Reincarnator
< 62. Spirit's Land (1) >
Kuoooooo!
The moment Ain placed his hand on the shattered vertebrae of God and the stake of Rancom.
Hansoo felt like the whole world had stopped.
I can't lift a finger, I can only look around.
And Tiamet, who was angry with me.
The body of a child who was like a flame.
It was frozen like an object in every picture.
'... No. I can feel it. I'm not stopping.'
The world didn't stop.
I just feel like my consciousness is accelerating and my surroundings are shutting down.
And I also know who did this.
Jubbuck.
In the middle of all stops.
Someone walks to Hansoo who's stopped.
A very beautiful, blonde woman.
"You've never seen me like this?"
<... Is this how it was supposed to look? >
Since I couldn't move my mouth, Hansoo thought of what he wanted to say.
It was the first time I saw it, but I could see who it was at once.
A child still touching a stake and a crushed spine, far away.
He muttered in his head, seeing a woman walking towards him in a flesh completely different from the image that was always hidden in the shadows.
< You're very talented. >
"Two wonders can do a lot more. It's like building a shape for a conversation.... You want me to make one?"
Moment.
Phew.
Next to the still body, another form appeared.
Hansoo, who was moving his new body next to the immobile body, opened his mouth to Ain soon after.
"You're the prophet, aren't you?"
She nods and replies.
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Methuselah."
"Brave. Standing up for yourself."
Maybe with the Demihumans.
If you move separately, the chance of death is much higher.
In fact, Methuselah, the prophet, has now experienced twice the crisis that might have been dead if he had been a little spiky.
Once against Arthur Crancheca.
And just now, once.
Methuselah shrugs.
"It's never hard for the other kids to do it."
If it had been a normal child, and not just himself, it would all be over here.
That's why I came here myself.
To turn the future around and turn it the way you want it to.
"... or it wouldn't have shown up in the first place."
If Methuselah had helped him from the beginning, rather than just a normal Demihuman, he would have been able to think of even more diverse cases.
At that, Methuselah smiled.
"Does the prophecy look good? I'd be out of my mind by now if I'd stayed conscious."
That's why you have to have a fake personality.
To protect his personality from an endless future.
If not, we cannot survive a thousand years of long life.
"So don't be so hard on me. I'm doing my best. And power has a better personality. I hate fighting."
Changing your personality doesn't change your body.
The levels are the same.
Rather, existing personalities with moderate fear and anger are more suitable for fighting.
Hansoo nods at Methuselah's words.
'By the way... A prophet.'
I have not only heard and seen about the prophet.
Plus, I can't believe you just walked in and did this.
'Anyway, he sighed.'
"Can you close the dimensional door?"
Methuselah nods at one word, and the other relaxes his body.
'First things first.'
I stopped thinking, but the reality is still going on.
Very slowly, but Tiamat's fingers are pointing towards them and preparing to mount a devastating attack.
However, if you can force the dimensional door to close, you will get out of the problem.
'By the way... tremendous power.'
Methuselah, which uses two strange and dragon veins of energy as a free material, was more dyed than Tiamat, but showed a miracle that ordinary people could not imagine.
Then.
Methuselah opens his mouth, watching Hansoo.
"I have so many questions for you. I have a lot of questions."
Kieing.
The strange sound started to glow.
Even in a world that has stopped.
On top of the shining dragon pavilion, Medusala opened her mouth, looking at Hansoo with a grave face.
"But you don't deserve to be in this world."
Hansoo nods.
I realized what had happened a while ago.
Tiamet.
And Methuselah in front of me.
Other than that, kingdoms and imperial transcendents.
They are not qualified yet.
The moment I saw such a face.
Methuselah smiles faintly and opens his mouth.
"So have a good day."
"What?"
The moment Hansoo narrowed his eyes as he looked at Methuselah with endless sounds.
Kuaang!
The energy of the molten vein.
With that energy, the power of God's shattered spur and Lancome's stake began to intermingle.
At the same time.
Hansoo's body begins to twist with golden light.
And Hansoo knows very well what's going on.
"... space travel?"
The moment Hansoo narrowed his eyes.
Methuselah laughed.
"I installed all the warp gates back in the day."
At the end of the sentence.
Somewhere along the golden light, a whole body began to crumble and disappear.
"If you keep going like this, you'll die.... I'll give you a gift."
The short spit of Medusala touches the breastplate standing next to her, rather than a handful of shapes made for conversation.
At the same time.
Phew.
A glowing symbol appeared in the middle of the chest.
"... the Blessings of Demihuman."
The moment Hansoo muttered.
Methuselah mutters with a smirk.
