[Hunter] Meteor Road

The.

"Kurolo," Ling stopped a few steps in front of Kurolo, "Where's Annan?"

Kuroro looked up at Ling.

Obviously, it was Ling who lost control of his mind and used it too much, but Kuroro looked more haggard than Ling at the moment, and his eyes were redder and bloodshot.

"Ling, you can't go to that place." Kuroro said, but his voice was hoarse like a snake's tongue.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ling said disdainfully.Make a gesture to move on.

"Ling," Kuroro stopped again, "You have no reason to go to that place."

Kuroro's meaning is already obvious.I froze in place, and Maggie gasped.

"Liar." Ling's shoulders trembled, but his eyes didn't dare to look at Kuroro.

She knew that if she looked into Kuroro's eyes, she could see that Kuroro wasn't lying.

"Really," Kuroro replied calmly, his voice still too hoarse, "I've made sure of that."

As he said that, Kuroro squatted down, put the cloth bag in his hand on the ground, and opened it up little by little.

Kuroro didn't slow down on purpose, but I felt that I was anxiously waiting to see what was in the cloth bag for a century, but I vaguely guessed the result, desperately denying my stupid conjecture I wish Kuroro could slow down a bit.

The cloth bag was slowly opened.Even though I was ready, I was still scared and screamed.And there was a series of air-conditioning sounds around him.

"Yes," Kuroro, who had put Annan's head down, stood up, looked straight at Ling with staring eyes, and said, "I killed it."

Ling's whole body trembled violently, and the ominous power of thought that enveloped her danced wildly like a tornado.

"Are you angry? Are you angry? Do you hate?" Kuroro looked at Ling calmly, no different from Kuroro who played with Ling when the two were fighting and fighting, "Then come and kill me. "

"Wait..." Before I could say anything, Ling strode forward and grabbed Kuroro by the collar.

Immediately afterwards, a huge force of thoughts rushed to my face, blowing me down and rolling me far away.

I barely stabilized my figure and struggled to get up.Not only me, but everyone except Kuroro was thrown far away by Ling's thought power.But at this moment, above Ling's head, dark clouds were densely covered, and lightning and flint flashed in the air from time to time.

Kuroro, who was clutched by Ling's collar, was admiring the lightning flashes in the air as if he was looking at the scenery.

"Sure enough, this is Ling's true power. It's not the simple transformation of non-existence into existence in the materialization system, nor the unrestrained imagination of the special system, but the transformation system. Relying on the manipulation of electric currents that are so small that no one can detect, change matter The structure of the material, and then by remembering the composition of the decomposed material, copy new material. Infinitely create scarce material, to ensure the basic survival of yourself and the people around you, it is really in line with the desire of Ling's character. "

Kuroro lowered his head, looked at Ling who was trembling in front of him, and laughed: "But this kind of ability that relies entirely on precise control is released so recklessly and without any scruples, isn't it powerful? It only burned me. collar."

Ling didn't look at Kuroro, even the hand that was tightly clutching Kuroro's collar kept trembling.

In Ling's hand, Kuroro's collar had been burned to charcoal by the electric current.But the skin under the collar was unscathed.

"Kurolo, you've overdone it." Ling lowered her head and asked in an inaudible voice, "Will you be fine from the beginning and I won't kill you?".

"On the contrary, after doing such an excessive thing, I have already made up my mind to be killed by you. This can be regarded as the price of forcibly changing my fate." Kuroro held Ling's hand holding his collar, and said, "It's just that I'm still secretly looking forward to the possibility of changing my destiny without paying a price."

Ling's hand slowly loosened Kuroro's collar, but Kuroro still held it in his palm.

"What a pity," Ling suddenly smiled coldly, "such a cheap good thing doesn't exist in Meteor Street."

A trace of doubt flashed across Kuroro's face, but he immediately noticed the strangeness of Ling's hand in his hand.

At first, Kuroro thought that the black air was just the color of Ling's mind power, but when he got it in front of his eyes, he found that Ling's fingertips had darkened.

Kuroro, who was in doubt, couldn't help touching the blackened part lightly with his fingers.

The fingertips were like charred charcoal, falling silently.

