SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Chapter 172

Battle of the Holy Land.

(2) The Allied positions became noisy.

-End the old war...

? - Do not destroy the Sanwa.

It wasn't a fuss in a very good direction.

The generals of other races, who were quietly listening to the story of the Daejeon of the designated tribe, began to vomit their anger.

-Aren't you saying that you're going to take the side of slavery in the end? -Where's the bullshit! -Is this the reason why you have been hesitant to participate in the war? -Are you going to wait until both armies run out of power and then come and take the honey? Did you receive a request from the Sanwa? Aren't you ashamed in front of the spirits of your ancestors? Criticism poured down like a flood.

The designated warriors didn't even blink an eye.

- It doesn't matter what you say.

We just boldly state what we think.

At the Reconciliation Council, 12 small meetings were held and 6 large meetings were convened.

It is our consensus that [leading the Sanwa to extinction is beyond the scope of just revenge].

- Traitors! -Put your ankles back in chains! - Wait.

puffy.

Bats hanging from the fence flapped their wings.

Hundreds of bats gathered in one place, and sooner or later they took the shape of a human.

A vampire wearing a dark cloak.

It was the evolution of a vampire species.

-I am Karajan's 100th border from Pirim (被林).

He leads the elite of 1600.

My ancestors lived on the ceilings of Slimepolis, and my mother and grandfather served in the last expeditionary force.

“…you really became a vampire, didn’t you?”

Black Dragon Lord was trembling.

The evolution of his own race seemed unfamiliar.

Of course, our voices were not heard by children living in this world.

-Warriors of the Wet Lands.

You were the first to escape from Slimepolis in the era of the Great Escape.

He was the first to rise up with a stone axe, but turned his back when the opportunity came to end the Sanwa.

A vampire aristocrat, a vampire (吸血責) exposed his teeth.

-According to the legend, the Sanwa pursuers for some reason let you go.

-.......

- I'm suspicious of you.

You who have refused to participate in the war since the 1st Expeditionary Army are now appearing and crying out for the end of the war.

Haven't you made a secret pact with the Sanwa from a long time ago? -It has been more than a thousand and a half years.

It was the work of Kekerukker and his faithful apostle Gorke that defeated the Sanwa pursuers.

The apostle Gorke rode on Kekerukker's back and defeated 13 Sanwa soldiers in a series of one-on-one duels.

Yah.

'Were Gorkes ordained as apostles?' For some reason, I felt happy and sad.

He was a kid who said he didn't want to be hit by me.

You left your name in history.

- The commander of the pursuit of the Sanwa tribe, who was impressed by this duel, resigned himself from the army.

-her.

That's impressive.

The vampire sarcastically.

-The duel of the noble prophet and the adversary who admired it.

It is truly an epic that can only be sung in legends.

Maybe it's because I'm not a good person and I'm not good at it, so I tend to go back to things like [The Secret Agreement of Two Powers] rather than [The Impression of the Enemy Commander].

The designated warlord made a subtle expression.

-… … It was far from an honorable duel.

Kekerukker had a vile and cruel side, so he forced Gorke, who did not want to fight, to join the duel.

huh? -The apostle Gorke prayed for God to the clan until the moment of his death.

Kekerukker isn't a good transcendent, he's just a friend who wants to take care of us.

He has a dirty mouth and has a low temper, so he's not a friend I want to keep close to.

uh -Yes.

To put it bluntly, Kekerukker is our villain.

- Pointing to God, you're a villain! It's blasphemy! The pure race commander shouted loudly.

However, Daejeon of the designated tribe continued to maintain a sad expression like a hedgehog with alopecia.

- So, there is nothing that can be done about succession.

The names that refer to Kekerukker are [Lion with a dirty mouth], [A person who loves the taste of pounding], and [A believer in violence education].

"......." My fellow hunters looked at me slowly.

uh uh uh Eyes, eyes, like something.

Do I have to say that they are suspicious and criticizing me? It's been a long time since I've had this kind of gaze from my colleagues.

“The King… ." Hei Ryong-ju opened his mouth.

“You… I didn’t see you as such a person.

Did you go around chasing children in places we don’t see? “…they say that a person’s true self is revealed when they become parents and raise children.”

The paladin looked at me with an axe's eye.

"How cruel a goblin would be if such a lore would be passed down.

Four kings.

How many places did you hit the goblin's tiny body.

“No, no, no.

Wait! Stop! Wait a minute!”

I waved my hand violently from side to side, "I'm sorry! I'm not that violent! You know!" “Well, isn’t there a side of being a bit rude…? If not, why would such a tradition exist?”

"I hit him, but he hit me with the [Possessiveness in a Dream] item.

Why, there is an item.

Item! In a dream, no matter how much you get hit, no matter how much you die, it doesn't leave any scars, so use that to educate Aurors..." "Oh my gosh.

You mean the goblin died in the dream?”

The paladin widened his eyes.

The other co-workers were also babbling.

“Leaving no scars on the body and leaving trauma on the mind are two different things.

The wounds left on the mind can be even more serious.

How much less is education through beatings and death...

.”

“[Lion with a filthy mouth]… .”

“[Those who love the taste of pounding]… .”

“[A believer in violence education]… .”

“No, wait a minute.

Seriously, it's really rubbish to say that, but no! I can't say for sure what it isn't, but I didn't go that far! Really! I was just trying not to lose the pretty culture of the Blinnies.

Trust me!”

“Typical self-excuse… .”

“In the case of domestic violence … .”