"Farewell. Don't forget to hurry. I'll do my best here... We don't have much time."
Shhhhh!
The number of forms that were created for the conversation disappeared, and the soul was moved into the number of bodies.
Methuselah mutters, touching a handful of cheeks that are unable to move again.
"And…. I thank you on behalf of my people for their efforts. We will take care of your kind. Have a good day."
The moment Medusala took her hand off her cheek.
Tsutztsu.
A single body disappeared completely and left no trace of it.
Soon.
Kuoooooo!
The stopped consciousness loosened and time began to flow unceasingly.
................................
Kuaaaaaaang!
Tiamet narrows his gaze, looking at the door that began to close relentlessly.
We can see the other side because it is not completely closed yet, but it is difficult to interfere anymore.
'Tsk. That's it.'
Tiamet frowns and laughs at Methuselah, now looking at him.
“Methuselah, you're still afraid. Are you still hiding in plain sight? That fake personality? ”
“... ”
She closed her eyes slowly as if she were sleepy. She opened her mouth in the grave.
“He will lead us. Haven't you and I... lived for a thousand years? ”
Perhaps he has used too much power, and his master is sinking back into consciousness.
'... we need to finish as soon as possible.'
At the words of Methuselah, who was closing the dimensional door with the last of his strength, Tiamat smiled as he opened his mouth and asked.
“Where did you send them? ”
But Methuselah did not answer.
It was getting harder to stay conscious.
I just muttered in my head.
'Our origin.'
The land of the spirits.
Beyond the North, even there.
A place that hasn't been the same since a thousand years.
‘... please.'
Kuuuh-uh.
Far away.
Methuselah, the prophet, mutters as he watches Hansook being sucked into something.
..................................
A massive blizzard.
Above freezing ice.
Kieing.
A strange golden light began to appear young.
Soon.
Blah blah!
As I cut through the air, a man popped out.
The moment I showed up.
Woof.
"Cough…. Khh."
The man, Hansoo, falls to the ground vomiting blood with his mouth.
'... damn it. It's not very nice.'
The tension loosens, and the fatigue of the battle kicks in at once.
Though the skill of shoe dragon spears has improved, once you use it, your body is full of holes.
Leading the body like that, I had sex with a guy named Tiamat.
With a monster that can wipe out a clan with one finger.
'Where the hell did you send it...? No, roughly.'
I don't know exactly where.
However, there is only one place with this natural environment.
The land of the spirits.
Where the extreme natural environment revolves around tens and hundreds of different kinds.
It is not just cold, hot and harsh.
This natural environment, full of life and magic, can be devastating if a master level player doesn't have protection, in less than a minute.
Even though Hansoo is strong, it is hard to endure even a minute in this body.
But Hansoo can only hold his breath for one reason.
Whoo-hoo.
'Blessings.'
Hansoo looks up at the symbol in the middle of his chest.
The symbols are blocking the damage of the surge.
No, rather than stopping it....
'I feel persuasive.'
It feels like a calming convincing blizzard.
This man you are thrashing is not your enemy.
Thanks to it, even in the heat of the rushing waves, a handful of bodies were able to survive without further damage.
But that's as far as it goes.
The risk of death was eliminated immediately, but the situation was not great.
'Until recovery.... It's gonna take some time.'
Wood Duck.
Mae Jung-ok, who was so close to spreading overheated that it was only slowly regaining its function, and the broken muscles and broken bones were connected very slowly.
Hansoo barely woke up while checking his condition.
Rrrrghhhhh!
In the distance, you hear a great cry in the snow.
The moment I heard the crying.
Hansoo was able to realize his identity at once.
'... the Cheongbing Lake.'
Lake Cheng Bing.
A magic object that has successfully adapted to the land of spirits after it has eaten away the Spirit Land and received enormous icy energy from all over.
All the horses that live here are like that.
Individuals who ate the Spirit Stone and chose to live here.
Of course, one is no ordinary force.
Bang, bang! Bang, bang!
The level of the Cheongbing Lake is 270, running from there to here with a cry.
Normally, it wouldn't matter, but it's absolutely impossible to stay in shape.
No, even if one were to fight and win, the surrounding blue ice lagoons would roar around smelling his blood.
'Damn…. I don't know what they sent me here for!'
I was worried about the situation of the war fort, the battle between the realm and the Demibeasts, and the empire, but I need to survive here now.
Hansoo urgently looks around.
'... the light!'
Far away.
I saw flashing lights in the middle of the snow.
Bang, bang! Bang!
Hansoo set his destination immediately and began to run roughly through the blizzard and towards the place where the light flashed.
< 62. Spirit's Land (1) > End
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