Kuroro, who was already much calmer, suddenly turned pale with fright.

"You idiot! What did you do!" Kuroro couldn't help shouting at Ling hysterically, with the panic that Kuroro had never shown in his life.

It was only at this time that Kuroro noticed that before, he thought that Ling's trembling was only due to anger, but after a closer look, this anger was mixed with suppressed pain.

And the black thought force bit by bit, starting from the fingertips, nibbled away at Ling's body, and the flesh and flesh wherever it went were scorched by the electric current, and fell off the body bit by bit.

Ling smiled feebly, and said, "It's just that I made a 'vow and restriction' that was a bit too much."

Seeing Kuroro's expression of never giving up until she made it clear, he added: "The strength will continue to increase until all those who have hurt or are about to hurt Annan are killed."

As long as you don't kill all the enemies, you will never stop, even if your strength has gone berserk, and the uncontrollable current burns yourself.

"You idiot! Do you know what you're doing!" Kuroro lost control completely.Just shouted at Ling.

In the madness, Kurolo pressed Ling's hand to his heart: "Then stop quickly. Kill me quickly. Anyway, that's what I planned. Doesn't Ling hate me too, don't want to kill me?" me!"

The rampage of thought power has already made Ling weak, and the pain she has been enduring has reached the limit. "It's true, but I hate you very much, and I want to kill you so much that I'm going crazy."

As soon as the words fell, Kuroro was delighted to feel a powerful force of thought coming towards him through Ling's palm, but the joy was instantly replaced by despair. When he realized that the force of thought did not penetrate his heart, but When pushing hard.

"But if Kuroro dies, who will take care of everyone?"

During the gust of wind and lightning, Kuroro heard Ling's voice.

Kuroro, who was pushed away, immediately stabilized his body and struggled desperately to rush back, but was blocked by the power of thought that ran away like a tornado, and he couldn't get closer.

Kuroro saw the center of the tornado, in the middle of flying sand and rocks and lightning and thunder, Ling slowly raised his hand, with his right hand attached to the back of his left hand, and both hands were folded on his heart.

The right hand is creation and the left hand is destruction.

Kuroro, who realized Ling's intentions, was shrouded in unprecedented fear.He thought that he had already prepared for the worst tonight, and he had already accepted the end of his own death, but this ending was hundreds or thousands of times worse than what he expected.

"Ling! Don't! Ling!"

In the tornado, Ling's long hair and clothes flew together, but his face was calm and firm.

"Krollo, the brigade will be handed over to you."

The power of thought gathered in the left hand, covering Ling's whole body for a while.

Just like the countless weapons and supplies that Ling had decomposed, Ling's body was decomposed little by little under the force of thought, turning into ashes.

"Ling!"

Kuroro yelled hysterically again, but before his voice disappeared, Ling had already dissipated.

The author has something to say: I am really sorry that it took so long to update the last chapter

Since school started, I have been extremely busy.

That concludes the first part.The ending was set before, but it was finally spit out.

Some follow-up explanations will be explained in the afterword.Should be able to spit it out this week.

Welcome to continue to pay attention to the development of the second part

I will open the pit after I finish my work in December

I will definitely not procrastinate for so long!real!Please believe me!

PS: Ling's ability refers to the black ability of the black contractor, but his discharge is an appearance, and changing substances is an advanced application, and Ling is the other way around.

☆, Is it a postscript?

"How long has it been since we last met, three years? Five years?" The old man in white robe stood leisurely on the garbage dump, stroking his beard and teasing the young man in a blond suit in front of him.

"Oh, President Nitero really forgets things too much." Pariston still had the same smile on his face, but there was some dust on his face, and,

The left eye was blue and swollen, a big panda eye with black oil.

"Speaking of which, who beat you like this?" The old man named Nitero stroked his snow-white beard, and looked at the extremely discordant panda eyes on the face of the radiant Pariston with interest.

There are many people who want to hit this guy on Meteor Street, which is nothing surprising, but they can hit him, but they just let him go with a panda eye. Nitro can't think of such a person.

Well, I'm not a local, so it's normal not to know such a character.Thinking of this, Netero let go of his exuberant curiosity.

