SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Chapter 303

gray spider.

(3) The spiders hardened when they saw my smile.

"......." "......." I've met a lot of people I've lived with for a long time.

Because you can overcome lifespan in the tower.

There are humans who have survived for more than a hundred years here, and there are also constellations that have traveled tens of thousands of years like Hamustra.

I realized one thing while meeting them.

Fear is immutable.

“It’s difficult.”

laughed softly.

“If you stay still, will I go first?”

Feet faster than horses.

I ran out.

next moment.

The spider, who was holding its breath after being hit by the rubble of the building, let out a short moan, “Hey!”

She and I made eye contact in front of each other.

It was a witch tribe sprinkled with freckles.

He smiled to be relieved and pressed the spider's blood pressure.

"Ah… … .”

“How long does a thousand years last, no matter how long it feels.”

I hummed, Meaning? No, "It took eleven days for the safflower to fall.

It took only a thousand years for the fall of the tower." But right now, the spiders in this city are listening to every word that comes out of my mouth.

They'll be desperately trying to find meaning in my words.

That's it.

If I can confuse them even a little bit, I'll be happy to pretend I'm relaxed and reciting the answer.

"Ah.

I thought you would come dressed in black coat.

It is a historical site where the Millennium Magician destroys the Millennium Horse Tower, but I did not pay attention to fashion.

Well, it is a small part.

Master will be happy to smile." “Retreat!”

The commander-level spider vomited blood: "Retreat! Retreat! The 33rd Battalion, it's okay for a moment, so stop that monster!" “Stand back, where the hell are you…?”

“Gather at the headquarters! This has no answer! The elder must step in!”

Comparing objective power, horse tower still has the upper hand.

The fight starts and the enemy I've defeated is probably a little over a hundred.

However, I only targeted and killed commander-level personnel one after another.

The enemy's command was broken.

The spiders, who had completely relied on telecommunication for communication, lost their means of fighting against me when the wide area network---the 'cobweb' was torn.

[The quest of the constellations is in progress.] ['The Warhorse of the Eternal Plains' commands the followers to advance!] It meant the destruction of each individual.

[Quest progress.

'Eye in the Labyrinth' reveals the enemy's escape route.] [Quest progress.

'Bell of the Dead' posts the identities of those who lost their lives in past rebellions across the city.] [Quest progress.

'Incarnation of Love and Lust' exposes the identities of the spiders above do-it-yourself level.] As soon as the campaign was judged moving forward, the constellations immediately gave their followers 'appropriate rewards' and 'appropriate motivations'.

So far, they have not been able to encourage believers because they never had the will to resist the tower.

In the end, it is not the constellation in the night sky that clears the quest, but the human standing on the ground.

The constellation responds only when the faithful walk forward.

"Ha ha ha ha ha! You kill me!”

Thus, a counterattack began across the city.

“Don’t apologize for treating me like a kid for a moment, my lord! How many times have you been able to write full notes to your heart's content? Okay, okay, okay! the best! I am the High Priest of the constellation that your spider children buried in the 4th headquarters, [The Whip on the Magistrate]! It’s the apostle [berserker]!”

The Hunter, who had resolved to revolt with me in that underground cave, roared.

“Give back my constellation sister! Dogs! " “… … After singing geomje, geomje, and song, it must have been really like this.

To be honest, I was skeptical, but...

okay.

I don't know if this will be my last chance.

everyone.

As Babit-sama's apostle, I will command you.

It's good even if fighting isn't my specialty.

Rise up immediately for the rest of your life.”

“That’s great.”

The sound of both forces was reversed.

The cobwebs that had been stretched like a barrier in the monopoly city had been dismantled.

Voices that have been suppressed until now, numerous constellation representatives have taken over the city.

from the north.

from the west.

from the south.

or east.

Blue, red, yellow, and white auras echoed like ripples from the open-air pubs and open-air pubs lined up.

Waves overlapped and overlapped and shook the sky over the city.

“Isn’t it until today that you hide in the basement and whisper in your ear?”

Whoops! Something resembling fireworks soared into the sky.

It was a blow that pressed Auror firmly.

It wasn't a sniper aimed at the commander like me.

No, in the first place, no one was aiming.

Firecrackers went to the 'sky'.

And tore the base of the dark clouds.

Weak.

It was a weak blow.

Compared to Salcheonseong, I feel sorry for him.

However, the value of the sword is always determined by the target with which the blade is cut, not by the power holding the hilt.

In that sense, the firecrackers launched by the apostles of [Warhorse of the Eternal Plains] were undoubtedly valuable.

"let's go.

Riders.”

Light leaked from the cracked clouds.

“Follow the four kings, the descendants of the swordsman.”

Shouts erupted throughout the city.

“Hey---, the bugs!”

Some spiders were angry.

“We retreated because of him.

You bastards ran away because they were afraid! Let's see..." Ah.

there it is I fired a sword attack.

“Mommy?!”

The spider's voice jumped.

The sound of the building collapsing was accompanied by the sound of spiders running around.

“Hey, you bastard who doesn’t even know about morals! Why do people hit when they talk, when they talk! uh? My platoon just flew away with it! It's ridiculous, wow, sir, are you the real swordsman's successor? Yeah? From a while ago, I was just laughing from room to room! It's just swordsmanship that overflows with misfortune from the beginning, oh, twins!" flew one more time “Damn!!”

At the end of that scream, the voice was cut off.

The commander who was careless, wondering if he would be beaten just by making a sound, had already disappeared.

The brave who could not let go of the baton until the end, even though he knew he was going to suffer, disappeared.

I know what I'm going to do, but the tortoise who wants to die after pouring out a swear word also just left the room.

