SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Heavenly Moon Master.

(1) The war was, to be sure, a war never seen before.

- Nyahahaha! Attack! Tear up everything that approaches and throw them as horse fodder! - Whoa! Follow General Sword Hee! Before dawn could even caress the hand, the nobles ran across the cold ground.

The nobles did not need cavalry.

Their size was a violence.

If he ran blindly with the horns on his head in front, it would be like a jousting charge.

-charge ! Charge! -Cut off all the scaffolding of those handsome pigs! A noble family running while covering the horizon with dust.

Each of them became an iron horse, and they raced through the battlefield with the mountain peaks thrown down by Uburka like decorations.

on the other side.

-.......

The designated tribe was quiet.

Like moles hiding in the ground, they did not make a sound.

-.......

-.......

-.......

Thousands of nobles were running, and the designated tribes were infinitely calm.

Occasionally, the young warrior fluttered his fingers as if he was nervous, but no one criticized his inexperience.

-Are you all ready? The chairman of the reconciliation council at this time said: The molars, which were revealed at first glance in the beard, had a glamorous anticipation as much as their eyes.

- It is.

-Everything is ready, Chairman.

While they were chatting, every moment, thousands of noble families were charging fiercely screaming.

-Today is the day when continental hegemony changes! - Designated people! You ignorant who waste their lives dancing! Now is the day when hegemony will come to us, our noble people who breathe the breath of heaven and feel the rhythm of the earth! -Long live the nobles! 9,000 water diameters.

A race that was completely engulfed in its physical abilities ran screaming and screaming.

Its momentum was so fierce and fierce, it was like a raging storm coming rushing down with blizzards and tidal waves.

-They's guardians pulled up the mountain and threw it! At the forefront of it, the 7 noble heroes were running at peace with a single spear blade.

-Then we pierce the mountains! A double sword and a scythe, a spear and a single sword, and an iron rod too large to be a staff were shot at the Auror.

exploded bang… … ! The mountain peak in the middle of the battlefield split in two.

A railroad was built in between.

The nobles ran as one long train.

Of course, it was the 7 Heroes who achieved that head.

A huge iron wagon with 9,000 troops smashed into the vanguard of the designated tribe.

2.

The dust of the Jijeong tribe was as hard as the shell of a tortoise.

However, the breakthrough power of the nobles was more than that.

bang… … ! There was a roar that could not have been imagined as a result of a crowd of people colliding with each other.

What happened immediately after that was closer to the collapse of the topography than the collapse of Byeongjin.

“Ah.”

“Um.”

“Ugh.”

Our family members, who looked down on the battlefield, expressed their perplexities according to their characteristics at that moment: “They… did they say noble people and Cheonmumunju.

Their breakthrough power exceeds expectations.”

Esdel, who once led the Demon King’s army, said as my advisor, “The mountain peak that Uburka Musa threw down has already become a component of the battlefield, so the designated tribes camped on both sides of it.

To break it down and run to the center, for the designated people, it was a solid blow.”

Like a beast that had his heart pierced at once, Byungjin of the Jijeong tribe was struggling, but, "It's okay." For thousands of years, I have taught fire to the children of the Jiho tribe.

I have taught them to write.

I have taught them how to burn, and even taught them how to play with it.

Blood fire.

Even under that shady cave of the Sanwa tribe, the Jiho tribe never used fire.

I did not lose sight of this, and I blessed the living with fire, and gave fire to the dying.

And I taught them to dance.

Dance is the fire that spreads through the body.

The dance was fire, and all the dancing tribes were one fire.

-Turk.

So.

-Tuk.

The square of the designated tribes collapsed and collapsed, but it was not the end.

It was the beginning, to put it bluntly.

(廟壞) was closer to blooming (開花) than (廟壞).

In the process, he shook his back up and down and kicked the ground.

Bruises, bruises, bruises.

The warriors lined up on either side of him also rolled and kicked the ground.

Bruises, bruises, bruises! The sound of footsteps spread across the entire army in an instant, from the units next to it, to the units directly above it, to the units that had strayed far away.

It was filled with the sound of footsteps being trampled by the army.

The designated tribes wrapped their aurora and slammed their feet down.

So the sound of footsteps was not blocked by the rocks of the mountain peaks, not bounced by tall maple trees, and became only one flame, It flowed to the bottom.

-What, what! The nobles were perplexed.

-Damn! What are you doing! -Why doesn't it collapse!? Like a tough leather bag, the designated tribes accepted all the nobles' long rush, and the shock I accepted it as vibration and digested it.

I couldn't help but admire it.

