Reincarnator

Whoo-hoo!

Hansoo's timely attack was quite effective.

The odd man standing next to Melchizedek hit him brilliantly before he even reacted.

But it wasn't a hit.

Kuaang!

Hansoo's hammer hurls a hoof through Melchizedek's head, striking the wall behind him with a loud bang.

Hansoo, who was watching it, kicked his tongue.

'A hologram.'

Hansoo shrugs.

I was sure of its existence, so I attacked it just in case, but it's not real.

Seeing that the hologram was distorted, there were dozens and hundreds of different kinds of nanoparticles, and they were reinventing my shape.

Tsutztsu.

Nanoparticles that resounded like storms in Shonnir's attack quickly regained their shape in the air, and within moments, Melchizedek smiled, pulling up his jaw.

"Hahahaha! I'm not an idiot and I'm in a place like this..."

"Be quiet."

Go, go, go, go!

Lightning struck all around the guy who smiled suddenly.

Chiri-ring.

When all the nanoparticles that were floating in the air burned up, the hologram no longer retained its shape, and when the noisy one disappeared, a sigh filled the silent space.

'That's too bad. The lottery sucks.'

He was curious, so I thought it might be the main body, but he was moving more carefully than I thought.

Back then.

< He has no compassion. I just wanted to talk to you. >

The voice of courtesy began to flow again from a silent over-the-moment visitor surrounded by machine armor.

Hansoo heard it and laughed.

"You don't know it's polite. You know, conversations are supposed to be face-to-face."

< Please understand. I've been hurt so much by your acolytes. >

'They are your people.'

Hansoo listened to Melchizedek and realized why he was moving so carefully.

'I guess it wasn't easy to win.'

I knew Melchizedek had taken the lead first because Nelkifa, the satellite monster, was moving to Ankara, but the process wasn't easy.

At that moment.

Kuoooo.

A noise from the collision erupted from afar.

Violent wavelengths of energy erupting from impact.

One was familiar, the other strange.

But one thing was certain.

It's a pretty unequal situation.

Boom!

Kuang!

The ripples of the big and small collisions erupt relentlessly, knocking the entire train down.

There was no Transformational Unmanned Man capable of fighting Cyrillic like this.

Then there's only one thing left.

'Here comes the mercenary.'

I think I have a direct link to the fleet.

Cough!

Hansoo felt an increasingly violent vibration and decided to hurry and grab the hammer.

They'll do everything in their power, so we don't know what'll happen to Cyril's side.

'Smash... I'll give it to you.'

Then.

Through the visor, you hear the final whisper.

< I'll give you one last chance. Give it up and back off. I hate unnecessary fights and this is stressful on its own. >

In Melchizedek's voice, even a slight malice was felt.

I had to.

Melchizedek hated the word variable so much.

However, no matter how self-absorbed the transcendent creature may be, there is no way to know about the creature coming up from the cracked bottom.

The situation upstairs was very urgent to prepare for such variables.

In such a situation, his belongings were taken from him without much preparation below.

There's never been a case in his plan where this son of a bitch crawls up from underneath and plays the midget.

This creature was made to grow up and deal with the two above, not to deal with it.

But a madman had to come up from below and pull out an incomplete one, which he was making using rare materials to attack himself and rob the Grand Research Center.

How annoying it must be.

Hansoo shrugged his shoulders as Melchizedek said.

"There's no need."

< Really? >

Such a small number of words heard Melchizedek's shimmering voice.

This guy who saved his life in a fight makes it hard to use if there are any scratches on him.

I should have avoided fighting like this.

I heard a number of words heading towards Melchizedek.

"Yes. As long as you turn Nelkifa's rider in a different direction than Ankara, it shouldn't be too difficult." Then I'll be happy to help you crush Clementine. "

The moment I heard that.

Kieing.

The body of the guy in the machine armor began to increase in energy.

At the same time, a heavy, but hateful voice leaks out through the visor.

Maybe if he had a face, he'd be upset.

< This is to give up my goal.... Do you guys use the word "son of a bitch" around here? >

At the same time.

Kuaaaaang!

A wave of enormous energy emanates from the latch, behind the machine armor.

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

Kuaang!

"Oh, my God. They're fighting. '

Kyrial narrows her eyes to the vast waves that stretch from far away into the sky.

Looks like the collisions started over there, too.

'As expected…. It can't be over with that guy.'

Kyrial, who remembers her previous life, looks at the one rushing towards her.

'What a pain in the ass.'

Thud, thud!

Kyrial looks distasteful as she sees the creature bouncing off his fangs, creating a strange hexagonal shield in the air, and begins to stir up more and more like a storm.

Kuaang!

Kuang!

Shots of gunfire erupt from all sides and shoot from the armor, striking and burning everywhere.

