Reincarnator

"What are you going to do?"

One of the seven deserted, Tanya, is in Macaronia's clutches, and asks Chen, the man who served as their implied leader.

Chen looks at the distant man and ponders for a moment, then asks Tanya.

"Are all the people you were locked up with still around you?"

Tanya nods.

Bird cage, 398 people raised together in district 11-3.

The moment the magical barrier that held them disappeared, they rushed out of the district and stormed Macaronia, but the results were devastating.

In the beginning, a few people were literally crushed and the horns were scattered, and the first people who rushed were captivated.

After being so captivated, Chen's release mutters, looking at the man from afar.

'I have to follow him. Whatever it takes.'

I've only killed one, but the situation is still dire.

The magical power is disappearing, and the angry upper-class are going crazy, and the surviving travelers are doing everything they can to keep me safe.

But how? '

Chen is troubled.

Objectively, they are a burden.

You can tell by the way a bowman looks at you with annoying eyes there.

As a matter of fact, I did.

'Dammit. My guy's a dick, too.'

When Chen mumbles.

Chen hears you two talking.

"We need to find the first generation of them."

The moment I heard that.

Chen shouted without even knowing it.

"I know! Where the First Generation is!"

The heads of the two who had never paid much attention to Chen's cry turned to Chen.

'Yes.'

Chen calls for joy in his heart.

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

"Phew... Phew."

Chen, who hid among the ruins and looked around, noticed that no one was around and began to move again.

Karjal follows Chen as he looks toward the area where the giant wooden statue stands.

"So this is where the first generation is. Is this it?"

Chen, who was guiding Hansoo, Karjal and everyone, nods.

"Yes. And it's not them. There aren't many first-generation guys."

Hundreds and thousands of superiors came to see them while they were being raised in the cage.

However, few of the top species, who lived for hundreds of years or more, were really alive.

Three or four for each faction.

Of course, few of them came to the cage for tourism purposes.

"I saw one of the Arkalancia residents. It's been less than a day, so it's gotta be in here somewhere."

That tree-shaped colony is usually a favorite place for Acalancians.

There's a good chance he's still in there.

"Hey, why are you half talking to me?"

"..."

Chen, who ignored Karhal's words, began to focus on guidance again.

Use the structure as much as possible to avoid the eyes of the upper species.

'We have to stick with these guys somehow.'

The goal is not to find a perfectly safe place.

There can't be a place like that right now.

Your goal is to find someplace a little safer.

'Until this mess goes down first · · ·.'

Tanya whispered in sign toward Chen.

< Hey, but... can we not take the scattered people? You're just gonna walk away? >

Chen was impressed by what he said.

'Bastards. · · · When you're done running. I could have won. You cowards.'

Chen, who had been snacked by Macaronia and eaten by his left arm, sharpened his teeth instead of hemostasis.

No matter how powerful they may be, they are also travelers who have eaten runes and become stronger.

If 400 people rush in, there's not a single thing you can't win.

But they left them running first and ran away.

'I wish they were all dead.'

Chen, who had been a little harsh on this, said softly to Tanya.

< It's even more dangerous, let's see 400 people swarm around. What do you think's gonna happen? >

< Umm... >

Tanya nods, too.

It's only nine now, so I can avoid the eyes of the top races.

But what if it's 400?

It becomes difficult to avoid the eyes of the roaming elite because they are full of rage.

'But this is too easy.'

Tanya looks odd as she travels through the ruins to her destination.

It is the realm of Acalancia, which focuses on acting alone.

But fundamentally, there was something wrong with seeing so many Leberungs and Arkons.

It's convenient, but it's too unnatural.

... we need to look around.

The moment Tanya raised her senses extremely.

Kieing!

Kieing!

"... this sound."

A sound that could not be heard because it sounded so high flows into Tanya's ears, which lifted her hearing.

The unique cry of the Leberlungs gathering their people.

'I'm nervous.'

Tanya and Chen frown.

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

Second generation Levelong, Calypso frowned upon the surrounding tribes.

His kind is close to 900.

After the commotion, the time has passed. Even if you consider the time to enjoy it, everyone should gather around now.

However, a vacant spot stood out.

"Where's Macaronia?"

Calypso asks for his people, but they shrug, too, and no one answers.

It means I don't know.

Calypso, who saw it, narrows his eyes.

'No way they could have killed us.'

Humans are no threat.

Obviously, they've lost their magic, and the humans here are much more numerical than they are.

But the problem is that none of them heard the call for Macaronia's rescue.

Even if humans swarm in, it is impossible to kill Macronia, the third generation, before she can even ask for her salvation.

There's only one of them left in this cage right now.

No, two.

'Bastards. I knew it.'

Calypso slams her protruding front teeth.

Sounds when I'm upset.

Calypso looks around and opens his mouth.

"Do you know why I gathered you?"

Everyone nods.

Their cries are not merely a calling.

