Hoarding in Hell Novel

Hyunmoo looked at the condition of Yanoch, but upon closer inspection, he was a little different from Yanoch. He was small, dwarf, and seemed to lack intelligence. But to Hyunmoo, he looked like him.

'Honestly, how do you distinguish a hamster?'

He wrinkled his nose again and let out a squeaky cry towards Hyunmoo. He was frankly cute, but it didn't seem like he was being friendly.

As if responding to the hamster ratman's voice, squeaks began to be heard from all directions.

Squeak, slap, squeak.

The voices that I thought were cute came out loud enough to fill the square. Hyunmoo could see beyond the darkness filled with red eyes.

The overwhelming amount of rats that seem to be able to crush him even if he just rushes in.

Soon, the hamster ratman in the middle of the square began to move.

Arrogantly, he looked at Hyunmoo through the eyes of an executioner king.

[Ratman King (LV 40)]

[The effect of the title 'Hell's Strongest' will increase the level-to-level stats.]

"You're a king, what a wretched rat."

At that moment, the Ratman King froze. The moment an unknown aura captured his heart, the Ratman King could not move at all.

Even the heartbeat was slowing down. Slowly, I saw a human approaching. No, the guy he thought was a poor, lost human wasn't even a human in the first place.

He was the devil himself, who came to behead him.

perch.

And with a short noise,

The body of the Ratman King was cut sideways by Tam's lightly wielded blade.

Hyunmoo even felt a sense of disappointment at the sight of the Ratman King being cut off like tofu.

He barely felt anything touching Tom's blade. It just felt like throwing away a lump of tofu in the shape of a mouse. However, the corpse of the Ratman King lying in half was real.

"The king is a guillotine or he is hanged. Do you understand?"

"Geeeeeeek!"

The answer came from all sides of the square, not from the mutilated Ratman King.

The moment he saw the ratman king's neck escape, the ratmans all started running in a frenzy. To be honest, Hyunmoo was a bit tired of that staggering number.

"You seem displeased to kill your king, but it's because you haven't tasted democracy yet."

Hyunmoo muttered cheerfully.

"And democracy feeds on blood."

It would be better to run like this and kill them all. However, Hyunmoo suddenly wanted to use the newly acquired item.

The moment Hyunmoo clasped O'Shet's six-handed palms and palms, the ratmen froze in surprise.

And as Hyunmoo stretched his hand out to the side again, silver chains flowed out like magic.

"Royalty."

Hyunmoo resurrected the Ratman King, which he had killed with his own hands, into the family. The Ratman King, who had just been split in half, began to rebuild his Smurf's body.

A silver chain, the binding of an oath, was woven around the neck of the Ratman King, who soon became one again.

Hyunmoo took a sneak peek at the Ratman King's condition. The Ratman King's eyes blazed darkly in purple.

Despite being on a higher level than Hyunmoo, he felt willing to obey any orders given.

"great."

Hyunmoo gave the order with a cheerful smile.

"Kill each other from now on."

The Ratman King took the whistle from his neck and immediately gave a command in a strange tone.

The ratmen who received the order looked at each other in bewilderment. But for a moment, a ratman stabbed the side of his fellow man next to him.

As the first screams erupted, horror and shock swept through the area. Next, there was only a struggle for survival.Looking at the map of hell unfolding with all his might, Hyunmoo suddenly thought of Yanok.

Come to think of it, in Difficulty: Hell, the Führer was the leader. I don't know if that guy was elected democratically, but it seems he's the guy anyway.

Hyunmoo couldn't contain his laughter as he saw the image of himself that he was subjected to by the ratmen in Difficulty: Hell and the map of hell in front of him.

There, mysterious monsters from beyond the universe made the Hell Map, but here it seems that they are nothing like that.

Difficulty: How fragile is this world compared to the monsters of Hell?

Hyunmoo chuckled, watching the deaf slaughter.

"Cute, insignificant and lovely guys, is it really a world worth protecting?"

***

Dungeon transformation stopped with a bang. A few of the hunters fell as the room that was soaring violently stopped abruptly, but they quickly regained their balance. Then one side of the wall opened, revealing a long hallway. The hunters were nervously waiting for what would come out. But after waiting for a long time, nothing came out.

“…should I go in?”

"I guess that's the only way."

It was an area that no one who had visited the truncation dungeon had ever been to.

Normally, the truncation dungeon was only known to the werewolf, the secondary goal.

It was the first information I found out that there was a dungeon transformation of this size and that there was a hidden passage.

Entering the hallway and moving forward, the enemy butterfly raised her hand with a nervous expression. She didn't open her mouth, but at about the same time she noticed what they all meant.

