Hunter of the Perished World

The next day, he left the house dressed neatly. It was the villagers who were surprised to see him, not the people who were leaving with him.

“That, that.... Isn't it youth per share?”

“Something like that…. I think..."

There was a reason for everyone in the village to be surprised at the transient rate. He was stumbling around like a snarler every day, and now he's standing tall and walking right. And the hair that had always erupted and the face that twisted was nowhere to go.

I could hardly recognize my clean face and neatly tied hair, even though I was worn out, when I pretended to wear gray gloves.

Above all, the supernatural rate at which the villagers looked like cows came to greet those who saw themselves chattering.

“Seniors, I've had a lot of excuses. ”

“Huh? Well, that's... Are you sure you're superstitious? ”

“Yes, that's right. I thought I'd go a long way, so I wanted to say hello. ”

The sudden march angle at the earliest rate did not stop there, and he bowed his head and greeted each of the villagers.

Even though they did not treat the ultrasound as degrading, they did not abandon it. They were good people who came to greet me if there was no news from time to time. Every once in a while, the young and old alike head down to greet each other.

Everyone seemed to have heard the news that the world was going to fall tomorrow. Naturally, the person who was unlikely to change changed overnight changed.

And everyone knew it was because of the strangers who came. Rumors of a drunken frenzy that something was going wrong spread to the Stones in an instant, and everyone asked me what the hell was going on.

“I have work to do. ”

That's just what he said at the beginning, but he didn't answer any of the questions. The last thing he found was Widdol's leader. As a middle-aged man, he sat up and woke up, looking at the ultrasound he was wearing.

“Seconds, seconds you…. Is something wrong? ”

“I'm here to say hello, sir. ”

It's not like we haven't been told to get rid of the supernatural. But each time, this middle-aged man, the leader, insisted that we do not send this unacceptable man to the Wasteland to die. Of course, if he was too uncooperative, it would be a luxurious tree, but it was all thanks to the leader that he had been able to live in Wisdom.

Before the leader could be persuaded properly, the ultrasonic rate was out of the question.

“Actually, I'm a shaman. ”

“What, what? ”

“It's not that the group doesn't find this place, it's that they're fascinated by the armor I have installed. So far, about four slatters have passed through this area. ”

“! ”

The supernatural rate calmly explained spells and blunt knuckles to leaders who knew nothing about them.

“You should think about not using chips for a while and refrain from going out of town. Residents are free to come and go, but it's dangerous outside. Once you're within a kilometer of the neighborhood's entrance, you'll find yourself outside the armpit. So now we have to harvest the crops and live them. ”

In addition to that, he said it was best to live like this until the group's commotion subsided. The leader was still amazed at whether the supersonic words were true or not.

But if this is true, then the supersonic rate has been protecting the point in Slater's raid so far. It was strange to think of it that way.

Weydon, which was originally in a bad climate, always ran out of food. However, it has been a rare breed for the last two years. Due to the abundance of other foods, people were able to relax when the ultrasonic liquor was made.

Literally, the climate continued when planted and sown. Everyone was thankful for the warm and appropriate climate that was the blessing of heaven.

“No way are you…. ”

“It's not that hard for me to touch the circulation Qi. Thank you for your time.”

Scared to learn that the most serious trouble in town was actually the most important person in town, the drunkard leaves town.

The leader could not even speak to the turning and walking supersonic. Just as I became a completely different person from yesterday, the sonic rate even changed the mood.

"We're ready."

The choreography, which is tied up, says as soon as you get to where the group lost.

"What are you so busy shooting? Like you're leaving forever."

Jin gave me a good look because he knew that ultrasonic people were shooting around the neighborhood and grabbing each other and saying goodbye.

"Fate is not a resting place."

The supernatural rate did not talk about the dot that it would not be able to return, nor did it ask for the truth. But Leona and Ramfil only knew two things.

The ultrasonic rate decided something. And I decided to leave. Gene was able to read that emotional lining, though not completely.

So I didn't ask him anything at all.