If the Arkonians acquired incredible sixth and physical strength and flying ability, they were granted the ability to use fertility, rupturing light, and that number to communicate.

But Calypso opened his mouth again to explain.

'Strange · · ·. Crying doesn't communicate very well here.'

"Now's your chance. This is a valuable opportunity."

All warfare is important, but command is important.

And now.

There are really a lot of brains in this space that are completely outdoors and blocked by the apocalypse.

It was originally designed for high-ranking entertainment.

Those who must be protected to the very last unless there is sudden commotion.

All these people are trapped in this narrow space.

"The balance is broken now anyway. Knowing that doom is in here."

Knowing that the apocalypse is in here, there's nothing left to talk about.

What they were worried about was touching Humans and overthrowing a barrel apocalypse of their own kind.

But as long as you know that hell is in here, you have nothing to worry about.

'Killing every living thing in here is simple.'

Moreover, the situation is extremely advantageous.

"The bastards have lost their king, and the Aklancians are strong but alone. Besides, you can't fly in here."

'I don't know why.'

Strangely, the Acalancians weren't able to fly properly inside this cage, and the Arkons weren't able to use their sixth sense.

They also did not communicate properly with the cry.

First generation knew something, but did not always give the right explanation.

'Well, maybe we should go out and ask him. Or ask him before he kills the parrot.'

Calypso smiles coldly, thinking of Pectoril, the first generation to stay in the realm of Acalancia, far away.

"Living in here is · · · ·. Only our kind."

What if we lost our magic here and wiped out all the weakened ones?

It's really easy to deal with two other factions who have lost their command.

Amos, one of the third generation, asked.

"So what are the humans going to do? There are too many to ignore."

Advantageous but not overlooked by the ferocious Arkonians or the powerful Aklancians.

I can't even deal with Humans.

Calypso smiles coldly at Amedos' words.

"This is a valuable resource, and we can't ignore it. Let's play the game we used to play. War games."

"Khh. Then I'll have to play with the guys from District 1."

"I'm from District 38."

Calypso smiles with a funny look on his face, including Amedos.

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

Kuaang!

"Damn it!"

Looking at the travelers who started rioting everywhere, Karhal looks ridiculous.

"Kill him!"

"Damn it! I killed him!"

Ridiculously, the humans were hunting each other.

They wear headbands symbolic of strange symbols on their heads and look at each other.

Are they crazy? '

Hide in plain sight or try to put a sword through the top races while they're free. Why kill each other and make such a fuss?

Besides, the way they look at it, it wasn't just a crisis, it was a madness.

We were working very naturally in each other's roles, making progress.

It's as if you've done something you're used to.

Karjal looks at Chen, who was escorting him next to him and says,

"Hey! What's wrong with those crazy bastards!"

It's not a survival game, it's just a headband.

Chen, who had his teeth in his mouth, mutters as he looks at Karhal.

"Then again · · · ·. You fell from above. So I don't know."

"What?"

Chen grips his teeth and mutters.

"That's the game. War games."

The organizer and the player are the top races.

The horse of the game. The unit is human.

The rules are simple.

Section people, consisting of 400 people, must kill as many people as possible within the time limit and take their headbands.

A system in which the zone with the most headbands wins and the upper faction that owns the zone wins.

Magic powers are gone and they're free, but that doesn't reverse our reign.

One day, the magical powers will return and the survivors will have to wait for the judgment of the upper races.

It's natural for them to follow their own kind.

There's nothing wrong with that.

They've lived like that in cages all those years.

Chen had just come into the cage.

"Oh, shit. Are you playing games with this mess? '

Chen turns around and grips his teeth.

This will poison you if you go around a minority to avoid getting caught by the top races.

You can't avoid that many human eyes.

Chen, who was expressing an urgent expression, cried out with a sigh beside him.

"Let's stick together over there, like this!"

"What?"

When Karhal looks ridiculous, Chen cries out with a stuffy expression.

"And then? To get through that?"

Chen then pointed to the vicinity of the destination.

Karjal looks at what his finger is pointing at, coughing and spitting.

"Oh, shit... I'm busy dealing with monsters, but you have to kill humans?" "

You had to kill and kill the same man to kill the monster.

Hansoo and Karjal narrow their eyes when they saw travellers swarming in this direction from the realm of Acalancia.

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

"Rats. I knew it. Those bastards have a knack for backstabbing."

A giant bird 10 meters above Chego mutters, gazing at the distant humans and Leberlungs.

Sarah, however, like Leverung and Arkon, those who have a muscular human body are closer to humans with wings and beaks than birds.

'There's nothing I can do. We had to get closer to the human form in order to get the true human form... "

Hundreds of years ago, Acalancia, Pectoril, recalled what had been done to her here, looked at the coming Leverages.

Hundreds of years ago, the first ones to think of betraying Jinn were them, Leveroon.

'Well done. I'll take my chances. Go through it. I'll smash it one by one.'

Pectoril, who was ahead of units in his territory, mutters as his whole body flexes.

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