Reincarnator

Whoo-hoo!

Cyril, who was riding on a huge elevator, looks around at the gift the elf gave him this time, smiling satisfactorily and staring at a step.

"Where are you going upstairs now?"

One thing's for sure: superpowers or whatever.

You can follow it with faith.

That's what Cyril said.

Hansoo mutters to himself.

'Planet of Fire. It's been a long time.'

Ankara, the planet of fire and war.

A planet that hates each other with the power of fire beneath it, creating endless destruction.

There is only one thing you can do there.

Theft of Fire.

Planets, as long as they take away the power of fire, the source of all power.

With that power, the inhabitants of Ankara, who support all technological civilizations, are no longer a threat to them.

There's a big difference from physical ability in the first place.

In other words, the goal is to succeed by taking control of Fire, the source of the power of the inhabitants of Ankara.

You don't have to kill them all or expel them all.

"Well, you don't have to kill them to end it peacefully..."

Hansoo mutters to himself.

It is similar to modern society.

If someone were to come and take away the power of oil and electricity from you, there would be no way to stand still.

Fire is more powerful and important to them than oil or electricity.

It is not possible to give up the control of hard labor.

'Well, anyway... we better hurry.'

We need to take control of this place quickly.

Otherwise, they will literally reach for the satellite, Nelkifa.

If a few sets of the previous Kalkyrie fleets arrive, there's no way the newcomers below will be able to cope.

The whole body will be ashes, disappearing and crumbling with the saturation poured out from the universe.

Then we shouldn't.

We need to clear this area quickly, not only to level Nam Zone and Zone 6, but also to protect Zone 5.

Kiriel opens his mouth, smiling as if he had a hint of that.

"Well, I suppose it would be easier to have a guide, though."

Then Kiriel stands to his right and looks at the person with the expression that he dislikes something.

In Kyrial's eyes.

"Ugh... these cursed things."

R-Corun Nell, who used to fight Kiriel, looks at both of them exhausted.

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

'Dammit. I can't believe I'm getting involved with these guys again...'

The R-Corun Nell mutters to herself.

I used to know these guys took the wrong turn when they were forced to blow up the train.

Destroy the Grand Research Center to Aokan, the defensive city, and then hit it.

These guys are crazy.

But you didn't stop there, and you tried to find yourself there.

Now that I have nothing to do with myself, it was a big mistake to think that I would ignore myself if I just hid it.

Kiriel grins as he looks at the R-Corun Nell.

"Don't look at me like that. What would you have done without us? You're gonna live here your whole life?"

That's what Cyril said.

"..."

R-Corun Nell walks away and says nothing.

Because he was right.

After realizing ten lives would be lost if you got involved with these guys, you found a hidden sector around Buryburia and hid like a dead man waiting for rescue.

A member of the Nells family, he firmly believes that the Kalkyrie fleet will not abandon him who serves mercenaries.

In fact, I was impressed to see nine mercenaries pouring down from the fleet.

But what happened after that was just despair.

The mercenaries who were supposed to come didn't come, and even the defensive city in which they entered, Aokan, whatever happened, blew up and flew away.

Moreover, the Kalkyrie fleet, which was drifting through the air, launched a series of cannons and returned to Ankara, the planet.

How desperate you must be.

These guys came looking for you.

< I need a guide. Follow me. >

Those who found themselves hiding like ghosts literally dragged me to the Moon Dance.

Strange elevator.

And now they're being dragged up like this.

'... I don't know if this is a good choice.'

I didn't have a choice, but now I feel really uncomfortable about how dangerous they are in front of me.

Kiriel taps his shoulders as if he had guessed the mind of R-Corunnel.

"Don't be so burdened. Let's just go easy. We gave you back your gloves, didn't we?"

As Kyrial proves, the armor that was wrapped around Kyrial's body was transformed into one of nine better output armor, not the armor that was taken from R-Corunnel before.

The original stolen armor was put back on R-Corun Nell's body.

And in Kyrial's words, R-Corun Nell grips his teeth in small bites.

There is only one reason why they returned their gloves.

because I am now confident that no matter what I do, I will do it lightly.

The immense aura that blooms right in front of your eyes is proof.

'Crazy... meta-human bastards running away and being perverts. In the meantime... "

R-Corun Nell looks at Kyrial, who taps her shoulder.

This must have been the woman who argued with herself on the big train at the Grand Research Center.

No, of course, he was a little pushy, but there was no argument that it was worth fighting for anyway.

But what is this?

After a long time, the woman has now turned into something so powerful that she can't even imagine.

Things like yourself don't look easy to deal with with with in a truck.

In the past, when I saw this woman, I would feel different now if I could remember the benefits of a mercenary in shining armor.

Ship.

Ankara boasts a ship that harnesses the power of fire.

Surprisingly, I felt the significance of a ship that was built for the purpose of plunging out space and destroying satellites in the tiny human body.

"Whew. I don't know. '

Eventually, R-Corun Nell lowers her mind.

Follow the current.

