The S-Classes That I Raised

The bullets burst into flames. It was an invisible smell, but it became a clumsy mass and made the illusion of twisting the whole body.

The military buildings and facilities that once contained the perimeter are now only traces. A pile of collapsed concrete and scattered glass pieces. A molten tire rolls out next to the pillar just below.

Profit, the broken iron plate is pushed out by the hand with the bone revealed. A corpse, once a senior hunter, stumbles and rises. There were no survivors. The dead were constantly resurrected.

However.

Fatiguic!

A splashed current swirls around the body that just happened. The shattered body slowly twitches like a bomb. The rate of regeneration was clearly slower than before.

There was also a limit to the resurrection power.

“That's what Class A is like. ”

With the observer's cold-sighted gaze on the corpse, Sang-hyeong murmured. Undead's ability to resurrect depends on the body's stat. Lesser Hunter ended up crushing him about three or four times. The intermediate level had to be shattered at least ten times and at most fifty times.

And I was persistent enough to think that Class A and above would be resurrected forever. Lastly, Class S.

Glug.

The body lifts up the shield, regenerating almost unchanged with its lifetime. His expressionless, pale face spits out an unknown blubber. But it was as fast as the movement. There was no strategy, but the remaining combat instincts used the skill and rushed towards the only survivor here.

I lifted a steel rod with a sturdy paw. Bingle, a golden current flows through a floating iron rod in the air and kicks strongly at the corpse. A steel rod that flew like an arrow pierces the Undead's leg. And then, almost without time, the second steel leg was completely pierced.

Quarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The lightning struck me with two iron rods. The body collapses and quickly begins to regenerate. On top of that, a continuous light exploded. An unrelenting current strikes tens and hundreds of times in between moments. A sharp light intensively bites only one goal, even if it's hard for a normal person to open their eyes and see.

At least a thousand times. Maybe more than 10,000 deaths.

The violent light sinks and the traces closer to the wreckage than the corpse fade. It seemed that there was still regeneration, but not enough to regenerate the body.

The Eucharist took a step and approached the corpse. A fingernail, barely shaped, knocked on his nose, and scratched off his interests.

“If it works, I'd like to hear it. ”

If the self remains, speak of the immortality that was forcibly conferred. But this was just a moving mass.

‘Even if it's off the crescent moon. ’

At dawn, the young chaos said.

‘Your existence itself will be the same. ’

The things that have been piled up do not disappear. It was already part of the existence of the sacrament.

‘I can take it off a little bit. The two of you did the same thing. But there are limits to that. ’

The piles were also him. It was like a mixed water, so if it spread excessively, it would have an effect on the present sacrament. There was some loss, just a slight relief from overflowing.

‘So you have to stay alive. Unlike the transcendents, if you want to stay in one world, you will have to feel deeper and deeper than ever before. ’

The day will come when all around you will be shed first, and those who have come again will pass by, and you will have to stand alone in the desolate wasteland. Even if something new comes over the water that sprouts and the forest is made and flows, it disappears first.

Keeping a sense of distance from the existence of a world where transcendents only fit in and manage each other was also to protect themselves. It was not about the characters in the book, but about how hard it would be to hold on to the many break-ups that would follow if you became friends right next door.

‘You're going to be more distressed because you're going to last longer. It would be convenient to build a wall or let it go. ’

That way, I couldn't protect myself. Maybe it was greed. like a self-love close to rigour, that doesn't want to give up anything about itself. The advantage, of course, is also the weakness itself.

Square, bone scratched the floor. A class of A came close and swept away by the golden chain.

Han Yoojin won't live long. Life expectancy is less than a hundred years, even if it increases as much as a normal person. I will watch the end, organize it, and some things will remain in the hands of the consecrated offerings.

‘I'm lending it to you, so come back with it. Don't even think about going to the wrong place. ’

The gaze of the Sacrament touched the black coat for a moment. This is also going to go into some of the things that are left over. Even if he says it's his own, Han Eugene will eventually give it back. Maybe with a smile.

Do I ask you not to forget yourself, or do I ask you to forget yourself?

Song Tae Won will be able to live a much longer time. But I didn't know if I could hold on for long. A hundred years, two hundred years. It was a happy day for him to live and grow old.

The appearance of a transvestite living a long time of more than a thousand years was not well imagined. Instead, the last appearance for someone seemed to have been through a few times.

“It's going to be lonely.”

It's more valuable because it's not going to last forever.

‘I hope you don't want me to catch them. ’

Just before dawn came, the young chaos said the last thing. I thought it would be hard to give up. So keep the contract to the end.

The Eucharist passes by the pile of bones, where the movement has almost stopped. The Moon of Heaven has almost tilted. The body was still light, despite its generous energy towards the undead, who were constantly resurrecting for a long time.

It was thanks to drawing out some of the things that were piled up.

It was not a formalized skill. A simple mass of force itself made it possible to move only marginally. Of course, the young chaos paid close attention, as there was the possibility that it would be out of control.

If you're going crazy for a second, try it in a good place.

‘You don't have new abilities. It's been a few years and it's hung up on digestion. ’

Very slowly, little by little. The young chaos confirmed that the sacrament's control over itself was excellent. Therefore, it is worth trying to accept the strengths accumulated carefully. However, pulling out skills was prohibited because of the risk of self-agitation. All I had to do was touch the lump of force.

