SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Heavenly Devil.

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“I'm sorry.”

said the pharmacist.

“It cannot be cured in its current state.”

She was examining Moorim Mengju.

Throughout the examination, the pharmacist's expression was blurred.

He was like a doctor examining only to say 'there is no hope', even though he already knew there was no hope for the patient.

"......." The Chunma silently looked down at the Moorim Maengju.

Was he not expecting treatment anyway? But with an expressionless face, Chunma opened her lips.

“Stand up.”

"I'm sorry." “I don’t mean to listen to your apology.

stand up Moorim Maengju Buwolseon.”

dark cave.

The sound of the angel's breath subsided.

There seemed to be poison incense flowing from her mouth.

“Didn’t you make a pact with the main seat? Didn't he boast that he would challenge the world of magic and set up the banner of Jeongpa Moorim? Didn't the old file room and the five generations gather together to plan a battle? You can't die in a hospital bed like that.

It cannot be.”

"I'm sorry." “Stand up.”

The smell of poison got a little stronger.

“Get up and grab your weapon.

There's no need to hold your ruthless axe.

pick up a wooden sword Whether it's a ragweed, a whip, or a stick, anything is fine.

hold on Grab it and fight the main throne.”

"I'm sorry." “I told you to stand up.”

“Madhoo.”

The Moorim Maengju took a breath.

He grew older overnight.

“I’m sorry I’m weaker than you.”

"......." "I tried to hold on for one more day, but now it's hard.

you'd feel it too Already I was drawing and using the innate spirit.

All the air has gone down.

Jingi is all worn out.

If it were you, you could still survive another year, but...

I am here.”

silence.

“I was weaker than you.”

The old man muttered as he lay down.

“Kill me.”

"......." Chunma's face contorted.

“I don’t want to be like the leader of Shaolin.

Kill my body before it rots and becomes bruised.

When you are strong, you do not see even if you look in front of you, and you do not live even if you live.

so… .”

“So, you want me to kill you lying on the bed?”

The poison has reached its peak.

“Are you saying that now?”

The angel's body was small.

A black fire blazed from that tiny body.

The air took shape and burned.

live (殺气).

The air was burning and it smelled of soot.

It was the smell of the woman's life, the smell of the life she endured.

The scent of heavenly horses was as poisonous as crushed weeds.

“Is this the end of the war you promised? this?" "........" "I'd rather be reunited with you right away, for what glory have you endured all this time? He would have gathered all the children of the main school and faction and ordered them to commit suicide as a group, but what kind of light did you insist on enjoying? The Moorim Maengjang did not answer.

The old man's tears became traces and hardened on his cheeks.

"I..." "Nam Goong Woon.

Since the days of Confucius, he has won the admiration and jealousy of many powerful people because he was born with an invisible body.

Before becoming Lee Rip (而立), he became the head of the Namgung Sega family.

When the world of magic gained power, he was promoted as the leader.

The essence of all factions is young in you, and the grudges of all the White Ways stand in you.

By the way.

In that case, will you meekly surrender your head to the beast of the main throne?”

"......." "good.

Don’t kill me.”

The angel rose up.

“But it won’t die nicely.”

She went somewhere.

Even after the woman disappeared, the burning smell of soot was still there.

It was suffocating.

The pharmacist and the drug king, who had no knowledge of Auror, had a particularly distressed expression on their faces.

After a while, the angel returned.

She had an ax in her hand.

“You old man of the Namgung.

It is the Okbuwol that you loved dearly.

I must have already forgotten.”

“Sobaekhyang… … “Say it.”

The angel raised his axe, "The radish has forgotten the hyeop, and the hyeop has lost the radish." “……”

“Say that.

If you say that, I will kill you as you please.”

Wu-Wu forgot her-Hye-Woo, she lost her other one.

It meant the end of the political faction.

The master of magic said that.

Wu-Rim-Mag-Joo himself acknowledged the fact that the faction was destroyed.

