๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐: ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐ข๐ 3
Siwoo poured even more magic power into the bracelet.
An enormous electric shock surged out, and bright yellow magic power blazed out as if it would burn his body to every cell.
Crackle, crackle!
The Cyclops, who had been struggling for a long time, gradually subsided and soon turned into black ash.
Siwoo patted his palms.
ใ๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐จ๐๐ญ๐๐ง ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฌ๐ ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฌ. ๐๐ญ’๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐๐๐ซ๐ง-๐๐๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐๐ก ๐ก๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ.ใ
“Where did you even pick that up?”
ใ๐๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค!ใ
Where did Sion get that kind of book in the first place? Why would there be a witch hunt in a fairy tale?
Siwoo frowned and pondered for a moment.
‘๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฅ?’
He had a hunch that the culprit was Lo-an, but he decided to go and ask him just in case.
“We’re all set here, so let’s go.”
Siwoo said to the party.
Uljibataar was in awe.
With an admiring gaze, he looked at Siwoo and, placing his right fist on his left palm, bowed his head in greeting.
“From now on, Sir Hunter Siwoo is the savior of my life. All my brothers will regard Sir Hunter Siwoo as an Older brother, and I promise to fulfill my duties as a younger brother. As of today, I too shall regard Sir Hunter Siwoo as my Older brother! Older brother!”
“. . .Huh??”
“Chief? What about me?!”
“Sansar, from now on, do not address Sir Hunter Siwoo disrespectfully.”
Uljibataar looked at her with a deliberately solemn expression.
“Then what should I call him?”
“Hmm. . .Brother. . .Oppa?”
She nodded in understanding.
“Got it. Brother, Oppa!”
“Greetings, Older brother!”
“Oh? I’m first, little master!”
“. . . . . .”
ใ๐๐ง๐๐๐๐. ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐จ๐ง, ๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐๐ข๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ซ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ!ใ
Siwoo pondered deeply, wondering what he had done wrong.
๐ท๐ท๐ท๐ท๐ท๐ท
The situation inside the S-rank Gate was dire.
Of the over 120 Hunters who had entered, only about half had survived.
Looking at the bodies of his comrades mixed with the corpses of monsters, Ihtebnel gathered magic power in his hand and manifested a huge magic circle.
Magic-infused wind blew over the barren ground.
โNeigh!
Soon, dozens of horses made of blue wind appeared and surrounded the area.
“Rescue the survivors.”
As the caster’s order fell, the horses galloped with their hard hooves.
Ihtebnel exhaled a rough breath and plopped down on the floor.
“Are you okay, Chief?”
Uljibataar’s younger brother, Tolga, approached and tried to support him.
Ihtebnel roughly patted the guy’s head.
“Why are you like this?”
“Seeing you makes me think of the Chief.”
“Why your brother all of a sudden?”
Ihtebnel and Uljibataar were very old friends and comrades.
They had crossed countless battlefields together and protected each other’s lives to be together to this day.
But that was it.
‘๐๐ต’๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ป๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ๐ง๐ช๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.’
Ihtebnel chuckled as he checked his depleted magic power.
Once the horses brought the last survivors, his role as Chief would be over.
“Why are you laughing?”
“I’m laughing because your brother is just as ugly as you.”
“Oh, come on! I’m much more handsome than Older brother Uljibataar!”
“Hehehe. But in my eyes, you both look like the same ugly guy.”
“You seem to be okay since you’re joking.”
Tolga grumbled, but his condition seemed fine as a faint smile spread across his face.
Although he didn’t have much experience with Gates, Tolga could tell that the S-rank Gate was a space beyond the norm.
They had gone in with a group of the strongest in Mongolia, but the power of the monsters inside the gate was overwhelming.
The power of the monsters inside the Gate was so overwhelming that it made their determination seem insignificant.
Tolga couldn’t do much in front of guys who grabbed people with both hands and chewed them up or burned dozens of people to death with flames.
He could only call upon the spirits of his ancestors to boost the power of his warriors.
Tolga was deeply realizing his own powerlessness through this incident.
“Deputy Chief. When we get back, I’ll try to learn from the beginning.”
“Huh? Are you finally going to stop being a crybaby?”
“Cry. . . ! I’m determined to become a great warrior.”
“Hehehe. If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be better to ask your older brother than me? Uljibataar is the best warrior in our tribe.”
“But my brother is a swordsman, and I’m a shaman. I think it would be better to learn from Ihtebnel in that case.”
“Hmm.”
Ihtebnel smiled broadly and patted Tolga’s head once more.
It was more like an act of ruffling his hair than patting it.
“Stop it! I’m not a kid anymore.”
“Hehehe. In my eyes, you’re still too young to eat solid food. Go and drink some cow’s milk.”
Ihtebnel felt his lower abdomen throbbing.
He tried not to show it, but he couldn’t help his face from grimacing.
“Deputy Chief?”
“It’s nothing. It looks like the horses are coming back.”
His prediction was correct.
Some of the horses had turned back into magic particles from the monsters’ attacks, but most of them had survived thanks to their fast speed and were bringing back the survivors who had been scattered far and wide.
However. . . .
“Damn it, they don’t come quietly.”
Kuung. Kuuung. Kuuung!
In the distance, the figure of a huge iron golem appeared.
“Deputy Chief!! You have to escape!”
The warriors returning on horseback shouted at him.
It was unclear whether that huge thing could actually go outside the Gate.
But if it did, it wouldn’t end well.
