Reincarnator

The task is ready to dive into the expressionless face.

'I'll take that necklace.'

Of course, before that, we must take the necklace of the one wearing the necklace.

We must hurry.

Once inside the anthill, Cappuccio will give up their pursuit, and you won't be able to catch him alone.

We should follow them while Cappuccio still can.

Then the task grabbed my waist.

'Use this.'

< If you have anything to do with Magos, use this. A drug that drives Margaux mad. Using this, they will chase something out of sight until it wears off. Once you use it, people will die in 10,000 units, so use it carefully. >

'... damn it. Ten thousand units?'

The task flinches.

I thought I'd go crazy if I lost him in front of my eyes.

But the thought of dying in 10,000 units did not go easy.

A single cane echoes out of nowhere as Operation is contemplating.

< Don't forget the contract. What your power has brought you in return. The living are more important than the dead. >

At that moment, the task was a stubborn grip.

'Damn it.'

The others should be almost at Horned Forest by now.

You have to go.

To control them.

'But first I have to stop by.'

You need to catch the boiling heart.

One look at the Balinese loafer with furious eyes, the tower quickly flew between the anthill and somewhere.

................................

'Does it fall out.'

Hansoo narrowed her gaze as she watched the one falling far away.

'Too bad.'

Hansoo looks sad for a moment.

If he ran, he'd throw the Loafer right in front of him as bait and take him down.

But he suppressed the anger and fell for it.

Of course there is a harvest.

"Loafer, Bali. Fantastic. I'll keep asking for it."

"... Hmm? Whatever."

Suddenly there was a chill in the words that complimented him, but Bali Loafer said that he must have complimented his skills.

'This one can be used at any time. Let's keep him alive.'

Hansoo, who confirmed the Inner Bali Loafer as a lure, looked around.

A fairly large number of clan members were killed, but the power was heavily preserved.

Now you can quickly join the acarons and help.

The Horned Forest is literally the residence of the Magos.

Even the five pillars guarding the Faith are not worth it.

Then another one flew toward Hansoo.

< How did it go? Those Lorelei clans that got out of there are headed in a strange direction. >

In a word, Hansoo narrows his gaze.

In Jeollseo-gu, there were upside-down directions to their progress.

After 11... after 14... to 19? '

11 areas corresponding to the upper part of the thorax and 14 areas corresponding to the upper part of the neck.

and 19 districts that correspond to the back of the giant Gragos.

Soon Hansoo could see where they were headed at once.

'Horned Forest. You're going to Horned Forest.'

Horned Forest.

The name of the forest between two horns rising like mountains in the back of the giant Gragos.

Their destination and their destination of the Akarons were exactly the same.

Of course, it could be a coincidence.

It is said to be a horned forest, but its area is very wide.

The location where the acarons are headed, the place to control the Gragos, is also hidden among those horned forests.

The Horned Forest is often used as a hunting ground by clans who aim for various high-end artifacts and skills.

Maybe they're not after Akaron.

However, the timing and location of the target are too confusing.

'... these guys. Did you really put graphite in here to draw out the Acaron?'

But how do they know that?

And I don't know if I'm going to Horned Forest.

At that moment, another assumption came to mind.

'There are other acarons.'

Acheron gave a physical reinforcement procedure and information to a guy named Operations.

There's something wrong with it that won't reveal itself to the original Akron, so we need to have a proxy.

......................

"Here he is, you son of a bitch."

He shakes his head, shaking his arrogant expression in the corner.

"You're still a snob. I'll allow you to do that because it's useful."

Operation snorted inside.

Stuck away in the middle of nowhere, he's wrapped up in all kinds of fancy tools and artifacts.

The acarons can't even use that artifact.

You see, Akaron, who claims to be his former successor, is just admiring the artifact on his body to purely dress himself up.

'You look like the king of the dead.'

But his position is even more miserable.

You can't disobey him.

Akron opens his mouth, smiling coldly, assuming the mind of such a control.

"Don't be spontaneous. You and I had a deal."

At that point, the task was to grip it.

Four years ago, there was a 0% chance that he would survive being chased by the Loafers into the reflux.

I had to take care of my wife who was so badly hurt and lost her mind while I was chasing her.

It was all thanks to Acaron in front of me that I was able to survive.

A person who calls himself a successor.

Acheron whispers in front of you with his ear that was pulled out of the fluid tube just before he collapsed.

< Well... I should be satisfied with this. Deep breaths. I'll give you strength. >

And when it happened, everything was different.

Overwhelming power and strong flesh.

At first, I thought I was reborn.

But I knew at the same time.

He never did this to himself out of courtesy.

< What have you done to me? >

It was not a sound to save lives, but the peculiar unpleasantness within the body constantly stimulated control.

At that time, Akaron in front of his eyes said,

< Don't worry. It's nothing, just that you have to listen to me from now on? By the way, I can't believe you just saved this cocky bastard. I collected all the leftover materials and blessed only my family. Do you know how hard it is to perform a procedure without a temple? >

As soon as Acaron finished saying that, his body was kneeling before him, regardless of his will.

< Yes, I like the height of my eyes. >

'Damn it.'

Thinking back to that time, the task was to grip it.

After that, I had to run like crazy.

To do what he says.

It wasn't hard.

The information and power he gave us was never light.

After trying so hard to keep up, he opened his mouth, looking at Akaron.

"I hardened the fluid like you said, and the acarons popped out."

"Yes. We'll have to move."

Acaron smiles coldly.