We can't beat these guys now, no matter what it takes.

Then it would be better to follow.

'By the way... there was this.'

R-Corun Nell, who was looking for a bizarre elevator, mutters to herself.

Most people, B, A, or even N, don't quite realize that there are people out there who are hetero-humans.

I've heard some rumors about R-grade members of my family, myself directly involved in the war, and mercenaries.

About being a meta-human who exerts monstrous power with his bare body.

But... we didn't know how it was gonna show up, and now we're riding it? '

Looking at the amazing objects and elevators that cannot even be explained by their advanced technological skills, R-Corunnell makes a curious face.

Kuoooooo.

As the elevator stops working, it slowly starts to slow down.

At the same time.

Kiiiiiiing!

With a huge sound, the door opens and a white light begins to pour in.

At the same time.

Phew.

A violent wind starts hurling into the elevator.

And R-Corun Nell, who was looking at the open exterior, twitched her eyebrows.

"Really... coming. '

I didn't think so.

I didn't think I'd be returning to my planet on such a bizarre elevator.

Familiar sights unfolding before your eyes.

In a space surrounded by ruins.

Several buildings that appear to be actually being used, that remain intact in shape in between.

old mobile floating armored vehicles running through those buildings.

A twisted voice came from the mouth of R-Corun Nell, who was looking at a fairly shabby city for a place with state-of-the-art technology civilization.

"Garbage chute... I was wondering where you heterohumans came from, and they're coming from."

"Garbage chute?"

Kiriel hesitates at the words of R-Corun Nell.

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

Planet Ankara.

The inhabitants of Ankara, who built a massive civilization with the power of fire, have succeeded in managing amazing power and technology, but unfortunately have not been well acquainted.

I fought and fought for over a thousand years.

In the middle of a struggle, you need more power to defeat the opponent, and you rush to develop stronger weapons to crush the opponent.

And it was a thousand years ago that I repeatedly crushed and crushed the opponent with that power.

There were countless countries, peoples and families, but there were some who boasted extraordinary powers and civilizations.

In a war that lasted for more than a thousand years, these individuals grew their power by combining or destroying their alliances with other countries.

"As a result, the two greatest remaining forces are the Neropa Alliance and the Pompeon Empire."

R-Corun Nell looks at Kiriel and says,

In the north, the Pompeion empire formed a massive unified empire, devouring the entire continent of Pompeion.

And the three great families that fought and resisted in the south and ate.

Nell, Ron and the Fael family.

I was in a situation where I was three families who fought fiercely and held back and tried to expand their power by a fraction, but I couldn't do it anymore.

Otherwise, we'd be in a position to be swept away by the Pompeion Empire.

Ultimately, the Nell, Ron and Fael families, who felt gravely threatened by the rugged expansion of the Pompeon Empire, came together to form a massive union of historical colours and succeeded in creating a counterpart to the Pompeon Empire.

"It's a place where people who have barely saved their lives using such a paradox live like ruins."

While speaking, R-Corun Nell looks contemptuous.

Those bugs who barely survive among the strong.

A small country, a small coalition, a small family, a small nation.

From their power, they seemed to have an end to them.

Either stick to one or the other.

Or perish violently and vanish to the other side of history.

That proves the history of warfare.

But they didn't choose either.

No, I chose to take full advantage of the situation.

Standing between the two in a direction of balance.

Moreover, sometimes empires and their own confrontations are backexploited and demanded.

If you don't listen to me, I'll show you the attitude to help your opponent right away.

Nevertheless, there were occasionally times when the Neropa Union would cry and listen to their demands for mustard because their strength was not great.

If the confrontation between the Neropa Union and the Pompeon Empire had not been established, it would have been bad for R-Corunnell, a member of the Nell family, since all of them would have been destroyed or destroyed.

'When the war is over, I will wipe them all out. I can't believe those no-fucking-believers would do that for a little while... "

I had a bad feeling in R-Corun Nell's head as she was moving her teeth.

"Wait... do you believe that? '

Do they even believe in something in this garbage?

Then.

Hansoo, standing next to R-Corun Nell, laughs.

"You've come to the right place."

'I got it right in one of the three places.'

I didn't know where I was going to fall into the floor.

But if he came to a place called Reunion, which is called the Garbage Patch, he came to the right place.

Because there's one thing you have to earn here.

"Foreign currency."

A wonder made to handle external fires.

A giant planet.

A mythical weapon with the power to deal with the fires that have fallen asleep on this planet.

"Wait, I'll make a friend for you soon. Of course, flies can be... incredibly twisted. '

Whoo-hoo.

A precious item can attract flies.

Even those who do not know the value.

Hansoo mutters as he looks at the Channier in his hand, seeing something beginning to approach from afar.

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

A woman looked at a man and asked.

"You really have to trust me, don't you?"

The man nods.

"Of course. It's a one-off reversal. It's a Neropa alliance. It'll be funny. Sangjin told you that?"

Nicknamed The Underworld King.

The man smiles and says the name of the man who led the army of the dead.

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