Reincarnator

N-Rondat Ron, who was watching N-Maria leaving, asked anxiously as he looked at N-Martin.

“Is it going well? Martin? Can you go on like this and live? ”

“... ”

At N-Rondat Ron's words, N-Martin's silence was silent, and the woman beside N-Rondat Ron, N-Carian Nell, was furious and caught by the neck.

“Son of a bitch! You told me to trust you and push! I shut down the anti-life coating system because you asked me to! I lent you the code! This is what you get? You don't care how your life got ruined in Ankara? ”

N-Carian Nell's rage was unrefined, violent, and unprepared.

Despite being the same grade N talent, they were behaving extremely rudely towards Martin.

Against N-Martin, who also gained the highest authority in the exhibition.

What's even more surprising is that N-Martin was just grabbing this situation for granted.

I had to.

I was born different.

‘... noble. ’

N-Martin mutters to himself.

The soldier stands on top of the technician, Technorat.

But in the end, it's only under the nobles.

And these are the nobles who rule the planet, Ankara.

Children of the R class.

As soon as the majority of Ankara residents who started in Class C were born in a situation where they had never been in Class A or Class B, they were awarded Class A status.

Therefore, the outside is equal.

But it's different.

These are descendants of the royal family, and they can move up to R rank without breathing.

Unlike those who struggle their whole lives and never get over it.

It's natural that they're angry now.

It must have been so peaceful to come here at first.

N-Martin opened his mouth to think of N-Maria, who was running around now.

“Don't worry. It's all flowing perfectly. ”

“... you bastard? Is this flowing perfectly? Don't you see they're suspicious of us? ”

N-Carian Nell, who doesn't hide her anger, recalls two monstrous barbarians.

These ignorant barbarians exude imperial highly-armed weapons and armored power barefoot by noble guards.

I can't forget the way women look at themselves reluctantly.

The look we'll see when we get the chance.

They're nervous, too, from back there to the swarming armor.

‘Bastards. If I go back this time.... I'm just gonna throw you down. ’

N-Carian Nell whispered to herself that when she returned, the two incompetent bastards, N-Martin and N-Maria, who had driven the situation into this state would be thrown down to the basement.

Artificial intelligence, a mining center completely controlled by Melchizedek.

And the secret of Nelkifa, a satellite that will be recognized as a massive feat if it succeeds.

Risk is zero, there is too much to gain and nothing to do.

A very satisfying mission for themselves to become nobles.

N-Martin fights, N-Maria studies, and they take the ball.

In return, they watch their backs.

But I have no intention of taking care of those incompetent bastards who have driven this far.

Maybe the other two are the same.

Class N?

Maybe he'll be treated as Class C or something more like an ex-con.

For pushing yourself into such a dangerous situation.

For not serving a noble worthy of respect.

Seeing N-Carian Nell's expression, N-Martin suddenly looked up at the sky.

B-Cornell.

He came up here after 30 years on the battlefield.

The only way to make your son a human being is to be assigned class C.

To bring his son up to Class B.

But it's all over now.

Crazy bastards in front of them have the ability, cruelty and back-end to bulldoze their work for 30 years at a time.

Those who are out there wreaking havoc have not lacked enough shelter for 30 years and space for their children to live in.

In fact, this destruction is not because of the two outside.

The moment Melchizedek started the rebellion in the first place, and the moment he could not escape with the three of them, this result was determined.

So you have to end it from your own good.

‘... N-Maria. Please.'

Immediately, Martin's communicator heard N-Maria running hard outside.

<... N-Martin. I said what you said. Four of them are useless, including you. >

The moment I heard that.

N-Martin smiled brightly and said.

< Well done, N-Maria. Please take good care of it until the end. Our role is…. This should be it. >

“Son of a bitch! Say something! Son of a...”

The furious N-Carian Nell followed by N-Rondat Ronald as he gritted his teeth.

Pufferpuck!

