SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

2.

The chrysanthemum falls.

Flowers were not cold eyes.

3.

“Very well.”

I spoke, raised my sword.

“I'll give it a try.”

rushed in.

Swing.

The sword I wielded struck the serpent's blade.

I'm fine!

There's an echo.

I'm fine...!

There's an echo.

I'm fine...!

The serpent's shoulders freeze, and the sword splits apart with the sound of pots and condensed muscles unfolding together.

It's as if three or four different swords were coming together.

"No, not a sword, but a review." ’

They are raising the error to create several of Carl's constellations and asking me which of them to respond to.

Depending on which one of them you choose, the change in the sword will be completely different.

And none of those changes would be in my favor.

‘The Underworld.’

Perhaps this is the skill the viper first gained from entering the tower.

It is the ability to read projections that have been swooping by in the teacher's world.

“If so,”

I raise my sword.

“You don't have to choose! ”

It wasn't just a sword.

[Compassion Sword] takes the sword from the Serpent in the upper left corner.

“One!"

[Origin Sword] stops the sword dug into my waist.

“Two!"

The sword aiming for the wrist is stopped by [Sacrificial Sword].

“Three!”

[Salvation Sword] unleashes an attack on your neck.

That's how he sealed off all the Serpent attacks. The user ties up the opposing Pokémon's hands and jumps into the snake's arms.

“Haha!"

Swing the [Idol Sword] in your hand.

"Tsk,"

The viper takes a step back.

You're trying to keep your distance and your position.

I'm sorry, but I don't intend to spare you. Run.

Benda.

"-----Hoo!"

And at that moment, I saw a smile on the mouth of the viper.

“Hyaaaaaaaaa!”

Cawing! The iron is ringing.

The [Idol Sword] I swing is blocked by something.

The serpent's blade was not stopped.

The Wrist of the Serpent -- the gloves of error prevented it.

Not only that, he turns his hand around and grabs the blade.

Pull.

“Liaophan,”

The Serpent's Eye is closing in.

“It's your prosecutor, isn't it?”

“I'll tell you two things.”

The voice of me and the serpent intersects, and the next moment, it's buried in the thunder.

Boom...!

The other hand of the serpent touched my ear and swallowed up all the sonic booms and noises.

- This is also one of the great swords.

So the serpent's words were conveyed only by the movement of his lips.

- I usually use a knife, just because it suits me and it's cool.

The moment his fist touched, the serpent had already entered the next attack.

I try to cut my abdomen with my bent knee, pulling out the sword I caught. If I back down with my sword, I'd be slapping my shoulder with a crossword. If so, do you want to keep your legs tight? No, then I will spread out my bent knee and hit my mark.

- Well, yeah.

I see it.

I feel it.

- I handled many of those weapons at the same time when I was controlling seven noble heroes.

- Cancer.

The serpent's intent, my prediction of response. Established based on the forecast, the following means: One pure purpose underpinned by all of that.

- From the sickle to the fist, there's nothing I can't handle!

We're having a conversation.

- Yes, it is.

You play through the time of error, counting the slices of the card that the viper can use with his eyes.

I gave up after counting a little.

- That's a lot.

Dozens.

I counted the traps waiting to be triggered, upside down, like hundreds of them.

In a moment, behind my left and right back, I can feel the intent and life of the viper from all over and beyond.

- Oh, come on.

Literally a sea tactic.

Seven heroes, twelve masters, 72 Demon Monarchs, and 108 people... Whatever it is, it is different from the acceptance of many bodies by manipulating them with one will.

Expresses a lot of will with just one body.

Therefore, what was before me was not a man of Lyopan but a man of Lyopan.

- There's so many of them!

A blacksmith's hammering fist aims at me. The farmer's healing hand blades, the gardener's scissors, a myriad of attacks, like fisherman's nets, unfold toward me.

- Yes, do your best.

I'm also doing everything in my power.

No, I'll take you down.

‘Let's go, Hui. ’

I also swing my fist as I dive upside down into the pulling chain. Whether that's the right answer, the power drains from the hand of the serpent holding the sword.

"resonate with my heart. ’

As soon as my fist cut through the air, I remembered.

‘The salvation of the torn goddess. ’

Among the four sacks in the air, the Salvation Blade vibrates.

[Activates skill.]

It's the kind of beer that kills people early on.

Removes the memory and draws out the weight of the memory.

The more the past is thrown away, the more I die now. I made a promise to Raviel that I will not give up my life so badly that I will not [save the torn goddess].

Unless it's time to put everything we've got into it.

‘Salvation Blade.’

I wield the sword.

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

The most formal.

The Asayugum employee.

The Salvation Blade rages through the air. “Knng!” The blacksmith's fist bounces away, aiming for my right. There are one, two, three, and four lives involved, but they cannot stop the Savior Blade.

I also consume error profoundly.

However.

‘I abandon my memory of the four attacks I just defeated. ’

Day-to-day, your vision becomes clearer.

The heart beats. The consumed error is filled. Lighter footsteps and quicker hands.

Let's take a quick look on the right. Despite the surrounding area, the place is clearly empty. In more detail, four people's lives are groaning and roaring around the earth.

Although we can't remember how it got there, it's clear why it got there and what it meant.

‘Okay.’

My right side has been breached.

‘Sacrificial sword.’

If so, the following should also be clear:

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

Transplant implant <UNK> .

The bayonet gum isn't ready yet.

Sacrificial sword coming from my left. Moaning and screaming. The attack from the left is blocked.

‘Forsake the memory of the attack you have blocked now. ’

My left side has been breached.

