SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

god and king.

(2) The shadow of my sword and the wind of Mutia's hammer harmonized.

The apostles did not stand by as the two of us played.

“Where!”

“Dare you,”

“Are you going to leave me alone? The king of heresy!”

All prepared, the apostles rushed in one, two.

There was no madness in their eyes.

It wasn't just fanaticism.

Loyalty to the God they believe in.

The straightness to repay God's blessings burned hot in the eyes of the apostles.

“Great.”

I admired it.

“But, I have already warned you.”

And with admiration, he swung his sword.

It bit the target like the fangs of five black snakes.

"------!!" Left eye.

Right eye.

Vocal cord.

Back.

Five intestines and flesh.

Terrible screams followed from wherever my knife passed.

Unbearable, unbearable pain that human beings can't bear.

[Pain without wounds] have ripped out only the parts that give you pain.

And that wasn't the only thing.

"......! ......!" I remembered where the apostles were tormented.

And the apostles gnawed their teeth, endured their groans, and each time they came back, they pounded the exact same area.

It was drilled and the cut was cut again.

scream.

scream.

and scream.

When Mutia and I were fighting back and forth, screams flowed around the two of us and we were mixed together.

"You're fighting an incredibly effective fight." Mutia commented.

It was a sarcastic evaluation.

I also decided to return it with a sarcastic attitude.

"It's not as effective as Dagul." "There are surprisingly many humans who insist on not killing.

However, your fighting method only doesn't kill, and causes more pain than death.

Maybe that's the way you climb the tower itself, isn't it?" "Your heart that thinks of humans is dignified.

If the sassiness of the wedding hall guests who were attacked by the Geumsa-mae were also affected, I would have been more impressed." “They are not my followers.”

“Is it over?”

"what?" “I saw the first, second, and third goals well.”

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan! “Even if you are one of the brightest constellations in the Milky Way, the brilliance is not due to martial arts.”

Mutia has attacked, and I spit it out: "Even if your apostles boast of incompetence, it is thanks to [the free body].

They are only those who believe in an unscathed body and rush to it.

Therefore, I can cause pain to anyone.

No opponent.”

Five swords swept at once.

A sword wind.

The swords became a black storm and devastated the area.

“Ugh!”, “Ah”, “Mutia, Nim!”

The apostles let out a short scream and flew away.

Wow! Dozens of people flew and were thrown into the Colosseum's barrier, the sedimentary rock.

“I am only the head of a fighting organization that has been running for thousands of years to put the demons on the sword.”

There were apostles who did not fly even though they were pushed by sword pressure.

They clenched their teeth and survived.

"Profit...!" There were some who smashed the ground with a hammer and endured it with that strength.

That's great.

They especially swung four swords and stabbed each of them quickly one by one.

This disciple has conquered the continent with only one body.

My daughter and advisor can split the earth with a single blow, and my Gayoung can destroy the spire of the tower with a single blow.”

[The constellations watching the battle swallow their breath.] [The 'Lone Seeker' is silent.] [The 'Steed of the Eternal Plains' is silent.] ['Incarnation of Love and Lust.' There is silence.] In the midst of an artificially created hell.

I stood still and looked down at the constellations that fell on the ground: “Finally, I am the descendant of the swordsman.”

“So, I’m just asking.”

“Is it over now?”

I smiled, "If you don't have it, write a treaty of surrender.

I'll give you my pen as a souvenir." “Cute thing!”

Mutia revealed her molars, "I will destroy your existence first!" The golden eye of the constellation is on fire ['The ox that harvests the ruins' asks the tower for an oath.] [Sacred sanctuary designation.] His golden eyes are dyed blood.

'Harvest cattle' own.] The sky was red [He is a destroyer and re-creator, worship him] "He is a destroyer and re-creater, worship!" The apostles who were thrown into the rock, and the apostles who were kneeling in pain, vomited their last blood, chorused: “He is a destroyer and a re-creator, worship him!”

Once again: “He is the destroyer and the re-creator, worship him!”

When the apostles praised their god for the third time ['the ox harvesting the ruins' unleashes their power] Woodduck, bones crushed all over his body.

"...!" It was a familiar sensation.

The pain that the excessive blood pressure couldn't withstand the aurora and crushed it.

I immediately tried to adjust to the pain by reducing the amount of aura flowing through my body, but there was no need.

The Auror that was playing in my veins also evaporated in an instant.

-Gim Zombie! The power drained out of my body.

-You are old! Instead of wasting time with a counter-question, I accepted the words of the behind-the-scenes as they were, as I reflected my face on the blade.

"......." I opened my lips, "Really." The voice that came out of his mouth was definitely mine, but somehow it was a bit old.

A knife transparent like a mirror.

There was an elderly old man there.

3.

The memories that pass through my head are like a broken and repeated recording tape.

-The cow that harvests the ruins is Mutiaro.

As the Inquisitor said.

is destruction and re-creation.

Those words remained in my memory for a long time.

Not a memory that was engraved because it was impressive, but a memory that remained because it was an unsolved mystery.

-Simple but powerful! It was simple.

It was easy to see.

