SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Great snail empire.

(2) 3.

In the beginning there was 'rhyme'.

The people did not know where the 'Lime' came from and where it was going.

However, 'Lime' chose the most important people among the people, and he gave the evidence so that the people themselves would realize that they were the chosen seed.

-Even though there are many and many people in this world, you are the only people who can pronounce the two words 'rhyme' completely.

I will allow only you, my holy name, to be called.

iced coffee! This is your power.

Take 'rhyme' as evidence of your being chosen, always reciting 'rhyme' when eating or pooping, putting on or taking off, sleeping or waking up, to prove my existence in the middle of your life and voice...

… .

“… … Is this some fucking bullshit?”

The Inquisitor smiled broadly at my question.

“This is the temple I made!”

“A temple?”

"Yes! The vocal organs of the Sanwa are very unique.

Of the seven tribes, only the Sanwa can pronounce [lime]! That is why I chose this pronunciation as the name of a god.”

The heretic inquisitor blamed it and landed lightly in the underground city.

My colleagues and I followed him.

The heretic interrogator chuckled and introduced the history of the 'snail civilization'.

“Neither nobles nor fairies can pronounce [rhyme] correctly! It’s simply because the vocal organs are different, but I gave it a mythical meaning.”

The snails were crawling around.

They passed through our bodies, completely unaware of this as if we were invisible.

“The Sanwa people say that they can recite [lime] as proof of their heavenly choice!”

"Why… … ?" The paladin opened his mouth.

"Why did you do this? Inquisitor.

You know the fear of religion better than anyone.

If you recklessly misuse the name of God, it will be irreversible-." "Oh, I didn't misuse it.

I used it with great care and purpose!" "......." "Use is different from misuse, and even more different from abuse." The Inquisitor smiled broadly, "Everyone.

Religion is inevitable anyway! Man is a being who seeks causes anytime and anywhere.

He seeks to find out the reason for his own existence and the cause of the existence of this world.

God.

This single word is the magic that fulfills all ultimate causes!”

The inquisitor pointed to the pillar.

A huge pillar.

Built in the middle of the underground city, it protruded from the bottom of the cave and penetrated the ceiling.

The pillars were lined with paintings like Egyptian murals.

The 'temple' I read earlier is also on this pillar.

It was engraved, "But..." “Paladin.

I know what you are pointing out! But there are still too many things that people don't know in this day and age.

They don't know why it rains, they don't know why their heart beats, they don't know why they need water to survive.”

A bright smile was drawn on the lips of the heretic inquisitor.

“Think about that fear.”

"fear… … ?”

"Yes.

Fear.”

The heresy interrogator said: “Your heart is beating inside your body.

You will hear a beating.

But they don't know why the heart is beating.

When you get hurt, you bleed, and when there's less blood, you die.

But they don't know why the blood flows.

They have no idea why bread is delicious, why hunger makes us happy, or why we have to eat salt to survive.”

The Inquisitor put his hands together as if in prayer.

“For them, the world is surrounded by unknown monsters! no.

Even within their own bodies, monsters lurk.

You don't know anything, you just live life to the fullest! Totally ignorant and helpless in his life...

.

Everyone.

Do you know their fear?”

gang! I heard the sound of digging stones from somewhere.

On the other side of the vast cave, miners were digging for stone salt.

“God dispels this ignorance and helplessness.

Rain is no longer an unknown monster.

God's tears! The world sometimes sheds tears.”

gang! Kaang, kang! Snail miners leaking mucus and salting stones.

The snails grabbed the sharp stones with their tentacles and swung them around.

“Salt is no longer an unknown rock.

When the Mother Goddess of the Beginning was torn to pieces and died, her hair became a forest, her blood became the sea, and her teeth became salt.

Salt is the remains of the gods.

It is therefore sacred, and therefore safe to eat.

Ah! In today’s terms, Shinhwa stamps each food item with a hygiene certificate!”

The heretical Inquisitor looked reverent as he prayed with his hands together.

The Heretic Inquisitor murmured in a supple voice, like an unstoppable brook.

“And God speaks.

You were born because of me.

I care about you, and therefore you are a being who cares about God.

Do you know? It is only with God that people will find the cause of life that has been emptied of emptiness.”

"......." "Everyone! Imagine." The Inquisitor laughed.

"The beating of his heart is no longer the moan of an unknown monster.

God designed man in his own image.

Therefore, this beating is God's.

It is the tone intended by you, and I am overhearing the music of God wherever and whenever.”

The Inquisitor sighed, “Isn’t it beautiful…?”

The heretic inquisitor looked around the underground city and looked back at the world he had created and the civilization the snails had built, and this [little god] was rejoicing.

Escape! Finally, their lives have direction.”

We do not fall into this world meaninglessly, we are loved by God: "Man constantly builds temples.

He builds and consecrates great wonders.

They descend here on earth as proof that they are loved by God.

Isn't it wonderful? Isn't it enchanting? Everyone.

Humans in this age are courting the world!" "......." "All love needs proof.

It takes effort.

Instead of suffocating in fear, they struggle and struggle to be loved by the gods! Although this love is dark Even if it's a misunderstanding, sometimes people need a misunderstanding in order to live.

