Limit Breaker

I think it is necessary to come to Beijing where the Three Tai Poles are occupied, but I cannot easily enter into the realm of the Kali Empire, which is impossible to deal with with by the weapons on Earth. If I move separately and am defeated by individual soldiers, only elite talent will be lost.

That's why they all come together to Beijing to board the Battleship of Three Taiji and move together in a jihad.

Of course, I couldn't believe it, but the Pentagon came to Beijing ahead and relieved others of their anxiety.

"This is Beijing...?"

"It's a ruin……."

Thirteen talents from the Pentagon who arrived in Beijing on private jets felt bitter and angry at Beijing as it became a complete wasteland.

China has done several acts of invisibility because of its foreign power, but since Beijing is so devastated that more than 20 million people live in it, if anyone can think straight, something will come up in his heart.

By clearing the area around Beijing Airport, jihad in Samtaegi, which was prepared to allow the jihad and other country's aircraft to land, was opened at any time as if the entrance and stairs were open.

"Huh. More arrogant than these bastards ever heard."

There is not a single guide around.

As the talented man who blasphemed the arrogance of the Three Tai Poles said, "Come in or don't come in."

"Let's go inside."

Evel, who excelled in all areas of position, reputation and power, gave orders to enter as the leader of the Pentagon's Talents, and others felt uneasy about her orders.

"Yes? You want me to enter the Battleship of Samtaegi?" "

"I have to go in anyway...."

To be honest, the general perception of people is that the Three Tai Poles or the Cali Empire is almost fifty bogeyman.

Something presses Evel to tell them what to do if they step into a jihad and fall into a trap.

"Cleaning up is cruel, vile, filthy, filthy,

Evel has made all sorts of bad remarks about Qiu, and all the other talents she's never seen in her life have been slightly dazed by the look on her face.

"... I'm this fucking bird... villain, but at least I keep my word. I understand that it was the same idea as you at first."

She said that because she had no further reason to persuade him, the others had to follow after Evel to make sure that everything else was stronger.

As soon as they stepped up the steps and entered the entrance of the jihad, what they saw was lights shining bright.

'Samtaegeum welcomes you. Feel free to relax inside ~ ^ Oh ^'

It was an unmanned weapon with a label.

Below the cover was an arrow pointing around and introducing toilets, entertainment rooms, bathrooms, break rooms, buffets, etc.

"……."

"……."

"……."

"……."

Everyone seems to have lost their words, and Evel breathes a little embarrassed.

If you think you know all the humans who want to clean up this mess, you have to go to hell like this.

"Is this a... trap?"

As one woman wandered around anxiously, others couldn't figure out how to deal with the anxiety as it amplified.

No matter how much I explained it to Evel, she kept going straight.

There, toward the break room, the other talents followed after Evel, preparing for an ambush that they never knew would come.

Once inside the dugout, the Pentagon's talents, except Evel, are wide awake.

There was room for over a hundred people to relax, such as a fluffy couch, a wall mounted TV with a variety of channels, and an armchair.

"Welcome. Is this your first jihad?" "

There, a strange expression and posture sat on the couch and welcomed the Pentagon.

Huff!!

Although not everyone knows it, the Pentagon's ability to identify the naked faces of everyone who knows it maximized their vigilance.

Although the notoriety of Qiu and Sam Taegeuk was a natural reaction, Evel sat on the couch opposite Jinwoo.

"Everyone get some rest."

"Yes? But……."

"I understand your concern, but you prefer to tear your enemies apart with your own hands, not deal with them in rigid ways like traps or poison."

"Heheh heh. You're right. Especially the fun of tearing and crushing and trampling fresh and bloodthirsty people. Those who are weakened by traps or poisons don't have the luxury of being torn apart. So don't worry, just sit back and relax."

Then Jinwoo reached out to the refreshments on the table that the person sitting on the couch was easy to grab, grabbed something and shoved it in his mouth.

"……."

"……."

However, while the Pentagon's talents are still vigilant and clumsy, two white men swoop down to the couch.

"Hey, you two haven't been here long."

Jinwoo pretended to know them both, but white men showed unfavorable gaze and atmosphere toward Jinwoo.

Those with Jinwoo and Face were Magnus and Aaron.

Ordinarily, the elite were not able to be a part of the elite, but strangely, with orders from above, the two of them were able to come here with others.

'I heard that only elite talent from each country can come together to fight the Empress. Then why did they send us here?'

Magnus and Aaron wanted to recognize this curiosity, but they were unable to discuss the issue because the information they were given was limited and there were other people's points of view.

However, one thing is clear: there is a plot that they do not know.

Whether he knew the seriousness of those two people or not, Jinwoo gave them favorable eyes, then lightly clapped and focused people's eyes on him.

"It's time to be free until everyone gathers, so enjoy yourselves. If you don't know where you are, refer to him because each room has an unmanned weapon with a cover that tells you where it is. Oh, and I don't have to tell you this."

At that moment, life arose in Jinwoo's eyes, which had been lightly moving so far.

His face is a smile, but his eyes do not smile, and the Pentagon's talents flinch without even knowing it.

"You can run all you want if you want to die. No, I want you to jump. That way I can kill him myself in the name of example."

Unlike the cunning tone, the life and vigor that took place in his body became even more intense.

These young, somewhat weak mental abilities appeared to be startled by his life and vigor, or to rush out and attack immediately.