Four clean penetrations burst from the exterior glove car.

No, not just external glove vehicles.

Four bodies.

“Ugh...”

“Cough... What the...? ”

The three, including N-Rondath, muttered, not knowing what had just happened, staring into their hearts dazed.

And neither is N-Martin.

No, N-Martin was a little different.

It looked the same, but at least N-Martin knew this was coming.

"Kiriel..." you said. You look just like me. ’

If there is a difference, you have no choice but to do it for your country.

He doesn't obstruct the means and means for one man.

N-Martin smiled satisfactorily as he saw traces of the spear of fire constantly burning his heart and blocking the restoration of the nanomachine.

He's done his part.

Indeed, Cyril, that girl, was capable.

This way... you'll never survive.

Yourself and the three in front of you.

It's very clean.

‘Thank you. And.... Please.'

Your role is over.

Now N-Maria can finish the rest.

From afar, N-Martin looked at the control department of the main research center where N-Maria was working hard, in a blurry gaze.

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

Dental work.

‘... ’

N-Maria gripped her teeth as she felt the loss of her brainwave communication.

‘Oh my…. Crazy bitch. Kill him? "

N-Maria looks ridiculous.

Of course I do.

Kyrial regards them as eye-catching, and that emotion is at its peak when the half-life coating system is shut down.

But I didn't think a woman who was so petty and respectful of herself would kill herself for one reason.

Suddenly, N-Maria recalled N-Martin's last words.

I don't know about you who's been living in Technorat all your life... but I can see you've been rolling around on the battlefield all your life. Those weren't civilized societies like you. More like our soldiers... no. They're not soldiers. They're literally savages. Extremely selfish and barbaric because individuals can gain extreme power. >

< No way... >

Nevertheless, N-Martin pushed his argument toward himself, giving him a final choice.

< If you don't believe me, I'll give you a choice. Tell me what you hate when you walk by. What happens if we say we don't need it? And if I'm going to die... do exactly as I say. >

‘Martin... you were right. ’

N-Maria didn't eat the control department of a large research center, but rather shook it up.

Martin's right.

They look at their lives lightly, and they don't even let their words get in the way.

Those bastards are powerful.

They can't be dangerous. They're like bombs.

‘... I can't let them go. ’

The hands moving with N-Mary's determination were even faster.

Tatatak

“Hurry up and connect! Shut down the external connection! Shut down the core containment system! ”

“Khh… Yes! ”

Without N-Maria's scream, the rest of us were risking our lives to disarm and hack the system.

The noise was getting louder outside.

Kuaang!

Kudeuk!

Win!

Crumbling, crumbling and bursting sound is getting closer.

If you don't want that sound coming from your body, you have to risk your life and succeed in hacking it.

That their efforts were not in vain.

Whoo-hoo!

Suddenly, a gigantic machine sounds, and a gigantic red light bulb suddenly starts kicking into the blue light.

Tung, Tung, Tung! Tongue!

Repeating the sound of something constantly turning off and on, the red color that symbolizes Melchizedek suddenly covered with blue light.

“Aaaah! Success! ”

“Phew. N-Maria! I give you control!”

All Class B and A team members who gained control on all sides gave their control to N-Maria.

To take control of the weapons that were out there fighting with a bang.

That's it.

If we control all of the facilities, systems and residual artificial intelligence in this massive research center, we can reverse the current boiling or slightly pushed situation and bring this to an end.

“N-Maria! Come on!"

Boom!

The outdoor boom prompted N-Maria as high-B and A-level talent rushed in.

But N-Maria betrayed their desperate cry.

<... a Kalkyrie fleet. Request access. >

At the same time.

Kieing!

The communication barrier, which was blocked almost entirely by Melchizedek, started to function properly.

And soon after that, a voice from somewhere, far away in N-Maria's head began to twist.

<... N-Martin, Mining Center escort for Nelkifa. Verified >

<... additional code required. N-Carian Nell... code access. Verification Complete. >

<... initiate communication. >

At the same time.