Only by admitting that would you take your life.

(愛兵) to cut off his throat.

“Say it.”

“Come on, can’t you tell me!”

The old man's lips were tender.

His mouth was open and his teeth were open.

But he couldn't see beyond it.

Then there was no success.

The old man seemed to have lost his tongue.

"can not do it." The old man exhaled: “I can’t… I can’t speak…”

Tears flowed again from the hard marks of tears.

On the folds, the tears were covered with strata.

The tears that had piled up were difficult to distinguish from the old skin of the old man.

So, it seems that the flesh of the old man was originally made of the tears of the old man, and the tears seemed to flow from the flesh, not from the eyes.

“I can’t speak… .”

"......." "I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Baekhyang...

.”

The angel swung his axe.

The ax blade did not cut the head of the lord of Moorim.

It was just stamped on the ground.

Right next to the face of the Moorim Maengju.

The ax was cut there.

The hard rock at the bottom of the cave cracked as easily as tofu.

It was difficult for me to guess how much energy the Cheonma, who was having a hard time lifting even a stick, must have exhausted its strength to cut through the rocks.

“Didn’t I say that even if I live when I become strong, I don’t live?”

The angel murmured.

“It doesn’t matter anyway.

Even if you die now, you don't die.

What is the difference between a life that is not life and a death that is not death? This seat cannot tell the difference.

It's pointless.

It's pointless...

… “She turned her back.

“The whole world has become empty.”

The next day, Nam Gung-un, the leader of Moorim, died at dawn.

The soldier died 4.

The tenth day after falling into the apocalypse The day of the end of this world was approaching.

The pharmacist said, "There is a limit to analyzing the virus only with infected people who have already turned into zombies for two or three years.

Thanks to this sample, we observed the progress of the infection in real time.

It's a big step." Moorim Maengju was lying in front of the pharmacist.

A corpse that didn't move.

The old man's body was chained together.

"You don't become a zombie right away just because you die...

It looks like you're waking up after a little bit of time.

Probably, the infectious agent spreads all over your brain.

I guess it will take some time.”

“I have compiled the research results.”

The king of medicine handed him the file, and he clicked his tongue.

"This guy may have the skill to make medicine, but he has no talent to explain it to others.

He really doesn't have anything.

”

“I studied it with all my might.”

The pharmacist said, irrespective of his rebuke, "It was also impossible to develop a cure." “Did you run out of time?”

“Yes.

At least 90 days.

If possible, a generous 120 days….”

Clap! It looked at the one who was the master.

It opened its mouth and continued to struggle.

'......." It was then that Chunma walked.

Tub.

The woman approached with quiet steps.

black woman.

The demon with black hair, black uniform, and black eyes was holding a black sword.

The woman's sword was thicker than her shadow.

“---It’s pathetic.”

Chunma looked down at the corpse of Moorim Maengju.

“Thousands of years are futile and futile.”

We instinctively fell from the devil.

The poison was so intense that it could not be compared with yesterday.

The air couldn't rise and it was wrapped around her body.

“At the end of the day, when one layer is peeled off, this is what a person is.

How is it different from beast birth? Eat, eat, eat until the body is immobile, and then it will only disappear.

The radish has forgotten the rye, and the gyeo has lost the radish.”

The angel held out his left hand.

“Eat.”

The zombie opened his mouth and bit his hand.

Quaz! blood splashed The flesh was torn and the bones were crushed.

Chunma looked down at the figure of a moorim man who bit his own left hand like a dog, looking down with indifferent eyes.

“Uh, hey.”

The viper became stunned and took a step closer.

“I see.

da, what are you doing now? Then, if you become a strongman, what to do...

… !”

“Do not approach.”

I grabbed the viper by the shoulder and stood up.

"Huh?" “It’s already over.”

“Are you done? what… … "The sound of flesh bursting rang out.

Whoops! Everyone in the party shrugged their shoulders at the excessively vicious sound.

Slowly looking back, there was a Chunma with a tattered left hand.

