinking, talking and acting like this can lead to conclusions that are as quick and clear as possible. Why can't we discuss it this way? Is it because you offended Mr. Alba?

- That's the problem...

- No, that's the problem. Someone has to do it anyway. If it's the right thing to do, it's faster to do it without useless rhetoric. It's the politician's virtue to care about the mood of the public, but let's leave that to the Black Dragon Master, who we promised a long time ago!

Kim gripped his teeth.

I grabbed his shoulder, which I was about to protect.

It was the crystal.

- Mr. Gong-ju.

-.......

- Don't try to change it. Right now, there's no time. You'd better use him.

-Use…….

Surprisingly, the human in front of Kim Gong-ja is a persuasive person.

Hearing that, Duke Kim thought it was hard.

We need to minimize the casualties of the bombing. However, for questionable reasons, we should also minimize the casualties of innocent people. What are we gonna do? What should I do to convince the Inquisitor of heresy and use this person.... '

utilise.

-.......

At that moment.

Duke Kim realized something.

- It's the Temple.

The Inquisitor stops.

- Yes?

- It's the Temple.

Kim said urgently.

- The deputy bishop you took. But even if he did, in the Pantheon, you would have killed him yourself!

A little while ago, the blood of the Patriarch was on the left hand of the Inquisitor.

The Inquisitor tilts his head.

- Yes, sir.

- Then how did [the young man with the video in the square] know right away that the Viceroy was dead! You don't have a natural, you don't look in the Torture Chamber of the Pantheon.

Kim saw the Inquisitor's eyes shake.

- The traitor inside the Manchurian temple has informed us of the demise of the Viceroy! To your colleagues!

The Inquisitor tried to make a name for himself. He didn't know whether he was going to open the shield or to kill his neighbours here, the Almighty Temple executives.

I don't know.

Explosion and noise.

The world has turned upside down.

I stood one turn, then I leaned again.

Duke Kim suddenly collapsed. With the exception of the fact that something was covering his back, Kim could hardly feel anything, except that something was very warm.

It seemed like the cicada was crying long and dark somewhere.

Someone mutters beyond the broken hearing.

- What a useless fast-tracker.

Kim could not figure out who he was.

But it wasn't the voice of the Inquisitor, and it wasn't even the voice of the Amethyst. Then he must have been one of the Manchurian priests who were here.

The owner of the voice makes a sound and walks away.

- Poor thing, you could use it for a long time.

Who am I talking to?

- All you have to do is act like a doll and move like a doll. Lord Almighty.

-.......

- But Marionette has nothing to do with the thread breaking. Disposal. Fortunately, it's a gigantic day, so Times Ross is at least...

And Kim lost his chance to see the traitor's face forever.

A flash of light erupts, screaming.

The man who enjoyed the success of his betrayal no longer made a sound. He wouldn't trust himself as much as he could betray his boss. No, his boss had never fully trusted anyone in the first place, and the traitor neglected to the end.

- Ah-ha-ha...

A small hand slapped Duke Kim on the cheek.

- Are you okay?

- Ugh... Fuck...

From the looks of it, you must be one of Mr. Salt's men. What is your name?

- Kim Gong-ja…….

- If you can swear and you can say your name, you're actually halfway through life. Can you open your eyes, Mr. Kim?

Kim opened his eyes.

The Inquisitor grins in bloodshed.

Kim slowly realized that his vision was red, not just because he was bleeding himself.

- Good, thank God. There is one other person who is aware of the situation.

The Inquisitor was also covered in blood.

There was a deep smell of blood in his voice.

- Manchurian temple, Lord...

- Yes, sir.

- The manager of the Amethyst...?

Kim opened his mouth with difficulty. The Inquisitor just said thank goodness. Kim desperately wanted the arithmetic to be wrong.

- Now's not the time to care about anyone else.

The Inquisitor vomited Kellock's blood.

Too much clarity.

It's not just blood.There are some flesh mixed in.

-Treatment…….

Confucius barely said.

The Inquisitor raises one hand and stops him.

- Not necessary, not in time. I don't make it.

- If you don't try that...

- I don't need to try. Rather, what you can do now is more efficient…….

Once again, the Inquisitor vomited blood.

Blood splattered onto the Kim Gong Gong's cheek.

- Ugh.

In a moment, Duke Kim got up on the ground. The memory of going to the amusement park with the Prelate as a very young child, the dark red world seemed to be in a squirrel barrel, but it was hard to balance it somehow.

As he rises up, something covering his back falls to the ground, but he desperately doesn't care about it.

Kim captured the image of the Inquisitor.

He was sitting right in front of Kim. Kim didn't know whether to say [sitting] that posture.

Torn from below the waist, the Inquisitor opens his mouth.

- Perhaps, this terrorist, is more prepared than we thought. It's an accident.

- Don't tell me... now, your body.

- On the contrary, since you're in this condition, you have to say something. That way,

Blood and coughing.

- Ah, this is what happens when you blow up inside the proud United States of America. The damage... I wonder what else could have happened here, town.

- Almighty Lord, be quiet a little bit.

- Instead of loading, these.

The Inquisitor pulls something out of his chest.

There were two.