I bless them!”

The Inquisitor unwrapped his prayers and spread his arms: "You may think of religion as a necessary evil.

All necessary evils are born of a necessary good.

They still need a God! God has them to breathe, to live, to love.

do." That was the belief and belief of the Inquisitor: "Human beings are beings who must have a reason to love a flower, even in order to shed tears on a single flower.

God gives them infinite reasons.

The ancient gods never destroy humanity.

Only with God can man understand himself and love the world!”

There was silence for a while.

The sound of rock salt digging in the distance echoed.

I slowly turned my head and looked at the 'underworld.' -Slaves! Hurry up! Lime! Hurry up and move it to the pier! The snails cling to the stone wall and swipe their tentacles.

Slave! The slaves carrying their burdens bent their knees.

Maybe they had already gotten used to the whipping.

The slaves groaned and set out again.

-Hana, Two, one, two...

Among them, a race led by a viper.

There was a noble race with a single horn on their forehead.

The goblins were used to carry heavy loads.

The Saegi people swam in the river that led outside the cave.

The mermaids led the galleys themselves while swimming, and their upper body was tied with ropes and tied to the bow.

The vampires flew around the cave nonstop, clasping scrolls and other miscellaneous objects on their hind paws, and from west to east of the cave, bats swarmed to deliver luggage to the inhabitants.

"Ah." Noticing my gaze, the Inquisitor smiled.

“This is Limepolis, the capital of the slime civilization.

The specialty is rock salt (巖鹽).

According to the legend in mythology, this is the place where the mother of the beginning dropped her head when she died! The Sanwa believe that this cave is the [skull] of the mother god, and the stone salt is the [teeth] of the mother god! Supplying this [Holy Tooth] throughout the empire is a major industry, and the Sanwa control their power through the salt trade.”

“… … That is amazing.

Great, but anyway...

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200 years.”

Black Dragon Lord let out a moan.

"It does not make sense.

How did you survive 200 years?”

“Huh? Now that we're on a mission, aren't we some sort of psychic state? 200 years or so.

Simple!”

“No, not that… … 200 years.”

"Yes! In the meantime, I continued to possess the white puppy.

When the puppy died, it was possessed again by its descendants.

" "I mean… … no." He didn't talk, but the black dragon had a tired expression on his face.

The other co-workers did not look much different.

The heretical interrogator said with a broad smile.

“So, the puppies of the bloodline I possess are enshrined as divine beasts! Stay at the imperial palace and temple.

Today, the 34th Shinsu died, and he was about to possess a new 35th Shinsu.

Coincidentally, you are back! Welcome again.

Welcome to!" "......." The colleagues shut their mouths.

A pillar stood behind the Inquisitor, and a sphinx-like statue stood over it.

In a word, the statue is a huge Welsh Corgi.

It was possible to guess what kind of dog the Heretic Inquisitor had possessed.

and.

- Kerrruk! I heard a cry all too familiar to me.

-Kerr, Keruk! We dedicate today's glory to our holy white lion! Kerr! -I offer my blood to the citizens of the great Slimepolis! Gorgeous! thud! thud! Two goblins, each holding a sword and pounding the shield.

They stood on a flat tidal flat.

Countless snails surrounded the tidal flat and cheered.

-Lime! I bet all my fortune on you today, filthy mold! -Circe! Jailbreak today! Kill it! -right! right! right! right! Hearing the cries of the crowd, the goblins roared.

- Goooooooo! And the goblins ran towards each other.

Mud splashed.

The goblins wielded their daggers and slashed the opponent's shield.

gang! Aww! A harsh and terrifying noise rang out.

The cheers of the snail audience grew even greater.

- Whoa! Boo! - Barbarian without skin! Swing your front paws! Raimu! Take it with your front paws! -what are you doing! You have to move your feet, you idiot! Lime! Lime! I was speechless for a moment.

“… … gladiator? Are you a gladiator?”

"Yes!" The heretical inquisitor's smile was in full bloom.

“It’s SwordNo (劍奴)!”

The goblin howled and swung his sword.

blood gushed out Red veins were drawn on his body, which he could not cover with a shield, with geometric tattoos on his skin.

“The Jiji people are known for being both valiant and clever! In Slimepolis, no, it is the most favored race as a swordsman in the entire Slime Empire.”

The cut goblin screamed.

The opponent did not miss the opportunity.

At once, he grabbed the sword with a reverse force and shoved it into the goblin's neck.

blood gushed out The audience cheered.

- Goooooooo! That moment.

[A quest on the 32nd floor is given.] Letters were engraved in front of my eyes.

+ [The Great Snail Empire - Designated Peoples Part] Difficulty: B+ Mission Objective: Tribal unification is imminent.

The protagonist of unification is the Sanwa people.

They used highly developed government systems and religious organizations to subjugate other races one after another as slaves.

If left alone, all races will kneel under their slime.

You must rescue the Jiho from the oppression of the Sanwa! ※However, if the delivery fails, the 32nd floor will be completed with the victory of the Sanwa.

+ Great Escape.

That was the task of this stage.

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