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.”
ใโ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.ใ
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 [๐๐ญ๐๐ก๐ฅ ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐].”
“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, [๐๐ญ๐๐ก๐ฅ ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐] and Guild Leader Layla will collapse miserably.
To take their place, an organization called ใAllmachtใ caused this incident.
“Then what are you guys?”
“โโ”
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,
โKiiiiii
The blood soon turned into numerous ghouls.
“Hehehehehe. Let’s start~~.”
The necromancer Ivan’s eyes turned black.
๐ท๐ท๐ท๐ท๐ท๐ท
๐๐ธ๐๐๐ฌแดแดส๐ขแดแนก.๐๐ ๐ข
Swoosh!
โWoooohooo
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. . . .”
“[๐๐ญ๐๐ก๐ฅ ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐] 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?”
“Ohใ ก 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.
‘๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ง ๐ค๐ง ๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐๐จ ๐๐๐ฃ๐จ๐.’
However, the forest that surrounded them was vast and sprawling.
Stephan pushed his skill to its limits.
A fierce aura was clearly felt nearby.
‘๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐ฎ!’
He realized the urgency of his mission and ran with all his might.
‘๐๐๐๐ง๐’๐จ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ฎ ๐ข๐โ ๐๐๐ง๐’
However, Stephan’s thoughts were cut short.
Thud.
Someone stepped over his shattered head.
Dullahan.
The headless horseman.