And I was captivated by a strange joy: 'You have completed it...

Macheonjinbeop(魔天陳法).' An idea that came to me like a miracle one day.

If not just one person spreads the Demon Heavenly Gods, but if several, hundreds, or thousands of people spread the Demonic Heavenly Gods at once, I had a feeling that some new possibility would open up.

A skill that I created myself with.

+ [Macheonjinbeop (魔天陳法)] Rank: Undecided Effect: It is a base created based on the Demonic Gods.

The more casters there are, the more proficient the casters are at the Demon Heavenly Gods, and the clearer the image they share between the casters, the stronger the power of the base.

Demonstrating the potential of the Macheonjinbeop.

The skill level and description will be revised when sufficient data is collected.※Currently, the skill level has not been determined.

If not, then, if it were to be improved and unfolded as a group machine...

If only it could be unfolded, how much power would it exert? I drowned in thoughts.

The thoughts that had faded reached my heart and became joy.

"Uburka spread the Demon Heavenly Gods to the samurai of that time.

The Demon Heavenly Gods became the only orthodox swordsmanship in the Jiho society.

And I… … [Dancing play using Auror] was spread to children.' For the designated warriors, Aurora was the Demon Goddess.

All the plays on the stage became a harmony of the Demon Heavenly Gods, and as the number of 3, 6, 18, and actors increased, countless Demon Heavenly Gods embroidered on the stage.

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'naturally.' The spectators were captivated by the spectacular blood and fire drama.

Their hearts were pounding.

They were quiet guests on stage, but they were powerful warriors like all our compatriots outside the stage.

I found out that it will be more beautiful when it comes out and unfolds in the world than when it is there: 'I provide the opportunity, but so that the children can enjoy and discover for themselves.' The warriors of the designated tribes grafted blood and fire into the army.

They matched the beat and the melody.

That alone amplifies the Auror.

But more importantly, all the warriors have to draw [the same picture] in their heads.

[The Tale of the White Lion], which was transmitted like a legend, filled the picture.

White lion.

Our God.

Our friend.

The one who watches over us.

The sights he saw as he traveled around the world----Burning mansions and perishing.

Snowfield, the broken heart in the mirror---- has been etched in the minds of the Jiho tribe since childhood.

The plains were filled, and the sharp shouts of the designated tribe echoed over it.

The designated people raised their heads and wept like wolves.

So, the sound of footsteps ringing at the bottom blocked the ground, and the high voice that exploded at the top blocked the sky.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh! The shining sun bounced off the Auror's harsh veil, and no longer gave a cool light.

The plains that the nobles rushed into were engulfed in sheer darkness.

Alas! It's a waste of money...

If you think we'll be embarrassed by something like this, you're mistaken! Seven Heroes encouraged their men.

-Don't rush! They're trying to scare us! But, boom, boom, feet getting bigger A sound and a widening shadow enveloped them.

- It's like...

… .

A noble warrior felt an ominous energy and murmured.

-It feels like you're in a cave, not a plain...

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The momentum of the dwindling charge eventually stopped.

The shouts that were chanted also became closer to reflexive screams to counteract the ominous sense, rather than a roar for attack and massacre.

Tub.

And the warrior suddenly realized that the sensation of stepping on the ground had completely changed.

-… … tree? A little while ago, nobles were stepping on the bare ground.

It was rough, rocks rolled around, and it was a rough ground because if you were careless you would fall.

However, in this dark space, the touch of the ground was completely different.

- It looks like a tree.

-I can not see it well.

- No, it's a tree.

wooden floor.

That's the hardwood floor of a very old mansion.

-Then you mean those pigs created a wood-like texture with an auror and surrounded this area? -Why the hell are you doing that? … ? The noble warriors murmured.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh! Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh! Whoa, whoa! Bruise, bruise, bruise, tuck, bruise, bruise, bruise, tuck! In the meantime, the songs and dances surrounding them were gradually growing.

When the world was bright, the song was nothing more or less than simply a sound to lift the spirits in war.

But the battlefield was dark.

The sunlight that covered the twilight was too weak to dilute the darkness.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh! Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh! Whoa, whoa! Bruise, bruise, bruise, tuck, bruise, bruise, bruise, tuck! In the dark, the voices of the designated tribes were like a summon to call something, and a ritual to curse something.

The noble warriors jumped over the ominousness and sweat began to drip down the back of their neck.

It didn't end there.

The nobles, who had practiced Auror well, looked around and realized that something was surrounding them.

No form and no hostility...

… Cloudy, something wrapped around my ankle.

"performance......?" It was an auror flowing like smoke.

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