Hunter of the Perished World

"Is he dead?"

After stopping the junk wagon, Leona tilts her head toward Gin, her eyes open. Leona looks into Gin's eyes, her mind fixated.

"I think he's alive...."

Leona saw and didn't know that Jean's life was short because she only had eyes on the outside.

Gene tried to explain the word 'I need a chip' in a glance, and it was quite painful for both Leona and Jean.

It may have Leona's blood, but it is draining her life and I can't explain it now.

It was about that time that Leona looked at those gin and realized that she needed a chip to save her life.

Leona was able to catch her breath after putting a blue chip in Gin's cargo hold.

[Total Blue Chip Absorption 4853. Running 4853h Extended.]

[0.16% remaining energy]

[Biofunctional recovery.]

[Save the Devil's Blood.]

Leona holds nearly 5,000 chips in her junk wagon cargo hold.

"Ah…. My eyes..."

Gin was struggling with body language with her eyes, and she was pressing her eyeballs. Gene thinks with his head down. Why the hell did this kid come back here? There's a reason I came all the way out here with a dangerous item called junk wagon.

Gene thought, knowing why. I couldn't figure out why I had to. So Gene couldn't raise his head.

The kid you kicked out and the thing you hate the most.

They were used to save themselves.

As Gene raises his head, Leona is aiming for Gene in the distance that his forehead is likely to touch.

"Prepaid."

"…… what?"

"Would you give me more than 4,000 chips for free because I'm crazy?"

Frankly, it was hard for Gindo Leona to figure out where all the chips came from.

Leona said, looking at Gene as if there were no upsides.

"Make me a hunter."

It was a quest that Jean never expected. He shakes his head as if he didn't like Gin.

"I want to spit it out again."

"Then spit it out."

Gene shrugs.

"Unfortunately, I don't have that feature."

Gene gets up slowly, sighing. What's going on. I don't know why I have to. I don't even know why the demon I cast out came back into my arms. I'm still confused as to what to do with this kid, the only exception to himself.

But Gene is a hunter. A hunter before he was a demon hunter.

A hunter performs a quest for a chip.

That's why you pay the price you get.

"I never had an apprentice."

"Is this your first time? I like it."

When Leona laughed, Jean smiled as if to say it nicely.

"Thank you for not being so confident in your teaching."

"……."

Somehow, I thought Leona was mistaken.

"Come on, it's gonna get loud again."

Gene walks in the quiet direction of Fortress. The keep does not collapse. Troops are on their way to recover the warriors, and getting involved with them will inevitably be a hassle. Leona said urgently, as Jin tried to leave in a hurry.

"Here, take this..."

"I admit that this has played a huge role in your journey here, but I have no intention of riding..."

Wargrave troops have completed their internal cleanup, fearful that Jin has no intention of boarding the junk wagon.

"Hey there! Wait a minute!"

And they shouted to Gene.

"Damn it."

Jin grabs Leona with fear of spitting a curse.

"Woo, woo!"

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Gene starts to move away from the keep by pushing the junk wagon roughly with Leona tucked in his side. Wargrave squads gaze at Gene and Leona as if they were chickens chasing after them as if they were disappearing in a violent jungle wagon.

"Take it easy! I'm scared!"

Boooaoaoang!

Jin pressed down on Excel and pushed the junk wagon more violently than Slater.

With one hand.

Two days after the SMCP Fortress raid.

"Lieutenant, what are you doing?"

"... I was surprised."

Ramfil sits motionless in the stable, oblivious to even saluting his boss. The restoration room finished repairing the body, but as soon as he got up, Ramfil seemed troubled by his firm expression. Above all, if you can't even set an example for Warlord, the leader of Fortress, you're showing that Ramfil is quite troubled.

"Too calm for a surprised person."

Warlord, General Ramsay nods slowly.

"I've never been hurt before."

"Bad opponent, he's evil. If it weren't for the lieutenant, the fort would have fallen. You can be proud."

If it weren't for Ramfil, Fortress would have collapsed from the inside. In fact, Ramfil was overwhelmed beyond being able to fight the devil equally.

The SMCP's troops were appalled by the overwhelming combat capabilities of Ramfil, not that he lacked them.

It was the first time Ramfil had been hurt in a fight. That's why I didn't even know what it felt like to water my heart.

Is this defeat?

Or is it revenge?

Ramfil slowly organizes his thoughts. It's a little different from those miserable, dark feelings.

This is a feeling of wonder and surprise. To Ramfil, fighting was always like a test paper with answers. There was always the right answer, and if I just kept moving, the results came back. People who didn't see the answer felt rather strange.

That's why.

Ramfil couldn't understand the people who lost and died. Ramfil was that talented. He is a genius who cannot understand even if he does not despise them.

But for Ramfil, the fight seemed right at the moment, but nothing at the last moment.

I could not find a way to crush the enemy. Ramfil felt a completely different stimulus than despair at the moment of defeat. And when Ramfil saw an unexpected presence that appeared at the moment of his defeat, he was greatly impressed.

A demon-hunter who literally slaughtered witches with a giant sword. He was also broken, but he tore him apart, not fighting the witch.

Ramfil faced two types of unacceptable injuries that day:

"It's a big world."

"Spacious, beyond our wildest imagination."

That day, Ramfil realized he was a frog in a well. Ramfil has lived up to his instructions. Being a soldier made me a soldier. Fighting told me to fight, winning told me to win.

The Warlord looks at the level of a blank expression and senses something intense. I have feelings for the machine that I've lived by.

Although only one level, Ramfil was very important in SMCP portless. That's why the Warlord rushes as soon as he recovers from his injuries.