Kieing.

An image of someone appeared in N-Maria's head by brainwaves by military communications codes.

A man standing against the bridge of a giant ship.

Seeing the man with the profound impression, N-Maria swallowed a saliva.

R-Coronita Nell.

The three great houses that rule the Neropa Union, the Nells, are accredited to rule the Fire Fleet, the Khalkiroun.

At the words of that R-Coronita Nell, N-Maria took a deep breath.

‘Martin, you made it this far. ’

I ate the research center and opened the military channel.

With four lives out there, drawing attention.

It's time for Martin to finish the job.

To find leadership.

“What are you doing! N-Maria! Get the weapons under control! ”

Ignoring the shouts of those around her who were in a hurry, N-Maria focused on brainwave communications.

There's no extra energy to control the weapon. ’

< This is the main research center. With all the energy, facilities and systems in place, we're now able to lift the second-class limit and activate the quantum transmitter for 0.13 seconds. Request reinforcement from Elite Soldiers in shining armor. >

< Huh? What the hell is this? Do you know whose bitch the mercenary is? >

"Son of a bitch... then what are we? ’

N-Maria sharpened her teeth.

I can't believe you're ignoring me like that while I'm asking for my troops.

Then what will become of them?

After taking a deep breath, N-Maria threw her last battle to the R-Coroneta Nell with a laughing face.

< Currently, three members of the Nells, the Rhone, and the Fael family are at risk of being killed by the meta-humans. N-Martin, who is currently in charge of escorting, is dead. Request immediate support. >

<... What did you say? >

That's what N-Maria said. R-Coronita Nell froze cold.

‘There you go... you little bitch. ’

In the wake of Cyrillic, N-Maria smiles coldly, thinking about her final battle, which is about to arrive.

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

“Hoho. I've lost control. And you're okay with me handing over control of this giant research facility to them? ”

Melchizedek smiles, smiling, believing in the fighting creature standing next to him.

This enormous research center is only three cities in total, and it's equipped with a fusion furnace that can power those three cities for half a hundred years.

It's unlikely that such a facility would only have a research center.

All facilities on the warplanets, Ankara, prepare for an emergency exhibition.

And the purpose of the research center here is two.

Medical research for the exhibition.

And... transport of already completed, powerful troops.

Quantum Transmission Unit.

A crystal of technology created by the War Allies of Ankara, a vast cosmic landscape.

Hansoo smiled.

“Once your lock is free, that's fine. And... I don't know why I ignored him. ”

“What?"

“You need to focus here. ”

At the same time.

Kuaang!

An exploding hammer slaps Melchizedek on the head, aiming for a passage of caution.

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

Cough!

"Wow, look at these guys. What else do you do, buy us some time? ’

Quadruck.

Cyril, who trampled the reclaimed transcendent, looks back and mutters.

A devastating shock wave that exploded out of nowhere.

And what it feels like inside, it's an extraordinary presence.

It's different.

Kuaaaaaaang!

A powerful fire erupts from the interior, unlike the photon firing.

You can't do it with a half-life coating.

Blah, blah!

Robotic weapons rushing from all sides melt away, instantly swept by the artillery.

Cough.

After dodging the artillery, Cyril looks inside the hole pierced by the exploded artillery.

A soldier wrapped around his whole body in bizarre-looking gloves.

It was covered with a visor, but I could tell.

That guy on the inside is smiling.

N-Maria, standing in the back right now, was smiling coldly.

The moment I saw it, Cyril's expression was horribly stiff.

‘I told you so. Hansoo.’

< After unlocking the lock.... First of all, we don't need everyone there. Do as you're told. >

‘As you do. All right, all right, all right. ’

At the same time.

Cudd-De-Duck.

Strange red gloves begin to cover Kiriel's body.

In an instant, to the face of Cyril smiling in a frightening cold smile.

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