Reincarnator

"What... what are these guys doing here?"

Pectoril looks down as he looks around.

I always wondered after winning.

Where did all the losers and Jinns who ruled the world go?

They even left behind all the glorious civilizations they boasted about and the mighty satellite fortress.

Leave a few behind.

That's why they always felt bad after winning.

Under normal circumstances, we'd have won those we couldn't have won for an unusual reason.

That's why I continued to chase after them, the traces of Jinn.

If there's a serious problem in this world, they could be in danger, even if they leave.

Such were the Jinns in their heads.

God-like beings who do not act for no reason, and can certainly succeed if they have a purpose.

I always followed that trail because I was afraid when they might come back, but I couldn't believe I was this close once.

'That's why the survivors didn't say anything.'

Before that, Pectoril, who tortured to find out where the Jinns were, muttered a few survivors.

That's why they didn't tell us where he was going.

These are all survivors' families or coworkers.

If they realized they were this close, they would have been afraid to try to destroy this place at all costs.

'Then why are they suddenly hibernating.... Are you paying for an epidemic? I didn't see any survivors back then.'

Pectoril looks mysterious and walks around a huge sleeping coffin like hundreds of thousands of dead.

That wasn't all I was curious about.

We need to find out what this Metyron guy who was in here did.

Maybe he just took something very precious and left.

Something came into Pectoril's eyes.

A gem that glows red.

There was a very small, blue jewel embedded in the wall at the end of the corridor with hundreds of thousands of tubes lying around.

'What.'

The size of the jewel was small, but the size of the machine with it was truly enormous.

Just as it consumes the light coming out of the blue jewels, the complex circuit that starts around the middle jewel and extends out all around it is sending blue light towards the hundreds of thousands of coffins where the Jinns have fallen asleep.

It's like the energy of life to keep the sleepers alive.

As Pectoril walks towards the gem with a haunted expression.

Kuaang!

I heard a noise behind me.

'....?'

I laughed at Pectoril's mouth, looking back to see if his people had come.

Pectoril said, looking at the jumping man.

"You're dizzy, too. What are you struggling for?"

He's done anyway.

Unless the apocalypse is triggered, as long as it's in his hands and it stops working, he cannot lay a hand on himself under the protection of the satellite fortress.

"No, that's not it..."

From afar, Acalancia narrows her eyes to the powerful magic that flows from him.

That power, that battle power, I won't ignore it forever.

Moreover, the Aklan's son, who used to sometimes hunt Humans to avoid losing his sense of battle, knows if there are any others.

It's not physical ability that makes them difficult, it's skill skills.

There's no way a creature that size could be a skill, so it must be quite a threat.

'Well, I'm still going to win.'

It worked out fine anyway.

If he had run away with Red Orc in his hand, he would have been more tired.

'I'll kill you right here.'

The moment Pectoril went crazy.

Kuaang!

The massive pectoryl flew toward Hansu, narrowing the distance it had come from.

Boo!

A huge spear, more than 10 metres long, caught in the blue light, is literally smashing towards Hansu.

At that moment.

Kuang!

The golden spear, forked lightning, and pectoryl's reading weapon that was in one hand collided as it did, making a faint falling sound inside the secret space.

The results were clear.

Kuang!

A handful of flesh, unable to overcome the super-strength in a giant spear, bounces up into the air.

Problem of mass before completion.

The weight of the tip of the golden spear is heavier than a handful.

With a weapon weighing several hundred times the amount, Pectoril frowned as he felt the sensation of his fingertips spreading slightly.

It was perfectly normal for him to bounce off, but the impact he felt on his fingertips was less than he thought.

If you consider his skill, this is not enough.

'You flew backwards.'

Gaaaah!

Hansoo, who jumped into the air, stares at his split armor, the heavenly body armor.

You suffered significant damage, despite the gold spears of dead Acalancia on the way, surrounding your body with her dragon pores.

A tremendous destructive power that combines a different level of strength and weight from Levelong.

Kuaang!

The trajectory of Pectoril's golden spear, which narrows the streets at once, was qualitatively different from Leveroons and other Acalancians, who only believed in power.

One thought that it would be difficult to avoid the running golden spear, narrowing the place to avoid it, he hurled a thunderbolt as he chased the attack straight into his body.

Quadruple!

A thick spear the size of a pillar, enclosed by the magical power transmitted from the satellite fortress, cuts through a handful of Dragon Balls and roughly grits both the Dragon Sword and the Celestial Armor.

At the same time.

Kuaaak!

The branch lightning that extended out of one hand was directly near Pectoril's heart.

Kudeuk.

A forked lightning bolt with the power of Magic Invalidation pierced through the barrier of magical power surrounding Pectoril and dug through its golden feathers.

Just like the old days, through the magistrate's armor.

Whimpering.

'Hmmm.'