Now there is only one role left.

"---okay.

Get used to it.”

There are only those who have the strength to be vigilant, hold the baton that cannot be missed, and have the audacity to never forget swear words until the very end.

“It’s a familiar shit.

The face is different, but this unlucky thing reminds me of 'that bastard'.

I'm honestly surprised.

The direction is completely different, but I have no luck.”

I didn't hesitate.

He fired a blow in the direction the voice came from.

And, quaaang! For the first time today, my attack was canceled in midair.

“I want to ask.”

far away Clouds split by firecrackers.

Her fingers stretched out in the ray of sunlight.

“Where did you learn that dog shit?”

the back of the finger.

An expressionless expression still in the shadows looked down at the ground.

The brim of her hat was long and wide, leaving no gaps for sunlight to penetrate.

“If there is a specialized hospital that removes scabs, please let me know.

In my opinion, that is the root of all evil.

If you see cockroaches crawl out even if you step on them, then there must be an academy that trains bugs somewhere.”

elder elder.

Liberator of the witch tribe, Niglus-Kukulu.

The one who destroyed the five races.

The abandoned owner of gray.

new killer.

The witch who nailed the six constellations.

greatest landowner.

The owner of all spiders.

Truly, a hunter with so many nicknames that counting becomes meaningless.

Along with the already dead swordsman and the slaughtering nature that was almost dead, a human being who harbors awe even in the constellations.

"......" I smiled.

It doesn't matter how many tinnitus your opponent has.

When I first met her, I had already decided in my mind what name to call her from the moment I heard the old story from Bae Huo-ryeong.

"Nice to meet you.

'The Gray Spider'.”

Called as scheduled.

"I am called the Four Kings." "......." Ha, there was a brief laugh.

"The king of death? He is the boss of the underworld.

Then he will fall to hell and reign as king.

Baby.

Is it keoppan?”

“Ah.

Even if I was alive, I didn’t need to go to the underworld because it was hell.”

“Look, you’re a bastard who won’t even say a word.”

“If I have three meals, are you saying that Gray Spider-sama has two?”

"What...

...what?" It seems that the elder was momentarily speechless.

I waved my holy sword and smiled.

"Joke.

Joke.

The manager's gag that can relieve the chilly atmosphere." "......." The Elder pursed his lips, then looked down at me with contempt, and then he made a look of realization.

It was quite a variety of facial expressions.

He pointed to his forehead with a .

"You're a true tortoise.

Damn it...." I wonder why everyone I meet makes an expression on their face that realizes that the word that best describes me in the universe is tora.

I shrugged, "Am I not a former swordsman? I try to imitate that person, so I pretend to be an idiot with method acting.

It's not usually like this." “You will never be the son of that bastard.”

"I've seen your swordsmanship.

You're good at using Auror.

But you're different from a swordsman.

You feel poison.

Yes, you have poison in your heart." As if speaking to me, the elder's gaze looked around.

'Aha.' Right now, the constellations are encouraging their followers by putting up a quest, but the quest was established under the premise that I am the [successor of the swordsman].

I have no choice but to stop the quest from [Incarnation], so the Elder speaks so that everyone can hear it.

The attack that really hits the point.

The elder clicked his tongue.

“Do those who use swords call it jeongpai or sapphire? Randa.

The meaning of the sword itself is completely opposite, how could you possibly be the descendant of the swordsman? I could sense the silence of the congregation, either standing still or as the battle continued, listening to the conversation between the elder and I, with the sky in between ['Avatar of Love and Lust' gives an embarrassed expression.

.] Also the constellations.

A giggle of laughter filled the sky.

When the Elder laughed, the tail of her broomstick wiggled slightly.

As if ridiculing the roar of the constellations.

There may be a disciple of ! But at least, the four kings, you are not a disciple.”

Shall we wait a little longer? “You inherited the will of Geomje, so you are a former man? What does that bastard of Geomje mean? Is it the will of Geomje to rebel against our Mato? ”

"......." A little more.

"Things like garbage.

Constellations are always the way they are.

Ah, there are no proper bastards among those who claim to be gods.

Even though they know they aren't.

To advance the campaign, I took a child who was nothing and went crazy with the old swordsmanship…”

"Hi." okay.

“You bastards.”

it is now “Sometimes you have to ventilate and if you stay in your room every day like you, no one can use it.”

Stop.

“Well, it feels good.

I'll remodel it for free today." "......." "Originally, I should laugh [chuckles] next time.

I'm a master of Amman method acting, but I can't smile like that.

There's a quality that a human being should have at least.

?”

Gaze.

I feel the gaze.

The elder was looking at me.

If the eyes really meet, if only exploring each other becomes important, as long as we make eye contact, time stops, and nothing else matters.

All in all, the Elder was engrossed in the task of bringing us down: speeches, taunts, tactics, finding our weakest spots and preparing to bite them tenaciously, to buy some time for the retreating spiders, and to become followers.

To make him doubt the constellation, and to win the war as a result, all of which became irrelevant.

"Hey." Among the countless names the opponent had, I said the nickname that only Geomje had in his mouth: “Grey.”

“……”

“Are you still living like that?”

While showing the expression of the swordsman, the tone of the swordsman, and the smile of the swordsman, "Doesn't it change, no matter what happened to you in a hundred years or a thousand years?" "I think it's a disease, too.

Illness.

Basically, I'm betting on the world.

If I change, you think I'm losing to the world? From now on, I'll call this disease gray.

I know it as an honor." "you." you, said the elder.

“You----.”

“Chuckle.”

“……”

“Should I say?”

I smiled.

“It’s a joke.

Joke.”

"......." "how is it.