In order to move Gragos to the other Gragos, we must go to the Horned Forest.

No matter how hard I tried to hide, there was a black alarm, but could I hide?

"Almost there. Take them all down. I don't care if you die."

The tower frowns, looking at Akaron, muttering that he could kill his kind without hesitation.

Is it really that easy to put the lives of the tribe in your mouth that the name was the former successor?

'So I was banished by my own people.'

"... what the hell are you doing?"

The successor smiled coldly.

"That's none of your business. Don't get ahead of yourself. Go finish up and come back."

"..."

The task was to change it, but I had no choice.

The body is not completely controlled.

There were many ways to avoid his hand, but I couldn't.

'Tasty.'

Now the only place he can rely on in this world where his daughter is dead.

The palace gazes back at his sleeping wife as if she were dead behind Akaron.

Acheron smiled and said, "Did you feel that kind of control?"

"I guess I said too much. It meant that I didn't have to care. As promised, your companion will be set free. I will also erase the subordinate laws of your body. Then you just go up to the Yellow Zone. Simple, isn't it? It doesn't matter what happens here."

At that point, I tried hard to control my mind.

'Yes, this is a deal. Never, not bad.'

I had to run like a dog for four years, but the reward isn't bad.

I escaped a near-death crisis and got the strength to protect my wife.

When you're done, go up to the yellow zone.

'It's almost over.'

Contracts attract and captivate hidden acarons.

I gathered and raised men for it.

They had to be incredibly strong to capture those strong acarons.

But that's over, too.

I'm tired of seeing the bastards of the Northern Bordeaux Castle and the Lorelei Clan.

I was not interested in finding the temple and capturing the Gragos in the first place.

It takes a cause like that to create a clan.

No, there was definitely some kind of display in the Red Zone, but I'm tired now.

You are strong enough to protect your wife.

When this is over, I will leave this bloody orange zone.

"Oh, and one more thing. If I meet them later..."

The task frowned upon hearing the story of Akaron in front of you.

"You're a hobby. '

But I have achieved my purpose here.

Seeing my wife, I felt a little calm and reasoned.

'Yes. Now... For the living rather than the dead.'

Rather than be angry for your dead daughter, you must move on to bring her back alive.

The task is to look at the sleeping wife once more, and quickly fly away from the dark ant den and toward Gragos' head.

..............................

Kuoooo!

The first pillar that exploded by crushing the giant herbivore, Magos de Gracias, falls to the ground wounded.

Kuaang!

A huge bang rang out and Eileen ran to take care of the body of the tar hole.

The tar hole shakes its hand and pushes Ailen away.

"There you go. You fight, too. I don't have enough hands."

The tar hole mutters, looking at the two giant horns from afar.

The path of the Horned Forest was tougher than I thought.

Margaux's population has risen considerably.

'... These guys are going to be in trouble if we don't clean them up eventually. But we're almost there.'

All you have to do is go through the visible cliffs.

As the tar hole breathes for a moment, something flies from afar.

"What!"

Kuaang!

The skill that flew over the cliff toppled the entire land in one fell swoop, and the Tar Halls immediately awakened their fighting instincts and began preparing for a surprise attack.

You hear a loud shout from the top of the cliff.

"You know I didn't mean to hit you."

Thousands of clans behind such women begin to reveal their insides on either side of the cliff.

Looking at the human history, Oteon and Tarhall look unreliable.

You've been waiting? '

The route to Horned Forest is not so bad for Humans.

Why are they here when there won't be much work?

Looking at that tarhole, the woman standing on the cliff opens her mouth.

"Looks like our clan mates are running a little late. Let's play amongst ourselves first. Oh, and... My Clan Leader asked me to say something. Look at you."

Then Akaela, the first person in the northern border, looked at the message sent to the red front desk and said he couldn't understand it.

'What are you talking about?'

But what I don't understand is a day or two.

Acaella reads the text as it is written in the foreground.

"Congratulations, my people. Soon you will have the opportunity to follow the first leader again."

In response, Tarhall, the High Septon, and Otheon look devastated.

The first Indian.

Those who claim to be the first leaders of the Gragos know only themselves.

Chancellor, Carbana.

A man who confronted the Grand Chieftain, Mechido, and failed and fled the rebellion, turning all of his responsibilities to Mechido who had made physical enhancement procedures when the catastrophe of death broke out.

'You mean not dead.'

But I realized it wasn't the time to care.

Seeing three Magos class unmanned men and thousands of clans running towards him, Tarhall grips them and runs out.

'Come quickly. Hansoo, we don't know how long we can hold out.'

Kuaang!

Later, the sound of violent clashes and ruptures echoes through the forest of horns.

....................

'We must hurry.'

Hansoo quickly flew away.

It's a time fight.

The Three Northern Pearls, including Operations, and whether their forces arrive first.

Or if the Crown Clan's forces, including themselves, arrive first.

Combining the forces that have been split in two, the power on both sides is currently boiling.

That's why each faction is completely disadvantageous.

'You must arrive first.'

Then the Balinese loafer, who was running along, called out bluntly.

What's the rush?

Regardless of his will, the rushing sensation of the body was not that refreshing.

"Let's take it slow!"

He glanced back and smiled kindly.

'It turned out there was a spleen weapon.'

What kind of weapon is not a spleen that can swing an enemy leader?

"Oh, right. Our Mr. Loafer is a man of great deeds."

"...?"

‘That's oddly offensive. ’

The chilly Balinese loafer began to run at a faster pace in order to lose his grief.

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