Reincarnator

Hansoo snorted.

'This is why players who have found this place in their past lives haven't been able to use shredding trends.'

I heard an old rumor and thought it was strange.

The player who found the Seal here in the maze didn't have a shred button in his hand.

He was the one who found it, but the shredder was in the other person's hands.

I thought there would be some quicksand, but when I came here, I could tell.

'Maybe he lacked abilities.'

Hansoo mutters.

The player did not have the ability to withstand the physical examination of the crushed vertebrae, nor the ability to grant such a wish.

So you went looking for him.

'Jean Oh.'

Hansoo thought of the former owner of the crushed spur and coldly laughed.

Zhang ‎, you have not waged war against the Empire ‎.

However, the seal was loosened beautifully, the sixth diaphragm occurred, and Zhang Zhao himself went around with a broken spine in his hands.

Zhang Oh must have made this offer.

There is one word for that.

'This is not a requirement.'

Hansoo smiled coldly and said.

"Really? Then we're done."

< Hm, you say no? >

Hansoo nods, looking at the soul answering with a surprised expression.

'Pretend you're not here.'

He definitely said it with his own mouth.

It's been 800 years.

In a certain sense, it's natural.

The transcendents, kingdoms and imperial figures who have surpassed the limits of their flesh and surpassed the level of 250 are reluctant to enter here and do not even think about acquiring a shredder.

You can't break their seals with your own hands.

And players with level restrictions will never pass this test.

No, the test of the flesh will never pass the test of the soul, even if it is possible to pass.

That is, the conclusion is one.

"Can you really reject me? I've been coming here for 800 years. '

In fact, even if you're not yourself, the seal of the Dragon vein will be broken in a year.

You're not the only one who can pass this test.

But these guys have a different story.

You don't know that.

Hansoo spoke again.

"I know your power is attractive. But you have to have a conscience. You know how powerful empires and kingdoms can be."

< Umm... >

"If you give up this power instead of turning empires and kingdoms into enemies, that's enough. I'm not going anywhere."

Of course, you can never give up the crushed vertebrae.

No matter what happens, we have to unseal the Demihumans.

But they can't know that.

It's even funnier to think that a traveler like yourself desperately wants to unseal a Demihuman.

< Hmmm.... >

It's different.

Unlike the commander in front, who is pretending to be spontaneous, the expression on the back of the souls starts to distort.

The void of hatred bursts like a balloon that was inflated.

· · · ·. Damn it. How much longer? >

< The sky is also careless. How long will you keep us here? >

The captain who was standing in front of the explicit exhausted attitude of those souls froze, but he sighed.

There was nothing wrong with it.

< Goddamn it, get lost. You son of a bitch. >

They're trapped here, but they know it.

I borrowed the power of the Dragon Vessel, but it's that much power. Gathering the power of the Kingdom will give the Mages as much as they want.

It's one of the three old habits of the Empire, but in other words, there are still two of those things left in the Empire.

Their vengeance pierces the sky, but in the end it is just a collection of losers.

Trapped in here, burning with anger.

Picking up one of these shredded vertebrae won't break the bones of the Empire and the Kingdom.

'Maybe his legacy of almost destroying the world.'

Then.

Hansoo opened his mouth in disgust.

"No, no, no. But that doesn't mean I don't covet this power. It's fascinating. The stronger the power, the better."

<... What are you trying to say? >

As if torturing hope, the commander spits out a strand of grudge.

He talks like that, but he's not greedy.

A typical look in the eyes of a man who has nothing to lose.

Hansoo said with a smile.

"Let's make a deal. You can be satisfied, and I can be satisfied."

<... tell me. >

The man didn't like the situation, but he couldn't help it.

I haven't missed an opportunity that I've had in 800 years, and I don't know when I'll be back.

Hansoo smiled at the man.

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

Kuaang!

A flaming sword rushes out at Camille, the traveler in front of her eyes.

An attack that literally burns the atmosphere of all directions.

Spirit Stone, a flame containing the true power of the Red Flower.

Confrontation is certainly impossible.

It's not like the War Forts and Spirit Land have suddenly emerged as popular hunting grounds.

The devastating power that overwhelms even the same master player.

Moment.

Huuug!

Seven skills appeared strangely in the body of the traveler, Camille, at the same time.

A single burst of skills warped the space, pushed air, and pulled the corpse of camellia relied on a prosthetic limb back and forth.

Glug-ug-ug!

With incredible control, Sharon Steeler narrows his gaze as he looks at Camille outside his attack range.

'Preparation · · · ·.'

Sharon Stiller expressions that he disliked seeing the camellia dripping in front of him desperately.

I felt so good just when I first came in.

I didn't think I'd see where he was going, and all the buggers who were worried about where he was going were gathering to make a decision.

If Arthur Kransheka pays you enough to eat every last one of these and rebuild the seal upstairs, that's perfect.

I thought if I pushed the red tide, I could sweep it all away, even if there were fewer numbers.

But these bastards were so desperate to survive.