And there was a Master Moorim who had lost his head.

It had exploded in its mouth and smashed it head-on.

"Huh." While we were all at a loss for words.

Chunma opened her mouth and smiled, "Ah ha ha ha! Hot! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" A blizzard still raged from the ceiling of the cave, but the laughter from the heavenly demons engulfed them and reduced them to mere noises.

The sound of laughter filled the cave, echoed in the sky, and the world - Zombie, be careful.

The spirit behind it said softly.

- It's a fire horse.

At that moment, Chun-ma turned her head and looked at him.

A strange voice came out of this gap: “Hey.”

Goosebumps rose from the nape of his neck, “Are they white priests who came to assassinate the main shrine?”

Her eyes weren't looking at us already.

“Everyone run away!”

At the same time as I shouted, the heavenly demon swung his sword.

Chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

It was the blood of the drug king.

The drug king was precisely decapitated, and he couldn’t even scream and broke his knees.

It was an instant death.

The viper pulled out his sword belatedly.

“Hey, fuck…!?”

I couldn't read the sword with my eyes.

No, I couldn't see any movement.

It was just [the angel swings the sword] at the exact same moment [the king of medicine was decapitated].

There wasn't even a moment's gap.

-Crazy.

The master groaned.

I've crossed the stage of talma.

It's probably thanks to all of my inner strength as well as my stamina...

Now, that's just temporary, I'm in the midst of life and death.

This celestial horse, before he was bitten by Kangsi and weakened.

Cheonma hummed: "Shaolin's chieftain.

Do you want to block the main throne with such a feat? You're a shaman's Malkodosa.

Do you think you would dare to take on the school's business?" One step at a time, Cheonma came to us.

"The heavens overflowed with sorrow, and Songsan was submerged.

Anger is burning in the heavens and the earth, and Mt.

Wudang is set on fire.

Magico is the sky of Moorim, and the main seat is the sky of Magicalism.

.

Do you have the right to discuss the heavenly heavens?”

"Damn it!" The viper raised his sword and rushed in.

"Four King! Take the pharmacist and run away!" I was already doing that.

's minions!" Cheonma's laughter followed from behind.

"Namgoongwoon!" Once, twice, three times, there was a sound of a sword clashing with each other.

And the sound of swords ceased.

The viper had survived three fusions, and the viper died.

"Call the Taesangga of the Namgung family! Make the Moorim Maengju a colonel! No matter how thick the forest is and the sky is vast, Oh, there is only one person who can take the sword of the main throne under this heaven and earth! The sound of laughter was tough and exhausting.

Even if I ran away one step, the sound of laughter followed ten steps.

There was no match.

In the end, when the sound of laughter caught up to my back, in my arms, the pharmacist opened his mouth.

Sir." The pharmacist looked up at me and said, “Keep on, I believe.”

And something cut through the two of us.

"------." The sky tilted.

The ground tilted.

I lost my feet, my lower back, and my upper body in the snow.

We fell.

Yes.

It was a white snowy field.

We had exited the cave.

"......." A little farther away, there was a pharmacist.

I would suck the snow only where she fell.

Shaved ice sprinkled with strawberry syrup.

Like, I thought in my dazed head, "Ahaha.

Huh, hahaha!" It was snowing, "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." While it was snowing, the sky and the earth were indistinguishable.

dark white.

There was only a cool, pale shade.

Someone was walking away while taking steps in the snow.

It felt like the sky and the earth were separated when footsteps were taken.

However, the blizzard raged incessantly, and even the last remaining footprints were buried.

without sound.

without a trace.

no, no smell.

The world that made people tan.

People who are tanned in the world.

So the black soot is buried and buried so that only white snowy fields remain.

Let only a blizzard of colorless, odorless, and soundless fall forever.

The world was destroyed.

[You are dead.] But, that's all.

Destruction did not mean the end to me.

[Returns to 24 hours ago.] Now.

Let's save your world.

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