SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

god and king.

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-The cow that harvests the ruins is 'Mutia'.

', the blond priest boy once said.

The Inquisitor patted his chin.

-The fields I mainly manage are 'destruction' and 're-creation'.

- Simple but powerful.

At this time, the Heretic Inquisitor was wearing a loose dress.

Because it was the time when I was playing the role of Young-ae, the baron of the golden sister-in-law.

Therefore, the Heretic Inquisitor not only stroked his chin, but also fanned and spread his fan, but this description is probably irrelevant.

- Sanctuary, in short, reinterprets the world and brainwashes people.

The same goes for the great library where we were before! The librarian interprets the world as a 'collection of stories', where we are forced to be 'characters of the story'.

-Those who have their own rules like that.

-To defeat with laws that we can write.

The Heretic Inquisitor smiled broadly.

-I define this as a holy war and a holy war! 2.

Whoooooooooooooooo! A gust of wind swept through the surroundings.

It was a blow.

Rocks turned into rubble, pebbles turned into sandstorms, and a single blow burned the surrounding area.

“You evade like a loach.”

The land was split in a checkerboard pattern.

The grid boundaries creaked and staggered.

Aww! Koo! Each time [Cow Harvesting the Ruins] wielded its hammer, the misalignment intensified, and eventually the terrain was ruined to the point that it was difficult to maintain its original shape.

“Wherever you go forever.

The king.”

Confusingly - “You are not the first one who tried to run away in front of me.

There was a time when we exchanged workshops until the moon rose and tilted 31 times.

If you are going to ask what happened to him, it would be wise to ask directly to your head.”

The ground turned over.

“Pecha, the moment your skull is smashed, you will face your forefathers.”

The terrain shook and the terrain trembled.

Damn it! The ground was torn to pieces.

The sedimentary deposits that had been accumulated there for a long time were peeled off.

Mutia wasn't just bragging about her power.

“Beep!”

When the fox warned her in a loud voice, the ground collapsed.

Rumble! The entire ground in this area was extinguished centering on the place where I and Mutia confronted.

I tried to avoid it, but Kuung! Mutia swung her hammer I had to choose between escaping from the collapsing ground or from a hammer that flew at my head.

It wasn't a difficult choice.

The height at which the two of us clashed and fought grew lower and lower, and each time the constellation struck the ground with its hammer, the rate of collapse accelerated even more.

Over time, our battlefield has changed like the Colosseum.

The difference from the Colosseum built in Rome is that it doesn’t care about the audience at all.

Where the audience should see it, there is just a steeply soaring sedimentary rock.

No… Were you changing the terrain to make it difficult to escape at all?”

The Colosseum was an artificially created hell in this world.

An artificial hell for humans who are still living to see and enjoy the bloodshed and slaughter that unfolds there.

The gladiatorial arena without spectator seats would then be just a living hell.

The man who built a pit of hell in minutes fixed the hammer: "If you live long like me, you will get tired of doing only one thing at a time.

It is not a virtue, but a habit, It’s no different.”

“At least two means, in fact, it could be three or it could be four.”

“You’re a quick-headed Ahaero.”

A cow harvesting the ruins.

Mutia, with her golden hair and golden eyes, looked up at the sky ['A cow that harvested the ruins' gives the followers a quest] [You have been targeted for the quest!] [Quest is revealed.] I too followed the constellation and raised my head + [Annihilate your enemies] Difficulty: SS Mission Objective: You killed my followers.

You killed the apostles.

Cut off the voice of the child I had gathered and cut the leash.

I dug it out.

Is there any reason why I shouldn't squeeze your neck now? Die.

Reward me with death.

I heard that there are many constellations that have set their eyes on you.

There will also be constellations that steal this proclamation and read it by any means.

I say to such people, unless you are determined to fight me and Mutia forever, do not interfere in this battle of revenge.

Simple and clear, I wish for your death.

is the [target target] of the quest + The moment the letters are engraved in the air.

Behind the letters, black shadows fell.

As many humans as the letters, perhaps even more---the other side of the Colosseum, from above the high sedimentary rock, jumped at me all at once.