"...the smell of blood wafts out."

The bloody smell was so strong that even a person with a stuffy nose could not ignore. And the screams, moans, and screams that filled the hallway were also getting bigger and bigger.

The Hunters were getting out of breath.

Moving forward towards unknown monsters in the dark was enough to awaken the old fear in the memory of even an experienced hunter.

kaaaah!

"come!"

At the same time as Yoo Seong-yeon's cry, the ratman, who ran madly from beyond the darkness, collided with it.

Ratman raised his shield to block it, but he was so powerful that it almost pushed him back in an instant. With a popping sound, the ratman collided with the shield and fell to the floor.

"Did you...?"

No matter how hard he collided, the ratman died only from the impact it hit the shield. As they all looked at each other with absurd glances, it quickly became clear that it wasn't just a matter of laughing.

"What the hell is this guy kicking out for?"

But no time was given to think deeply about it either. Shouts erupted one after another from beyond the hallway, and footsteps began to rumble.

It was an overwhelming number.

Yoo Seong-yeon quickly put the defensive team ahead, and Johan offered protection. The enemy butterfly floats her aura and prepares to attack.

“The hallway is narrow! If you follow the strategy, you can stop it…….”

The horsetail of the red butterfly faded.

The state of the running monsters was strange. It was not the blind hostility or madness that had been common until now.

The guys running with their foam in their mouths threw their weapons and even grabbed each other and knocked them down, running like crazy.

At that speed, the complexion of the defense group standing in front turned pale.

"Hey, you have to run away!"

"Where?!"

At the hunter's terrified scream, the red butterfly shot at it. Hunter was not wrong. This number is not an acceptable number.

But when I ran back, it was just a closed room. Fighting in that room only made it even worse.

The red butterfly turned off the auror and quickly clinged to the defenders.

bang! The monsters collided with the momentum of the tsunami hitting the breakwater. The momentary shock was enough to push the defense team all the way back.

It was thanks to John's protection that they were thrown out and not trampled on. And the red aura emitted from the body of the red butterfly surrounded the shield and disintegrated the flesh of the monsters attached to it.

"Kill it!"

The hunters of the attack group rushed towards the monsters, but there was no need for them to be active.

The monsters that were already running like crazy from behind had pushed the monster in front at random, so those caught between the shield and the monster were being crushed. The defense team even turned their eyes to the horrific sight.

"I can't last long!"

If the defense team collapses, he dies. It was a desperate situation. If the monsters had reason to fight calmly, there would be a possibility, but in a situation where there was no way to worry about being crushed.

The enemy butterfly, knowing that he could not solve it on their own, had no choice but to turn to John.

John calmly pulled something out of his pocket.

It was a ball painted gold. John made a light sign and threw it towards the middle of the monster horde.

He fluttered both hands at the same time and cast a skill. Something like a light purple translucent curtain surged between the monsters and the hunters, separating them.

At that moment, the hallway was engulfed in huge flames along with a violent explosion. But no heat or fragments could cross the lavender curtain.

"Oh my God, the holy grenade of Antioch! I knew there was!"

“Did D&W really make something like that?”

"No, you idiot. It's not made in a lab, it's a rare item called a Fire Orb. The holy grail of Antioch is bullshit. I heard that it occasionally appears in 4-star dungeons in Syria, but I didn't expect to see it in real life."

Explosions or fragments created by mankind cannot inflict great damage to monsters. Only items with mana processing were possible.

All the hunters could see that the monsters were burning and knew that it was definitely a flame made of mana.

It was then.

With a thump, a werewolf collided with the curtain. The werewolf's cry was clearly heard because of the strange curtain that blocked the shock and fire, but did not block the sound.

Everyone was in a strange mood to see the werewolves rushing at them despite their burning flesh and fur.

"What the hell..."

Thump, Thump! The werewolf's scream was short-lived. The hallway, which was thought to have been cleared up by the explosion of the fire ball, was filled with new monsters.

They rushed and crashed into the veil as before. Same things happened as before. This time, it was not covered by the shield, so the monsters being crushed looked more naked.

"Hey, how long will this veil last?"

John had always had a serious expression on his face, but after thinking for a moment with an even more serious expression, he lifted up five of his fingers.

But they didn't immediately understand what it meant.

"Five hours?"

"If you look at your face, it's five seconds."

Yoo Seong-yeon said with a dark expression to the red butterfly.

"This is Priest John's ultimate skill, the Veil of Charity. It creates an almost absolute barrier. But from what I've heard he said that it can't be used for more than 5 minutes. Probably, he consumed a lot of mana to assist us, so it will be difficult to do more than that. We have to find a way in between."

