Reincarnator

Kiriring.

Cyril was quickly going through the memories of the past from the 3rd century.

With a little red face.

It wasn't that bad, was it? I told you I'd protect you. '

I don't know if I like it, but I definitely solved my doubts.

Otherwise, there's no way I'm leaving you with something so precious.

'You fought the man who asked you to come. As expected... I often fight alone.'

The memory of Rancom's stake and Arkham's shield, which were not in the shredding spur.

After reading the memories of the struggle that had never been known before, Cyrillic smiled with joy, he began to concentrate his mind and go deeper and deeper.

Then, swiftly and rapidly, I started digging into the past even more quickly.

When the shredder was stuck in the basement of the kingdom.

Rancom's stake has been in the middle of the White Dragon for 1,000 years.

Faster, faster.

But within.

Chieftain.

It seemed to be noisy, and I was caught up somewhere, and I was stuck looking back in time.

All the scenes were blurry and could no longer be read.

Kiriel swallows his saliva as soon as he sees it.

'Here... It used to be stuck here.'

Psychometry doesn't mean you can read it underneath and through.

It can be erased after a long period of time if you have thoughts or concepts of the past.

The only memories that could be read in the shredded chute were the precise days of the Kingdom and the Empire.

In other words, memories a thousand years ago were hard to read.

'But…. Three.'

After a deep breath, Kiriel starts sucking out memories from Rancom's peg and Arkham's shield at the same time.

Blah.

Iron duck.

Fragments of memories scattered all over the place are being sucked up and recombined in Kiriel's head.

It picks up fragments of memories that were not here and there, and connects fragments of memories that are there and reads deeper memories.

At the same time.

Chieftain.

The blurry scenes slowly begin to clarify.

The three wonderful memories that were wandering around separately began to merge.

Soon.

Papa Pa Pa!

We've been breached!

Until now, I began to see a blurry sight that had been hidden from the tent.

A man who can't even pretend to be strong, wrapped up in a white glow, starts to see through the veil.

And a big hammer in his hand.

I already know the man's name.

I read the memory of Lancome's stake, and I couldn't have known the name of the owner who had it for a thousand years.

Tiamet...

I hear Tiamet muttering in Kiriel's head.

< Now... we have to separate. This is too dangerous. >

Separate?

At the same time.

Kuaaaaang!

A sledgehammer with huge magical power begins to inject into your hands.

The moment the coarsely reassembled and aligned magical force begins to be injected into the hammer.

Kuaaaaang!

A huge explosion erupts around the hammer.

At the same time.

Iron Duck!

Unemployed!

The light disappears and three objects appear in place, not a hammer.

The moment he saw it, he could see why it was so hard for him to read the memories behind it.

'... that's why I can't read your memories.'

It is no wonder that one object was destroyed and all the pieces of memory were torn apart.

Especially if it's from a thousand years ago.

A hammer's sack is pulled out and becomes a stake.

The head of the hammer remained intact and remained in a massive contour.

The head part of the hammer, including the flat part made to smash the enemies, falls apart and takes on a shield-like shape.

Kiriel, who was watching the hammer that had been separated by three mysteries, focused his mind on memorizing the formula of the magical powers that Tiamet had arranged earlier.

If you interpret that formula and apply it backwards, you can recreate it.

As Hansoo said, and as Cyril herself knows, Cyril's talent for interpretation of magical power was surprising, so she could memorize it quickly, even though it was a very complicated formula.

Now... shall we go back? '

Kiriel mutters, who has succeeded in recalling all the magic formulas by rewinding and regenerating his memory a few times.

But in that moment.

'... but who made this?'

Curiosity got into Cyril's head.

If you've seen it before, you can see it now with all three wonders gathered together.

Until the day the hammer was born.

Besides, if you made a hammer, you'd need to know how to use it properly.

Just swing it like a sledgehammer and it's no different than a shredded spine.

'And they even told me to separate dangerous objects...' Why is it dangerous? '

The moment I thought about it.

I felt strongly that I wanted to be more helpful.

I also wanted to surprise her.

But soon, Kiriel shakes his head.

‘I have to go help. ’

It may not have been that long in the real world, but I was worried that Han Soo would be alone.

The moment Kiriel put his regrets behind him and tried to fold the psychometry.

Kiriririk!

Huh? Huh? '

Memory reading began to flutter.

To be precise, I started jumping over you like a crazy memory of having to go sequentially from the future to the past.

omitting the middle course.

What's wrong? '

The moment Kiriel panicked.

Cyril's consciousness grows faint and is sucked away, somewhere.

More and more into the past.

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

Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

'You were lazier than I thought.'

Hansoo stares at Cyril, who is still slightly dazed, and smiles at Arc-Roa, who stands far away and is obsessed with something.

"Is it good?"

Influence. Influence.

Arc-Roa, who was chewing off a handful of left arms, laughed.

With a relaxed look on your face.

Hansoo looks back at his chopped seeded death and Cyrillic behind him, empowering the branch lightning in his hand.

'The left arm will regenerate, but the weapon is a problem.... I don't know if you did a good job.'

The Broken Broken Broken Broken Branch Lightning Threatens.

I felt like I was going to break my tongue when I hit it, and I saw lightning like it was going to break.

'... it's a solo numbering class. This won't do.'

It wasn't just the bolt of lightning that made me full of shit.

Hansoo shrugged his shoulders as he looked at the shattered celestial armor and split lightning as he was being attacked by the storm.

When I woke up, Nurmaha's ring disappeared, leaving only traces embedded in my fingertips, and two useful artifacts were about to be destroyed.

Hansoo laughed as he watched himself become quite miserable.

In a certain way, it is natural.