"I can see how the priests are doing."

"Thank you."

The ultrasound smiles brightly. The group simply gives their full names. Both Lamfil and Leona greet each other briefly because they didn't hide their faces because they had a new party.

"Are you with Wargrave? It's a very early rate. I look forward to seeing you in the future."

The first rate was not frightened at all by the Wargrave uniform. The ultrasound is the fear of the Sadducee, but that means that there is only one Sadducee in the world.

You look at Saab Wargrave's uniform and smile and give him a hand. Ramfil reached out and grabbed him. Ramfil ponders briefly.

It was about respect or refusal. The opposing Pokémon have been honored, so it's true that they are respected, but somehow they are reacting with Jean. Gene might feel bad if he respects the younger generation.

And Ramfil became unfamiliar with the thought of this. When did you become someone who decides how to treat someone?

It took less than a second for me to finish thinking like that.

"This is Temporary Enforcer Ramfil. Take good care of her."

Ramfil chooses a half-horse, and the ultrasonic rate does not bring out any unpleasant colors.

"I'm Leona."

Leonardo says hello.

"And a witch."

Then Ramfil suddenly added, and he was in a state of confusion.

"… Yes?"

"Why are you telling me things you haven't asked me?"

As Leona looks at Ramfil, Ramfil shrugs.

"Since I didn't tell you I didn't ask, I'm just saying in advance to prevent this from embarrassing you later."

"... That's a little awkward, haven't you been keeping that in mind?"

"Yes."

Leona is rather stunned when Ramfil admits he's a bit stubborn. Of course, what was even more shocking was the supersonic rate.

"Now, wait... Tell me more…. Can you do that for me?"

The witch hunter is sticking around, but it's hard to believe that one of the group told you to believe that she's a witch. The chrysanthemum stares at Gene, and Gene sighs deeply.

"Let's talk on the way."

There was a very warm look in people's eyes.

After another long story, he nodded his head.

"That's what happened...."

There were so many things involved that it was hard to explain everything in one word. The ultrasonic rate seemed to know why these people's movements were so noisy that they swallowed up the surroundings. And the enormous aura of terror, which was unknown, made sense that Leona was a witch.

After a time of hatred for demons, people forgot about them. I know the word "demon," but I don't know what it is.

That's why even the descendants of the demon hunters have forgotten their hatred of the devil. Therefore, the initial rate was not as surprising as the fact that the little boy in front of me was a witch, but I thought it was something to be eliminated.

Why is the Demon Hunter's heart still intact?

No one knows about him. It may be the only thing left in the world because it's too bad it's just gone. The ultrasound asked Leona.

"Leona, can you harness the power of witches?"

Renaissance was very respectful to Leona. Leona said that it was awkward.

"Easier said than done. I think I'm getting hives."

Leona doesn't want to be uncomfortable, so she wants to make her speech easier. Listening to Leona's words of respect was something that was bewildering to her. I want to make myself comfortable there, but I feel weird coming out from the other side like this.

"I'm comfortable with this, so do what Leonardo says."

"… I'm a fucking tired type in a different way than Ramfil…."

"Of course I'm tired with all the weird people gathered here."

"Of course those weirdos include you, too, right?"

"No way."

"You're the most unusual person here."

Is there anything more unique in the world than a 200-year-old demon-hunter? Jean bursts into laughter in Leona's face. The extracurricular rate looked as if it were surreal, as if this heinous demon hunter was exchanging farming land with a witch.

Stories of demon-hunters have been passed down for generations.

'Evil hunters were once treated like demons.'

The representative was the witch hunter who exchanged jokes with the little boy in front of his eyes. Maybe it's because time has passed too long. Or have you heard the exaggerated rumors? The extraordinary rate did not match the stories he had heard and the people in front of him at all.

After a long beating, Leona looks at the frenzy as if she had forgotten.

"The power of the witch, you asked me that, right? I don't really know."

"You don't know?"

"Sometimes I come up with something, but it's hard to do what I want."

