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His voice trembled with boiling anger.
Gunner squeezed all the magic power in his dantian and unfolded the spell again.
This time, I’ll tear the bastard in front of me to pieces!
I’ll pulverize it, not even leaving a corpse!
At the moment when he was about to summon the spear with such determination,
“Kekekkek, game over-!”
Poof!
Ivan’s fingers dug into Gunner’s head.
“W. . . hat the hell??”
Gunner’s eyes rolled inward.
Quack!
Eventually, the head explodes.
“Hehehehehe. . . Mr. Gunner. We’re just cooperating with Allmach. . . This son of a b*tch. . . kekekkek.”
Ivan took off the hood of his robe, giggling at something funny.
Dazzlingly white hair fluttered in the moonlight.
“What the hell are you doing, you son of a b*tch?”
Ivan, who asked the question, brought his blood-soaked hand to his tongue.
He had a scar on his mouth that was torn to his ears like a joker.
“I’m just a guy who takes a walk.”
“Hehehe. That’s funny. You son of a b*tch talking nonsense.”
“What are you?”
Ivan giggled at Siwoo’s words and rolled up his robe sleeves.
A forearm wrapped tightly in a tattered bandage.
“I am a laughing person. kekekkek. When I laugh, you sons of b*tches obey my words.”
【ℍ𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕕. 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕟.】
The other robe next to Ivan watched them without interest.
Siwoo observed his enemies and replied.
“Yes. But the one who died by you didn’t listen to you?”
“Hehehehe. Gunner is not ‘us’. He was just a son of a b*tch who wanted to suppress [𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐡𝐥 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝].”
“Oh, is that so?”
Siwoo realized Ivan’s words and ‘that b*tch’ Gunner had mentioned.
If they turn the meeting place of the HSIU branch managers into chaos, [𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐡𝐥 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝] and Guild Leader Layla will collapse miserably.
To take their place, an organization called 〈Allmacht〉 caused this incident.
“Then what are you guys?”
“━━”
Ivan erased his smile at Siwoo’s question and bowed his head deeply.
Silence engulfs the darkness.
An eerie wind blows.
The leaves are shaking.
A brief silence.
Ivan’s shoulders gradually shake.
A creepy madness eats away at the silence.
Ivan’s laughter, like scratching metal, filled the forest.
“Kekkekkekkekkekkekkekkekkekkekkekkekkekkekkekkekkekkekkek.”
Siwoo instinctively took a few steps back.
A huge aura emanated from him, who laughed like a madman.
An indescribably sticky and ominous sign.
That fierce, primal evil mixed with Ivan’s magic power, like black ink spreading into a drop of water, enveloping his body.
A distant darkness devours the darkness of the surroundings and grows its own shape.
Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, bubbles.
Ivan untied the bandages on both arms.
There were many wounds filled with blood there.
“Who do you think I am~~~~~~~~!!”
Ivan pressed his nails deep into his arm and ripped it deep and hard.
Zizi-zizi-zizi-!
Bright red blood flowed down to the ground.
A foul odor arose as if dirty mucus was burning,
━Kiiiiii
The blood soon turned into numerous ghouls.
“Hehehehehe. Let’s start~~.”
The necromancer Ivan’s eyes turned black.
🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷
𝐚𝘸𝚎𝐛𝐬ᴛᴏʀ𝐢ᴇṡ.𝚌𝕠𝙢
Swoosh!
━Woooohooo
The hunters were bewildered by the wave of ghouls that surged in like the tide.
It had already been an hour, but for some reason, the number of ghouls showed no signs of decreasing.
“Aargh! Damn it!! Weren’t these the ones coming out of the Gate?! Why do they keep on coming even after I kill them!”
“Even if it is a Gate, this is just too many. . . .”
“[𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐡𝐥 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝] Guild Leader. Is there by any chance a place nearby where a massacre took place?”
“No, there is no such place.”
Layla replied in an exhausted voice.
This assembly hall was chosen as the place with the least monster manifestation.
But suddenly a huge Gate appears?
Or did the ghouls spontaneously generate due to abnormal magic power?
This was statistically impossible.
“Is it possible that someone summoned them?”
“Ohㅡ It’s Halloween today, right? This is the dawn of the living dead! I am the maker! Of Mexican salsa sauce!”
“Martinez, using premium ingredients to make a sacred food is an insult to chefs. These things should just be made into Belgian waffles!”
“Hey!! Marco! You French fry who’s nothing without the Eiffel Tower, how dare you insult Belgium?!?!”
When Marco insulted the Belgian waffles, the Belgian hunter Pascal screamed at the top of his lungs.
“Everyone be quiet. The next wave is coming.”
Layla raised her hand to stop the chatter of the others.
“It seems like someone’s doing this. . . Could it be a necromancer?”
“Oh come on, that’s a joke. Even if it was, they’d only be able to summon a few at most. Don’t you know that humans can’t handle that much magic?”
Most skills use pure mana as an energy source.
A rich and abundant element that flows through nature.
However, some skills manifest not from mana, but from magic power.
A twisted ability that defies the laws of causality and the logic of the world.
Necromancers were a prime example of this.
Of course, since the amount of magic power a human can handle is limited, even a hunter who had mastered necromancy wouldn’t be able to conjure up this many ghouls.
“Stephan.”
“Yes, you called.”
Layla’s subordinate answered her call immediately.
“Something’s strange. Use your skill to scour this vicinity.”
“Understood.”
Stephan vanished as if melting into the shadows.
His skills, which specialized in tracking and stalking, shone even in the midst of chaos.
He moved his feet to find the root of this situation, without being detected by the ghouls.
‘𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚.’
However, the forest that surrounded them was vast and sprawling.
Stephan pushed his skill to its limits.
A fierce aura was clearly felt nearby.
‘𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙮!’
He realized the urgency of his mission and ran with all his might.
‘𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙖━ 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’
However, Stephan’s thoughts were cut short.
Thud.
Someone stepped over his shattered head.
Dullahan.
The headless horseman.