Reincarnator

Win.

Wood Duck.

Hansoo narrowed his gaze as he watched the one who was walking nonchalantly.

"The scarlet spear... doesn't belong to him." '

As you know, the iridescent spear is not something you can get here.

It didn't make sense to write what he couldn't get, but he could figure out how to write it all at once.

Fragment of the Seven Souls.

A familiar vibration echoing through his body is telling him.

I could see a few more skills swinging around his body.

Double numbering number 11. God's right hand.

Solo numbering number 4. Lord of Steel.

Below that, the number of double and triple numbering is hard to calculate with your fingers.

Hansoo knew very well who the owner of the Seven Soul Fragments was and who possessed that skill.

Metyron had never met him in person, but the owner of the fragment had met him before when he was dealing with Clementine.

Black Monarch, Shin Tae Hee.

A core force that empowers Clementine's right hand and Clementine to rule the upper boroughs.

Seeing that look on his face, Metyron spun around laughing.

"Well, that's too bad. I want to motivate you.... Because this isn't my skill. You can kill me, but you're a bum."

Hansoo nodded at his words.

In a certain way, it is natural.

If the owner of the Fragment takes the skill he has, eight people will be able to use it alone.

It is much more advantageous to drive in many ways.

Obviously, killing him will not reveal the skill.

However, there are many other valuable things besides skills.

"But it looks like you have something to take."

When he finished, Hansoo raised his bolt of lightning and pointed at him.

His heart, to be exact.

Metyron grins with a glittering tattoo around his heart.

"Well, you're right. Winning is all yours. Kill or save my clan members. Take this, too. Whatever you want."

Metyron smiled in horror at the moment.

"Of course, if I win, I'll take everything from you."

Metyron recalls the 271 clan members who died.

He was stronger than I imagined, so he couldn't win if he didn't plant a devil's nest in his heart, so they died to make time.

They are all that they are, all that they are.

Clementine's orders were never to let him die in a place like this without Tae-hee's.

'So... I'll take that from you, too.'

You are not so ruthless.

Before he got up here, there were 511 clans, including onions.

And now there are ten others.

That's all I'll leave you with.

exactly one in 50,000 out of hundreds of thousands.

And the billions of people who climb up after that will do the same.

With this power in his hands, it is possible.

A monster created to wipe out civilization and bring an end to it, Gael-Tara.

Metyron smiles back at his face and asks.

"How about that? Fair enough?"

Gael-Tara eats away at other satellite fortresses and stalls them until they get stronger.

But Hansoo decided to accept it.

There's no chance of killing him out there anyway.

You have to kill him.

And in order to regain their stamina, they need to play a little bit of his strength.

Hansoo turns the Dragon Sword inside his body, restoring his strength and spitting it out.

"That seems a little unfair. The numbers are too different."

Metyron raises his lip and laughs.

"Unfair? That's not fair. I lost someone precious, and you just lost the scum on your feet."

"..."

"I remember at least the names of the 271 people you killed and the names of their families. Isn't this much better than you? Khh. Do you even know the names of 100 of those hundreds of thousands?"

They're all like family to me.

People who have lived with each other for decades.

Hansoo laughed as well, raising his mouth.

"What's wrong with that? It's not too late to get along after it's convenient. Do you have any idea how many people died playing family games while you sit at the back of your head?"

"... not really. You don't need to talk."

Pow.

In the course of speaking, Metyron couldn't help but draw the light out of his hands.

Kieing!

Seven colors melted out of the atmosphere and gathered into Metyron's hands.

At the same time.

Kuaaaaang!

Guanghui, who shook his hand, once again erupted from Metyron's left hand.

More magical than before.

At that moment.

Kuaang!

Hansoo also gathered his dragon processing and hypnotic sword at the end of the spear and swung his power of destruction like a cracking iris spear.

This narrow passageway is inevitable in narrow spaces.

Unlike minnows, the iridescent spear is made of light and has no weaknesses.

Must be offset only by the same destructive force.

Blah blah!

The moment when a single window and light hit.

Surprisingly, the window smashed against the massless light.

The Dragon Ball was washed away and the spores of the bacterium shriveled.

'I see.'

I swung my broken-down spear and pulled my body out of the range of light as far as I could.

Skill strength is even higher.

However, it is different from skilled and magical.

The opposing Pokémon borrows skills that have already increased their skill stats to the maximum to inflict enormous magical power.

The light that pushes the bolt of lightning with overwhelming aggression knocks you down.

Chihuahua!

A handful of flesh was exposed to the light and began to burn.

However, Hansoo shook his hand and stepped forward without hesitation.

Against the freezing, splitting and burning light of his body.

It's hard to watch a battle with skills and attack power anyways.

He believes in a much more powerful body, tireless stamina, and defensive power than he does.

Kuoooo!

Metyron smiles as he looks at the rhinoceros as they push in.

"Hahaha! Why don't you try the apocalypse?"

But Hansoo ignored his words and went on to be kind.

Now is not the time to save the apocalypse, if only it could be consumed like he said.

Jinn and all, living first means something.

However, if the person who created this had hatred for Jinn, he wouldn't have prepared for hell.

Apparently, Carmen created an apocalypse.

Of course we can prepare for it.

Unlike humans whose brains are dying over time, especially given the traits of a true person whose knowledge grows higher for a year and a year.