"So you called me here just to show me this?" Nitro looked into the distance.

This is considered to be the commanding height near the 13th district, and you can have a panoramic view of most of the 13th district at a glance.

Pariston followed Netero's gaze, but all he saw were large mountains of rubbish.

But he knew that President Nitro was watching a group of Pallistone's "acquaintances" out of his sight.

"Is that the little girl who can't even beat Jeno?" Nitro stared into the distance with interest, "It's such a terrifying power of thought, it's so terrifying, we can't let her continue to exist in this world. "

Even if he couldn't see it, Palliston knew exactly what Netero saw.

After all, everything is led by himself.

"Pariston, is this the answer you spent six years giving me?" Nitero turned his head and looked at Pariston who stood obediently behind him without showing any real expression.

Although six years ago, that kid who was only 13 years old had the same virtues, but now that he has grown up, it is even more troublesome.

It's like the face and heart don't belong to the same person.Never see the real thought.

"Yes, this scene has been in my mind since six years ago. Everything is exactly as planned." Pariston opened his eyes with a bright smile, pretending to look at Nitro sincerely.

"You kid, do you want to scare me with power?" Nitro smiled disdainfully, "Although the power is indeed terrifying, I'm not scared enough to go back to my hometown because of pure power."

"Of course not. And if there is nothing wrong with the plan, this power will disappear without your hands." Pallistone spread out his right hand, asking Nitro to continue watching the show.

Suddenly, a powerful force of thought swept over like a tornado, and Pariston, who couldn't read, was almost blown away after such a distance.

And in the distance, where Pallstone could not see, a large dark cloud was gathering.

"What is this, how could it be, why!" Nitro stared blankly at what happened in the distance, and his teasing expression just now was replaced by surprise.

Immediately, Netero's face darkened, as if he had fallen into deep reflection.

It was as if the belief that he had been holding on to for many years was overthrown in one fell swoop.

"Is this what you have been preparing for six years to show me?" Nitro murmured, still staring intently into the distance.

The strong wind and lightning became even more raging, as if struggling for the last time.

Pariston lowered his head and covered his injured left eye.

In places that Pariston can't see, everything is going on as Pariston planned.

Even Nitro's expression in front of him was exactly as I expected

However, I was relieved as I didn't expect.

Did that person, in the end, still not catch up?

Before Nitro found out, Pariston hurriedly put away his disappointed expression.

With strides, he walked up to Nitro in the strong wind, turned around, and turned his back to the direction of the strong wind and lightning.

"Yes, this is what I plan to show Chairman Nitro in six years."

With his back against the strong wind, Pariston spread his arms and looked at Nitro with an almost crazy expression.

"How are you satisfied, President?" Pariston's clothes fluttered in the strong wind, like a kite about to be blown away

"This is mine, cover letter."

I don't remember when I left. When I came back to my senses, I was already sitting under the ruins of a house with everyone in a daze.

Where am I?Oh yes, this is Meteor Street, which is District 13.This dilapidated house must have been affected by the war.Then I should not be far from the incident.

Where it happened, what am I thinking?what happened?what happened.

Oh, by the way, I remember that Jeno left and saw Ling, and what else happened.

The brain seems to be dead and refuses to function.

Is this a dream?seems like it.It seems not.

I looked around and it was great that everyone was there.

Maggie, Xia Ke, Nobunaga, Wo Jin, Fei Tan, Funks, Franklin.

Wait, it seems that someone is missing.

By the way, Kuroro is not here.Where is Kurolo?

Wait, there seems to be someone missing?Who is missing?

Who is it?

Suddenly, two familiar faces appeared in my mind. For a moment, I felt as if I was suddenly thrown into an ice cellar, and my whole body shivered from the cold.

I shrank my legs and hugged my knees tightly in my arms.

The original, most important ones are not here anymore.

I buried my face in my knees, my chest tight and I couldn't breathe.

My nails were gripping my leg so tightly that it was almost bleeding, but I couldn't feel any pain.

However, I didn't shed a single tear.

Once upon a time, as long as I shed a tear, the two people who would come out to protect me are no longer there.

So, no more tears.

