Hoarding in Hell Novel

Hyunmoo was speechless.

He stared at the ceiling, then stared at the wall, sighed, and barely opened his mouth.

"Congratulations... it should be congratulated, right?"

It is right to celebrate the birth of a new life, no matter what. However, it is subtle to say that it is a new life because Ha-hyeon does not directly give birth.

Besides, did it make logical sense to be a younger brother who gives birth to an older sister?

'Monstril, you motherfucker.'

It reminded me of Montstril's smirk.

Hyunmoo sighed once more, feeling his deep anger at Montstrille.

"Hey, Hyunmoo. Don't worry, the fight won't be too much of a problem. I've been resting for a while, so there's a lot of spiders, and I have about 20% surplus of spiders in case of emergencies. That'll be enough."

Ha-hyeon seemed to be worried that his power would weaken and he would interfere with the fight. But Hyunmoo wasn't worried about that.

Ha-hyun is a powerful force, but it is not his core strength.

The problem was different.

“Is that… will Sang-hyeon come back to life?”

“It would be nice, but…”

Ha-hyun muttered as if it was a pity.

"All that my sister has left is the skeleton. The newly born Sang-hyeon is based on my spider, so her memories and abilities will follow me. She looks the same as her sister, but I can't call her sister."

It was literally nothing more or less than a gift to Ha-hyun.

That means, at least, that there is no such thing as a ghost resurrecting and accusing a murderer.

Hyunmoo was relieved at least in that respect.

Of course, the killer has to live with the ghost's face.

'Damn it, it was a quest, what do you do? He said he had no choice but to not kill even Ha-hyun.'

Hyunmoo cursed Montstril inwardly. Judging from the current situation, it seemed that there was no intention other than to make fun of Hyunmoo.

Sanghyeon, who was just born, is not expected to become a powerful force.

"Other than that, did Montstril send you anything? Are you just watching?"

"Well. I don't know much about spiders other than that I see more spiders than usual."

Hyunmoo almost had another fever, but he changed his mind. It's better to show weakness than to have Montstril actively intervene right now.

They have to look like they're not a threat at all, so they can fight each other.

'No, you have to think that there is basically no help whatsoever.'

self-renewal... … If you start relying on someone who doesn't know your intentions, it's over.

It's unlikely that Monstril would do him any harm, but still, she'd rather keep her distance, unless she eventually intends to become her clan.

"Okay. Let's see."

***

Curie and Lampel divided the centurion in half and dragged fifty men each.

It was a waste of power to drag a hundred people down the same route at once. However, since it is not a large number, it is better to approach them separately.

Due to the low ceiling in the basement, they couldn't bring the electric horse they were proud of. However, the narrow and low ceiling was not disadvantageous to them.

No, it was rather advantageous.

"atmosphere!"

At the sound of footsteps pounding at the end of the sewer, Curie stopped immediately and shouted.At her command, the iron-blooded soldiers lined up and formed a formation.

Eventually, I could see the ghouls running, regardless of the appearance of the fiery iron-bloods.

"shield!"

At the same time as Curie's shout, the iron bloodmen at the forefront raised their shields at the same time. A steel barrier was erected, and the iron-bloods standing in the second row aimed their spears at the shield.

At the sudden appearance of the steel barrier, the ghouls stopped in bewilderment.

If they saw anything to eat, they would run away, but now all they could see was a wall.

But she didn't want to sit still because Curie didn't attack her.

"Advance!"

Thump, Thump, Thump.

The sound of footsteps advancing one step at a time in a single squadron came dauntingly.

The ghouls hesitated, but they couldn't get out because of the ghouls coming from behind. Even before the windows could even hit, the heat rushed in.

"Kye-ae!"

The heat emitted by the fifty iron-blooded soldiers was so hot that even the ceiling heated up. The narrow tunnel itself was almost like an oven.

Ordinary flesh ripened in an instant. Even before the fight, the ghouls were burning and struggling.