[The apostle of 'Ox harvesting the ruins' appears.] All of them are like gold samae Youngae [The apostle of 'Ox harvesting the ruins' manifests.] [The apostle of the ox harvesting the ruins appears.] [The apostle of the ox harvesting the ruins appears.] They were the apostles: “Is this the third target?”

“Yes.

They are children who want to avenge their sister-in-law.”

"It's fine.

Buy because you're a golden sister, young-ae, and buy because you're a real brother-in-law." "Didn't I tell you? At this age, you'll be aiming for both.

There's nothing to admire." I clenched the hilt.

About two hundred men.

All the apostles of Mutia, the cows harvesting the ruins, were wielding huge hammers.

Their hair had to be ruffled.

They were all the same.

Short hair, long hair, different lengths.

From sheer platinum to dark gold, they all fluttered their golden hair: "Golden sprinkles scattered across the galaxy." I marveled at the scenery unfolding above my head.

Golden meteor showers were pouring down.

The word crusade, which an inquisitor once told me, suddenly crossed my mind.

“It’s very relaxing.”

Mutia's premonition was: "Are you reciting a poem before you die? If there are two hundred apostles who follow me, they are sharper than the ten thousand soldiers that Mahos has.

Four kings.

Are you too relaxed because you have various schemes like me? ”

"Well." The two hundred apostles who jumped from above are right in front of me, and I raised Kang Ki: “I already count two, three, four, and five in the direction that one sword can wield.

Clash.

“You cheeky bastard!”

The first person to hit me with a hammer and collide with me was a small warrior.

She was also a gangster.

Auror user.

Wearing traditional clothes with plum blossoms, and short bangs neatly trimmed, but that elegance and neatness He couldn't hide the warrior's wrath: "How dare you tease your tongue in front of Mutia!" “It is possible to speak only with full tone without teasing the tongue.

Is that so?”

“Don’t smash your head!”

“It’s difficult.”

Whoops! Another apostle came in after my side, and swung his hammer.

It was a joint venture.

fault! I stepped on the ground and rotated like a half moon in the air.

And with a kick, he kicked the short-haired warrior's finger.

“Shit!”

"Shit!" The hammer barely passed my back.

The single-shot warrior was knocked back half a span by my kick.

The two apostles each bit their tongues and spit on them.

The first joint effort was unsuccessful.

“Glitter.”

[The twinkle answers yes, hero.] The first two people who took the vanguard were probably the most proficient in martial arts.

I approximated the average skill level of the apostles.

“Let’s open up the real name after a long time.”

['Goddess of Protection' manifests the power of the five swords.] Slowly.

Except for the sword I was holding, four swords emerged from the shadows.

Spirit sword (影劍).

The knives began to escort me around me, darkly engulfed in the sleepy shadows like sticky blueberry jam.

[The Sword of Salvation obeys the command of the Four Kings.] [The Sword of Sacrifice obeys the command of the Four Kings.] [The Sword of Prayer obeys the command of the King.] [The Sword of Compassion obeys your command.] Come on.

It is the holy sword that made Kim Yul, an ordinary student, the progenitor of the Ai Kim Empire.

Wherever you can stand, hold on.

Immediately, without delay, I slashed five swords at the same time.

"Look out!" The short-haired apostle shouted.

“The [free human body] blessing doesn’t work for him! We feel the pain when we cut too! Be careful not to cut it----." "Ah.

If it's as easy as it sounds, you guys won't even lose." A scream rang out, "Isn't it?" Five sword dances were performed loudly in the air: “Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Aaaah!”, the apostles running at me.

The apostles were still jumping from above.

The apostles who tried to drive me from the front.

They each screamed, grabbing their necks or their hearts.

“Shhhhhhh… … !”

The short-haired apostle looked at me with fierce eyes.

Even such a warrior was holding onto his vocal cords.

[Pain without wounds].

The second power possessed by the Holy Sword, the so-called compassion sword, pierced the apostle's neck.

“Coop! Whoops...

… ." You are probably experiencing the pain of being stabbed in the throat by now.

Just looking up at me without losing your mind is amazing.

Kuwoong.

Kuwoong.

There were a number of apostles around me who had been cut by my sword and passed out from excessive excruciating pain.