After an unknown amount of time, Maggie patted my shoulder and motioned me to stand up.

Kuroro did not know when he had returned, and was standing among the crowd at the moment.

There is no sadness on the pale face

Just like my face, there are no traces of tears

I was delirious, listening to Kuroro's voice as if from another life in a daze

"My orders come first"

"However, my life is not the top priority"

“I am also part of the brigade”

"It is not individuals who should survive, but brigades"

After listening to the end in a daze, I finally realized that this scene seemed familiar.I raised my head and looked at Kuroro with firm eyes.

"Although I don't believe in the afterlife, I think there are ghosts in this world"

"So, I will complete their unfinished business"

"Ling said he wanted me to take care of the brigade, so let me protect the brigade instead of Ling. Leave Meteor Street, go to the outside world, and do anything wrong."

What a boring manifesto.I raised my head and looked at the spotless sky on Meteor Street.

Fate is still the same, it hasn't changed at all.

The author has something to say: It has been updated again, have you been moved by the hardworking author! (Get out! You still have the nerve to say it now!)

☆、Second Part X Preface X Fishing Article

The dilapidated building was shrouded in the middle of the night, with broken stone slabs and torn steel bars intertwined, broken starlight fell through the broken holes on the roof, and even the light was chilly.

Card.tower.Card.tower.

The sound of even footsteps came from the depths of the building, approaching a little bit.

The visitor stopped before stepping into the starlight, hiding in the shadows, watching everything in the hall with interest.

"Ah~" The drawn out voice charmingly crossed the quiet night sky, "It's really a bumper harvest."

In the hall, people who were sitting here and there looked up at the new man, and then buried themselves in their own business.

Only one blond man got up.The man is not tall, even a little immature, but his calm expression makes people dare not underestimate him.

"Of course, this is a plan made by the leader himself." Under the night light, a pile of large and small wooden boxes were piled up at the man's feet, which hadn't been packed yet.

"Then how do you divide the spoils like this, senior knight?" The man in the shadow finally walked under the starlight.The fiery red hair was combed back and fluttered on his face, with exaggerated stars and teardrops painted with oil paint.

"Generally speaking, you can pick whatever you like." The person called Senior Knight waved his hand at a pile of wooden boxes indifferently and replied, "Also, don't call me senior or anything. It's creepy."

"OK~" Hisoka replied, stroking his hair, and walked leisurely to the place where the spoils were piled up.

"But compared to this, I care more about the leader." Sitting on the edge of the wooden box, Hisoka took out a playing card to cover his face, half-closed his eyes and asked, "I don't know if I can be alone after the end." Meet with the captain."

"No." It was a thick voice that answered Hisoka.

Hisoka turned around, and now a giant Frankenstein stood up and walked towards him: "The leader doesn't stay long after each operation, and even if you can find him, the leader will bring at least two members with him at any time. "

"That's it." Hisoka turned over the poker cards in his hand again, blocking the obvious disappointment in his eyes.

But the loss was quickly covered up.

The beaten Hisoka took out a dagger from the box where he was sitting, and looked at it against the light.

"Nice dagger. That's what I want."

"Only this will not work."

Hisoka lowered his head and looked suspiciously at the knight who had just spoken.

"Only this one was hand-picked by the leader." The knight spread his hands and explained.

"Oh, is this the dagger of Agamemnon?" It was a little girl with black hair and glasses who spoke.I don't know when I also leaned over.

"That's it. I don't know if it's genuine, but it's said that King Agamemnon killed his beloved daughter Iphigenia with this dagger."

A golden light of ecstasy flashed in Hisoka's eyes, and with a ferocious smile that couldn't even be blocked by playing cards, he followed the sudden voice.

"Leader~" Hisoka was so excited that he couldn't help calling the person in front of him with a stretched voice.

"Captain, you're back." Several figures who had been silent in the darkness stood up at once, looking at Kuroro who had just walked in, and Nobunaga and Paknotan who followed behind him.

Kuroro walked up to Hisoka, sizing up the strangely dressed but dangerous man in front of him.

"You must be a new member. Did Maggie give you a tattoo?"