Some of them couldn't stand it and ran, but in any case, they would only cling to the heated iron shield.

The iron-blood slammed his shield on the floor, and the blackened ghoul fell to the floor and trampled on it.

"Karl, cool look!"

The ghasts arrived while the ghouls fled or scattered clutter.

The ghasts boasted a size equal to or larger than that of the Iron Blood, but they did not have much intelligence or unity.

One of the ghasts screamed and hurled through the flames. The moment he wanted to destroy the ranks by hitting the shield wall as it was, the spear that came out suddenly pierced his head and stopped.

Starting with that, dozens of spears simultaneously ripped open major areas such as the heart, lungs, liver, and neck.

It was an instant when the disbanded ghasts were trampled on by the iron blood soldiers.

The ghasts who were hesitant to escape because of the order were also slaughtered one after another.

The fighting power of the iron-blooded soldiers, which were controlled like a single creature, was so powerful that it was far away.

Soon the ghasts and ghouls began to fall behind.

The moment the enemies run away is the best time to get the most out of it. The iron-bloods gave strength to their legs in anticipation of the slaughter that would soon occur.

"stop!"

However, despite the absolute advantage, Curie abruptly issued an order to stop.

The iron-bloods, whose only desire was to slaughter their enemies, were disappointed. But the command of the superior is nothing but a command of God. They stopped right away.

Curie's eyes twinkled and he looked ahead. It felt strange. He only had a foreboding, but he only thought that he should not go forward recklessly.

"You, you. Go forward."

Curie took the two iron-bloods and took the lead in the vanguard. And he followed carefully behind him.

It was just an ordinary sewer. Except for the bizarre groans of the ghouls as they ran away, I couldn't hear any special sounds.

It was then.

Curie noticed a pale green light flickering before his eyes. She quickly let out her shout.

"Get away!"

But her shouting was late. From a sewer that seemed ordinary, she suddenly sprouted her teeth, and she quickly swallowed up the spearheaded iron-bloods.

One of hers pulled out quickly, but her right upper body was cut off as if it had been removed.

"Looks back! Archers!"

Iron-bloods wielding huge iron longbows hung flaming arrows and drew their bowstrings.

With a sound like being hit with a siege pendulum, flesh was cut all over its body.

The Dwarfmaw screamed and ran to the other side of the sewer. All that was left was the iron blood disease that lost his right arm.

The rescue of other iron-bloods who were at the forefront was not expected.

Curie rescued the wounded iron-blood and sent it to the rear.

Healing can be done by his affiliated blacksmith. But for the time being, the power will not be available.

Curie felt annoyed.

He said, 'Is it fortunate that we ended up with this amount of damage to the Land Chorong Anglerfish?'

Dungeonmaw can also be disguised as an entire sewer system.

If he hadn't been paying attention, he could have dragged the 50 iron-bloods into his mouth.

However, even a single loss was not worth it for Curie.

'The whole starving family is no match for us. But… … .'

The problem was that the power was constantly being worn out. He was also losing his prudent self like this one by one, but Rampel didn't want to know what it would be like.

'Is it better to join and go?'

Then he might have been able to give Lampel a little bit of attention.

However, he could not let go of the thought that Rampel, who leaned on his quick judgment, might have an advantage in the current situation. The two used to support each other in that way.

'No, at least if there was Alhugin.'

Alhugin is unlucky, but an apostle is an apostle. Curie became increasingly regretful of that vacant seat.

'If even the weeping star intervenes here, it would be a real mess.'

***

Crackle, clack.

A tall man was walking on the subway tracks. On the subway railroad tracks, charred and burnt corpses were scattered everywhere.

A man in a trench coat and a fedora hat stepped over the corpses, inspecting the condition of the corpses or even picking them up.

"Hmm, why is this already here...?"

The man looked at the lesions of his corpse with his gloved hand and tilted his head puzzledly.

