Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

Nick Drake screams to alert the vows of danger.

The body of the vow, which had already sensed the movement of the tail, was about to rip off his lips and dug into Carnivore's arms like a boxer performing a cleansing action.

Nick Drake doubts his eyes as to how fast the vows are moving.

Carnivore's tail cracks open the human air, arriving late by a beat.

The two creatures that became one body slumped loudly on the mossy floor.

< Bang! >

As vows and carnivores disappeared behind the smoke, Nick Drake waved his hands to remove the smoke that was blocking his vision. However, we needed more time until the smoke disappeared from the tunnel without a separate exhaust vent.

All I could see was a lost iron club lying on the ground, acting as a lever.

Nick Drake and Justin Anderson clenched their fists to understand the situation beyond smoke.

You hear a strange sound in the smoke.

It was a strange sound when a large object was spun violently. The two creatures that were bound together in one body seemed to struggle, rolling the floor.

Nick Drake steps forward without even knowing it. However, Achilles' gun, which had been broken in more than half, did not support his weight.

“Ugh!”

As Nick Drake groans unknowingly, Justin Anderson approaches and shoulders up.

“There's nothing we can do to help. ”

I felt like running away and wanting to help my vows. But Nick Drake swallowed the dust while biting his lower lip, knowing it would only get in the way.

A distorted expression revealed his heart.

Immediately, I began to hear strange sounds that I had never heard before in my life.

The sound of hitting something with a tree, the sound of explosions when a bomb explodes, the sound of drumming, and the sound of a car crashing fell into the ears of two people in distant smoke.

What does a person have to do to make that sound?

The two of them looked at each other in surprised expressions.

No one could know the answer to the question. Until the smoke clears.

* * *

The first person to face the Carnivore is surprised by the tremendous moments that are hard to match and the long legs that reach the ground. But the real scary thing about carnivores is that their tails fly in blind at unexpected times.

It was an experience-driven action that the vow dug into Carnivore's lap to avoid the tail.

Suddenly, when the tail flies, the middle-arm is startled and flicks back to try to dodge.

Falling back is a human instinct to deal with sudden threats. However, retreating will not be safe from the threat of an enormous tail.

It is the same if you step on the side steps. It is impossible to use the Force to get far enough distance from the tail.

For this reason, those who know the pattern of Carnivore attacks fly to the most dangerous places.

Thanks to the preparation, the vow of avoidance with its horizontal swinging claws slammed its shoulders against the worn-out chest of Carnivore. The vow hugged Carnivore's chest with both hands to keep the tail from attacking.

Force-enhanced shoulder contact was at the site of the respirator.

Suddenly, the suffocating carnivore sinks into the ground without even screaming.

The impact of touching the ground was transmitted through the Carnivore's body to the vows.

His breath is choked and his stomach is pounding with shock. However, the vows that were able to endure the pain jumped up without making an impression.

Seowon stole the entrance with his hand lamp.

It was dark, so I couldn't see very well, but it seemed to be bleeding from the bitter taste of iron in my mouth. The impact of the carnivore hitting the floor made it seem like he was biting his lip without knowing it.

The vow spits and approaches the struggling carnivore to get up.

Had it been in purgatory, he would have taken a big hit with a Shoulder Charge just before. However, at the current level of force, it is lifelong to disable the Carnivore at one stroke.

A vow of blood on his lips smiled bitterly.

He recalled the similarities between Beast and man.

There is no business in front of the hawk.

If you can't hit it with one punch, hit it with two punches. If it's not two rooms, you can hit it three times.

People don't know this simple logic.

He has seen too many people give up easily when dealing with Humans or Beasts, saying that one shot of everything doesn't work. It is easy to find people who overestimate their abilities here, in purgatory or in this area.

His greatest advantage was that he did not give up until the end of his life, raised by Deltaphos and the Master.

The vow rested only 50 centimeters from Carnivore's chest.

He looks like a snail attached to an old tree. However, there was a commotion as the legs of the spiderless mammoth moved.

The body of the vow glowed bluishly because of the energised Inner Force on the whole body.

All parts of the attackable body were mobilized.

regime, back fist, hand blade, elbow, back of foot, heel, knee, foot, even forehead…….

When dealing with a massive Beast that only gathers with inadequate attack power, it is better to divide the movement and attack several times than to target a large target that requires a preparation move.

A vow sticking out to Carnivore avoids flying claws over the side steps and slouches to escape the drooling teeth of Carnivore.

The Carnivore's mouth reeks of corpse rot. Every time I swing my arm, my nose stinks. However, the vows focused solemnly on avoiding attacks and hitting, without being overwhelmed by the smell of numbness.

Every time I knock on the carnivore, a loud noise echoes through the tunnel.

The body of the vow swirled. A sharp elbow slaps the carnivore's jaw with an authentic fist.

Puff! Something pops out of the carnivore's mouth with a sound.

* * *

Ben Myers, a graduate of University in Houston, America's fourth metropolitan city, six hours' drive from New Orleans, looked around with his bloodshot eyes, hiding next to a dumpster in a small alley.