"I've already tattooed it myself. Do you want to see it?" Hisoka stared intently at the man in front of him.He has black hair and black pupils, his hair combed back revealing the inverted cross on his forehead.

Hisoka gestured to take off his shirt.

"No need." Kuroro raised his hand to stop Hisoka coldly, but his eyes fell on the dagger in Hisoka's hand.

"Speaking of which, I really didn't expect the leader to like Greek mythology." Hisoka followed Kuroro's eyes and looked at the dagger in his hand playfully, "And it's the one from Agamemnon and Iphigenia. Duan. A man who is destined to be a hero, and a woman who is destined to be a hero."

"It's just a sudden interest." Kuroro replied lukewarmly.

"Speaking of which, Captain, do you know the ending of the story?" Hisoka picked up the dagger again and watched it playfully against the light.

"Although in Homer's epic, Iphigenia was indeed sacrificed, but in fact she did not die, but was saved by God at the last moment and hid in a distant continent. Many, many years later, in the war After the end, after Agamemnon was punished and executed by the Furies, under the guidance of the messenger of God, Iphigenia returned to his hometown again."

"It is indeed a very interesting story," Hisoka continued without waiting for Kuroro to answer, "Even if you have to make way for fate, you don't have to die, just disappear. Even the incompetent gods have On the merciful side."

Kuroro looked at the dagger in Hisoka's hand for a long time, and finally said: "It's really a boring story."

After speaking, Kuroro turned around and strode out of the room.

"Don't you want the dagger?" Hisoka looked at Kuroro's back and asked with a smile.

"No more," Kuroro replied coldly without looking back, "I'm tired of it."

After speaking, the figure disappeared into the black night.

"Really," the chivalrous man looked at Kuroro who was leaving, and said with a sigh, "The leader's speed of liking the new and disliking the old has refreshed again."

"Since the leader is not interested, then I," Hisoka looked at the dagger in his hand, let it go suddenly, let the dagger fall, and plunged into the floor

"I'm not interested anymore."

At the same time, in a far, far corner of the world, the girl sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff alone, looking at the stars all over her head.Long black hair fluttered in the wind.

In fact, it can no longer be called a girl.The years have erased the immaturity and innocence of the past, leaving only the tenacity in the eyes.

In the quiet night, the girl felt someone approaching behind her.

"It's too slow." The girl turned her head and blamed the visitor.

"I know, I know," a man emerged from the jungle behind the girl, and replied.

"Let's go, Ling."

The author has something to say: Spit bento, spit bento!

Of course, the bento is not just thrown up casually.In order for Lingtou to make this bento, it has been slowly paving the way for a long time.

For those who haven't seen it, please consciously go back and read it again [Don't use this kind of dirty excuse to gain popularity, hey!

Also, please look forward to the second part.

Although I am still hesitant to write the second part or not.Although I have worked so hard to write so much, but the popularity is just as dead, and it is not as high as Mary Su Wengao.What is the reason for thinking so much about the plot?fall!

However, because the first part is too much foreshadowing, it seems unethical to let it go without explaining it clearly. [Backing tickets halfway, why don't you think about immorality!

All in all, around the end of December, I should finish my work and start to focus on the second part.

The plot framework and ending of the second part were actually decided before the first part was written, so there won't be too many changes.

Although the copywriting is not well thought out, it is roughly

Taking the original book as the main line, it ends a little bit after the hunter exam and You Kexin.Although it was carried out at the same time, it was mainly written in places that were not mentioned in the original work, such as what the brigade was doing during the hunter exam.There will be some changes to the original work, but with my urine, the changes are very small, probably, hehe, you guessed it.

In addition, I will use Memories to explain Pariston's purpose, why Ling didn't die, Annan's plan, etc.

This time the two male protagonists and two female protagonists played (nue) quite happily, maybe the second part will play four male protagonists and four female protagonists.

But it should not be weighed with Parker No.1.Because it feels like everyone can't accept the heroine who is just a bystander.So just say it all in third person.

Think of these now.I will write more in the copy in the future.

By the way, the second part is, HE?

In addition, Mina-san can leave a message here if you have any questions.I'll answer as long as it doesn't involve spoilers