The figure of Young Ae Geum Sae, who swung her hammer and slammed down everything in sight, was literally a manifestation of the destroyer.

But what about re-creation? - Simple but powerful! Which of these is suitable for 're-creation'? - Simple, but I realized.

- Powerful, what in this world is destruction and re-creation at the same time.

- No! Return or time itself.

Her field of work is destruction and re-creation! Yes.

Young-ae, the golden sister, did not have to show a piece of re-creation.

She escaped from the future when Raviel became the Empress, returned to the past, and cut the heart of the Crown Prince as a baron Young-ae.

Chan's face was a life [already] re-created: "-----Time constantly destroys and re-creates itself." After a brief recollection and quick reasoning, I said in a voice tinged with time: "Managing time.

Is this your power, Mutia." “It is truly a nameless battle.”

The golden constellation murmured, unlike the previously sarcastic ones, this time there was a real admiration in his voice: "The sword you wield is fierce, but not as sharp as your head." “There is a reason why the believers and apostles are so loyal.”

Yes, it all made sense, I lowered the tip of my sword and looked around: "These are the ones who made a wish on you.

It's not about making you rich or staying healthy, it's not like that, but just one wish.

[Go back to the past] Let me go] people who have fulfilled their wish.”

"......." "Everyone gathered here is a returnee." Mutia laughed, “It really is!”

The constellation fixed the hammer.

The most valuable thing in the universe.

The god of time, worthy of his power, fluttered his golden hair.

“I am the reaper of the ruins! The one who promises a harvest season again from the humans who wander outside! The God who brings forth fruit! King of heresy!”

Heaven and earth are shaking.

“I am Mutiada, the ruler of the Reincarnation and the Key Keeper of Eeons!”

The layers of sedimentary rocks dance like tails, "Kneel down! Thousands!" ['Ow that harvests the ruins' manifests his powers.] [Reincarnation Eokseon (輪國德却).] [Your timeline changes.] [Your possibilities are fixed.] “Your ruins Go back to your seat!”

The world is colored with another landscape."If you haven't met the swordsman." The history I've been walking is shaken up."If you haven't met the swordsman." Suddenly disappears.

The luck that was granted to me disappears one by one.

It is replaced by the possibility of an unfortunate timeline.

"If you haven't met the Inquisitor." "If you haven't met the Serpent." If.”

“If you haven’t met the Count.”

“If you haven’t met the Paladin.”

“If you haven’t met the Black Dragon Lord.”

Just as the sedimentary layers are peeling off layer by layer, my time is erased line by line.

"If you haven't met the goddess of protection." Slowly, the holy sword in my hand disappears.

Even the shadows wandering around escorting me.

"If you haven't met the peonies that bloom in winter." The pulsating aurora subsides momentarily."If you haven't met the flame." Even the grip on the muscles disappears without a trace."If she just grew old." "If." "If only you weren't for the Four Kings." Ruins.

If you look closely, this is Harlem Street in Babylon.

Maybe it was burned down in a fire.

There were no proper buildings.

Tents were pitched between the discarded poles, and there were toothbrushes with burn marks, yellowish paper cups, long-wrinkled packs of cigarettes, and junk that could not even be considered antiques.

But no matter how shabby around me, I wasn't as shabby as myself.

A hand that never held a sword.

A foot that never climbed a tower.

A heart that never got drunk on victory.

"Kneel to me." In front of me coughing helplessly, a golden constellation stood tall: "Make a contract with me, so go back to the past before you dared to kill my child." "......." "King of heresy.

Abandon the throne.

Abandon arrogance.

The power of time acknowledges the greatness.

Then I will forgive you." “… … I’m sorry.”

I chuckled and raised the corners of my lips.

“What do you mean? Aren’t you sorry for your arrogance?”

"no… … ." Beep.

A cry rang out from somewhere.

"Your power." Mutia looked back, "Because, for the first time in my life, I won..." The foot of the constellation.

There was a young fox with golden fur.

“Because the first person I killed was time.”

The moment Mutia's eyes widened.

“If you haven’t met your constellation… … 』 “I’m sorry.”

The fox opened her mouth.

“There is no such 'if'.”

Tick tock, “I decided to dream of the reality of Confucius.”

The clock turned.

['A music box just for you' manifests its power.] Tick.

[Universe Red Yellow.] [The universe is large, but not so wide that the music cannot sound.] [I am not small enough to not play your song because I am small.] [My universe only plays you.

A sand wind blew.

The ruins, the pillars of the ruins, the antiques, and all traces of this life, were swept away in the sands of sand and the desert of time, until there were no traces left.

Mutia looked around in bewilderment.

What…" "My powers are of little value.

Confucius has made me a little junk.

At least, I can protect the reality of what Confucius is walking in." The fox smiled, “Turn it off, platoon head.”

“This man’s time is mine.”

"Beep, I stroked the fox wrapped around my neck like a scarf.

The spirit behind me still had her arms crossed, the holy sword was still in my hand, and my feet were still sixty-two floors." That’s how it happened.”

My heart was still beating for victory.

I'm still the one I am today, so I smiled.

"Let's finish this, Mutia." 327.