Solo numbering is the best artifact in the seven boroughs.

They have saved their lives several times now, but after the collapse of the seven zones, they deserve better artifacts as long as they begin to become stronger over that line.

The problem is that there's nowhere to go right now.

'It would have been better if Nurmaha had been here.'

Hansoo mutters, remembering the ring that disappeared strangely.

I put him at the bottom of solo numbering.

A ring with unusually powerful power.

It was number 9, but it was much more useful to him than the sixth time, than the heavenly armor or the crackling lightning.

The process of saving was unusual.

I thought there was something I didn't know, but now that I see it's gone, what's the point of pretending like that?

Even if it's not in his hands, he can't do better than a halfway broken lightning bolt in his hand.

'This guy. I've known you since you cringed like you were broken.'

Hansoo kicked his tongue watching the cracked cracked lightning bolt in his hand after empowering the cracked lightning bolt.

Wood Duck.

I broke it just like that.

Even though he was a Transcendent, he didn't break his grip so easily, but he shook his head watching the broken lightning bolt so easily.

It means you've already reached your limit.

'Thank you for your patience. And.... let's work a little harder.'

Hansoo muttered to himself, holding the blade in his right hand, and feeding the Celestial Guard the lightning bolt corresponding to the base of the spear.

Wood Duck.

Cough.

From the armor on my chest, my mouth popped up and I began to eat the Crossbow without hesitation, and my silver glowing armor gradually curled up in gold and resurfaced with a splash of gold everywhere.

'First of all, is this enough?'

The weapon's effectiveness was greatly reduced, but the crumbling spear in the middle is no use as a spear.

I can't empower you.

It is much better to carry a sole and reinforce the armor with the rest.

However, it was not only the heavenly armor that finished the meal.

Oogway.

"Khhh."

After eating the left arm, Arc-Roa smiles satisfactorily and smiles.

Soon.

Kuaaaaang!

Arc-Roa splits the sound and rushes straight to Hansoo.

Head back, to Kiriel, to be exact.

'Clever boy.'

Quadruple!

Hansoo lifted up the lightning bolt to stop Kiriel, or the man who has now become a sole spear, and took up defensive posture.

Quadruple!

One more arm flew out of his chest and hit him with a single blow.

Usually, I just stop this.

But then Cyril dies at the left hand of the man who is still relaxing.

Quadrudruple!

Hansoo frowns at the powerful destructive power that crushes his ribcage, a small murmur, recalling Cyrillic in the back.

Giving up makes it a much easier fight.

Reasonably, yes.

I don't know what kind of results Cyril is reading about, but the current situation is not so good to lean on.

But Hansoo decided to do what his heart told him to do.

"Paying off debts. You... died for me. '

Kuaaaaang!

Hansoo, who endured the pain in his chest, dipped the sole spear in his right hand and lowered his left hand to aim at Cyril.

Fade out!

"Khhh!"

His left hand is pierced, but Arc-Roa's expression seems relaxed.

I had to.

A half-cut, dull spear. Now it's hard to pierce its own defense and regenerative power to strike.

Arc-Roa checks the opposing Pokémon's status and smiles at the predator.

I don't have to go after the girl behind my back anymore.

It's still awkward, but it's time to face the opponent who's had enough to eat.

Kuaang!

Arc-Roa starts launching attacks close to the bombs with power.

Quadruple!

Cough!

Wood Duck!

Arc-Roa's fist turns violent, turning into a sword, a hammer, and a spear.

in the form best suited for striking a single body.

Da-da!

Kwaek!

Whenever I get hit, the strangled lightning that was holding on begins to falter and crumble.

At some point.

Blah!

The blade of broken lightning shattered and turned to powder.

'You ignorant fool.'

Now, Hansoo, who fed the paratrooper with the lightning bolt that had completely lost its function as a weapon, raised his remaining right arm and took up the posture of the opponent's empire.

'I told you not to get drunk in the past.'

Hansoo smiled.

I thought you wouldn't.

And I've actually been there.

It was different depending on the person.

Within Arc-Roa, I've been watching you like that.

Kuaang!

I started running fiercely.

To finish off the opponent without a weapon.

The user can't be its opponent even with a weapon.

With only one arm left, bare hands.

'Tastes... good.'

The moment that Arc-Roa charged into a state of astonishment.

Glug glug.

Iron Dough.

Quadruple!

You hear a strange sound of something scrambling and assembling from behind him.

Sounds of teeth and teeth interlocking, steel and steel interlocking.

At the same time.

"Han Soo! Here!"

Heave-ho!

You hear a buzzing sound from behind, and something fiercely flies toward Hansu.

When a normal person was hit, he felt the spirit of something flying with a crushing force.

Instinctively uneasy, Arc-Roa rushes to get in the way.

At that moment.

"Oh, no. ’

He pulls his head back and accepts Arc-Roa's head as it rushes towards him.

Kuaang!

"Khhh!"

The moment when Acroa hesitated because of the sudden blow while caring for his right hand.

Whoops!

Hansoo reaches behind him and grabs the handle of something that was flying towards him.

At the same time.

'Very good. Very good.'

A satisfactory smile was placed on the feel of it.

The heavy feeling in your hands.

It starts to feel different from Arham's shield or Lancome's stake.

'Let's do it well. Friends.'

Hansoo empowered his grip.

Whoo-hoo!

You bash the head of Arc-Roa's head in with your right arm.

Kuaaaaaaang!

I hit my head, but the sound of the collision resounded.

"Rrrrghhh!"

The moment Arc-Roa, who had given him his head, screamed.

Mr. Patzczczczcz!

The sky just opened up.

Kuaaaaang!

A great lightning bolt struck Zeus' brain canal, unparalleled.

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