‘Origin Sword.’

Take a look.

Moon-joo.

I'm doing everything I can.

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

The third formula: .

Drowned bayonet gum.

You are nothing to me.

How can I use a Magic Sword on someone who is nothing? Even if it's just moments and moments, how can I get rid of my memories? How do I scrape my soul and collect a single dot of shredded flesh from a wound, and join it with a single sword?

‘Mercy Blade.’

He said he would stop me.

He said he would make me his successor.

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

Equal to Death.

Verb glue gum 20941; <UNK>

I can handle you with all my might.

Power is my life on my sword.

I'm thinking about what to say to Raviel. I can't say I didn't break my promise because I'm not dead. "How am I supposed to expose my stubbornness to Raviel in the sense of just one word?

Isn't that right?

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

The Five-Piece Curtain.

The Serpent's Blade.

I care about the eyes of the beholder. This guy, after I developed the Macheon method, got really serious. I had more time watching me than I was talking about. I started to see myself as a little bit more autonomous, and I'm excited about it, but I keep on worrying. How am I assessing the sword I'm unfolding?

Isn't that right?

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

Carnivorous meal .

Soldier bayonet.

I think of you. It reminds me of a battle with a Muslim monk. At that time, the teacher fought as he smashed the ginger, and radiant flowers bloomed every step of the teacher's path. The world ate away the seeds and spilled blood, and some flowers bloomed.

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

The seventh round of the herd.

Blacksmith's Blade (326454).

That's how much I'll persuade my opponent.

That's the only way I can cut you down.

Would I be able to touch one finger at a time like that?

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

An eighth form of clothing.

Short Edge Sword.

I'm worried.

You have caused me to worry, worry and worry about my love, my friendship and my admiration.

You can't be nothing to me.

Isn't that right?

‘The left side is empty. ’

Nothing.

‘The right side is empty. ’

Nothing gets in the way.

‘The back is empty, too. ’

There's nothing to catch.

'That is.'

All that's left is the front.

Just ahead of me.

The path to the Serpent's body opens brightly when the three sides are emptied.

‘Coming.'

Lift your foot.

‘Through your whole life. ’

Ilbo.

Reclaims the swords that were dispatched to stop a crowded lifetime. Salvation, sacrifice, origins, compassion, and the sword of your sack swiftly gather around me and spin me.

‘I cut out your heart. ’

Lee Bo.

Your sack of swords is scattered like iron. The errors used to maintain the winning sword have been recovered. Suddenly, my eyes brighten and my body is full of blood.

Towards that day, an accountant's pen, a veggie man's back pocket, a drunken bottle, and countless everyday lives fly.

‘Good.’

My steps trample the ground with the strength to deal with all of them.

"Moonshine!”

My voice bursts from my mouth.

When the long night falls, the shade of the forest fades, and the flies quiver in the dawn, my lioness thunders.

“Serpent!”

Suddenly.

Something seems to have flown in my footsteps.

“Liaopan!”

Sambo.

My feeling of something flowing is not a delusion.

One step, two steps, and some petals flow from the ground I tread on.

It wasn't just scattered at the bottom of my vision for a moment. It wasn't every place I stepped on like a teacher or an oath. It wasn't just a flower blossoming. It wasn't every air that my sword swung. It wasn't a flower. It wasn't just a flower. It was a white flower touched between me and a viper.

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

Old fashioned .

Hyographic Sword ⁄ 2.

Savo.

My sword splits a petal.

"------."

Breathing sound.

At the end of my blade, I gasp for breath.

-.......

On the day, the cut petals split into two without a sound. The white splits to the left and to the right, slowly opening the view. A black eye lid of Rio Pan is revealed on one side, and Rio Pan's left eye is revealed on the other.

The blade stops at the neck of Riofan.

No, I don't.

I had to stop.

"......."

My heart.

Because, in my name, there was the fist of Rio Pan.

-.......

Whether it's a little late to stop, where my blade stops, shallow cuts, and a narrow drop of blood drips red on the blade.

Whether it is a little late to stop or where Ryofan's fist stops, the blood spilling out of his lips drips red onto his chin.

"......."

I can't swing a sword any more than this. At that moment, my heart will burst.

He can't punch any more than this. At that moment, its neck will fly away.

We knew that, so we naturally stopped.

“Ah……."

“Oh my, how……."

“Oh my God."

The forest is roaring.

Once again, Hunters are not the only ones in this forest playing with spectacles. The tribes that followed the Hunters held the Temple, and the entire family of the Four Kings were carefully guarded in the shadows of the forest.

Phosphoric acid acquisition.

This is the size of the forest, so the forest is made of people, not people in the forest.

That way, I looked down at everyone and said as if I had thrown first.

“I also won the Sword. ”

One side of the forest flickers. Perhaps a sword.

The serpent replied as if he were throwing a snake.

“That old man won, too. A long time ago. A long time ago. ”

The sword flickered.

I laughed.

“You said you lost an eye. ”

“That doesn't mean you lose. ”

“What, so you just lost to Grandpa Sword? It's a combat meter. Totally. ”

“You're an old man.”

“Maybe there's some kind of counterrevolutionary chance? ”

“Oh, you're just a silver-haired little boy, aren't you? Not really. It's just Kleese. ”

“No, I just thought I was getting younger as a young man or a man... What is a pretty boy...? I feel a little bad..."

“I don't think you're as offended as I am!? ”

The last shout was of the sword.

I laughed. Lioapan laughed, too. He smiled and bled. The blood drops spilled hit the floor.

"Ugh…"

And we both collapsed at the same time.