Pectoril frowns as the strange magical force burrowing through his body shakes his senses.

But it's better to kill yourself if this is what it takes.

'Besides... At this rate, I've been through a lot in my previous experiments with the Jinns!'

Kuaang!

Before the fluttering Pectoril fell, he rolled his feet into position and roughly swung the golden spear in his hand around.

Whoo-hoo!

In the beginning, the 5m judge and the pectoryl in front of the eyes were different sizes themselves.

With a window more than 10 meters long, it was impossible to get close when the storm swept over.

Kwajang Changshang!

Dozens of glass tubes were smashed in one fell swoop by a roughly twisted window.

The body of the Jinn, which was protected by the blue light, was swept away by the aftermath and became a fish without finding any form.

A hopeless end that has been carefully kept precious for hundreds of years.

Hansoo nods back as he digs.

'He's been alive for hundreds of years.'

One big swing of the spear was adapting to the new changes, manipulating his senses in an instant.

Unlike those little guys back there.

The one who lived in the old jungle and fought the Jinns and continued to sharpen himself.

Seeing that, Pectoril smiled greatly.

"Kuhahaha! Doesn't it hurt? But these are the ones who gave you your power, aren't they?"

We're starting to figure out who he is.

He knows too much about bugs.

He must have acquired some information and heritage of the runaway Jinn.

Pectoril looks at the red bead in his hand and plunges.

'You... You don't deserve to use it. It deserves to be used only by our superiors.'

Pectoril then looked around through a somewhat positioned view.

Dead bodies turned into fish meat.

'Heheh heh heh heh heh.'

The scene stimulated the sadism that had been hidden in Pectoril's mind.

The Jinns who had disappeared for no reason always weighed heavily on their hearts.

But look at this!

I can't believe you're barely frozen.

In the past, dozens of Jinns who had scarred themselves with only 500 were killed at once.

'It's too vain to wield so much power. Khhh!'

Pectoril grins.

There is a limit to how weak a natural body can be, even if it has a powerful magical power.

Just Akion right now.

They use them enormously, so they have no power compared to the Jinns.

'Here we go.'

Pectoril happily muttered, dreaming of an ambitious future.

If this world is unified beneath his feet, the useless conflict is over.

Those with a strong flesh, the upper species, can use the civilization of the Jinn even more efficiently.

We will develop a civilization that is not only for Jinn, but for them.

Pectoril looks at the ring in his hand and smiles and tucks it into his fingers.

I don't know what material it was made of, but the ring that could barely fit into a human finger was inserted into Pectoril's finger that was thicker than a human thigh.

"You may want to have this... Heheh. What should I do? You're incapable of stealing it. I think it was a set. Why don't you give it to me now? I'll let you live."

Pectoril's words were not empty.

To commemorate this historic day, I can make him feel good.

Of course, you have to spend the rest of your life locked up in a cage and live as your own pet.

'And…. Let's find out why the Jinns are hibernating here.'

I was going to ask him, but when I saw his face, I didn't even know him.

Then I don't have any more questions for him.

Hansoo smiles as he sees Pectoril flirting and flirting with his fingers.

"Sure."

"What?"

Pectoril was embarrassed by the unexpected answer.

I told you, I didn't think he'd listen at all, so I was getting ready to break him.

And there's no answer for that.

The moment Pectoril panicked.

* Cough *

Something begins to grow at a fierce rate where there was a forked lightning bolt.

Wood Duck.

Quack quack.

"What the...!"

When he saw something growing up in his body that was roughly entangled with his body, he was embarrassed that Pectoril tried to cut it off by empowering his whole body.

This is it!

If you have the strength to bend, you can tear off a lump of slime at once.

Unfortunately, for Pectoril, the unsettled body did not move on its own.

While the muscles, ligaments and nerves played separately and stopped without drawing explosive force, the spores of the mycelium, which contained a whole number of magical forces, grew upside down and covered Pectoril's entire body.

The moment the two things combined and the movement of the pectoryl paused briefly.

"Take it well. Exactly."

Paaaak!

Hansoo throws a rough red jade in his hand.

The Black Bead he boasts about is headed for purgatory.

"Profit!"

Pectoril tried to avoid his hand as if to cut off the spores with an ominous feeling, but unfortunately, the speed of the Redok thrown by Hansoo is literally glowing.

By the time Pectoril was about to make his move, the Redhorn had already reached the brink of doom.

Soon.

Tsk!

A powerful artifact that was supposed to be used together to draw out all the power it saw, but the effect was so powerful that even the Jinns had to split it into two pieces.

The purgatory and erythema that collided with the sound of a stirring sound begin to stir roughly over Pectoril's fingers.

in the shape of a very sinister, dark, bloody pole.

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

"Ooh. Here we go."

Metyron, who was running scared, laughs.

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