Reincarnator

Quadruple!

Wood Duck!

"Grrrgh!"

Olson groans, literally hit by the rain of golden spears.

Sharon Stiller, who was already the first to be caught, has been logged out at once.

"Where did they come from?"

Wood Duck!

Cough!

Olson grits his teeth as he looks at the opponent who is pushing him so hard that it is violent.

"Damn it! Every one of them is worth it!" '

The first way Olson saw Sharon Steeler melt away in an instant from a bombardment in the sky was to flee.

If you stay here in the square and die like Sharon Stiller, you're literally a dead dog.

And I thought it wouldn't be harder than I thought.

The new ones were enormous, but one by one they definitely looked weaker than themselves.

The skill level of the leaning body gives a rough idea.

Their level is definitely 200 before and after.

It is not the same as its 250 self.

That's why I swiftly swung the gauntlet, smashed their heads and tried to blow them away.

If you just swing your fist, they'll really collapse like a leaf.

But it didn't take very long to realize that it was a mistake.

Kuaaaaang!

"Profit!"

Olson swings his fist and gnashes his teeth at the sound of the explosion in front of him.

The sound of a swinging fist exploding from the shield at once.

But then what do you do?

Eventually, even though we were piercing the road, we failed to crush those guys with shields.

"Hey. It was heavy to carry. Good."

Snap out of it!

Cough!

The three men who defended against the attack overlap the shield saw the smashed shield and threw it aside, as if holding out their tongues.

They didn't have to. They didn't have one shield.

'These lunatics... how many shields do they have?' '

Olson looks ridiculous and looks back at those who draw his shield.

I was carrying ten tortoise-like shields on my back that were big enough to cover my whole body.

It's not just one of them, it's everyone around him.

The shield itself was thin, but it looked like a turtle because it was carrying ten of them.

Moreover, the grass plates surround the entire body of the barley.

Even if you put all the weight of your armor on your shield, it will go a hundred pounds lightly.

In reality, they were overwhelmingly heavy, and even if they could withstand that weight, they would not be able to move freely, but they were reluctantly using their own strength to withstand it.

A hundred kilos weighs a feather to a traveler.

And that wasn't the end of their weapons.

"Hey! Tie your feet first!"

"Oh, he's fast. It's not a Mudfish."

The moment I heard the grumbling of those wearing golden armor before my eyes.

Glug glug!

Glug-ug-ug!

You hear metallic clashes swirling around you.

The moment he heard that, Olson panicked.

Chains that are tens of meters long.

Dozens of such chains were flying towards him.

There it is again! '

Olson tried to avoid the body, watching metal snakes hovering as if they were alive, flying all over heaven and earth.

"Where are you going?"

Whoo-hoo!

With the shield raised, the three men who stopped their attacks begin to whip their axes and spirits as if they were splitting their heads.

Olson sharpens his teeth watching it.

Motherfuckers... don't give me a break! '

If it had been normal, he would have ignored a level 200 attack and pulled himself out.

They were almost at the top level, and the red tide and the gold tide had that kind of defense.

Olson, who ignored the attack and saw with his own eyes the end of the other gold medalists who flew off his neck and reconciled to gold, could not.

"Crazy bastards... what magic and body!" '

A strong, unbelievable body with 200 levels.

And the magical power that will make up for the lack of skill.

Together, the two attacks at that level were not negligible.

Olson grits his teeth, swinging the gauntlet in his hand and bouncing off the attack.

Boom!

Boom!

There's a fundamental level difference, so it wasn't that hard to bounce off an attack, but what does that mean?

Olson eventually failed to pull himself out of the range of the chain in order to prevent an attack from flying towards him.

Glug-ug-ug!

Quadruple!

"Grrrgh!"

Olson looks desperate, feeling tens of strands of pressure on his fingers, tightening his whole body.

No, looking at dozens of golden spears flying towards themselves, which, to be precise, are completely incompetent.

"Where did they come from?"

Hunting itself.

Olson gives you a hollow look as if you were hunting a giant boar.

If these bastards eat up a war fort, even if they log back in, it doesn't mean anything.

You will be surrounded and logged out as soon as you leave.

Quadruple!

Kwa-ka-ka-ka-ka-kak!

Olson stared at them for the last time, feeling dozens of spears starting to sink into his body.

Full plate wrapped around the whole body and armor on the back.

A thick chain wrapped around your waist.

A dozen or more spears, stacked delicately with a shield across its right shoulder.

Various pacifiers, axes, and daggers dangling from beneath your thighs.

Not to mention a bow on his back and dozens of arrows on his waist.

At first glance, tens of thousands of people looked lightly overwhelmed, and saw that they were all equipped with a uniform weapon.

This is not what players look like when they play games and care about their style.

Olson looks devastated, looking at those who look like legions of legends, designed to hunt down evil dragons somewhere.

It reminds me of what I've done.

'... is this how it feels to be hunted?'