And the results weren't bad. Although the ability itself has become more durable than it is yet to rise.

Let's go back. The sacrament looks around quietly. Then, slightly, I raised my eyebrows.

‘.. I want to pull out some flying or moving skills. ’

There was nothing left, so I was forced to walk. No matter how versatile he was, it was impossible to make molten scrap by car or helicopter. Even the comms given by the Mulimblin were destroyed by the influence of Undead Hunter's broadband skills.

Of course there were people waiting, but it was more than a few kilometers away. That's when you try to take countless directions and move your steps.

Ta-da-da-dada ─

I heard the helicopter's wings. The Eucharist stops its movement and looks up at the sky. The Fia Delimitation did not go, but the helicopter had to be safe, so I waited to land peacefully. The helicopter confirms his location and descends dozens of metres away.

There are two 'S' class hunters. ’

The opponent doesn't hide his moves, so he doesn't feel difficult even at a distance. There was also a senior hunter.

Unfortunately, only one of the S-class hunters landed on the helicopter. Sang-hyun gave up the helicopter hijacking once. It was near impossible not to crush the helicopter while defeating the S-class hunter.

“Even a tired civil servant can be a surprisingly calm passenger today. ”

Whether the opponent is in the military or in other forces. In the helicopter's circle light, two men walked toward the sacrament. One was an S-class hunter and the other felt he had to be good at it, but not middle-class. They were both dressed in dark robes.

“Good to see you, Se Seong Guild Leader. ”

A small one of the two opened his mouth. In a clear man's voice, it was English. The color of Robe's hat also turns green. The Chinese Army certainly didn't seem to be.

“The cost of the interview is not a substitute for that of the helicopter. Please be brief and clear on your purpose. I'm pretty tired. ”

“I can't say it's as expensive as the opponent. ”

A man smiled small and spoke.

“I heard you already know. Outside the world. ”

“Quickly.”

I expected someone to approach me when I heard from Han Eugene. The contract was broken, but the sacrament had already once held hands with the defeated side. There was already one connection, so it would be relatively easy to interfere.

It was only a day ago, but it was moving faster than expected.

“I've known it for a long time. ”

The man smiled softly.

“All that appeared in this world was God's will. ”

“Religious solicitation is not an envoy. Thinking about it, it's not a bad day for a walk. ”

I thought relaxing walking was a good choice. There have been many people who claim that the creation of dungeons and the phenomenon of monsters spilling out are God's will. Sang-hyun also met several times abroad, and concluded that it was better not to deal with fanatics.

A man turned towards him without foolishness.

“I can see the future. ”

“... Oh, my God. ”

A prophet of fanaticism. It was a class that went against the taste of the sacrament.

“Exactly what started to come to mind a month ago. Most of the futures I think of were accurate. Except for Korea. ”

His words were spilled into the back of his ear, and the movement of the sacrament that was about to walk stopped. Not the future.

‘.. a memory before the regression. ’

Then only Korea would have to be different. Due to the influence of Haneujin.

“It won't be of any use to me. You know, Korean.”

“But isn't Seng Guild Leader more frequent overseas? Also.”

A man lowers his voice.

“An out-of-world presence contacted me directly a week ago. ”

“God. That's amazing.”

“No, he has God, and God's will is the expression of the dungeon. He answered us that our faith was right. ”

A week ago, it was before the transcendental negotiations ended. Then it was most likely the Chatterbox that was already involved in this world with the King of the Sea.

The Sacrament slowly turned around and looked at the man. I think we better deal with it here. A man quickly said that he had noticed his aura.

“We shouldn't be harming each other right now. You haven't been contacted like that. ”

“I was banned from travelling abroad. I wonder what happens if you break it. I'm curious. ”

The S-class hunter standing next to the man pulls out his weapon and hears it. The white sword shines a faint light.

“I'm here to make an offer to the Se Seong Guild Leader. Those who oppose God will give you nothing. But those who serve God are different. ”

“It's so obvious I'm getting bored already. ”

“Don't you have something to hope for? As long as you're human, too. ”

If that's what you want, the eyes of the consecrated person are slightly curved.

“Unfortunately, the two of you with me are stubborn. If you have received a strange religious invitation, you will both refuse. You can also hear how crazy it is. ”

Even the collar will be grasped and left. I'm sure Song Tae-won looks ridiculous.

“... Yes? ”

“I've been living well lately, so look for someone else. ”

At the end of the words of the sacrament, the light spread. He responded as if an S class hunter was waiting for a sharply soaring lightning bolt. The white fog frozes on the blade, stiffening the lightning as if frozen. The tip of the sword then flew toward the sacrament. A long line was drawn on his cheeks, with a slight break in his head and a smooth spatula.

Right after.

Quagmire!

The helicopter exploded. A golden chain flew beside the master during the ensuing heat.

“Have a good night's walk. ”

The sacrament of salutation, which was exaggerated by the bending of its waist, finally widened the devastating current. Then he turns around and walks out. A man sighed briefly as he looked behind him.

“I can't even hear you. It was meant to be a greeting. ”

I heard a distressing cry from behind him, who had no choice but to regret it.

“The comms are all broken! ”

“... Yes? ”

They all had to walk.