The red and blue light shines on the wet asphalt road.

The slow approaching light grows larger and clearer, and he stops in front of a narrow alley between the hidden buildings.

Ben Myers trembles like a man in a match as the smell of exhaust from his car and the exhaust of his squirming pod sinks into the road.

The white light shines in the alley. Ben Myers bites his lip and stops the harsh breathing from leaking out. He snores instead of his mouth.

With a beeping tone, a murmuring sound leaks out through the open window. A few moments later, the police car rushes off somewhere with a siren.

Ben Myers' chest trembles against the wall. How long can I run away like this?

I regretted the choice I made.

‘Why didn't I agree to sign documentation that I would be treated comfortably, eat as much as I would like, and never share what I experienced there, delete the account I uploaded to the video site, and delete the footage I have taken so far? They even offered me $50,000 in silent treatment. ’

* * *

The SCO opened the oil book to civilians rescued in the Deadzone, as they had done so far.

Ben Myers, who barely saved his life in that dreadful space, had no choice but to think of something like everyone else. I was touched by the fact that I was alive. However, as soon as he got up on the ground, he changed his mind as other survivors who had been treated by the doctor were unable to wake up from deep sleep. Get out of there.

Escape was easier than I thought.

All the nerves of the monster-related people were pulled underground, and all of a sudden the crowded emergency patients and the bodies they collected in the basement kept Ben Myers completely occupied.

Ben Myers, who was sitting alone in the hallway chair waiting for the doctor's turn, stood up without anyone noticing him. I was thinking of making an excuse to go to the bathroom when someone found him.

Surprisingly, no one caught him the whole way across the hall. Confident Ben Myers did exactly what he saw in the spy movies.

There are terrible monsters here, and there are people who exert surreal power against monsters. But they're not the only ones that make up the world.

Someone has to make food for special people, clean the bed, and change the sheets.

Ben Myers finds a place where people like that gather.

A place that smells like gummy fluorescent lights, cramped rooms, and food, rather than white lights.

Ben Myers, who did part-time work at hotels and casinos when he was a college student, knew where to go.

He finds the fire escape and goes down.

Opening several visits, you see the space he is looking for as he walks through the twisted corridor.

It was an iron fire door with a sign.

When you open the fire door, you see a lot of people busy moving.

Ben Myers was wearing a patient's uniform, but he didn't care. Acting prematurely in your outfit is more likely to catch people's attention.

I walked down the hallway naturally like a person who worked there.

Those who were busy with their work did not give him attention.

A dressing room where the equipment warehouse or workers can change their clothes is usually located at the end of the hall.

Ben Myers, who has traveled to the other corridor, has opened a visit at the very end. The door is not locked.

The first thing I felt when I went inside was the smell of sour sweat. He found a personal wardrobe with a picture of her. Of course, the lock was filled.

A heavy object is needed to break the lock.

He found a red fire extinguisher in the corner.

Ben Myers, dressed in his usual outfit, hung his neck up to the pass in the closet.

He walked out of the SCO's emergency facility without receiving any papers.

* * *

The most urgent thing for Ben Myers was to eat and sleep.

However, it was a stunning situation without a penny or a cell phone in the water. I couldn't go to the hotel where I unpacked.

The first thing that came to mind as a solution to this situation was the press.

If it was CNN, wouldn't Anderson Cooper believe me? ’

Ben Myers slowly got up, thinking that he could try to get a coin or borrow a cell phone from someone with a kind heart. It may not be easy to find a restaurant or cafe open during the middle of the night in New Orleans, where it's a ghost town.

When he reaches the alley entrance, he looks around the road, his head hanging down.

It was past 12 o'clock, so one or two cars passed by, and not a single person was walking on the road.

He steps forward with his hands in his pockets, his head bowed to cover his face.

The hope that burned for a moment soon faded.

I searched the main street for a long time, but I couldn't find any restaurants with lights on.

I never thought it would be so hard to borrow a common cell phone.

He sat down on the entrance staircase of a French style house. It was damp because of the rain, but it was not a situation to be blamed for the heavy legs. My mental fatigue was greater than my physical fatigue.

Sitting on the steps, he buries his head between his knees.

There were all kinds of doubts and repentances.

I heard a car exhaust from a distance.

As you look up, you see a gray van approaching from a distance.

At that moment, Ben Myers' heart flutters.

He wakes up to hide his body. However, the van arrives in a flash, making a tire slide, and the door slams open.

Three rice paddles surrounded him.

The men were strong enough to feel under pressure.

Ben Myers looks at the men with hostile eyes and shakes his head as he thinks about it.

“You came to get me. ”

The men didn't see any reaction.

“I didn't tell anyone about what I was going through. ”

The passenger seat's door was opened.

Surprisingly, a red-haired sneaker approaches him with a cheerful gesture.

The woman picked up the ID card on her neck and showed him.

“Judith Anderson, BBC. Is there anything you can tell us? ”

* * *