Reincarnator

Kuku ku Kung.

Pectoril, who was looking at the unusual black ring in his hand, was able to give a rough idea of what it was.

I feel like my soul and magic are being sucked into everything.

'... this is the apocalypse.'

The weapon that fled with a handful of Jinns who had been attacked before, and first appeared decades ago.

No wonder they couldn't use it.

If I had pushed it out of the numbers and used it, I would have been slaughtered in an instant.

The question is, why did Metyron give it to himself?

'It won't be bad.'

Pectoril mutters to himself, gripping the apocalypse in his hand.

With this, their kind will be spared.

The Macrons who escaped, who were the next of the four, had a powerful body, were once destroyed by their collaboration.

Takemeia, the king of the Arkons, fell to the ground in astonishment, and the Leveroons lost a great number of men here.

Besides, what if we get to this apocalypse?

"Oh, my God. My hands can unite this place. '

It's been a long time since Pectoril escaped here, for the first time since.

The King of the Jinns, the only king no one has achieved since Carmen.

A ruler with hundreds of satellite fortresses at his feet.

With this apocalypse it is possible.

We can wipe out the remaining two factions.

'No. We don't need to extinct them.'

Pectoril snorts.

If only Satellite Fortress had their hands on it, we'd have to exterminate it.

Just like the Jinns used to do, you just have to keep the other higher-ups at your feet.

The Leverung are a bunch of laborers, and each one of them is a pretty powerful Arkon.

And they, the Aklancians, stand on it and enjoy the royal status.

"Are those old Macrons as noble as they used to be? It's time to end this, by the way. '

Pectoril smiles and empowers purgatory, a bead in his hand.

At that moment.

Currrrrrrr.

The apocalypse, which was sucking all its magic, began to vibrate violently.

At the same time.

Qarrr.

The Magic Spring within their bodies, the Magic Charm, has begun to produce a concentrated Essence of Magical Power, the Essence.

"Khhh!"

"Phew..."

The Aklan boy standing next to you gives out a pleasant elasticity.

This feeling when concentrated, dark spirit water melts and transforms into magic.

Quadruple.

'It's over.'

Pectoril smiles as he feels the blue constellation surrounding his body.

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

"Son of a..."

Quadruple!

Karjal, who put an arrow through the last of Leveroon's head, felt the magical power rising from inside his body and spewed a double curse.

Strong all over, but not good at all.

There's only one meaning to this sudden rise of magic.

'It's over.'

Karhar sighs as he recalls the fortress of the imminent moon.

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

'Let's take it slow.'

Pectoril grins and snaps.

There's nothing urgent now.

We can use the power of Satellite Fortress to wipe them all out.

Then.

Hmm? '

There was something different about Pectoril's vision that was enhanced by its magical power.

A circular door located beneath their feet.

The circular door was firmly closed as usual.

But something was different.

'... there was no dust piled up.'

All the dust that was piled up on the circular door disappeared.

It's like being swept away by something.

Then Pectoril realized something important.

Did this thing open? '

Pectoril looks embarrassed.

In fact, that's why they wanted to leave this place implicit.

A giant circular door I discovered while clearing out all the Jinns and searching this place and the laboratory.

Whatever this vast door is made of, it does not budge with their strength.

I tried to use the Akion to blow a hole through it, but even that was a bluff.

This mysterious door locks a huge secret vault, and you don't even think about what you're hiding.

Above all, the reason they didn't break the structure, including this huge safe, was because they were very reluctant to know why.

I felt strongly that I could destroy the satellite fortress if I could, but I shouldn't.

The first generation of the four races, including Macron, who thought there might be something very valuable in this, came to an agreement.

Let's keep this room a secret and keep each other in check so we don't have to do anything stupid.

Of course, the three factions that felt the Macron disappearing and threatened tried to open the door but failed every time they tried.

Eventually, these doors and secret spaces remained unresolved.

But this door was open.

Pectoril's expression was instantaneous.

'... is this Metyron?'

I was curious as to why I left the apocalypse behind, but I began to get caught up slowly.

The door that was open.

And the apocalypse you left behind.

What if we had achieved all the goals that could have been achieved in purgatory?

What if apocalypse is the only way to open this door?

'Dammit. Did he rob everything in here?' '

Pectoril rubs a small bead in his hand.

At some point.

Cramp.

Curr.

You hear something snap and snap, and the giant door starts to kick in.

The moment the secret door opened, which I was so looking forward to.

As expected of Pectoril, the key to this door was apocalypse, but Pectoril's mind was filled with urgency, not expectation.

"Come on. Suck it open. '

We need to check inside.

And if it's empty on the inside, we need to pursue it quickly.

Methylons and bugs.

'Whatever is in this.... It belongs to us. How dare you!'

Kiririk.

Kuku ku Kung.

As Pectoril restlessly looks at the circular door as it prepares to open slowly.

Bang, bang. Bang, bang.

Far away, you hear something coming from the passageway.

And Pectoril was so sensitive to the power of the magic that he could quickly identify the coming creature.

"Hehe. I thought you were the hero who butchered Levelong. Isn't it too brave to follow you all the way here?"

Carriaram, the warrior next to Pectoril, killed him.

Of course, it was amazing what he showed me.

