Reincarnator
< 57. Disarm (6) >
Curr.
After the conversation.
Akun nods his head, the chapter of the souls with one condition.
< Good, I accept the terms. >
The conditions are unsatisfactory, but there is nothing I can do.
Otherwise, I don't know how long I'll be stuck here.
Hansoo opens his mouth, looking at Akun like that.
"Let's get this test started."
You are trapped here, but an ominous feeling beats your brain.
Things are never going to be good out there.
We need to get out of here quickly.
Akun nods heavily.
< Exams are not complicated. There's only one condition we need. >
Testing doesn't have to be complicated.
Just as long as it's hard.
And the test of the soul is so difficult that it's not even comparable to the test of the flesh before.
Akun opens his mouth, pointing his hand at the back and tens of thousands of souls.
Accept us all. >
The Three Kingdoms.
The Lancel's stake scatters.
The walls of Arhal will fall.
And God's crushed vertebrae... suck and store.
All kinds of power.
Therefore, the shredded vertebrae used as the nucleus of the seal contain tremendous energy and grudge throughout the body.
However, in order to remove the seal and properly use the fracturing spine, it is necessary to absorb all the force.
It embraces 66,666 souls in a shredded spine.
The energy of the dragon veins, all of it.
controlling every ounce of their energy and every ounce of anger.
That's the basic condition for controlling God's crushed vertebrae.
We need to cram all those souls into their bodies and control them so they don't explode.
If it fails, it's either.
Or your whole body explodes.
Or go crazy.
Commander, Akun said as he killed himself.
< If you are afraid, you can give up now. >
At his words, Hansoo turned his neck and took a step forward.
"Go ahead."
The moment I dropped my horse.
Akun nods his head and gestures back and forth.
Tens of thousands of red bitten souls rush toward Hansu at the same time.
< It will be very difficult. I hope I'm not interrupted before this is over. >
Work that requires a full mental focus.
It becomes more difficult when interruptions come in from the outside.
Akun mutters, seeing a handful surrounded by tens of thousands of souls.
.............................
The people who were fighting stopped.
Suspicions began to rise from people's eyes.
Of course, we know very well how dedicated the leader, Camille, has been to them.
I didn't see that attitude as false.
No, I wouldn't fight with my life on the line like that if I were lying.
But I doubt it.
All of a sudden they find themselves.
And that thing was hidden in the leader's leg, the prosthetic leg.
You can't sneak something like that into Camille's leg.
A question popped into people's heads.
'... can we fight on his orders? Maybe he was beaten to death at the last minute?'
I began to think of things in people's heads.
It could be pretending to fight desperately with themselves and trying to keep them from leaving.
Or there could be something else they don't know.
They didn't all know about this world either.
Seeing the scene, Camille grips her teeth.
'... damn it.'
I think I hear it already.
There's a rattle.
If we doubt each other because we can endure it with one mind and one mind, the result is obvious.
Most of all, it's not worth it.
It's different.
Kuaang!
"Khhhhh!"
"Damn it!"
The red tides and gold tides that noticed the gap began to tear through the gap without pity.
Between cracks in trust.
"Oh, no!"
Camille tries to jump into the balance with the other leg, but is blocked by someone.
To Sharon Stiller, Camille's opponent.
Sharon Steeler exclaims with a smile.
"Hahaha! Where are you going?"
Kuaang!
Later, a noise erupted between Sharon Stiller and Camille.
Camille desperately exclaims at Sharon Stiller.
"The twelve tribes move this way..."
But the moment I saw people's faces,
Camille could see that she was defeated by Sharon Steeler.
Looking into the eyes of those filled with anxiety and disbelief, Camille realized that she had made a mistake.
'I had to deny it desperately.'
Makes sense or not, I should have denied it first.
Evidence so clear.
And the guilt in your heart.
Together, they brought hesitation to Camille, and as a result, she convinced them.
Maybe, really, their leader betrayed them.
Moment.
Kuaang!
The dragon of red flame emanating from Sharon Steeler's body literally struck the chamomile oil.
"Grrrgh!"
"Hahaha! It's over!"
Sharon Stiller smiles joyfully as she sees the flaming camille.
'Ah. Stress relieving.'
Sharon Stiller's jaw creased up and down as he watched the dead buggers' faces from everywhere.
He hides it because of his usual image, but he has a very bad habit.
It's a hobby that makes you a bug killer in some way.
'I wasn't a bug killer in the first place.'
Sharon Steeler recalls the beginning of the game.
I liked that it went well in the game because I was quite talented.
But he had overlooked something.
The moment the game started because I liked it, it became incredibly stressful.
As soon as it became a hobby, it was no longer a hobby, whether it was a reality or a game.
However, Sharon Stiller was living under tremendous stress, despite smiling outside the ventricle.
Then one day.
Sharon Stiller happens to see a bug killer hunting a bug player.
To be precise, the look on the faces of the hunted.
The ones who are logging out as they act out.
The expression of despair on the face of those who gain powerful power but have only one life in return.
At that moment.
Sharon Stiller realizes what path she needs to take.
'I love it.'
