Reincarnator
< 59. Power (4) >
Cough!
Knng!
A vast plains situated between a war fortress and the land of the spirits.
There was literally a massive collision between thousands and tens of thousands of forces.
Quadruple!
Demihumans, a race made of mysterious shadows that come from the ground and march to the land of the burning spirit.
The armies of the kingdom are marching and marching to prevent Demihumans from heading towards the Spirit Land.
Kuaang!
Cuddle-Duck!
A pillar of flame rises from all sides and a cloud of lightning appears.
The middle managers of the evil kingdom shouted at the whale as they saw the tribes, the Demibeasts, who were crawling out of the earth, literally demonstrating their devastating power.
"Defensive forces! Second platoon's not working right! Hold your ground!"
"Madagascar! Gridlock with R-8 points!"
"You bastards! Don't run away! They must never enter Spirit Land! '
Kuaang!
Kuang!
Knights and soldiers of level 270 are literally smashed to pieces and bounced up.
Enoa, the third chief of the Mado Battalion of the Kingdom, who remained in the fortress of the war, saw the Demibeasts wedges tearing apart tens of thousands of soldiers who had marched in an orderly fashion.
'Oh my God... peace was too long.'
Decades before the great battlefield disappears and each kingdom collapses into stasis.
All the soldiers who had been in the war had resigned, and those who were reluctant to see the damage were left to the players who had the advantage of immortality.
In the form of a quest.
It was actually enough.
But the power of the Demihumans who started crawling out of the ground wasn't that great.
'... it's not going to be easy.'
Enoa glances at the battlefield with anxious eyes.
At a distance, I saw tens of thousands of players running from the plains with happy faces.
"Hyaaaaaaa! Long history quest!"
"Run! Hahahaha!"
"Awesome!"
Humans fear the most, free from death.
That's why those who only thought of finding opportunities in crisis only saw the ugly sights that were happening far away as a mountain of treasure.
The remaining Defence Force and Fortress guards are yelling at the players everywhere.
It will be a quest with immense wealth and rewards, and the kingdom will never be pleased with you. Go there now.
But in the beginning, Enoa did not expect much.
There's a place where the seeds work and a place where they don't.
Normally, immortal players were delighted to use their goods and treasures to display their strength, but the situation is different now.
That's why he stayed in the war fort.
Enoa shouts loudly at the rear, watching the imperial guards dispatched from the realm.
"Raise the tide!"
At this point, the Magodo soldiers who swallowed the saliva began to nod and release the strange runes and scatter them into the air.
The most important difference between players and themselves.
Technology, accumulation, and storage.
It's because they all call themselves savages.
When they're busy living every day like carnivores, like savages.
They've been preparing for the future like humans.
And it is the cleansing of the potheads, the dragon waves, that are hidden beneath the battlefield.
A powerful shaman who can draw and use the power of the Dragon Arts at the Seal of the Grand Maze.
But this shaman alone cannot do anything.
There's no vector that can withstand the power of this vein in the first place.
He knows that there are only three such things in the world.
That's why Enoa mutters to herself, clenching her fists.
'Quick... bring it here.' Commander! "
Whoo-hoo!
When Enoa muttered, looking at the melted hole, which was plunged into the middle of the maze, far away.
A Mago Soldier whispers small.
"You're not going to fail, are you?"
At that, Enoa mutters with a nonsense expression.
"Don't be ridiculous."
"No. But... since they're holding the shredded spine..."
The Army studied and studied the history of all kinds of arts.
Of course, we know about the true power and power of the crushing spur.
So I have to worry.
At that, Enoa shakes her head.
"Not a chance."
The limit is clear when there is a limit to the amount of power that can be supplied even though something was great in the first place.
The shredder is truly powerful, but it requires a tremendous amount of energy.
This type of power can only be exerted when you build a Majestic Sorcerer and draw out the power of the Dragon veins, and it is not possible for a General or Sycruz to draw out all of its original power.
A shredded spindle in the hands of a mere mortal with a 250 level limit.
'They'll only use weapons they can use.'
Enoa mutters to herself, looking at the Mado Soldier.
"And have you forgotten who our commander is?"
"Ah…"
At that point, the Mado Soldier who thought of Arthur Kransheka vomited a small groaning.
I just remembered.
Arthur Kransheka.
Commander of the Mado Battalion.
Lord of the Prison of Destruction.
Red Dragon Ball.
The nicknames and nicknames that match their abilities are very glamorous, but they are the most prominent of all.
< 100,000 years old >
At the time of the Third Kingdom War, Arthur Crancheca rushed in and celebrated the number of players burned like moths.
It is not a title that can be obtained just by having one destruction.
'I wish you all the best.'
Enoa mutters, remembering the thief.
.....................................
Kieing.
"Brilliant. Brilliant. Power."
Arthur Crancheca smiles joyfully.
You pushed me all the way out here? '
Arthur Crancheca mutters in ridicule, smiling.
Level 330.
It's not a prank.
Shame that surpasses the highest level of immortals.
At this rate, they won't be attacked, but even if they roll their feet, the players will slip away.
Plus, magic and combat experience.
In the beginning, they did not think they were going to lose against the players, and Kransheka was able to feel confident in himself.
If you give him enough time, he can wipe out all the players in the battlefield by himself.
In the beginning, the number is completely meaningless when the strength is more than a certain amount.
If we run, we can't catch them, and if we chase them, we can't run.
There are only two reasons why they don't get into trouble with players like bugs.
Number one, you're tired of doing that to people who have nothing to gain.
