CH 441

Chapter 441 Night Walk

It was full of smell. It was just an invisible smell, but it became a real lump, and it seemed to me that it seemed to wrap around the whole body.

The buildings and facilities of the military, once occupied by the surroundings, are only left behind. Shattered concrete piles and scattered glass fragments. A tanned tire rolled out next to a column with only the base left.

Kiyomi, a hand with a bone exposed pushes a crushed iron plate. The body, once a senior hunter, staggered and raised. No living people were left. The dead were constantly resurrecting.

But.

Gripping!

The bouncing current wrapped around the dead body. The body shattered slowly as if it were a bomb. The playback speed is slower than before.

The power to resurrect was also limited.

"Is this A grade?"

Seonghyeonje murmured, observing the observer's cold eyes toward the body. Undead's ability to revive depends on the body's stats. The lower hunter ended up smashing three or four times. The intermediate had to be shattered at least ten times, at most fifty times.

And the A-level or above was so persistent that I thought it might be revived forever. Finally, S-class.

-Nore.

Only the clothes were tattered, and the body that had been regenerated almost as it was in the past raised the shield. The expressionless and pale face spit out an unknown tingling. But the movement was quick. There was no strategy, but the combat instinct remained, and even the skill was used, and it jumped toward the only living person here.

The reinforcing bars with scuffed feet are hardened. Bingle, golden currents flowed through the iron rods hovering in the air, and as they were, they kicked strongly towards the body. A rebar that flew like an arrow pierced the undead leg. Then, even with little time difference, the second reinforcing leg is pierced through,

Qurung!

Lightning struck with two iron rods as lightning rods. The body burned darkly and began to regenerate quickly. On top of that, the light exploded. The relentless, flickering current strikes tens or hundreds of attacks in a second. If you are an ordinary person, the sharp light that has been difficult to see with your eyes wide open will only focus on one goal.

At least thousands of times. Maybe more than 10,000 deaths.

The violent light subsided and the trail near the wreckage faintly wriggled rather than a dead body. The regenerative power still seemed to remain, but it was not enough to cause the body to regenerate.

Sung Hyun-je moved to the front of the body. A barely shaped finger bone tapped his nose and scratched his nose.

"If it works, I want to hear it."

If the ego remains, about the immortality imposed on it. But it was just a moving mass.

'Even if I escape from the new moon.'

At the dawn of the day, the little chaos said.

'Your existence itself will be the same.'

Things that have been piled up do not disappear. It was already part of the existence of Sung Hyunje.

'You can take it off a little. It was the job of two guys by your side. But it also has its limits.'

He was also piled up. It's like scrambled water, so if you spread it excessively, you have no choice but to influence the current Seonghyeonje. There was some loss even if it was slightly removed without overflowing.

'So you have to keep living. Unlike the transcendental, if you want to stay in one world, you will have to be prepared to fall into a deeper sense of free than ever.'

The day will come when all around will be shed first, and those that have come again will pass, and will stand alone in an empty wasteland. Even if buds sprout, forests are created, and something new comes over the flowing water, it disappears again.

It was also to protect themselves that the transcendental beings kept a distance from the beings of the world that they managed to get along with. It was because it would be difficult to withstand the farewell that would lead to countless times if you became a friend who would be right next to you rather than the characters in the book.

'You will be more troubled because you're a long-lasting guy. It would be convenient if you would build a wall or let go of it altogether.'

It wasn't the temper to try to protect yourself in that way. Maybe it was greedy. Like self-love, close to strictness, trying not to give up anything about themselves. The strengths and the weaknesses are themselves.

A square, bone scratched the floor. A few A-class stalked and swept away by the golden chain.

Han Eugene will not live long. Even if it extends the life span of an average person, it is less than a hundred years old. Watching the last, organizing, and a few will remain in the hands of Sung Hyunje.

'Because it's lending, I bring it back in fine. Don't think about going to the wrong place.'

Sung Hyun-je's gaze briefly touched the hem of the black-red coat. This also goes into some of the remaining. Even if you say it's yours, you'll eventually return Hanyujin. Maybe laughing.

Should I ask you not to forget yourself or to forget yourself?

Song Tae-won will be able to live much longer. However, it was not known whether it could last a long time. Hundred years, at most two hundred years. Living around that age and getting old was a happy day for him.

Song Tae-won, who has been living for a long time for more than a thousand years, was hard to imagine. Instead, the last look for someone was as clear as it had been.

"You must be lonely."

A good time would be more valuable because it is not eternal.

'I hope you don't try to catch them.'

Just before dawn dawned, the young chaos finally spoke. It would be difficult to give up. So keep the contract well.

Seonghyeonje passed by a pile of bones that almost stopped moving. The moon in the sky is almost tilted. Even though he generously exerted his power toward the undead who continued to revive for a long time, he was still light.

It was thanks to drawing out some of the stacked things.

It was not a formalized skill. The simple mass of power itself was able to move slightly. Of course, there was a possibility that he could get out of control, and the young chaos gave caution.

Even if you go crazy for a while, try only in a good place.

'It's not time for you to have new abilities. It's a plate that will hang on fire for years.'

Very slowly, little by little. As the young chaos confirmed, Sung Hyun-je's self-control was very good. So it was worth trying to accept the accumulated forces carefully. However, the ability to draw skills was forbidden because of the risk of self-shake. It was only necessary to touch the mass of power itself.