And N-Maria sighs of relief as she looks further and further away from herself, driven by the battle with mercenaries.

'Okay, we're done. I can't believe the mercenaries are here... "

In fact, I asked to be summoned, but I was nervous.

With the exception of the Three Families escort, there are only a few Elite Soldiers and Mercenaries on the battlefield.

A mercenary, literally capable of wielding the power of a one-man army, who is qualified to operate a suit of armor stacked on almost everything in the veil, could not have come into contact with himself at the level of a technolat.

But when you think of her as a monster, that's the only balance I've ever had.

And N-Maria realized her choice wasn't wrong.

That power and that destruction.

Cyril, the monster, is constantly being pushed away from her.

"Maria... what happened? Weren't they allies?"

"Oh my... mercenaries."

A groaning came from the mouths of B and A talent who were watching the battle between the mercenaries and Kiriel.

I didn't think I'd be able to see the secret weapons of the three families in their lifetime.

N-Maria, who had seen such subordinates, soon opened her mouth and held her mind.

"Now let's focus on the barrels of other machine weapons. That meta-human will take care of the mercenaries."

The N-Mary said, with a shaky look on her face, the men who didn't understand the situation properly nodded their heads.

That's literally all they had to do.

Then.

N-Maria's ears were filled with a blasphemous swearing.

< You stupid bitch! What are you doing? We don't have time for that! Get those quantum transponders back online! The cooler will be over in a minute! >

"... Yes?"

When N-Maria hesitated on orders from the mercenaries who were fighting, far away.

You stupid bitch! '

The mercenary of Khalkiroun, who used to operate his armor, cried out sharply.

< Hurry up and reactivate the quantum transmitter! I'm... I'm pushing! >

At the same time.

Kuaaaaang!

A mercenary who was relentlessly firing a cannonball bursts out with a bang and is thrown into a corner of the city, far away.

< Dammit! You monster bitch! >

R-Corun Nell, who spewed her swear words out and ran roughly towards Cyril, once again gritted N-Maria.

< Damn you, bitch! Activate them while they're blocking it! There are more mercenaries to summon right now! >

"Huff! Yes! Somebody help me!"

In the words of R-Corunnell, the young man, N-Maria, along with her cowardly team, began preparing to reactivate the quantum transporters.

With a bunch of questions in mind.

"... the mercenaries have been ready for more than a year?" '

A mercenary is not usually used for tank fighting when he needs it.

War across the planet Ankara, among other things, is to stay stationed, fight and defend the front lines in key areas at all times.

But no matter how many members of the family are in crisis, they've been preparing to come here for more than a century.

That doesn't make any sense.

The question uncovers R-Corun Nell's determination toward the writhing N-Maria.

< Do you really think we've come to save some scumbags that wander around the family by answering your call? >

"No way... is there anything in Nelkifa I don't know?"

N-Maria's hasty expression shifted from suspicion to certainty.

R-Korun Nell, who was stopping Kiriel from pushing himself, shouts again.

< Yes! So... Hurry up, you bitch! >

Quadruck.

"Heheheh!"

R-Corunnell screams at himself, seeing a meta-human running with frightening eyes.

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

Kuaaaaang!

When Hansoo realized that the artillery was no longer effective, Hansoo stepped forward and struck the body of a strange convertible transcendent.

Kudeuk!

The moment I was beaten by Junior, his outer plywood crumbled and sparked.

But at the same time.

Kuaaak!

The man who was beaten but never pushed out, began to smother through his armor, grabbing a handful of forearms as he did.

Wood Duck!

'Tsk.'

Thud, thud!

Hansoo clenched his tongue with his golden grip on his left arm, lifting his foot and kicking him. Then, he climbed into a staggering gap and grabbed him in his right hand and struck him again.

Kuaang!

Power in a different dimension than before.

The three dragon coils burst open and smashed the core to the right of his machine armor.

One of the key parts that powered the artillery.

Hoodluck!

< Hahaha! You're really good. >

Even though the armor's core was crushed, his mouth, or rather, his visor area, continues to make a suspicious sound.

Then.

A word popped out of my mouth that I felt from the end of the hammer that quietly hit him.

"This is not something you can build on your own level. What did you do?"

That armor is just a shell.

A yawn that lasts longer than a glove.

He's not the shell that's wrapped up to hide something.

Something just beneath the armor, on the inside.

That's something else that's unmanned and transcendental.

Even Melchizedek can't make it.

In a word like that.

<... >

The smile spills out of the visor and stops.

And then within.

< You know too much. What is he doing? >

An unpleasant voice was emitted from the visor who had remained in good shape despite the impact.

Under that visor, between the smashed machine armor.

Living tissue twitching blue, completely different from the outside machine, appeared.

At the same time.

Woohoo.

The essence from holding the acroa downstairs, which is in one arm, vibrates lightly.

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