Second, there is no reason to raise an enemy while keeping an eye on each other.
His power is literally a one-man army.
He should have been slaughtered by himself in the first place in ten seconds.
I can't believe you pushed yourself like this.
'I can't believe you pushed me all the way here to invest in the grudges of bugs.'
If it weren't for him, he could literally go around slaughtering players.
No, if we could go further and find a way to use that thing properly, we could scare ourselves.
But unfortunately for him, it's over.
Cough!
The red dragon cannon surrounding Arthur Kransheka's body became clearer and began to sew together the scars of his body.
The broken skeleton was fixed by a red dragon, and the bleeding that was occurring from the wound was stopped by the flame of magical power covering the whole body.
There's not much magic left.
We barely have enough left to maintain one red dragon, one red dragon spear, and one red dragon liver.
Though he still has the capacity for destruction, his magical power to forge it has its limits.
But this is not enough, it is overflowing.
Crancheca clenches the Red Dragon Spear in his right hand and the Red Dragon liver in his left.
"One last thing."
At the same time.
Kuaaaaang!
Crancheca, who secures the broken bones with a red dragon cannon, leaps up with a bang.
Whoo-hoo!
"Queek!"
The red spear in his hand slashes through the atmosphere, striking Ain, the cloud of flames.
Powers that even if the wound is severe, they still have no reason to be fierce.
Hansoo looks at the shredded spine in his hand as he throws out a low handset and throws it like a windmill, striking Crancheca behind him.
But this alone is not enough.
A simple ordinary attack is not enough to clear the Red Dragon Cannon of the magical power that harbors its body.
Cough.
The moment I finish thinking, my skills run inside a handful of bodies and magical powers flow.
At that moment.
Arthurs Kransheka's blue eyes gleam and glance across the entire body.
At the same time.
Cough!
The twisting and twisting flow of magical power begins to disperse again in a single body.
The strands of magical power that made the flow like a woven fabric twisted together, intricately like a thread, split apart.
"Heheh heh."
After expressing his satisfaction, Crancheca started focusing again on Ain in front of his eyes.
If you scatter the skill to a certain extent, you will never be able to attack him.
It's different.
Kuaaaaang!
The violent thunderbolt struck the shield and red dragon intersection, and the thunderbolt dropped.
But that's it.
"Hahahaha! Try some more!"
Crancheca blocks the attack surrounding the Dragon Ball with his red dragon liver and swings a large spear.
Boooooo!
A single, vicious attack of ferocious power knocks you out, muttering as you fly backwards.
"You're a nuisance. '
Ability to resist Red Dragon Cannons.
I've been doing it for a long time.
Without that ability, he would have been crushed by either a bacterium sword or a shoe dragon spear while the power was working.
There's only one reason he's been able to withstand the power to detach cars, herd troops, and reflect attacks.
Yong 'an
The noble being that flies through the sky, the dragon, cannot dare commit the existence of the earth.
The dragon incarnate used his power to bring him down to a level he could never touch.
But the dragon that came down to the ground didn't seem to be willing to take much pleasure in it.
Kuaang!
"Profit!"
I was stunned before I could do anything. I heard the screams of the beaten Demihuman and narrowed my eyes.
Yong 'an.
Or Red Dragon.
Ultimate magical dominance and experience, and skills created by the absurd computation and observation.
The user reads the flow of magical power flowing through the target's body.
A skill that has been used once will leave its mark on the body.
It's like an answer sheet with the right answers.
Arthur Kransheka reads the trail and draws a line to figure out what his opponent's skill is.
Then Arthur Kransheka begins there and begins to compose the rites of passage.
How to destroy the opponent's skill.
In the most efficient and vicious way.
And then they cut off the grasslands, so they can't even start at the beginning.
An almost absolute skill if the opponent who enters your Magic Domination realm is stronger than you.
The user has little but sufficient influence over the target.
If the composition is not complex and robust, the high-end skills with very complex configurations will twist their dreams as soon as they get interference like that.
Kuaang!
Crancheca smirks at Ain and starts chasing after her.
As long as this skill is present, the opposing Pokémon can hide any Hand, but it is meaningless.
I'm reading it all to myself.
'Well, that must have been quite a threat.'
Crancheca mutters as he watches the flow of magical power flowing into the flesh.
There may have been a few, but there are currently two skills that threaten him.
One appears to be a range attack, but one appears to be quite powerful.
If you hit yourself around that attacker, you might not be able to make it to the Red Dragon Cannon or the Red Dragon liver.
But now that he's revoked all his skills,
His attack will never break the Red Dragon Cannon that surrounds him.
At least not in a short period of time before they die.
"Worm. You've never heard of this, have you?"
A weapon in the spleen that Crancheca believes in, but only he knows about.
With the power of destruction, this dragon is pure proof of his talents.
The moment Kransheka smiles and swings the Red Dragon Spear.
Kuaang!
The body that lifted the shredded vertebrae and the braided lightning was scattered back and forth.
At the same time.
Moment.
Wood Duck!
The shredded button that blocked the Red Dragon Spear was pushed backward.
The crusher survived, but the left arm holding it was unbearable and broken.
At that moment.
Hansoo mutters.
"I've heard of it."
"... what?"
The moment Kransheka turned up.
Whoo-hoo!
The crackling lightning that was held in the right hand splits the air with fierce force.
Towards Crancheca.
'Huh. What's he trying to do?'
What am I supposed to do with that?
Crancheca slaughters you as you watch the strike fly over the Red Dragon Cannon.
< 59. Power (4) > End
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