Reincarnator

The old days.

The Jinn made a grand plan.

A really big plan.

But there was something missing for that.

That's why the experiment was conducted.

Familiar creatures.

Against monkeys, parrots, dogs, rats.

And….

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

Back in the day, Pectoril thought about what happened in the lab, but then he shakes his head for a moment.

'Those rats get out of the way while they're being attacked. There's no need to get carried away.'

Even if the Humans clash head-on, they will be exhausted and fall down.

But you don't have to go head-to-head.

They just have to hold out until the magic here comes back.

And Pectoril knows a place that will buy him some time out of this.

He knows what this place looks like.

"Did he go first, too? '

Pectoril, who thinks of Takemeya, the king of the Arkon, narrows his gaze.

He's first-generation like himself.

I thought I might be there because I didn't show up in this mess.

Then we need to save more troops.

I don't know what's gonna happen to them there.

'I'm getting out.'

The moment I decided to move.

Whoo-hoo!

Pectoril swung his golden spear and shoved it all around.

"Huff-puff!"

"Knng!"

Even the top of the same species, Leveroon and Acalancia have different dimensions.

The humans in the Golden Spear's trajectory are swept away and bounced off.

At the same time, the golden feathers on Pectoril's body vibrate violently.

Rrrrrrrr!

As Pectoril bells his feathers and the sound of its vibrations echoes out in all directions, Aklan flinches as he swings his golden spear around and pushes the humans away.

Acalancia communication.

And the doctor in it was clear.

Retreat.

The face of the Aklan's son is slightly stiff, but everyone drops an echo, meaning the intention of acceptance, in all directions.

Soon.

Bang, bang! Bang, bang!

Pectoril, judged to have understood, began to wrap his body tightly in feathers, pounding the earth and running to somewhere in the cage.

And after that, a number of Aklan children started running through the humans roughly.

"Damn it! Stop them!"

"How could you do that? Huff!"

Kuang!

Qajik!

Some tried to stop them, but in the beginning, Leberung, close to 4 metres, and Acalancia, close to 10 metres, were different in weight.

Like a fox filled with elephants, the Aklan boy kicks humans in the face and starts running somewhere behind Pectoril.

Seeing that, the Humans pondering for a moment began to push against the remaining Leveroons, as if to focus on the Leveroons in front of them.

Leveroon doesn't need to raise any more enemies in a difficult situation.

No, you'd be more angry at Leverungs who were busy torturing themselves and killing themselves than Acalancia, who was usually not interested in playing with them.

"Die, you bastards!"

"Ahhhh"

Humans rush towards the Leverungs from all sides like ants.

Leverages tried to discharge it, but it's already lost its commander and has been severely weakened.

Leveroons, who lost their magic and were wounded in the battle against Aklancia, were buried one by one by one by one with hundreds of times the number of humans pushing them away and all lost their lives.

Kaltum, a foreigner who had seen the scene, raised a grudge of grumbling resentment.

"Pectorieille! Acalancia! You murdering bastard!"

You don't die in a place like this.

Outside, there are hundreds of thousands of their families.

And you get to the top of that line of work.

Caltum's outrage echoes back to Aklancia and Pectoril.

"You're half..."

But Khaltum was unable to spit out all the monsters.

Go away.

A handful of the right hand that came in at once pierced Kaltum's collar.

"Shhh..."

As Kaltum slowly dies.

Da-da.

Hansoo, who broke Khaltum's neck, shines his eyes as he sees Pectoril running far and far away.

'Here we go.'

Hansoo looks around.

People are fighting well.

Like there was a fire in the powder closet.

Even if they fall, they can defeat Leveroon.

I've already snapped every one of their necks that I could think of.

The last guy to snap his neck.

Leveroons, who had lost their minds and lost their minds, were not united and were being swept around everywhere in the battlefield.

This place is roughly finished, so it's time to do your job.

Huuug!

Hansoo leaps into the sky at once and catches up to Pectoril, who is running without a hitch.

Follow the one who will guide you.

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

Kuaang!

Pectoril walks into a corner of the cage and stands in front of a giant structure.

Seeing such a pectoryl, all of Acalancia made a curious face.

"Pectoril. What brings you here...?"

I followed them to lead them, but the place where they arrived was too stubborn.

This place is a dump.

The entire giant structure in front of their eyes smells nasty, and inside the entrance is a mountain of unsightly waste.

A place to deal with all the dirt and insect carcasses that normally occur here and in the cage.

The bugs didn't like coming around here either, so only the worst grades in the cage picked this spot and placed it here to do their work.

Needless to say, none of the top races or anyone else wanted to approach this place.

Of course.

Dirty and unpleasant.

Will the penalty for the lowest scored top races in the war games here and in the cages be responsible for overseeing this place for a week?

When the Aklan frowned, with the only smudge in the cage that symbolizes pleasure, which everyone hates to come.

Kuang! Kuang!