"But this was a one-way street. There is a separate way..."

"Can't we induce the transformation of the dungeon again? If we somehow return it to its original form..."

It was just a sloppy solution. John also approached and said something as if he had decided that he had to actively resolve the urgency of the situation. But no one spoke German.

"Okay, okay, wee good. Okay? No pravlum."

I tried to communicate with Yoo Seong-yeon, but it seemed to make it even more frustrating.

“Ao-san, you white people. At the very least, you shouldn’t even have to learn English.

John also began to speak a different language as if frustrated. But he didn't seem to understand.

"What?"

"It sounds like Latin."

He was strange to hear. Because it was an ancient Latin used only in churches.

In the end, there was no communication. As time went on, John could be seen visibly weary.

John still used a lot of mana. It was clear that he was too much to use his ultimate for five minutes. It meant that the situation was so urgent that there was no other way.

The front was dark.

The monsters trampled each other on each other and climbed up to the point where their heads reached the ceiling.

There is also a limit to the amount that can be blocked. After the veil of charity is over, there is no way to hold out. If it were John, how he would survive, but no one could predict which of the rest of the Hunters would survive.

An atmosphere of giving up spread among the Hunters. There was a sign that he could not help but face the screaming monster in front of him."manager."

A hunter said with a smile as if he was frustrated.

“I didn’t know that we would be robbed of a 3-star, even though we’ve even attacked a 4-star dungeon.”

"No one would have expected it. It would have been nice if General Manager Lee Ji-tae had been there..."

If Lee Ji-tae had been there, he would have somehow boosted his mood and led him to victory in preparation for battle. Because he had the strength and charisma to do that.

But there were still only inexperienced people in this place. Nabi and Yoo Seong-yeon exchanged glances as John showed that he was visibly tired.

"Priest John, please remove the veil now."

I don't know what it meant, but it seemed to make sense.

John's shadow grew thicker under his eyes. The naked butterfly had chosen a method to save at least one person who had the potential to live, even John.

For that to happen, he had to save even a little of John's power.

"I have to go out and tell you what happened here."

Naked Butterfly said while tapping the body cam on Johann's chest. John nodded his head.

Hunters looked at the monsters beyond the veil with a firm expression. After a brief deep breath, John began to remove the veil of charity.

A monster pierced the weakened veil and held out his head. Trampling the already crushed corpses of their own people, a werewolf came out.

John's gunfire rang out. Werewolves went downhill, but it was only the beginning. Soon the monsters started pouring out like crazy.

Belated fear stood on the faces of the Hunters who were calmly prepared to die.

Thanks to a strong heart, I was able to face the fear of death. Do I have to die before then? If he had a strong desire to do so, fear came belatedly after realizing that even John had given up this time.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

Eventually, one of the defenders threw the shield and started running away.

Yoo Seong-yeon spit out abusive language and tried to catch him, but gave up and filled the gap in the defense. He couldn't help it. However, starting with him, the ranks began to shake.

"Stand and die! Don't fall in shame!"

I said so, but Yoo Seong-yeon also wanted to run away immediately. There was only one way to shake off this fear.

Yoo Seong-yeon let out his shout and ran towards him. If he dies anyway, it's better for him to die first.

But at that moment, Yoo Seong-yeon found someone who was ahead of her.

it was john

why? Was there any way? , but John still slapped the werewolf in the face with his fist.

The Hunters thought that John was fighting a desperate fight as they watched the werewolves roll around and out of the way.

"Priests are also attacking, what are you doing! Fight!"

The Hunters screamed and ran. However, Yoo Seong-yeon had a completely different idea.

John didn't rush to bravely.

He was running to die.

John was deliberately throwing himself into death.

However, Yoo Seong-yeon could not continue his thoughts because of the ratman he had bumped into.

Bang, puck.

Moans and shouts continued from all directions. There was also the sound of half weeping. Someone must be dying

Yoo Seong-yeon thought his death wasn't heroic, but he was brave enough. He shouted loudly and smacked the ratman in front of him with his shield.

"Aaaaah!"

Yoo Seong-yeon saw a werewolf warrior with a white mane running towards her. He was the one who would bring him death. Yoo Seong-yeon lifted up his shield fiercely.

But at that moment, the werewolf warrior disappeared from his sight with a loud squeak.

"Dogs are relatives of hamsters, okay?"

With nonsense that doesn't make sense.

Yoo Seong-yeon made eye contact with the man in front of her.

It was Kang Hyunmoo.

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