Reincarnator

Hansoo narrows his eyes to see those who started to gush out power before his eyes.

'... I pulled out the technique on the artifact properly.'

Artifact, controller, or foreign currency shoe.

Different names, but one key.

to be able to handle the power of fire.

It's different.

One of the mercenaries raises his hand to Hansoo, Cyril, and Erunheim, standing on top of the building.

"I've never used it before... but it'll be great. Maybe."

At the same time.

Kieing!

At his fingertips, something started to coalesce with fierce force.

The light of white purity.

The moment a flash of white incandescent light appeared on his fingertips.

Kuaaaaaaang!

Hansoo and Kiriel stand on their feet, swept through all the great white waves.

At the same time.

Cough.

From Hansoo's building to the back, to the residential areas of citizens.

Every building that passes through the white flash begins to crumble to ashes.

"Phew... Mwahaha!"

R-Kelkadian Ron bursts into laughter as he watches everything shatter in his strikes.

I'm sorry! Please go! I had my doubts! '

I've heard that the great House of Rhone is researching a new technology.

One goal.

How do we get these mercenaries to radiate more power than any other human being?

Once upon a time, a mercenary was enough when there were no meta-humans.

The mercenaries alone could unleash unimaginable power, and what the mercenaries couldn't do was controlled by ships and high weaponry.

However, after the emergence of heterohumans, the pandemic changes.

To be precise, it's because of the rare individuals who harness the power of mere humanoids on the ship.

Ships and individuals have different utilizations, even if they can use the same power.

If those bastards are willing to assassinate and infiltrate the family, that is a grave threat.

However, when I heard about the research, I was nervous.

I acknowledged the necessity, but I doubted whether the human body could do more than just harness the firepower of mechanical technology.

Of course, there was a precedent of heterohumans in front of us, but they are similar to what they look like, and the species itself is different.

But now the R-Kelkadian has deeply reflected on the suspicion of the great Rhone family.

"Oh, my God. That's it. '

R-Kelkadian mutters, looking at his hands.

A tremendous power surge from the body.

It was as if the ship's engines were attached to the heart, and their flagship had a Vardian-style weapon on its fingertips.

The sheer force that would have reduced the city to ashes and slaughtered hundreds of thousands of people was trembling all over the body.

However, R-Kelkadian smiled faintly and began to twist his eyebrows.

Through the falling smoke.

I noticed a pair of men and women who showed up fine.

Dental work.

R-Kelkadian Ron, who saw a handcuff hanging from his body with a sheer glow, soon pulled out his lip and said.

"Looks like we won."

"Phew... Okay. Okay."

What a sight for sore eyes in the Neropa Alliance.

If it were normal, he would have been terrified out of despair.

Their power in the video is nothing compared to their capacity for mercenaries.

But now the story is different.

They were given new skills, new powers.

'Crisis... is an opportunity.'

If they get rid of them with their own hands.

In the future, your position in the family will be visible.

Then Hansoo muttered, looking into the eyes of the man who had simultaneous tension, aspiration and desire.

'I'm a little less powerful than Neropa... but there are a lot of them.'

It seemed like a slightly degraded version of Neropa, but instead it had seven numbers.

It's not something you can ignore.

Besides, it doesn't seem to end in seven.

Behind Hansoo and Kiriel.

"Ugh..."

"Somebody help me! I'm trapped!"

I noticed the citizens screaming at the explosion that suddenly swept through the city.

Cyril frowns at the screaming citizens below. He looks at them and says,

"But aren't they your citizens?"

The reason I started a city stage was to suppress their firepower, but they didn't seem to care about anything like that.

One of the mercenaries, who was drunk by the words, laughed deeply.

"Our citizen. So we can do whatever we want, right? None of this would have happened if you hadn't barged in here in the first place."

Kuaaaaang!

Kuaang!

R-Kelkadian Rhone, who heard the blasts coming from all around, looks delightful.

There was so much power inside my body that I could really do anything.

Kyrial frowns as she watches it.

