Chapter 793
In a situation where the whole world turns on the lights and looks everywhere, the possibility that the prophet has hidden in a big city where there are many eyes is close to zero.
Therefore, the dense search network spread throughout the Middle East centered on the main unit was intensively monitoring the underdeveloped areas, and the same was true of the destination we headed straight to.
Wilderness spreads on both sides of the rough road, which is embarrassing to even call it a road.
A desert like the open sea and a small forest planted in places like a reef.
And there, familiar faces were waiting for me.
“Those who came from the main university are right… … uh?”
Surprise passes over the youthful face, more like a boy than a young man. Xiao Shen, who was staring blankly at me, shouted like a scream.
“Mr. Jin!”
“Damn it. Why is that Chinese kid
Are you that loud?”
Chuck Heigl, who accompanied Team Leader Choi in place of him, sighed deeply in preparation for an emergency.
“I beg you, what can I do about that guy? Every time we run into each other, it’s all about you. My ears are hurting now.”
“hmm. He follows me a lot.”
“There is a degree to follow. Wilson wasn’t even like that.”
“Who is Wilson?”
“My dog. Every time I went back after being away for a few days, I ran like a madman. They must have thought I was an intruder.”
“Isn’t that just because Wilson’s personality was worse?”
“He died three years ago. It was summer.”
F*ck. Using two cheat keys at the same time.
The combination of Tallulah and summer sensibility takes my breath away. It was to the point where I felt welcomed by Xiao Shen, who had just run like a sprinter.
“Uh, how can someone as humble as Teacher Jin come to this precious place!”
“It’s the opposite.”
“ah.”
I patted Xiao Shen on the shoulder, who had hardened like a stone statue, and looked around at the scenery.
It’s definitely a shabby place.
Because the whole place was covered with gooey blood and the stench.
And just as I was looking at the pool of blood that was like a small lake, a familiar voice pierced my ears.
“It was slow. What are you doing now?”
When I turn my head, I see someone’s figure walking through the thick darkness.
Along with the innumerable eyes of the monsters shining eerily over their shoulders.
sereung.
Dozens of hunters who accompanied me under the name of attendants reflexively drew their weapons, but I lightly waved my hand to stop them and answered calmly.
“I came as soon as possible.”
“As soon as it came, it was bullshit. I think I waited a week even if I couldn’t.”
“Of course I slept for a long time.”
“So, how dare you treat this body like this?
Did you rest comfortably after throwing it in the same neighborhood?”
“Well, it’s similar.”
“Shit.”
Sabak. Sabak.
Contrary to the grumbling voice, the joy that could not be hidden spreads over the face that has become closer.
I said hello to the Skeleton King I had met in a week.
“He was still alive.”
“I am alive. Although he was already dead a long time ago.”
It is said that three years from the beginning of Seodang will recite Poongwol.
I smiled as I watched the Skeleton King skillfully counter it.
Over his shoulder stood an army of monsters that could easily exceed a thousand at a glance.
Of course, it would be the undead army, but
“Looks like the situation is over. What about the rest?”
“does not exist. I took care of every one of them.”
At the words of the Skeleton King, I nodded.
Nodded.
If he says so, then so be it.
Even Michael Silbert, who was thoroughly hiding his identity by controlling the two coexisting energies in his body, was once suspected of being the Skeleton King.
Although he himself didn’t want it, the monster, the Skeleton King, could be said to be the best expert on magic.
‘The ability is also outstanding.’
In Moorim, the supreme master is called the one-man corps (—人軍團).
Of course, you can’t compare it to the superstar.
However, the treatment that S-class hunters receive in modern times is not much different.
All of them are superhumans who are different from normal humans or hunters.
However, even among them, Skeleton King’s ability was outstanding.
Suppressing an army of monsters alone is something that any S-class hunter can do, but finishing without any casualties in less than 30 minutes was not possible for anyone.
“Is this what Imon-Jemon is?”
“Imonzemon? what are you talking about.”
“You don’t know the lion idiom. The wise old ancestors told us… …
“Not required. I am a citizen of the great United States of America.”
“If my memory is not wrong, I must have read Alligator as Arigato a few months ago.”
“I am Japanese-American.”
“Konnichiwa.”
Are you really a crazy bastard?
I looked at the Skeleton King skillfully changing the genealogy.
But, I had nothing to say.
He blocked the monster wave by himself, so it’s only natural to praise him rather than swear at him.
But the moment I tried to turn away with a sigh. A question suddenly popped into my mind.
‘Why did you request support?’
Skeleton King is strong. As long as magic power permits, he can endlessly create an undead army, and his own strength is never weak.
But why?
Just to protect Xiao Shen?
or not… … .
‘Because of something else?’
I turned my half-turned body and looked at the Skeleton King.
As if those thoughts were clearly displayed on his face, he was also staring at me with a sunken gaze that he hadn’t been able to see until just a moment ago.