The hammer that had been let go of his hand fell to the ground with a heavy sound: “The second foolish thing in this world is to work on me, and the more foolish thing to do is to work with a weapon like a hammer.

If you attacked them all at once with a hammer the size of a hammer, how many would move? Maybe three?”

“Kill me, lord…!!”

“Be afraid.”

I cut off the apostle's head in a single shot with a compassion sword.

An invisible wound, no, pain pierced the center of his neck.

The apostle fell like a broken thread.

Not piercing the eyeballs or examining the internal organs is consideration for you, but I don’t know how long my consideration will last.”

"......." The apostles hesitated and looked back at their god.

Mutia looked at me with a blank expression, holding the hammer.

“The goldfish is still alive.”

I tried to negotiate: "It is true that I cut Sylvia, but now Sylvia is a member of my family and serves as a vassal of the four kings.

Maybe life will be happier now than when I joined your family.

At least it would be more comfortable.

The number is wrong to declare revenge on me..." "okay.

There must be constellations that think that way.”

Mutia nodded her head.

“Have you ever thought about becoming a god?”

I blinked my eyes.

"Yes?" “You guys, humans always make a wish.

Do you want to make me rich? do you want me to be healthy I grant your wishes in return for receiving your faith.”

ssuk.

While Mutia was speaking, the apostles retreated one by one.

And I rearranged the formation around me.

'God buys time and the followers are lined up.' It was clearly visible, but it didn't stop it.

Because this is also part of the negotiations.

In exchange for my acceptance of that, Mutia, the constellation, and one god are willing to talk to me.

“But what if I make your wishes come true with twists and turns?”

“What if I twist?”

“It makes wishes come true.

However, to those who wish to be rich, [the satisfaction of feeling rich even without making more money here] is provided.”

"......." "Those who wish for health are given a personality that is satisfied enough with the body they have now.

It is to give you a different personality and different nature so that you can be satisfied with yourself and be happy.

I'll ask Ahaya, the true name of a king.”

said the golden constellation.

“Did that also make your wish come true?”

"......." "There are constellations that think so.

A lot.

However, I am different.

If you only need a lesson to be content with the present, how can you pray to a god? I only cherish the child who made a wish to me.”

indeed.

“I have freed Sylvia from the bondage of resentment and vengeance.”

“It is not an empty wish for you, and it is not an empty wish for me.”

“I led another life to Sylvia, who dedicated her life to killing one person.”

“It’s probably not the life he wanted.”

“Now Sylvia wants the life it is today.”

“It must have been your brainwashing.”

“Are you saying Sylvia’s own doctor doesn’t matter?”

“The wish of the moment you made a wish is more important to me.”

“I saved Sylvia.”

“For me, it is the child’s death.”

“How could it be death for a person to change?”

“That’s right.

However, that is the logic of your royal family, not an excuse that God can use.”

Mutia raised her hammer.

At the same time, it was the same timing as when the apostles were all in their lines.

“One exception leads to ten exceptions, ten exceptions lead to a hundred habits, and where a hundred habits are hardened, one life is placed.

king.

There are no exceptions in the life of God.”

"......." "The child asked me to grant a wish, and I did.

That's it.

I will steal the soul of the child you have gathered and take it back.

I'll ask Is there room for negotiation here?”

is it.

"There is not.

I have no choice but to fight.”

That moment.

“Beep.”

The fox responded to my will.

[You are a follower of 'A music box just for you'.] ['A music box just for you' grants you a quest.] Proof that I, who did not belong anywhere, now stand under the constellation of Fox.

The tower does not issue a common quest, and the constellation in charge of the stage does not order the quest, but only my own constellation embroidered the letters for me.

+ [Golden God] Constellation: A music box just for you Difficulty: S Mission Goal: Ruler of the 62nd floor Defeat Mutia [Ow that harvests the ruins].

Mutia is targeting those who become members of your family.

※However, if Sylvia Ebinail's identity is transferred to Mutia or your identity is transferred, you will be defeated.

+ The goal was simple.

It was also clear.

So I swung my sword without hesitation.

Mutia, too, struck down the hammer without hesitation.

Woo woo woo! The beliefs of a constellation and mine collided.326.