But no one was there to answer that question.

The man took a cigar from his arms and lit it. Even though he had a body that had no meaning even if he smoked, he was satisfied with the act of smoking itself and moved on with his steps again.

The procession of corpses continued uninterrupted. I don't know if he's going in the right direction, but the man didn't care too much.

Whoever is ahead, who is behind.

In the end, the owner he serves wins.

Thump, thump.

The man heard loud footsteps echoing from the other side of the tunnel.

Soon, bright lights began to appear along the curve of the railroad track. The man stopped immediately.

A flaming knight striding at the front with the loud sound of footsteps.

The man could immediately recognize his opponent. It was Lampel, the apostle of the conquering star.

Rampel and the iron bloodmen also ran, and soon found a man standing in the middle of the railroad tracks. Even a tall man seemed dwarfed compared to the iron-blooded men. Besides, I was alone.

But Lampel recognized immediately who the unusual-looking man was.

"...Ivanov?"

"Rampel."The man called Ivanobra answered with his white chin wide open.

His bony body lacks lungs and oral structures. He merely moved his jaw to pretend he was the voice he had magically created.

Ivanov glanced at Lampel's body, brushing off the ashes of his cigar.

"It looks like you've already had one."

Lampel's steel skin was covered with scars here and there. He didn't seem to have suffered any major damage, but there were quite a few traces that seemed to have been repaired by his blacksmith.

Despite Ivanov's relaxed attitude, Lampel showed a rather tense look.

“Why are you… then, is the agent of the Weeping Star also moving?”

"Hmm, why?"

"Because, you're an agent's poet... No, you're like a secretary!"

It was not known what Ivanov felt at Lampel's words. Because he was a skeleton without facial muscles.

Instead, Ivanov pretended to suck the cigar again. He didn't have lungs to suck in the smoke.

"No, I am moving alone this time. There is no need for a representative to step forward in this kind of case."

"alone?"

Lampel looked around. As Ivanov said, there were no traces of the other family members.

However, I couldn't figure out what kind of guts a concept bug pervert who smokes cigarettes and carries a gun that is useless to monsters, appears alone as an alternative skeleton.

"...you seem pretty confident."

Lampel gave a fiery smile. Ivanov is the agent's entourage and is known to be quite strong, but alone he will have his limits.

The iron-bloods noticed Lampel's will and quickly formed a formation. But Ivanov still showed no sign of nervousness.

"You seem to have forgotten your purpose. Lampel. Isn't it your purpose to hunt me?"

"After all, if it's an apostle of another star, it's better to kill him when he can."

"You are arrogant and arrogant. You fool. You put death on that pathetic mouth."

Ivanov tossed his cigar at Lampel. The cigar hit Lampel's armor and fell to the floor.

Lampel's fire burned more wildly.

"Don't kill me."

Lampel thrust his spear into his back, and instead drew out a huge bayonet.

It was a sword burning with flames larger than Lampel's height.

Ivanov quietly raised the Thompson machine gun.

Rampel's eyes lit up with sympathy. The agent said he was a geek, so he went crazy because he looked like him.

"Where are you pathetic about guns..."

In an instant, flames erupted from the muzzle of the Thompson machine gun.

Lampel flinched, unknowingly, but the bullets fired hit his armor and melted away outrageously.

The bullet did no damage to Lampel. But his expression hardened.

It wasn't the gunshots that were heard when the bullets were fired. There were terrible screams.

"A song for the dead always gives me goosebumps."

Soon after, screams that seemed to boil over the entire tunnel resounded.

It was the moans of countless monsters that had just been killed and slaughtered.

All the corpses that heard the gunshot's screams, the undead they smashed, and even some iron-blooded warriors who had died in the battle with Ytwolo were revived and stood up.

Rampel thought Ivanov was smiling.

Although the skeleton is always smiling.

"So many troops are waiting for our master's orders, so why do I need to bring my family?"

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