Reincarnator

Demihumans' Curse.

This curse takes place when you go down five floors to hunt Demihumans.

The moment you kill a Demihuman, the strange energy emanating from their bodies wraps their hands around the tanners to kill them.

That left a strange tattoo on the player's body, and the last traces of the acts left by the Demihumans were called Demihumans' Curses.

Of course, the players didn't even care.

Because they didn't have any penalties if they got caught.

Rather, it was more important to get protection from the Demihumans, so they went down to the fifth floor to pick up the Demihumans every day.

But Camille heard something different.

< This curse is a means to distinguish those who did not kill our kind. Only those without this curse can receive blessings. >

Blessings received in doing so.

This blessing has only one function.

'Born to rule over spirits...' '... to borrow some of Demihuman's abilities.' '

In fact, it doesn't mean anything.

I just don't have the strength or the spirit to control it.

In a way, this is just a license.

A license granted to those who can control the vast power of the Spirit's work.

But now the story is different.

Right now, that power is right in front of you.

Whoo-hoo!

With the symbol engraved on Camille's body, I started sucking out the flames without hesitation.

A piece of ore that was made by a bunch of extinct spirits' ideals, a fragment of the power generated by Spirit Stone.

"Huh? Huh?"

Sharon Stiller stares at you, bewildered from afar.

'You've never seen anything like this.'

Seeing Sharon Steeler like that, Camille muttered.

I had to.

Players who were only targeted at killing Demihumans would have been deprived of even the chance to receive blessings.

Of course, you've never heard that someone can absorb the power of the Spirit Stone.

But Camille could never build a winning smile.

I realized it all at once.

Why did the prophet warn us to use the power of the Spirit Stone without entering Spirit Land?

Cough!

Camille vomited blood as she felt something crumbling in the corner of her body.

The blessing of Licence and Demihuman prevents the whole body from being destroyed and melted immediately by the power of the Spirit.

It prevents hostilities with the power of spirits first.

But still, dealing with that power is a completely different problem.

A force born with the will to purify pure nature.

Humans are not in control.

We need a presence to help us control this power.

And unfortunately, there was no kindness in Camille to help me deal with the power of spirits beyond the Spirit Stone.

It helps control the spirit's spirit's spirit's spirit's mind, but Camille doesn't have a Spirit Stone Helper that is just a fragment of a Spirit.

In that state, he forcibly took the power away and put it inside his body, but the inside of his body cannot be intact.

An intensely crimson-colored energy that flutters like a mad herd in the body.

And the aftermath of that energy.

His intestines were rapidly disintegrating.

'Still · · ·. First of all, we sealed it off.'

Camille mutters, vomiting blood.

Sharon Stiller was embarrassed to see her spirit stone fading away in an instant.

Of course, even his own body is full of shit.

Even if it was a small spirit stone, it absorbed all the power of the Class S Spirit Stone that was brought to its maximum output.

This was beyond the limits that the flesh could endure, no matter how strong it was.

His body was about to explode.

Your body is covered in orange as if it had swallowed lava, and your whole body is gushing up with smoke everywhere.

Even if all this energy is released, his body will slowly melt and disintegrate.

Irreversible.

However, there is a way to use this abundant energy in your body.

'The body will die anyway.'

Camille looks at the red algae and gold algae staring at her from afar, and similarly sends a sign to Einzell looking at her surprised eyes.

Aichel can count on it.

You've helped yourself for a long time, so there shouldn't be any big problem.

< I need your back. >

"Wait…!"

Before Eichel turned his back on the sign.

Kuang!

Camille jumps into the air as she gathers her energy under one foot.

Directly in the middle, he looked embarrassed at himself and looked towards the center of the enemy horde.

While doing so, Camille closed her eyes, looking at the red tide that was aiming hard at her.

It didn't matter anyway.

'I can finally be comfortable. It's been a long time since I've seen them.'

It's been too hard on me mentally and physically.

Because of the guilt of betrayal and the anxiety about the Himura Ant Lick Clan, who doesn't know when to come in.

It was more anxiety about tomorrow than relief to fill my mind if I stayed the day.

I was holding out all day because of my friends who were taken hostage when Himura caught me, and the travelers of the anthill who believed in me, but now I want to rest.

All the hostage friends are dead anyway.

'Here we go, Mr. Hansoo, and Einzell. Be nice.'

When I'm done thinking.

Camille unleashed Ein's blessing, her will to suppress the enormous energy that was forcing it to gush out from her body.

Head for the red tide and the gold tide, swinging swords in front of you.

Camille smiles faintly as she feels the energy emanating from her body.

Soon.

Kwaaaahhhhhh!

An enormous noise and heat erupted and exploded toward all of the gills, red tides, and all of them.

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

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

The steam and smoke fill the entire pupil.

And standing in between, Einzell stares at the fumes that could have exploded.

Though the explosion was so intense that neither myself nor the travellers could escape, the flame storm that passed through them did not harm their bodies in the dust.

No, beyond that, the heat of the passage was gently enveloping the body, wrapped in flames.

It's like a piano distinguisher.

Christopher, who was standing next to me, cried out.

"The attack on the spirits... they say they can tell the pia apart." '

This is different from the skill of bombarding a pia without discrimination.

Power that conceals enemies and allies delicately because it has a second strike and a clear will to attack.

That's why it shines in a turbulent battle where everyone mixes up and pours out their strength.

'... but there must have been a limit to how little we can cover. To him.'

Christopher looks sad to think of Camille.