Pectoril doesn't care if there's dirt on his golden feathers, and starts digging through the rubbish and debris with his golden spear into the middle of the mountain of rubble, inside the massive building.

The Aklan boy who saw it panicked.

"Pectoril! What the...?"

"Our feathers and spears are getting dirty!"

Because of their roots, they usually pay close attention to tidying up their feathers.

Especially since their golden feathers are as beautiful as their pride.

Of course, they used to take care not to ask about the speck of dust on their golden spears, their golden feathers, their weapons and armor.

That's why I didn't want to slaughter Humans.

I was reluctant to ask about the blood and flesh of the filthy things.

But Pectoril, who used to preach to them to protect their majesty, is heading ahead and digging in front of the rubbish pile.

Seeing them, Pectoril exclaimed.

"Hurry up and get rid of it, too! We don't have much time."

"..."

I frowned as if everyone would almost hate it.

But no one else, their spiritual stance, the word of Pectoril.

The Aklancians start digging through the mountains of garbage piled up in front of them with golden spears and swords.

Kuang! Kuang!

The mountain of garbage was enormous, but those who removed it in the first place were also ten meters tall monster.

With every swing of the sword and spear, the debris scatters to the winds as if a bomb had exploded.

"Ugh..."

"Ugh."

Of course, there is no way that impurities will not be asked.

You look at their spears and feathers, covered in filth, covered in exploding debris, and say that the Aklancians are horrible.

Pectoril shakes his head as he looks at them with a burst of frustration.

'They're still kids.'

He was distracted, but he didn't have a good attitude.

Chasing glowing, beautiful things.

Dignity is important, of course, but to win a fight, you have to be uglier and dirtier than the opposition.

This is why the most powerful of them all, the Aklancians, were unable to take advantage of the other two factions.

It's a really big disadvantage in a battlefield where you don't want to get dirty like Leveroon and be cruel like the Arkon with just one moment of choice.

Pectoril, however, narrows his glabella and doesn't say much.

'There's nothing I can do. There's no battlefield like that...'

Kuang!

Kuaang!

Pectoril sighs and continues to swing his spear through the entrance.

How long have you been digging?

Ta-a-a-ang!

Pectoril's spear, which smashes through the rubble without hesitation, bounces off.

The sound stops the Aklan, swinging his sword and spear.

What kind of stuff can bounce a warrior's spear off a mountain of waste like that?

If it's that hard, it won't even come to the Waste Generation.

We recycle them somehow.

When I make a suspicious face about the Aklan boy.

'Found it.'

Kudeuk.

Kudeuk.

Pectoril uses his spear and flesh to clear the area of the strange repulsive resonance.

'Damn. I'm annoyed.'

I was annoyed when I tried to get rid of the filthy place.

Pectoril yells behind his back, fluttering his feathers without my knowledge.

"Will you stand still?"

"Huff… Yes!"

That said, the other Aklan scum rushes in and starts clearing out the rubbish.

All the arrogance is frowned upon.

Soon.

Kuoooo.

All the rubbish is cleared out and a giant monument appears before their eyes.

Pectoril, looking at the stone made of unknown metal, reaching 10 meters in size, started pushing the stone.

Currrr.

It was so heavy that even the alloy walls of the satellite fortress were slowly pushed down with the force of Pectoril, which could be smashed down with a spear.

As the Acalancian who was watching next to him joins in and starts pushing, the memorial stone starts to push faster and faster.

Curr.

Soon.

The memorial stone disappears, and a large circular passageway appears under the memorial stone.

Aklan looks suspicious, looking down at the black passageway.

"Pectoril. This is…"

I've heard many stories, but never heard of them.

Pectoril, who was slightly frowned upon by the words, hardened his heart and opened his mouth.

I was originally going to spend some time here until my magic came back, but it's not bad to teach these guys what happened.

about the history that first generations, including themselves, decided to bury.

"There's nothing wrong with you guys. Come in."

After finishing his speech, Pectoril leaps straight down.

Whoo-hoo!

Suddenly, the Aklan boy hardened his mind and jumped down the aisle.

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo!

A black passageway swallows up dozens of Acalancia momentarily.

Cough.

The massive monument begins to return to its original position as if it were looped.

And before the monument blocks all the passageways.

Phew!

A dark young man, about two meters tall, plunges straight into the black passageway with a golden spear.

Soon.

Kuang!

The massive tremor echoes and the massive memorial stone blocks the entrance, and the shaken waste acid begins to collapse.

Warrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

After a while.

The memorial stone has been reburied by the landslide, and the rubble is the only thing holding it together and erasing the evidence as if nothing had happened.

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

Cough.

"Oh my…. Someone's coming in."

Metyron frowns slightly at the resonance of the entire crypt.

I expected it, but it was too soon.

We have to finish what we started here.

'By the way... How did Clementine know about this place?'

A 500-meter circular door.

Metyron opened the huge door and entered the secret space within the secret space, sighing and groaning at the hundreds of thousands of see-through glass tubes in front of him.

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