Seeing Camille's desperate expression, she said Sharon Steeler was satisfied.
They're urgent, but not themselves.
If he dies, he'll live.
It allows them to confirm that they are in a safe position.
It was so much fun to see the miserable in a safe place, and then Sharon Stiller could figure out how to relieve his stress.
Since then, I've been studying and looking for them to see more of that day, and I've gone one step further and tried to find them and kill them.
In doing so, it became the promotion of the Red March.
Sharon Steeler smiles.
'Now…. Let's get this over with. Quit playing around.'
This is a rare event in her life.
I like to relax, but something shiny back there keeps catching my mind.
Sharon Steeler, who decided to finish quickly, maximized the output of the Spirit Stone.
Phew!
The flame of the red flower began to burn beyond compare.
It's so painful for Camille in front of me.
"Gruuurrggh..."
Sharon Stiller's blade splits open, causing extreme pain.
Camille gripped her teeth and looked desperate.
Not because of pain, but because of people dying around them.
Despite their desperate efforts to resist, they are not alone.
Only one person who is able to command them with all the characteristics of the contract is able to fight them perfectly.
"Please! If this happens...!"
Camille exclaimed urgently, but all she came back with was a look of doubt and anxiety.
Camille was pitiful.
No leader can surpass the goal of disbelief.
Contracts don't allow for human emotions.
They fought vigilantly, not just themselves, but also those who used to be close to them.
There's no way a proper combat power can come from that state.
Even Einzell watches the people of the anthill as they fight, and Camille turns to look at Sharon Steeler running towards him, gripping his teeth and touching his sleeve.
Tattoo on the sleeve, to be exact.
'If you use this... Can we win?'
But Camille shakes her head.
This is not something you can write about if you want to.
Because the person who gave it to him said,
And now the conditions were not good.
Eventually, Camille, who was touching her sleeve, gave up and grabbed the knife.
'Hang on. Just a little longer...' All you have to do is hold on a little longer! '
Muscles. Muscles.
The pulse of blood vessels echoes in all directions.
Like something's gonna happen.
Moment.
The problem was not just watching Camille.
Sharon Stiller slaps his mouth shut.
That one.
There's something beating in there that hasn't put people through the muck of despair yet.
Like that's a leash of hope.
'I don't like it. That's me... I think I'm gonna get the look I want.'
I was worried about making people feel awkward.
A situation where we won because we were divided and had a gap.
'Well, he's out of the way now.'
The Camille who stopped her also became half-full, and Deputy Chief Olson seemed to be able to relax.
When he's done, Sharon Stiller sends a simple note to Olson.
Spirit Stones are extremely powerful on their own, but they can be even more destructive if used properly.
Just like I did with Camille's prosthetic limb.
Frozen and sweet.
It freezes.
Repeat for inflation, contraction and expansion.
At least in his experience, he's never seen one not smashed into this connector.
'Go to power. First, me.'
Moment.
Kuaang!
The heat alone burned the skin of Camille, and the flames flew in a straight line.
Head for the blood vessel mass you can see from afar.
In fact, the blazing flame of overwhelming power began to make its way through the oil and into a mass of blood vessels surrounded by water.
Camille clenches her fist, expressing a desperate look at the powerful attack that made hundreds of people stagger at once.
'... no.'
Never be disturbed.
Hansoo's work is their only hope.
If even that hope falls, they're all dead.
But there is no way.
'Dammit... you've been playing so far.'
Before Camille was stunned by the firepower of another dimension.
In Camille's head, she remembered a conversation with the prophet.
< One prophecy is a little cheaper in exchange for saving the lives of children. I will bless you. But remember, to use this blessing properly, you must enter Spirit Land. There's something I need to do inside. >
Then the prophet gave two more advice.
One.
There are some travelers who have received this blessing before, but they may have entered Spirit Land, so if you meet them, get help.
< Maybe…. It's going to be enormous.Huhu. It's such an amazing power. Be sure to stop by when you have time. We can't get out, but you can. >
Remembering the prophet's words, Camille smiled bitterly.
He was tied to a maze, too.
If you left for Spirit Land at that time, you might have gained its power, but all the others in the anthill would have died.
In the hands of Himura who suspects treachery.
After all, the prophet continued to give a second advice.
Warnings, not advice, to be exact.
< If you cannot enter the land of the spirits and solve the problem.... Just pretend you don't exist. Even if the conditions are right and you can use it to some extent.... When it's over, you will die. >
Camille smiles faintly, recalling the prophet's words.
"Perfect timing. '
I don't believe there are good times to die.
But at least it can't be more perfect than now.
Now that the conditions have been met by the opponent, all you need is to be prepared.
'Because I did it... I have to solve it.'
Camille grins her teeth and rolls up her sleeve.
And...
Huuug!
After taking a deep breath, Camille stared at the flame that melted the labyrinth.
I jumped right into it.
Towards a wild flame.
Soon.
Kuaaaaang!
The flames collide with the oil and spit out a huge explosion.
Soon.
Kieing!
A tattoo caught in the flames of a giant spirit begins to erupt violently.
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