One last thought.

Quadruple!

The golden spear that flew into his head turned Olson into golden powder all at once, and Olson's consciousness disappeared from there.

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

"Hmmm..."

Einzell groans in front of him, watching what happened in the plaza of the battlefield.

The red tide and gold tide that had been chasing him so hard have disappeared like snow.

'... that's amazing.'

Einzell swallowed the murmur.

In fact, it was also true that I was worried when the reinforcements came up from below.

It's not a place where people are playing.

This is a war fortress.

Where talented people gather for opportunities.

No matter how great the people at the bottom are, it's basically level 200.

If a high-level skillful person is uncommon, even if you push it with a number, the damage will only grow exponentially.

Even so, the opponent does not fear death.

But the people coming up from the bottom were completely different from what they expected.

First of all, the individual was not as weak as he thought.

When I think back to the time when I was 200 levels, I wonder if they were human like me.

And one more thing.

I came up prepared with the premise that they were completely weak.

Iron chains, shields, spears.

Travelers don't like that kind of outfit.

I like a good bag of weapons, armor, and invisible light clothing.

Their armor is not the weapon of a lone wanderer.

Unified weapons, unified armor, refined teamwork.

In the beginning, they came prepared to hunt something up there thoroughly.

And that's the result.

Literally massacre.

Players with high individual abilities were literally chased around, and were literally hunted down and reconciled to gold.

'Hmmm... I've been preparing for something like that.'

You can never get a unified weapon like that.

Hundreds of thousands of them.

When Aichel was staring at people dazed.

Chug Chug.

The man who stood out first and blocked Sharon Steeler's blade flew towards him opens his mouth as he walked towards Einzell.

"Awesome, isn't it? I have some very handy friends downstairs. They helped me out. Dammit. If I could just get up there with a satellite fort, I'd be damned."

Seeing a man spewing his frustration with words he couldn't understand, Aichel made a curious face.

Carhal, a man who had been with Hansoo since the Yellow Slave Village, finished what he had to say while looking at Einzell.

"Nice to see you, anyway. My name is Karjal. The marker suggests you're the guide."

"Ah…"

According to Karhal, the guide, Ainshel nods.

He's got a job to do.

Einzell exclaims loudly at the members of the ant den who later joined the square, looking surprised as he did.

"Gather around!"

That said, almost 800 members of the anthill began to gather in one place.

Travelers started outside the war fort and ran all the way to the plaza in the middle.

"Hmm... Write something down."

Travelers rushing through their stations looking around for something to draw and looking down at the floor.

Solid, smooth marble flooring.

The beautiful marble floor, which seemed to care a little to greet travelers arriving at the battlefield for the first time, still boasted a smooth surface through the dust, although the aftermath of the battle was rarely crushed and covered with dust.

People stared down at the floor and opened their mouths, gazing at each other.

"Let's use it here. That's a lot of space."

At that, people nod.

I thought this would make a great blackboard.

For the travellers of such an anthill, Karhal, as well as the travellers downstairs, stepped aside for a moment and created a huge vacancy that ranged almost 40-50M.

Soon after, the travelers of the anthill started to dust off and dig their fingers out and paint.

Cadduk!

Kudeuk!

It's said to be marble, but it's always been a purpose of tolerance.

As the transcendent travellers began digging, the solid floor of the square began to pave the way for my body like tofu.

'... urgent.'

Einzell, who was painting the map with you, looks a little urgent.

I had to.

They are so strong and numerous, but the kingdom is stronger than them and there are more players than them.

When they are careless and off script, we must quickly succeed in the next step.

Like Aichel, the floor of the square was filled with huge drawings in no time as nearly 800 travelers began to draw with skills.

A map of the entire battlefield, to be exact.

A map of the entire war fortress, made by travelers who have left Hansu risking their lives and scouring every corner.

Most of the information necessary for combat was outlined, including where the facilities were, how many royal troops were present, and the density of the distribution of players, including the current clan.

"Well..."

After a quick and thorough look at the finished map, Einzell pointed to a specific government member of the map.

It may look silly, but you'll need to penetrate all the major defenses of the Imperial Army to get inside.

I didn't know it when I was walking around, but I made a big map, and I saw the strange shape all at once.

"Why did I ask you to make a map?"

Ainshel opens his mouth, looking ahead at a man named Karjal, thinking of Hansoo.

"Here. I've been told to go here... and take over a place called Dragon Warrior." "

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

In the Corinne Kingdom, the ridge on the other side of the battlefield.

Far away, a man mutters, gazing into the middle of the battlefield.

'Well done. You've really come up a lot. That's amazing.'

A human army that drives players out.

I have never imagined it before.

But we mustn't let them.

That's what loyalty is for those who follow.

'... but I don't know what will happen. Metyron, wait.'

Downstairs, a man mutters the name of a colleague who died in the yellow zone, and starts walking somewhere.

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