A hand mirror decorated with a little doll and a black dragon trim.

The Inquisitor smiled at the official who accepted the payment.

- The first is called an idol. It means my proxy. The Pantheon is yours for the time being.

Kim was frozen.

- Why, to me.

- Just like you said. The only thing that can move here now is Mr. Kim.

Kim gripped his teeth.

I looked around. I didn't look back.

The Inquisitor continued.

- But, frankly, does the marking mean... that the system I set up, I don't know if it's going back after I'm dead. Still, it's better than nothing, so... First of all, this is the second item. A mirror.

- Mirror...

- It's called the Black Dragon Glass. If you want to communicate with the other guild leaders... they are emergency equipment given to us by the Black Dragon Master. Tell them you're my agent...

The Inquisitor stops speaking.

Kim waited for the next word.

It took me a while to realize that it wouldn't exist.

-.......

Kim opened his mouth.

- Lord Almighty?

There was no answer.

I never will be.

- Lord Almighty.

Life is meaningless and disappears without precedent.

Kim looked down at the two remaining artifacts in his hand. Stupid in a ruined room.

Not for long.

I stood up on his face.

- We have to move...

But how?

And go where?

It was unknown as an E rank hunter, but fortunately, the only person who died at this moment was the Inquisitor. The survivor was not only Kim. People were desperately on the move, and as a result of that movement, voices were heard.

- Damn it...

A sound came from the mirror in his hand.

- Hey, is there a kid alive? If you have any questions, answer me.

Kim knew the protagonist of this voice.

Perhaps everyone in the tower knows.

- Guild Master Black Dragon?

- Huh? Who are you...?

Kim took a deep breath.

He briefly explained the situation.

A moment of silence passes through the mirror, followed by a voice.

- Yeah, not really. He wasn't a child on my orders.

- …… Do you believe me?

- Yeah, I have a skill I learned from a paladin once. That's roughly... Oh, shit.

The Black Dragon Juice takes on a long drool.

Not just a thin saliva, but a murmur of sticky blood.

- Are you hurt?

- A little. It's been a long time since I was stabbed by an assassin...

Rank 2nd in Hunter.

Upper room, the most powerful man in the tower.

In spite of the fact that he was assassinated, Duke Kim remained rational. Maybe he's just paralyzed by a series of massive catastrophes.

Either way, the voice of the black dragon master and the Confucius flows in the black dragon kingdom. Over time, no one participated in the transmission until Kim explained everything. What it implies is that the black dragon kept his mouth shut.

- That's a lot of work. Maybe the second time since the tower was built.

-.......

- Well, I've had a lot of grudges...

Cough.

- The guy who stabbed me was the head of the U.S. Foreign Office. I thought I was just getting kicked out of power and living a normal life, but fuck these CIA bastards... Now that we're done with it, they're gonna use those fucking faggots to fuck with us...?

- Where are you, Black Dragon? I'll be looking for you.

I coughed and laughed.

- What are you doing here? I don't know if it's the secretary sheep or your owner.

It was what Duke Kim knew more than anyone else.

- But we can't just sit here.

- You're young...

A lament rests on the voice of the Black Dragonist.

It was a brief sigh.

The arithmetic immediately fell before the cold calculations.

- But he's powerless. I don't need it anymore.

Even before Kim said that, Black Dragon Joo continued.

- Guild Masters usually call a meeting to determine their oath in situations like this. But this is the situation.

- Black Dragon Juice...

- I'll give the order.

The Black Dragon Juice breathes briefly.

- From this moment on.

The owner of the city said.

The voice doesn't just flow from the Black Dragon Glass.

In the ruined Babylonian square, in the streets, in the slums, in the streetlights, in the speakers attached under the streetlights, her voice began to flow out.

- I declare a Commandment. I am the guild leader of the Black Dragon Guild. I'm gonna say it again. I now pronounce you Commandments.

Between the words of the Black Dragonist and the words, there is a sound that draws blood.

- Right now, the outside world is using unidentified equators to detonate multiple explosions inside the tower. All the guild leaders have been disconnected. The casualties could be thousands, maybe tens of thousands.

Cough sounds.

- Anyway, since the tower was built, it hasn't been anyone's. Some said the tower belonged to God, others said the tower belonged to the Union, others said the tower belonged to gangsters, and some said the tower belonged to Humans.

The fact that the ruler giving the order is bleeding echoes through the bloodshed of Babylon's fallen square.

- But it's been decades. We can speak plainly. This tower is ours. This is our territory. We are the Humans of the Tower. The sky in the tower is our air, and the stream in the tower is our water. The land of the tower is our territory. And we say we are enemies of those who have defiled our heavens, our water and our earth.

The Black Dragon Juice swallows a single saliva.

Maybe he swallowed blood.

Keeping the red scent, beyond the speakers, a black dragon's monologue bursts.

- It's war.

Sounded simultaneously in every alley in the city where the speakers were installed.

- This is war.

Under the speaker, the reverberation came down with the mother's back wrapped around the child tightly.

- In this situation where the security of the Tower has been severely compromised, we, the Black Dragons, declare martial law and declare victory as soon as possible in this war. And I promise you, I will show relentless vengeance to my enemies who have dared to shake the tower.