This creature will never consume purgatory if it is made to deal with the Jinn.

'Maybe it will work.... You can't gamble.'

If all the magic stops and this one moves swiftly, there will be no such disaster.

Kuaang!

Metyron tried to clear the streets, but it was a narrow passageway in the first place.

Moreover, physical ability is much more powerful.

Hansoo, who pushed the apocalypse into the last burrow, swung his spear roughly toward the one who had just arrived.

Whoo-hoo!

A spear surrounded by dragon pores swooped forward and flew like a crack in his head.

At the same time, as the mycelium sword was wreaking havoc and spreading, it constrained his movements and began to burn nerves.

But just as he had no intention of avoiding a single spear in the first place, Metyron forcefully lowered his right hand toward the center of the flying window.

A fist that glows red like a ruby.

Hansoo looks at his fist and, without being careless, gives his spear more strength.

'God's right hand.'

A special touch that can only be overwritten by a right hand.

A powerful destructive force that destroys anything is more like a tomb.

One feature.

Void Authority.

Just as a god gains power from a creature, when struck by a fist surrounded by that skill, all lower skills and magical power are ignored and the power of a higher skill is drastically reduced.

The red curled fist strikes relentlessly over a handful of spears covered in dragon pores.

Kuaang!

The strangely twisted spear bends like a broken lightning bolt, despite decreasing most of its power.

At the same time, a number of bodies swelled up and bounced back.

Looking at it, Metyron narrows his eyes.

There was blood on his fingertips that hit the spear.

'An unknown artifact... an unknown skill. Where the hell did they get that?'

God's right hand nullifies most skills.

The user attacks the target with a devastating fist.

Most of them have to go down in this one shot.

The user fights with magical power that is almost ten times closer than the target.

And yet, all the pores surrounding him have not been nullified, nor have the artifacts been destroyed.

The fact that the level of the artifact is exceptional and the skill level is much higher than yourself.

As you know, Tae-hee's unique skill and higher skill are less than ten, including the Scarlet Spear.

Kang-tae's Immortality, Keldian's Spirits, and Eres' SuperPicture.

But he doesn't know any of those skills.

'... I'll become a monster once I get the message.'

Metyron grips his fist and mutters.

The common thing about superior skills is that they need enormous magical power to match their power.

Of course, efficiency is often superior to power, but it also consumes a lot of magical power because it is strong.

The problem is that no matter how good you are, your magic is fair to everyone.

The one in front of you or the one out there with the same magic power.

If the magic is already on the floor, it will be consuming enough to make it normal, but the only reason he can still fight is because he is good at dispensing magic.

How many times more magical can a guy like that get?

And what if you were to spray your skills all over the place?

'I'll catch it here no matter what.'

Moment.

A bronze glow emanates from Metyron's body.

At the same time, the bronze lights surround ten clan members who were unable to intervene.

Unique skill.

The ultimate crowd boosting skill, except for ultraviolet light.

Lord of Steel.

Magic is powerful anyway.

"I'll press it at once! '

Kuaang!

Soon, ten clans and Metyron rush headlong into Hansu.

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

Food duck.

Caltus narrows his gaze as he watches a single frontal globe fly.

'... what? Avoid them all? What's this all of a sudden?'

Caltus gives you a silly look.

They must have gone to deal with the leftovers.

And you're telling me to run from them endlessly?

When Calculus tries to make fun of you.

Bang, bang! Bang, bang!

I can feel the ground buzzing from afar.

What the...

Endless earthquakes.

Caltus shudders outside the barracks.

At the same time.

Caltus has no choice but to doubt his own eyes.

That's how unrealistic it was.

< Kuaaaa! >

Kuaang!

A satellite fortress on the run was being beaten to the ground by an unknown creature.

At the same time, the beast began to ravage the Satellite Fortress with ferocity.

Enemies.

Wood Duck.

Every time the monster ate through the Satellite Fortress, the blue aura surrounding his body intensified and his skin soaked in bronze.

Kuaang!

Kuang!

Satellite forts are firing all over the place, but it's all a bluff.

The beast focuses solely on eating back and forth, beating all the cannons that blew up the mountain in a single blow.

Feed them to the satellite fortress that terrified them so much.

"Ahhhh!"

"Ow!"

The ground splits open and the earth resonates with just the aftermath of the meal.

Thanks to him, even though he didn't care about Humans, the travellers were freaking out and running around.

Caltus stares at the scene, dumbfounded, muttering.

'We…. You're so weak.'

Even the Jinns with such a powerful civilization are now giving themselves up and asking for peace.

What if the number of human beings that have undergone physical reinforcement and the treatment of witchcraft has increased to hundreds of millions or billions in the future?

I thought there was nothing to be afraid of.

That's why Caltus didn't understand why Hansoo was running so hard.

Even in the upper terrain, if it's a place for people to live, it's not really a job for them.

If there was no problem on the outside, it was the inside that mattered, and that was why it focused on taking control.

But now I realize it's a big mistake.

'Damn…. Here we go. We're still bugs.'

Boom, boom! Boom, boom!

< Rrrrghhh! >

"Evacuate! Everyone evacuate!"

As you swing the club from a distance and see the bronze monster leaping toward the next keep, Caltus cries out in close proximity to the scream.

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