To be honest, the cornerstone nodded. It was my first time seeing a witch in person anyway. I studied and know it, but have never met it.

There's only gin here that I've actually experienced and hunted demons.

"You're a slow kid, so understand."

"Is that an insult? I know everything."

"Haha…. That's not what I meant…."

It was fortunate that the power of the ominous witch could be treated as a free material.

Gene thought about their meaning one by one, including the new recruits, and muttered as if it was absurd.

"The century."

I don't know if I can say "end of the century" to a world that was already ruined, but I had no choice but to say so.

I was also afraid of what was happening and how these unconnected people were moving in unison. However, the initial rate was not swallowed up by terror, as everything was gone.

Wargrave Enforcer, Witch Hunter, Witch, and Celestial Shaman.

With the strange combination of centuries gone by, the armored car crosses the plains.

"I think you're very welcome."

The reason why he said that was because of the sealing cans in front of his eyes.

He was amazed at the luxury beyond luxury, from the taste buds to desserts I had never tasted in my life. Of course, it was best to add a glass of grain to this delicious food, but Gin would run away with it.

Gene was strangely impressed, looking at the supersonic rate.

"Why are you so determined to go on forever if you've never accepted it?"

"What does the true will of the Four Swans do?"

Gene sighed as he said that.

"Do you think I don't know that shamans tend to block all objections with that word?"

Among shamans, those who are close to the Shaman say that it is the will of nature. If you do anything, you will have nothing to say. What do you expect them to believe in? If it came out like this, I had to just shut up.

"The world of alcohol is a deep and solemn place. Even if the four hundred tigers say no, that's how it's going to be."

"Did you only learn to do bad things under your master?"

"Haha, sorry, that's all I learned. Four swans."

"That's why the tiger malco lizards...."

With the rainbow reflexes, Jean shakes her head. Leona and Ramfil stared at each other in wonder at the supersonic and gin conversations.

"Yeah, it's all good. But enough with the four swans. It's because he keeps hearing that he's a living ancestor who won't let him die."

In fact, I was like my ancestor, my ancestor, but I couldn't help but feel awkward whenever I heard it from a living Jin position.

"Then what should I call you?"

"Call me Gene. Being treated like an elder is not a good thing after a hundred years."

"But why should I call the swan Your name profanely...."

Gene's expression stiffens violently, and his fist is gripped worse than that.

"If you hear the sound of four hundred trillion again, I'll rip it from your mouth."

"Well, that's not funny... O-okay."

You nod your head as soon as you realize that the ultrasound is not a farming situation. But Jean's sudden voice made Leona look fierce.

"You said you don't want to hear your ancestors' sounds. Are you kidding me at your ancestor's level?"

Lamfil seems disappointed with Leona's accusation.

"Understand, you know, hunters have lived a long life."

So, Gene's expression hardened even more, saying that he had to do it at the gag level as well.

"I wasn't trying to be funny."

And knowing that the moment of denial made him even more miserable, Gene shut up. Leona raises her camp with a gentle smile. Leona and Ramfil nod as if they knew. They say nothing.

Gene added that he felt even more anxious.

"It really isn't."

Leona nods, drinking a Hooters punch.

"Okay, I get it."

Ramfil added.

"Yes, you can."

"……."

Gene suddenly felt a stretch in his back bone.

Gene used to tease Leona, but Ramsay still remembered wandering around Harbin in a rag because of his gentle personality.

So, you get what you get.

"Damn it."

So Jin's expression gradually rotted.

Apparently, it was not enough to be a loving and caring journey.

In a few days,

"What's going on?"

They arrive far away from the rocks. However, Ramfil stops the armored car scared to cross the hill, then pulls back and stops the armored car around the hill.

"Slatters."

"What?"

Gene quickly comes out of the armored car, and Ramfil comes out.

Lie facedown on the ground, Jin and Ramfil observe the slatters with binoculars from the hills.

You can see a group of slatters encamping near the far horizon and camping near the rocks.