Ah, ah! my reputation! My image is tainted! My precious image that I can rely on anytime, anywhere, and that I am reliable, kind, and even competent! -Hey.

who is that...

? 'It's me.' -Simply crazy bastard...

While my noble image was being shattered, on the other hand, the leader of the multi-racial coalition also looked at the Daejeon of the designated tribe with a bewildered look.

-The descendants of stone salt are already famous for their taste...

- Are you sane to treat their gods so lowly? -These are also seeds that are not compatible.

What.

The designated tribe image is strange.

I hope this isn't all my fault, is it? it won't be maybe.

- Ugor.

The designated warlord sighed.

- We communicated the council's will.

I do not care how you will receive us.

However, that we have come to end this war.

Keep in mind that we will never wait for complete annihilation, whether it be the Sanwa or any race.

-her! Do you think I'm going to let you go your own way? - We always live our own way.

The designated tribal warrior turned the lion's head.

- Be mindful.

We are just the vanguard.

The chairman of the council is leading the main unit.

Rain-drinking lions and fire-loving warriors are approaching.

You ought to be afraid.

Daejeon said to his subordinate soldiers.

- All troops, move.

The designated warriors moved as one.

The Allied Forces were in trouble.

We had to fight to block movement, but there was no profit to be gained by fighting a force that was neither friendly nor enemy.

The Allied Forces looked at the tails of the designated tribes without doing this or that, only flinching their bowstrings.

-no.

and.

- Those? Seeing the destination of the designated tribe, the Allied Forces soldiers roared.

The leadership was also shocked.

- Hey, set up a camp in that place?! The center of the Allied Forces camp and the Sanwa Slimepolis.

The designated tribes were seated in the very spot where it would seem that they would reach even if they fired a catapult from either side.

- Whoa.

The viscosity of the soil here is not bad.

- It's just pleasantly sticky.

- I'm tired of marching.

Please push me on the back.

A river flowed in the plain.

Up to 400 designated tribesmen were familiar with kneading the mud of the stream.

They pushed each other's backs or engraved patterns on their bodies, and the laid-back and relaxed scenery was reminiscent of a vacation resort.

There was a public bathhouse in the middle of the battlefield.

People who don't know will think it's just surprising.

"That shamelessness..." "Somehow, I'm used to it..." “Does it feel like I’ve seen it somewhere…?”

Fellow hunters looked at me and the designated tribes in turn.

No.

What.

Why? Because I only did good things for the children.

-I move according to the number I picked.

When the bath is over, two designated tribes leave the ranks.

One is the Allied Forces.

The other one was towards the Sanwa.

Only two warriors occupied both armies' passageways.

-Ugor.

The designated warrior, carrying a great sword, looked at the opposing soldiers.

, I...! Realizing the meaning of those actions and gazes, the Allied Forces leaders were outraged.

- Those rude bastards! Are you trying to break through in a one-on-one duel? - Designated people always look like that! -We are knights who honor the holy will of the guardian gods, but how dare the mongrels who talk about evil and everything dare to block our way! -Send out the fighters! Shortly thereafter, the fairy tribe fighter got on a white horse and went out.

-Mould fungus! Let's bury your rotten smell in the ground today! He was a fighter boasting an undulating appearance that was not like an elf.

-My name is Murmu, a descendant of Kekerukker and the great warrior Gorgir who ran away.

He is the 631st warrior in the ranks of the Reconciliation Council.

What is your name? -I have no name to tell you.

At that moment, the designated warrior threw a great sword.

A huge sword flew like a windmill.

-All?! I blocked the blade, but I couldn't get rid of all the momentum, so my body flew away.

However, the lion of the designated warrior was already approaching.

The lion tapped the fairy on the shoulder with its forefeet.

-Hey….

-He doesn't know the etiquette for not revealing his name and ancestors.

Ugor.

Puck! A warrior is a lion He manipulated it and crushed the elf's face.

It was the moment when the head of an unknown fairy tribe disappeared.

The lion leisurely smashed its front paws on the ground while crounging and squealing.

A duel that ended in an instant.

- Hey! The white horse, who had lost its owner, wept and ran towards the other side of the plain.

Just looking at it, I didn't know if it would turn out to be a picture, - Heh?! Someone from the designated tribe threw a spear and caught a white horse.

The plains became quiet.

The juggernauts of the designated tribe ran and dragged the white horse.

As the allied forces' dazed gaze focused, the designated tribe politely bowed their heads as if realizing that they had done something embarrassing.

-I'm sorry.

I'm hungry...

-.......

- I thought it would be a waste to send it that way.

Meat is precious.

Anyway, that's my opinion.

keep fighting And leisurely returned to the camp of the designated tribe.

The manner of bowing the head was perfectly polite.

-.......

The Allied Forces leaders opened their mouths.

-I… … .

- You scoundrel! - Is there any ignorant bastard in the world than that! - Throwing a sword while going to an honorable duel! Still a warrior! -If you feel sad, throw your sword, too.

Ugor.

The warrior who killed the fairies wrinkled his nose.

- And we are basically ignorant.

-What? - You have learned the aurora from a young age, and the hyungs are very fond of us.

We are an ugly race, so we have to be better if we can't even use Auras.

They beat me to the point where I would rather kill them, but the beatings of these hyungs are so exquisite that I can't die.

If you get hit and hit again, you'll realize the auror at some point.

Picking one of the fan hyungs and defeating me in reverse is the process of being recognized as an adult.

The designated warrior looked up at the sunset sky.

There was a sadness that could not be expressed in words in his bright eyes.

- Even me, a member of the council, can't believe that such an ignorant race exists...

-.......