"This is the end of the warning. When all the other countries are assembled, they'll explain the schedule ahead."

So, the Fellowship meets the Pentagon and hides itself in a light atmosphere, opening an automatic door not found on the cover of an unmanned weapon.

As Jin Woo disappeared, everyone was cautious about what kind of trap to set, but when nothing happened, everyone began to squirm individually.

It's not enough to rest in a place like the middle of the enemy, but it's too much mental power to just stand up and be vigilant.

Only after Evel gave the order to rest one more time did the people of the Pentagon start to sit on the couch, one by one, and when no traps or incidents occurred, they finally relaxed themselves and left themselves on the soft couch.

"Haha……. You put that away......"

"I've never seen one in person, but I'm sure it wasn't just any human."

"Is it natural for me to fight against the world?"

Thirteen… No, Abel, Magnus and Aaron were all 10 of these Talents who honestly admired the life and vigor that Chiu had just demonstrated.

10 Talents.

They are all the gifted people of the 'generation of prophecies' who will have a big role in their Awakening and Evolving in the Battle of the Cali Empire.

Although it was the Pentagon that gathered most of the prophetic generations, many of the original ones were greatly shocked, aroused, or evolved by the threat of the Kali Empire.

Fortunately, those who evolved to the threat of the Kali Empire had the same abilities as most of the prophecies, but more than half of those who were shocked and Awakened by these abilities were unable to awaken.

It was because artificial threats could not awaken Shui Lee's abilities.

Of course, we were working on ways to make the Pentagon feel as natural as possible.

After all, ten of the most powerful prophetic generations were chosen, and they all had to be very nervous in the face of Qiu because they had never seen it before.

For reference, different Pentagon leaders were each under Griffin's direction and were preparing for something, so the generation of prophetic aptitudes came on their behalf.

Jiing -

At that time, the door of Jinwoo was reopened, and a strong Asian man appeared to be neat through a steward's uniform and white gloves.

The first thing to respond to his appearance was Evel.

"Southern Palace God……."

"Hmph. You're babysitters now."

God smiled at Evel, and the "children," and the other talents jumped up and down.

"You probably think of us as babies, what you are."

He strikes before they say anything, and spreads his strength quietly and vigorously.

"Huff!?"

"Ugh!!"

At the same time, the ten talents began to let out cold sweat while moaning.

They felt a few times more vigorous and alive than Jinwoo had just shown them, and their movements became rigid without even knowing it.

Shhh!!

At that time, Aaron, who was sitting quietly, ran miraculously, swinging his fist toward the body of the god of the South Palace, and was satisfied that God did not see his fist and avoided it, but prevented it from spreading.

"Farewell, Aaron."

"You, too."

Aaron received the salutation of the god of the South Palace, and the two looked at each other for a moment, then God smiled and fainted.

"Let's stop with the welcome."

He straightened his voice, straightened out the pleats of his clothes, and lowered his head and torso slightly.

"For your convenience, the god of the South Palace has ruled this place for one day. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me."

He introduced himself, finally smiling like Jinwoo.

"And for those of you who don't have the will to live, I'll take care of you in any way."

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Later, elite talents from each country arrived one by one.

They saw the opening of the jihad, and began to think about whether or not they should go in.

"Huh? But that private plane belongs to the Pentagon."

"The Pentagon was here first. Why can't they see us?"

"Did you go in there?"

They came barefoot, thinking they couldn't stay outside because they only had water, food, and private jets stockpiled, and they came into the jihad and suffered the same confusion that the Pentagon's talents experienced.

'Samtaegeum welcomes you. Feel free to relax inside ~ ^ Oh ^'

When they saw the sign that said this, they saw the popularity in the direction of the break room, and they carefully headed to the break room.

"It's Evel. The Pentagon's powers are all here."

"Is there an Evel? So this isn't a trap?"

After seeing the Pentagon's talents and the faces of Evel on their behalf, everyone started asking what was going on.

Honestly, Jinwoo knows what kind of man he is, but when she told others about her unrealistic experience, she clearly wouldn't believe it, so she came to smiling as the palace maid's god smiled.

"Greetings. I am the god of the South Palace, the executive officer of Samtaegeum. My Lord Shifu has made room for you to rest, so rest well."

"Bullshit! It's a trap!"

"Yes! What are you going to do to us?!" "

The latecomers showed hostility to the god of the South Palace, and pressured them by using the power of the inner air in their appearance.

"Huff!?"

"Huff!!"

They struggled and tried to resist the added pressure of the inner air force, but at the same time, their resistance was uprooted as God's life increased.

"If I wanted to, it would take less than a minute to set a trap and kill you. So, shut up, get some rest."

The god who threatened to rest once again showed relaxed smiles and understated movements in the frenzied expression.

"Oh, you must be sweating a lot. There's a large bathhouse where you can wash your sweat."

Those who received the threat of God in front of them nodded, swallowing their thirst, shaking their heads in horror of death in their lives.

His role was to manage the space he created for outsiders, but before that, he was also preventing these talents from going around.

Without someone's management, they had many points to create problems by deflecting the favor of Sam Tai Pole into a trap, so it was the main purpose of God to show them overwhelming power and keep them quiet.

This act of God made it easier for the talented people to not cause trouble even though the grass was dead, and the people who came later became somewhat suspicious when they saw the first arrivers resting.

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I've crossed Sabat, but there's no answer. He looks like he died of a common cold.