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Fragments of masonry intertwine with flames.

It was daytime, it was sunny, it was three o'clock, but the sky was a twilight scene, orange sky, and fiery clouds. It gives the feeling that you can't tell the time.

The city of Crossbell was in utter chaos.

Screams, wails, crackling, laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

Reverberating in the sea of burning fire was Sigmunt's hearty laughter.

The man with red hair and a red beard seemed to be made of flames. It is like a strong muscle carved out of stone, and it is full of power that makes people's hearts palpitate.

Terrible man.

Beside him, a sea of fire that beeps incessantly, places that were once shops, bars, chambers of commerce, and even houses are now completely reduced to ruins.

This terrible scenery is not a chariot or an airship, nor a bomb or a stronger weapon, but a person.

It's no wonder that Sigmund always calls himself a "war ghost who ravages the battlefield", and this word ravages is very apt.

This is not war, this is ravage, this is the unilateral deprivation of the strong against the weak, this is the unilateral destruction of the strong against the weak. As long as it is the way of war, Sigmund is the unparalleled war ghost in the world, always standing in the position of hunter, expropriator, and hegemon, ravaging his enemies.

The sturdy man held the battle axe and pointed diagonally at the enemy opposite, Sigmund cracked his mouth and smiled, the corners of his bloodthirsty mouth really flowed blood.

Water of almost the same color as his hair slowly flowed down his forehead, into the corners of his mouth, and then continued to drip from the corners of his mouth.

On his body, the hunter vest that was not very protective was almost broken, and only the close-fitting black tights remained, which was made of new materials, and was the same as what You Tatsumi wore back then, with the power of arson and impact resistance.

What is amazing is that there are also several openings in his protective suit, the shallowest one is a full 3 miles (3 centimeters) deep, and the blood stains the black clothes, and is burned by the flames, quickly becoming charred and stench.

And Sigmunt's enemies are a little more tragic than him.

Instead of wearing the battle uniform of the Karumen Consortium, Arras wore the costume of the Zephyr Brigade, a long black coat with the insignia of a blue bird on his chest.

This was a rather oppressive outfit, but because of Sigmunt's relationship, it was tattered and tattered, and it was impossible to see people at all.

His steel-solid body was covered with cuts almost everywhere, and as he breathed heavily, blood flowed like small fountains, pouring out and splashing on the ground. His lion's messy hair was also stuck to his scalp with blood foam***.

"Looks like it's time to get to the end."

Sigmund snorted, he could already hear the sound of armored vehicles, chariots, people's footsteps, and the roar of heavy machinery. Sure enough, with the weapons of the Karumon Consortium, even a little sheep like the garrison can fight hard with the lion.

Especially when the number of sheep increases......

Arras didn't reply, he couldn't answer, his vocal cords had been destroyed by Sigmund during a battle. It was a close-fitting flame grenade, and Arras opened his mouth to let out a heroic cry, but he inhaled a large amount of fire in the process, and from then on, he could only utter a single syllable.

"Kill ......"

He picked up the big sword with both hands, and the original big sword like an iron lump had long been covered with wounds, and the appearance of the potholes was almost like some kind of brain-clear artwork rather than a fierce blade of war. Sigmund wasn't much better, and the blade of the twin axe in his hand was largely destroyed, and it was more appropriate to call it a twin hammer now.

The rivals, who were on equal footing, knew each other well, and they both knew that it was time to retreat.

But......

"Commander...... Die...... Zephyr...... Annihilation, Red ...... Scorpion ......"

Sigmund was in a trance.

How many years?

Five years ago? Or seven years ago?

When was the last time you heard Arras speak?

Really, a guy who makes people like so much at all times.

In this world where people's hearts are complex and deceitful, there is only one clear spring in Arras.

This man is not for fame and fortune, he simply wants to defeat his opponents for the Chasseur King.

It's not about fame, it's about money, it's about life and death, it's all about everything.

This man, this is a man who wants to wield a sword, who wants to destroy everything. The hunter King Lujia is his only owner, and Lujia asks him to kill whoever he wants, he goes.

What a simple man.

Accustomed to those careful thoughts, and too many of those big conspiracies, only the battle with Arras can feel the thrill of pure killing.

"Now, I say, Arras. The reason why you came to me is not to avenge the head of the regiment. ”

In the face of Sigmunt's words, Arras was silent, and the hunters, known as Berserkers, rarely did not respond to their opponents with a roar.

He nodded.

"You, just want to find a worthy opponent, continue to swing the sword, and vent your emptiness."

Nod.

"Hehehehehe, I'm the same with this. Go to his deputy head of the regiment, go to his consideration of the big picture! Come on! Berserker of Zephyr! Come on, fight to your heart's content! Only in this way is our way of living! ”

Needless to say, the two people who were baptized by the war tacitly raised their murder weapons and rushed towards each other.

"Stop! This is the Crossbell Wehrmacht, you stop ...... right away."

The Wehrmacht soldier who had just arrived, before he could say anything to persuade him to surrender, the howling storm sealed his words, and the two men exchanged blows, and the fierce fighting spirit was fiercely hedged, it was like a tornado of rage, even heavy armored vehicles could not match this force, and the strong storm blew everything away.

The flames gradually stopped.

――――――――

"Damn! Is it over? ”

After more than thirty minutes on the water, Randy finally returned to land, but the dry air was full of bitter smells, and he could understand the panic here when his perception was dulled.

He stole a glance at Theo, a child with a rare expression, one of pain, panic, and forbearance.

For her, it is also a harm to have such excellent perception.

Randy carried the Berserker on his shoulder, and the keen touch of the hunter days quickly spread through his brain, and he followed his instincts and chased after the place where the war was going on.

The battleground of Raeder and Mussell.

Without saying a word, the whistling bullets broke the stalemate on the battlefield. Raeder and Mussell quickly retreated, as if they had agreed, and as soon as they found out that Randy was coming, everyone immediately retreated.

"Raeder!!"

Of the three warring men, only this person is familiar with Randy, and it turns out to be an outlet for Randy's anger.

"Hey, Randy, don't blame me this time. This is the declaration of war by the Karumon Consortium on the Red Constellation, they fought first. Moreover, I did not lead the army, you should know, I have already released the water. ”

Reddell paused, turned around, stood on the ruins, and said to Randy.

"Damn! You guys, you guys to the end! ”

"Alright, Randy, that's your problem. Bye-bye, if you have something to say, you can come to the Crimson Chamber of Commerce...... Hawkers, I hope it's not ruined there. ”

After saying that, Raeder's figure flashed and disappeared.

It's hard to understand what's going on. (To be continued.) )