And the results were not bad. Although the ability itself has not risen, the strength has been stronger.

Will I go back slowly? Seonghyeonje looked around in a stiff environment. Then, slightly, I raised my eyebrows as if it were difficult.

' You want to draw out your flight or teleportation skills.'

There was nothing left, so I had no choice but to walk. Even if he was so versatile, it was impossible to make scrap metal melted by car or helicopter. Even the communication given by the Moorimblind was destroyed by the influence of the undead hunter's wide area skill.

Of course, there were people waiting, but it was more than a few kilometers away. When you want to take directions and move steps.

Tadadatada

Hearing of helicopters was heard. Seonghyunje stopped moving and looked up at the sky. I didn't go through the Pia division, but the helicopter had to stay safe, so I waited for a quiet landing. After confirming his location, the helicopter landed a few dozen meters away.

'There are two S-class hunters.'

The opponent did not hide the momentum, so I could feel it from a distance. There were also other advanced hunters.

Unfortunately, only one of the S-class hunters descended from the helicopter. Seonghyeonje gave up the helicopter takeover once. It was almost impossible not to destroy the helicopter while suppressing the S-class hunter.

"Today, even a tired civil servant can be a surprisingly calm passenger."

Whether your opponent is a military or other force. In the searchlight of the helicopter, two people walked toward Seonghyeonje. One was an S-level hunter, and the other felt good and below intermediate. Also, both were wearing dark robes.

"I'll see you for the first time, Master Seseong Guild."

The smaller of the two opened their mouths. It was English in a fairly clear male voice. The color of the eyes revealed under the robe's hat also turned green. The Chinese military certainly didn't seem to be.

"The cost of the interview is not a helicopter. The purpose is short and clear. It's pretty tiring."

"You can't say it's as expensive as your partner."

The man smiled and spoke.

"I heard you already know. Outside the world."

It's fast.

When I heard Han Eugene, I expected that there would be someone approaching. The contract was terminated, but Sung Hyeon-je had already had a hand with Pa-Ryun-a. Since there was already one connection, it would have been relatively easy to interfere.

Even so, only one day passed, but it was a faster move than expected.

"I've known it for a long time."

The man smiled gently.

"It is God's will that all dungeons appear in this world."

"Don't refuse religious invitations. I think it's not bad for a walk."

Walking slowly was considered a good option. There has been a group of people who claim that the creation of dungeons and the pouring out of monsters is God's will. Sung Hyeon-je has also encountered several times abroad, and concluded that fanatics are better off not dealing with it.

The man said, turning around without regret.

"I can see the future."

" Oh my gosh.

A fanatic for a fanatic. It was a little bit different from Sung Hyeon-je's taste.

"It was only a month ago that I started to come to mind exactly. Most of the future I recall was correct. Only one, except Korea."

The movement of Seong Hyun-je, who tried to shed his words and walk, stopped. Not the future.

' Is it memory before regression?'

If so, only Korea would have been different. Under the influence of Han Eugene.

"It would be of no use to me. You know it's Korean."

"But, Seongil Guild is not doing more frequent overseas activities. Also.

The man lowered his voice.

"A person outside the world came in contact with me a week ago."

"God. That's great."

no. He said that God is enshrined, and that the will of God is the manifestation of the dungeon. He answered that our faith is right."

A week ago, it was before the negotiations of the transcendental people were over. If so, there was a high probability that it was a chatter box that was already in the world with the harmless king.

Seonghyeonje turned slowly and looked at the man. Should I do it here? The man quickly said if he noticed his ambition.

"Now we should not harm each other. Didn't you get that contact?"

"I was banned from traveling abroad. I wonder what will happen if I break. I have a lot of curiosity."

The S-class hunter standing next to the man pulled out a weapon. The sword of the white day gave off a faint glow.

"I am here to give a suggestion to the leader of Seseong Guild. Those who oppose God will give you nothing. But those who worship God are different."

It's so obvious that it's already boring.

"Is there anything you want? As long as you are human."

If you want. Seonghyunje's eyes widened.

"Unfortunately, the two by my side are stubborn. If you've been given strange religious invitations in return, you'll both refuse. You can even hear if you're crazy."

You will be caught and left even until you get fat. Song Tae-won's absurd expression may be worth seeing.

" Yes?

"I'm living well these days, so look for someone else."

At the same time that Sung Hyeon-je's words ended, light spread out. In response to the sharp soaring blitz, the S-class hunter responded as if waiting. The white fog is frosting on the blade and the lightening is hardened. Then the tip of the sword flew toward Seonghyeonje. The head was slightly bent and a long line was drawn on the cheeks and smooth cheeks.

Right after that.

Quawa Gwang!

The helicopter exploded. Between successive binge drinking, a golden chain flew toward the owner.

"Have a good night walk."

Sung Hyun-je, who exaggeratedly bowed and greeted, finally spread the current without lethal power. Then turn around and walk around. The man sighed briefly as he looked at the back.

"You don't listen at all. Greeting was the purpose."

I couldn't help but heard the cry crying back at his back.

"All the communicators are broken!"

" Yeah?

All of them also had to walk.

korean novel The S-Classes that i raised chapter 441

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