” what?”
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“What?”
The Skeleton King, who was silent for a while, answered.
“I don’t even know this body.”
” what?”
“What was it about? No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t figure out how. I tried to find it on my own, but it had already disappeared without a trace.”
“That is it. what the hell… …
“If you see it for yourself, you will understand what this body is saying. You will remember it too.”
remember what?
When I was obsessed with the question.
“Bring it.”
thud. cooong.
The three undead ogres, whose heads had disappeared at the Skeleton King’s beckoning, approached with heavy steps, and soon put down something in their hands with a cautious hand that did not match their size.
And the moment I saw the corpses of twenty-gu who must have been once human.
I instinctively realized the meaning of the Skeleton King’s words.
“……F*ck.”
Like a groan through the gap between the teeth
All the profanity mixes with the cool desert air.
Chuck Hagel, who had come to the side and checked the bodies, dropped the cigar he was holding in his mouth.
“Holy Shit.”
No, everyone was like that.
“What the hell is this… …
“Damn it. Henry?”
Sighs and swear words erupted from everywhere at the same time.
Those who do not make a sound are simply seized with astonishment.
Because the condition of the corpses was so horribly disfigured?
Wrong.
I and they both lived as hunters and saw countless terrible sights.
On the battlefield where the stench of monsters and the thick smell of blood vibrated, he did not blink an eye at the fact that his limbs had been blown off.
However, even such people would have witnessed this type of death for the first time.
Of course, except for a few people including myself.
“F*ck. Jin, please do this.”
“yes. that’s right.”
I tried to answer calmly.
Then, under the moonlight pouring in between the dark clouds that gradually dispersed, he looked at the corpses that had lost all vitality and had dried up bones and skin like mummies.
Just a month ago, in an unknown hideaway, I remembered someone who died in the same way.
“Siegfried Basman.”
There are only three of them in mankind. no, there wasn’t
One of the greatest great mages.
Something that killed him was in this desert.
belt ring.
The way to go and the way back was the same distance, but it felt so short that it couldn’t be compared to me.
Because of the thoughts that filled my head.
‘How on earth?’
It’s not just me. everyone was convinced
It was Michael Silbert who killed Siegfried Basman.
reason? It was simple.
he is a great mage Unlike Magic Johnson, a war mage who specializes in combat magic, he is a great mage belonging to the typical school district.
It was for this reason that Magic Johnson suspected Siegfried Bassman as the designer of Area A.
Because he was a master of various barrier magic and monster research based on magic circles.
Such an outstanding wizard, and that’s a waste
Could it be that a person who went so far as to cover up his hideout with a tarp?
Like Area A, his hiding place was also covered with all sorts of barriers, and those strong enough to break through the many magics are counted on the hands of the world.
And of those few strong men, the only one who had the heart to kill him was Michael Silbert.
but… … .
‘I guessed wrong.’
I realized the moment I saw the corpses.
That I, we were wrong.
At least, on the day Siegfried Basman died, the person who visited the Great Mage’s hideout was not Michael Silbert.
If it was him who ended his life, that quest window that occupied a corner of my field of vision at this moment should have disappeared long ago.
【Unknown Death】
Siegfried Basman, a secluded great mage, died for unknown reasons.
But everything has a cause.
Find out how and by whom he died.
Class: Transcendence
Restriction: Taekyung Jin
Mission: Find out the truth about death (unfinished)
success: ???
failure : ???
The system is not omnipotent.
It only hints at the direction you need to go, but it doesn’t tell you how far you are to your destination or what traps lie along the way.
Perhaps that was the case.
Right after waking up, I checked various system messages and quest windows, but I didn’t notice anything strange about them.
I just thought that since I couldn’t find out the complete truth about his death from Michael Silbert, the quest was still unfinished.
For me, the main quest called [Cataclysm] was the root I had to pluck out right away, and everything else was mere twigs.
That was a decisive defeat.
The twigs and roots have different roles, but in the end they are one body.
If you climb up the roots, you will reach the branches, and if you shoot down the branches, the roots hidden deep in the ground will come out.
It just hasn’t been revealed yet.
Even if it’s hidden right now, you’ll find it someday.
And in that sense, the person I visited the most after returning as I saw it was one of the biggest branches of the diseased tree called Michael Silbert.
“About two hours ago, someone died. Not one, but twenty.”
As soon as I sat down, a faint smile passed over the emaciated face seen across the table.
“He has a quick temper. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a cup of coffee after inviting a guest over?”
coffee. smile. customer.
I licked my parched lips.
Strangely, he doesn’t get angry. No, I may have reached the limit of my patience as soon as I started.
“I’m going to ask you one thing, so listen carefully and answer. You son of a crow.”
I head for Hugin, who has become hardened to live.
Hey, I spit out the thought that had been stuck in my head all along the way.
“Did the Prophet kill Siegfried Basman?”
Do—〒;
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