"Lieutenant."

"Yes, Warlord."

"… do you remember the first time we met?"

At that point, Ramsay looks at the Warlord.

"It was in the Slater House Arena."

"You remember well."

General Ramsay was born and raised in SMCP Fortress. He dares to lay a hand on the horde of fearless slatters who have plagued the Wargraves. I first encountered Ramsay Ramsay during the Slater House subjugation at Slater's stronghold, almost free city level.

The slater horde has a habit of catching humans, putting them in the Arena, and killing them.

And Ramfil was a gladiator who survived the arena for two years. At that time, Ramfil was only about ten years old.

Wargrave seeks revenge, leaving the prisoners alone. Ramsay didn't bring Ramsay here for any other reason.

None of the surviving prisoners get close to Ramfil.

"I'm still proud that bringing in a rank was the best choice of my life."

"We appreciate it."

As soon as Ramsay looked into Ramfil's eyes, Ramsay decided that his coolness and calm were the best virtues of a soldier's eyes. It was more of an intuition. Ramfil had everything a soldier should have from a young age.

Calmness that doesn't surprise the situation. A firm expression like saying that no matter what, you have to endure it.

And as I watched the death of slatters who mistreated me, I liked the silent look that was neither joyful nor sad.

After that, Ramfil is raised as a soldier under the protection of Wargrave. Ramfil has always been a hidden card of SMCP Portless in times of crisis. This time, Ramfil defended the keep by himself against the Devil.

And now, for the first time, Lt. Gen. Ramsay is looking at a somewhat disturbed Lamfil.

"I give you a special assignment. Level."

"What is it?"

"An order has been issued by the Central Asian Armed Forces."

"What is it?"

"I order you to kill the White Witch."

"……."

"But the lieutenant, you know, we took a lot of damage. The slaughterhouse is too great a sacrifice."

"That's right."

"But the lieutenant was good enough to deal with witches alone. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yes."

SMCP Fortress was too weakened to form an assassination squad. That's why I was told to carry out the task of the kill squad alone, Lt. Ramfil, who could deal with the White Witch alone.

The combat data that Rampil single-handedly dominated the White Witch, as well as the combat skills of Lt. Rampil, will prove that SMCP did not neglect the kill order.

The situation was that SMCP Fortress could not even be maintained if an assassination squad were to be deployed at a large scale right now.

It's a pity, but it's cheaper to send only one of the finest. If only one person can defeat the executioner at the HQ, it will be very cheap.

"I'm going to give you the identity of the Temporary Executive. It's not official, but this should get you reinforcements from the other forts."

Ramfil does not deny Warlord's words positively. Ramfil is a soldier. Soldiers do what they're told.

"Yes."

Ramfil didn't say anything else. He did not even argue that this was a dishonest order. That day, Ramfil left Fortress with only the equipment he needed. I only shared a short farewell with General Ramsay.

The deputy said to Ramsay, when he returned to Warlord's office,

"Too bad. Leaving like this... I wanted to talk to the lieutenant a lot...."

The deputy said with his eyes wide open.

"Are you serious?"

"…… what are you talking about…."

"Are you serious?" "

The deputy smiles with a smirk on his face.

"The lieutenant has lived here for 11 years."

"I know."

"I lived here for 11 years and didn't even make a friend. I mean, not a single person is having a small conversation."

Ramsay's expression hardens.

It does not mean that it is literally a machine, but that it is as human as a machine. Ramsay brought Ramsay here and turned him into a soldier.

"No one has ever had a proper private conversation."

No one approached Ramfil, nor did he approach anyone. Like a machine, Ramfil does nothing until command is given.

I'm not reading a book or talking about it.

I really don't do anything. Ramfil was a genius, a savior who saved the fort several times, and a target for all.

"I need soldiers. No one calls a soldier the one who subjugates the Devil in a Civil War. It's better this way."

That's why Ramfil is like being banished. Lamfil was too strong to be called a soldier. If I have to, I'd rather be kicked out. The command of the headquarters to form an assassination squadron was now outrageous to the SMCP, and Ramfil's skills and combat data were a good means to evade responsibility.

He can carry out the task of a junior class on his own. Once the data is sent, the SMCP will not have to be blamed for having only one kill squad.

It was a choice for Ramfil and a choice for Ramsay.

Ramsay tried to think of Ramsay as his son. I brought him up and raised him, so he must have that kind of affection. He also named him Ramfil.

But Ramfil would never show his gratitude to Ramsay. I left immediately that day, leaving only a formal goodbye.

The deputy can't seem to get a good look at the Warlord.

The expression on the boss's face that he sacrificed to an order he couldn't handle because he couldn't handle his subordinates.

Ramfil did not feel any emotion in the wilderness that he faced beyond the eleven years. It was still desolate. It was still desolate.

For Ramfil, who had lived for no reason, the purpose of life was always given by someone. In the past, killing an enemy in the arena, and every moment was a series of controls when I was a soldier.

And now, a very clear and simple mission is engraved in my mind.

Kill the White Witch.

"How?" is excluded. That's why Ramfil has never brought such an autonomous proposition to life.

But Ramfil, who faced the White Witch, knew it would never be an easy task. Warlord has issued a fairly irresponsible mission, and Ramfil must think for himself to implement it.

I have to join the Central Asian Army. It's too far. '

To capture the White Witch, the largest force in the vicinity, the Wargrave Central Asian Army, will make their move. However, it took a long time to get to a place with Central Asian troops.

'I need to find the Demon Hunter.'

Ramfil thinks it's best to find a certain demon-hunter nearby. Ramfil faced two kinds of injustice, one of which he was confident would lead him to the Devil.