“Tolga. Can you use your power?”
Ihtebnel asked, biting his lips.
This was the front line. There was nowhere to retreat, and they couldn’t retreat either.
Tolga took a deep breath and nodded.
“Start when the warriors are within range.”
“Yes!”
Tolga finished his answer and sat down cross-legged.
Brilliant magic power and divine power surged around him like a fog.
Tolga inhaled the fog and slowly exhaled it.
His eyes were half-open, but his pupils were blank as if they were empty.
A moment later.
The figure of a huge man appeared above Tolga’s head in a translucent form.
A warrior wearing bear skin and Mongolian traditional armor inside.
It was the spirit of ‘Borte,’ who was called the strongest man in the tribe before Uljibataar.
As the people riding Ihtebnel’s wind horses approached, Borte’s hand reached out to them.
Hwarrurrrใ ก
A warm sensation spread through their hearts, and strength began to flow through their bodies.
“Thank you, Borte-nim!!”
“It’s an honor to meet you again!”
The warriors, imbued with his power, drew their swords again and swung them at the approaching monsters.
Kwaaang!!
“Warriors, defend Mongolia!”
“Don’t stop swinging your swords!”
“This place will be our grave!!”
The monsters paused for a moment at their counterattack.
The fighting spirit of those who were prepared to die was like a fierce flame, terrifying even the monsters.
Swords and bows rose endlessly, followed by magic and sorcery.
The spirit of the great warrior enveloped them, and Ihtebnel’s magic pierced the monsters.
But that was just a brief flicker of hope.
Kuuuuung.
Raising a huge cloud of dust, the slow-moving iron golem approached.
“Damn itใ ก Die!!”
Someone ran towards the golem.
Squash.
But he was crushed like a bug by a single kick from the golem.
“It’s too. . . big.”
Ihtebnel sighed and muttered.
His wind would be useless against that iron.
Then the golem stabbed its finger into the ground and lifted a pile of rocks with a creaking sound.
It might have been just a handful for the monster, but it was as much as a 1-ton truck for an ordinary person.
“No way. . . ?”
Ihtebnel turned his head to Tolga, who was casting sorcery beside him.
As he had expected, the golem threw the handful of rocks it had grabbed at Tolga with great force.
Boooom!
“Tolgaaaaa!”
Ihtebnel turned his back, wrapping his arms around Tolga.
Please let this kid live.
Kwaaaang!!!
A deafening roar rang out.
Ihtebnel turned around, his legs trembling.
“That damn bastard is crazy.”
A strange man was glaring at the golem and cursing.
๐ท๐ท๐ท๐ท๐ท๐ท
In the past, battles between the demon race, the Demon King, and humanity were not uncommon.
To humanity, the demon race was nothing more than an external enemy that had suddenly fallen from the sky and tried to act like the landlord.
The Demon King led the monsters pouring out of the Gate and relentlessly expanded their world.
In the process, countless Hunters lost their lives in battles with the Demon King.
In fact, the world was repeatedly set back by the war that was going on almost every day.
Then, the only battle in which the Demon King was defeated occurred.
However, the incident did not cause a major stir at the time.
During the turmoil, there was no way that broadcasting stations or the internet were functioning properly.
Furthermore, since the hunter who had defeated the Demon King disappeared during the battle, there was no one to carry on his legacy.
In the end, humanity, which had been terrified of the demon race and the Demon King, judged that it was too early to defeat the demon race and made peace.
The information about the Hunter who had defeated the Demon King was erased from history as a price for the peace treaty, and the stories that had been passed down bit by bit became a joke that was neither true nor false.
The meeting was over, but none of them left their seats except for Diakan.
Kaise, who already knew the information, calmly pondered the contents of the meeting, while Arumu and Laban were unable to come to their senses at the unexpected content.
The news of Balok’s death was quite a big issue.
The death of a devil was not that common.
However, it was judged that it was possible because all the top Hunters from Korea had been sent to that S-rank Gate.
But it was said that only 10 people had entered this S-rank Gate.
[Mad Dog Guild] A single guild had cleared the S-rank Gate.
A new guild with only one S-rank Hunter, Hunter Han Tae-chi.
Ruslana and Orobas were killed by a Hunter named Min Siwoo, who was the president of that guild.
ใPandemoniumใ The pride of the 4th Hierarchy fell as low as it could go.
“It’s a sh*tty situation, but I can’t think of a way.”
Laban muttered as he cleaned up the broken table.
“I agree. If he defeated Lord Orobas, he must be stronger than you and me for now.”
Arumu said, excluding Kaise because she couldn’t gauge his abilities.
“Haha~. I’m weaker than Lord Orobas.”
“No! You’re strong enough, too!”
“If you can knock Laban unconscious, you must be the best among the 4th Hierarchy.”
“Oh my~ You’re overestimating me too much, Miss Arumu.”
Kaise replied with a faint smile as if he was flattered.
“But is there a way, Older brother? I don’t think we should just rush in like Ruslana.”
“It’s impossible to open a Gate of this scale again. It takes time to gather magic.”
Laban and Arumu each shared their thoughts.
Of course, not only the S-rank Gate, but even an A+ grade Gate could not be opened at any time.
Accordingly, there were necessary preparations, and the higher the rank of the Gate, the more things had to be prepared.
“Hmm, I have an idea. Will you two join me in the plan?”
“I’ll do whatever you say, Older brother!”
“I agree.”
Kaise smiled happily, his eyes twinkling.
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