Whatever the effectiveness of the tattoo was, it seemed clear that there were limits.

Otherwise, you don't have to choose an extreme number of suicide bombings.

Christopher felt a slight heat and sighed for relief.

'Anyway · · ·. This should hold.'

Of course, they have the Phoenix Stones, so it's unlikely, but with this much power, they would have used all the Phoenix Stones once.

I can't help it.

'Plus · · ·. The wavering doubts seem to have cleared up.'

All the faces of those who saw Camille's sacrifice were frozen.

However, it is clear that at least all the expressions of disbelief and anxiety that were covering them flew away.

When Christopher smiled and said, "Thank God."

Phew.

Christopher's body gives me a chill.

Christopher stopped feeling it.

'... cool?'

Even if heat cannot harm them, there is no reason to be cool.

The look on Christopher's face of anxiety.

Blah-blah.

You hear something freezing and exploding in the distance, between the smoke.

When people are grabbing their weapons while they're pulling up tension.

Phew.

The smoke cleared and the sights inside revealed.

Frozen solid ground.

Hundreds, thousands of icicles and ice walls, melting and freezing again.

That ice earth must be the source of their cold.

"Oh, shit. You can't be..."

When people cry out.

Damn it.

"Ouch. Crazy. You guys are crazy. What the hell is this?"

Far out, she makes a double vow between the ice, and someone breaks through the ice.

Proud that this cold is the power of spirits, boasting that it's not frozen at all.

Boo-hoo.

Blah.

'Goddamn it.'

Christopher grinds his teeth as he looks at the players coming out of the ice.

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

Blah, blah!

Along with the sound of breaking something, the gauntlet's blue light that was in the man's hand suddenly faded away.

It's as if something from the power supply had been destroyed.

The man, Olson, frowns, glancing at his gloves.

"You bastards. Do you know how long it's been? It's for a house. The cost of a house."

The price of a Spirit Stone is high enough to be traded for a house in the middle of the metropolitan area.

No, it's not the price, it's the supply itself, so it's much harder to get.

A while ago, the spirit stone was shattered when I used it.

The final appeal of the Spirit Stone that allows it to exert several times its usual power in a single moment.

'Damn it. I can't not use it.'

Olson sharpened his teeth.

Sharon's previous attack unleashed all the power of the Spirit Stone.

If you got it right, most of the people here would have been logged out.

Then the ones in front of them would have all fled through that gap.

That's a loss you can't compensate with just one Spirit Stone.

'Well, the Clan Master will take care of it.'

As Olson clears his mind, he shouts backwards through the smoke.

"Hey! Come out! Let's finish what we started!"

In the back, the gills and the redhorns begin to grind their teeth and come out of the ice.

They were cool because of the suicide bombing a while back.

'But it's over.'

As Olson walks forward, grinding his teeth.

Tuck.

Olson's right foot curls up with something, and Olson narrows his head to see something.

Camille had fallen on the ground half-dead, even though her whole body was boiling to death.

You didn't dig. '

When I think about it, my body didn't become a bomb, and I was overheated by energy and dying, so I can live if I'm lucky.

If the cold that erupted as his Spirit Stone exploded and cooled the body of an overheated beast, it would be possible.

'Well, I don't think he'll be happy about it.'

Thanks to the cold, this one survived, but thanks to the cold, everyone behind him will die.

Of course, so is this guy at the feet.

Kudeuk.

Olson chuckles and kicks the cami oil lying flat like a mop, then opens his mouth to bug players looking desperately at himself.

"You bastards. Let's not take any further chances. And don't feel bad. Think of it like you're coming with us."

"You son of a bitch."

Olson smiles coldly as he looks at Christopher speechless.

At least he's dead.

They will disappear as their EXP and artifact.

'Watch how far we get. It's just beginning.'

When Olson mumbles.

From the clouds of steam, a blurry cavity filled with clouds of faint air and collisions with ice and heat, a thundering device was heard.

"Let's go together. That's a great idea."

"What the..."

Before Olson says good-bye.

Quadruple!

A hand pops out of the smoke.

'What?! Until we get this close!'

The moment Olson panicked and tried to swing the Gauntlet.

Quadruck!

An absurd force strikes Olson's fist in one fell swoop and grabs him by the neck.

Quadruck.

"Shhh…"

Chi Chi Yin.

The thick arm that grabbed Olson's neck lifts him into the air, and the fluffy grip begins to burn all of Olson's face and neck.

Hansoo walked out of the smoke with his whole body on. He smiled coldly and choked.

"Here we go."

Be fertilizer. '

Kwauk.

The moment Hansoo empowered his hands.

The red angler smashes Olson's head in one fell swoop.

This is a natural outcome in a way.

But we can't be satisfied with these guys.

A beam of voices resounded in such a number of heads.

< The number of players in the maze is 67, 313. You won't get away with it. The first floor is still blocked. >

I look satisfied with the words of someone who is echoing around in my head.

Primary objective achieved.

Pull as hard as you can before entering the second wave.

'I'll kill you all.'

In addition to his grip, Hansoo, whose whole body was bitten with blood red like a soul, looked at the whole labyrinth as if it was lustful.

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

The Grand Maze, deep underground.

The whole body was as dim as quivering smoke, but when it became clear, I looked up at the ceiling at the vibrations of those who would be in human form.

Cursed covering, blocking them from looking down into the sky.

< It's finally starting. >

The woman on the inside mutters.

< 57. Disarm (7) > End

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