Without magical powers, even the strongest of them would be even more burdensome than Levelong.

They ran away in the first place because it was hard to resist if the Humans came after them.

'But things are completely different now.'

Carriram taps the blue veil around his feathers and laughs.

He's back on his magic, and he's alone.

Hansoo, who was looking at Carriram and Aklan, held the Redok in his hand.

'Red-hot.'

Hansoo mutters, seeing a red orb in the same shape as the color of purgatory in his hand.

It wasn't even hidden properly.

A red orb stuck in a vent, one of the laboratories, seems to be in such a hurry to hide it.

If the masses of the upper races were anything like Humans, they'd be caught off guard.

When the Aklan boy staring at such red beads narrows his glabella.

The complement Hansoo holds in his hand, and he puts his magic into the Red Cliff.

Moment.

Kieing!

The red orb, which has devoured its magical power, shines faintly and starts emitting red wavelengths everywhere.

Hmph.

The Aklan boy, who remembers the power of purgatory, retreats in disgrace.

I'm afraid my reclaimed magic will fade away again.

Hansoo opened his mouth to them.

"Don't worry. Magic will be fine."

"...?"

"Let me tell you one last thing I remember."

"What…."

The moment Pectoril reacts.

Kieing.

The red light emanating from the red bead fills the pupils of Acalancia's eyes.

And that's when the change happened.

"Hehehe... What the... Kuaaak!"

"Kuaaaak!"

"Kiek!"

The eyes of the brightly shining Aklan are clouded.

His ability to think filled his head suddenly disappeared, and he became obsessed with violence and killing.

That instinct that I had back in the jungle.

Animals living in the jungle were only reborn as the elite after being given resourceful reason and abundant magical power by the Jinn.

Of course, it is impossible not to create a means of control while exerting such power.

Apocalypse suppresses their magic.

And the Red Orc... removes the rationality given to them.

"Kuaaang!"

"Gaaaah!"

The lost mind of the Aklan boy looks back and forth, screaming.

Moment.

Kuaang!

Carriram, who lost his mind, slaps his companion, Acalancia, with a golden spear in his hand.

No, the idea of a colleague has long since disappeared.

It's only possible when there's reason.

That has already disappeared and the nature of the jungle that used to live alone has been restored.

The only thing they can see are the arrogant competitors standing next to them, not their own people, but their own territory.

Soon.

"Kuaaaak!"

"Kieeek!"

Boom!

Boom!

With a golden spear in his hand, the Aklan begins to stab and hit the target without pity.

Surrounded by a barrier of magical power, but so are their spears and swords.

Their enormous bodies, up to 10 meters, quickly became bloody.

Suddenly Pectoril cries out in panic, seeing the men who had lost their minds and started attacking each other.

"Oh my…. Crazy bastards! Why are you doing this? Stop!"

However, such a pectoryl's cry only stimulated the acalanchians, and had no effect.

"Kieeek!"

"Gaaaah!"

Soon the irrational Aklan ran headlong without even remembering Pectoril.

Pectoril saw that and sharpened his teeth.

"You... lunatics!"

You can't take that for granted.

Kuaang!

Pectoril hurdles at them with his golden spear.

Seeing Pectoril, whose rationality is still intact, Hansoo narrows his eyes slightly.

'Looks like hell won't work on him.'

I don't know if it was made in pairs, but the black light of purgatory was faintly pushing away the red light of the red-light and protecting Pectoril.

'We have to take that one anyway. That shouldn't be too hard.'

Hansoo muttered as he watched Pectoril turn into a mess while fighting each other.

10 metres of giants are fighting and a small individual like you has to notice.

No, like Pectoril, alone with a slightly different behavior, the other wild acanthia was even more aggressively attacking Pectoril.

Once you've had enough, you can go and finish it and recover the Apocalypse.

Then.

Curr.

On the bottom side that was working earlier, the circular door began to open slowly.

Pectoril, who fought in a frenzy, glanced at the opening of the door.

"First we need to buy some time! '

I don't know what that red orb is, but it won't affect me.

Then, we should avoid each other for a while until the others are all dead. When the situation is settled, we can come up and kill the worm and retrieve the red bead.

'Worm. We'll see.'

Pectoril leaps under the opening door, suppressing his anger.

Kiéek?

Aklan's son, who was looking at Pectoril, hesitated for a moment, then began to draw attention to each other and focus on each other.

It's more urgent to snap the necks of the living than the runaways.

Kuang!

Fectoril landed several feet below the door, clamoring on the floor, realizing that no one was chasing him, sighing for relief.

Phew...

Once I bought some time, my curiosity rose.

'Indeed…. What was in there?'

Stuff that was so precious to Jinns with satellite fortifications.

It can never be common.

No, it would be more valuable than a satellite fortress.

'Metyron. If you took it...' You're a dead man. '

Expectations halfway, Pectoril's face, looking around half worried, changed strangely.

"This is…. What the hell."

It must be worth saving for the Jinns.

And it didn't look like he took it.

But Pectoril was not pleased at all.

"What! Why are you here? Why are you guys here?"

A huge space filled with hundreds of thousands of glowing blue coffins.

Pectoril, who took one of those blue coffins and saw frozen Jinns sleeping like they were dead, screamed.

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