Since it's a bug player, it's natural to have good control, but their attitude is problematic.

They were organically cooperating, sometimes putting out arms and legs for their colleagues, stopping the attack on the Red Marble and reducing the number of gold marbles.

'If we go like this, we will win · ·.'

Sharon Steeler narrows his glance as he looks at Camille, swirling around him at a terrifying speed.

Even if we keep going, we still win.

Even if they're fighting well, the fallen Tributes can be brought back to life as Phoenix Stones.

On the contrary, the numbers were shrinking.

But there was something that bothered me.

Chi Yin.

'What the hell is that?'

Sharon Steeler glances away at the object in the middle of the cross, rather than fighting.

Something in the shape of a strange red egg, wrapped around something, stands in the middle of the cross and sprinkles heat to all sides.

No, not just heat, but massive amounts of steam and smoke.

The heat was so intense that everything around it was burning, filling the entire pupil with cloudy smoke.

The delay in hunting is also due to this smoke.

Unlike those who rely heavily on vision, Bug players were quite free.

Naturally, the smoky environment is favorable to them.

No, actually, the acting wasn't the problem, to be honest.

More than that, Sharon Steeler struggles with that unidentified object.

I don't see the one that troubles me the most.

An odd bunch of red blood vessels in his place.

There's no way I won't be offended.

'I thought we could finish quickly and go up · ·. Tough.

Sharon Stiller frowned at the camille communicating with strange signs and shocks everywhere.

It really annoyed the response of tight-knit bug players under his guidance.

· · · on the subject of betrayal. You're acting like a commander. Annoying. '

Moment.

Sharon Steeler smiles faintly.

"Yes, the traitor. '

At least those who are being erased over there have a right to know the truth.

Thoughtful so far, Sharon Steeler roars loudly, whistling with flames around his body.

"Haha! Aren't you curious? How exactly did we track you down?"

"Oops."

Camille bites her teeth and slaps a few skills to silence Sharon Stiller, but it's all for nothing.

The thick walls of flames that were bloomed by the red flowers melted all the magic of the black oil.

Sharon Steeler glances around, smiling as he casually watches the footsteps of the chamomile.

It's different.

The expression on everyone's face when they were fighting raises suspicion.

It's weird that they're chasing themselves this precisely when you think about what they're dealing with.

Looking at them, Sharon Steeler exclaims loudly.

"Because someone helped us! Ah-ha-ha!"

Then Sharon Stiller whipped up the flames and hit the exact spot where the chamomile oil was.

Paoaoaoaoang!

It wasn't hard to avoid because I was preparing, but Camille's expression was stiff.

Seeing Camille like that, people made a curious face.

'Nonsense. Camille?

The leader betrayed you? '

But it can't be explained otherwise.

They're all constrained by the nature of Camille.

If there is a traitor, Camille is the only one.

Moment.

"You bastards! You're making all the fuss because it didn't work out! Get lost!"

Einzell suppresses his anxiety and shouts out loud.

Even if she's telling the truth, she shouldn't admit it now.

Now that strength and power are in sharp confrontation, a single suspicion, division, truly comes to a deadly end.

If you know who the leader is, who listens to him?

'After · · ·. It's not too late to ask.'

All that matters now is getting this over with.

Then.

Sharon smiles bloody and looks back at Olson.

Moment.

Phew!

A storm of cold air emanates from Olson's body, relentlessly reaching for Camille.

"Oops."

As Camille leaps into the air to avoid the cold waves that are reaching for her ankles.

Whoo-hoo!

The flame from Sharon Stiller's body constrained the movement of the black oil.

Damn it!

The moment Camille hesitated for a moment at the same time as the attack on her.

Boo-hoo!

Camille's prosthetic limb remains frozen in the cold wave.

A flaming storm swept over the oil like that.

When Camille saw it, she clenched her teeth and raised her hand to hit the prosthetic leg.

Blah, blah!

Camille's hand knocks the prosthetic limb off at once, and Camille, who is free of her will, climbs up the gap and pulls herself up into the air at once.

Ta-tak!

Olson and Sharon Stiller who tried to attack failed, and Camille managed to pull herself out, but the look on her face was completely opposite.

Sharon Stiller glances at the distorted look of black oil, then walks up and pulls the frozen limb out of the ice and starts melting with heat.

Glug glug.

Soon.

The legs that could not withstand the expansion and contraction of heat and cold broke.

And then something snapped out of it.

An artifact with a peculiar pattern.

Sharon Steeler glances around the artifact and opens his mouth with a smile.

"Wouldn't having these trackers on your body prove to be an excellent ally?"

Speechless.

At that moment.

The rumbling grows, and Camille grips her teeth.

'Damn it.'

The last of the shackles they put together.

· · · If you take this off. I will hunt them down and kill them all, knowing it means betrayal. I got it from the royal family, no matter how small it looks. It's pretty rare, so keep it on. Hahahaha. >

In the past, Camille looks down at the laughter of Himura.

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