'It's even more annoying in some ways.'

While the power of labor itself was lower than Neropa, the strength and strength itself were higher.

And there's a lot of them.

'And these guys. It looks like an onion product... but it must have gone crazy somewhere else.'

The plan was initially implemented in the assumption that there would be few of them, other than the ship, to stop the Transcendent.

If the Neropa Alliance fleet is busy dealing with the Pompeon Empire, the remaining mercenaries will not be able to stop themselves.

But I can't believe you pulled this off.

Cyril frowns as she sees the mercenaries slowly starting to walk in with confidence.

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

Kuaang!

14Defensive City, Etorreim.

The city that Methionel and John Stone attacked was swarming with fire.

"Hahaha! What the hell did you believe in? Methionel?"

Krrrrrrrrr!

The moment Karas' neck and red tattoos bloomed in his armor.

A tremendous amount of energy drawn from the underside of the planet begins to flow to the core in a suit of armor.

Precisely the anti-particle injection device on the right arm.

Neropa was powerful enough to express with his bare hands, but Karas wasn't that good.

But instead, Neropa has a sturdy body, a crude object, and a glove.

Soon.

Kuaaaaang!

The anti-particle cannons of strange power that would manifest in the ship's mainframe sped through the city along the course.

Profit!

Methionel, who was watching the pillar of fast-paced light, gripped it.

Methionel is also a tribal executive.

Wearing gloves that will allow you to use the power of fire, however, the armor itself was not meant to prevent a useful attack on a ship in the first place.

When Methionel made a desperate face.

Phew!

"If it disappears, you'll be bothered to find your way back."

"Oops!"

Someone grabs Methionel by the back of the neck and throws him backwards, blocking his position.

Soon.

Kuaaaaang!

The axe surrounded by red light plunges down and separates the cannon as it runs.

"A fool like this... breaks it?" '

The moment Karas' eyebrows twitched to see it.

"Khhhhh!"

John Stone, who had a concussion in his body, began to gallop with power as he thumped.

Under your feet, you feel like an earthquake.

The moment Karas twisted his eyebrows and breathed his whole body energy into the protective field generator.

Kuaaaaang!

The flying blood axe drops steadily and presses into the field around Karas' body.

Stupid!

The station was cracking, but that's all.

The Bloody Axe eventually failed to break Karas' forehead by constantly regenerating and reinforced translucent walls in the air.

Karas, who was making a nervous expression for a moment, sighs of relief, then shakes his right arm in horrific distortion.

"Oh... you ignorant bastard!"

Kuaaaaang!

Like releasing anger against a meta-human who has made himself nervous after gaining new power.

The sheer force of fire turns into a cannon and is shot at the target in front of you.

Not just Karas, but the two mercenaries behind him.

"No!"

Before methionel cries out in the background.

Shhhhh!

Three white flashes of light rush forward, erasing all sides, sweeping across the John Stone standing in front of Karas.

"Hahahaha! You finally came back from believing in this half-breed scumbag? You should have brought a ship to get here! Methionel!"

When Karas saw the scene, he laughed loudly.

In the old days, when their tribes collapsed and were invaded, they boasted that the choices they made were not wrong.

What difference does it make if you hold the flag of a ruined tribe?

Waxing counseling.

The story of being patient and determined for revenge in a dreary place is all a fairy tale.

Unfortunate and poor.

The winner gets stronger and the loser gets weaker.

While they crawl on the ground, pleading revenge.

They themselves, and their newly elected Neropa Union, are so strong that they are soaring to the skies.

< Usually, traitors don't use them. But that's usually the talk of idiots who can't control their bottom. I'm afraid the traitors will betray us again. But... I don't have any of those. >

K-Adeleira Rhone.

A foreigner who gave himself some gloves, lacking them, and even gave him baptism of fire.

If I have the ability, I will treat you properly.

Otherwise, hundreds, thousands of tribes, coalitions and nations would not have been united under our feet.

I should have killed them all.

When Karas looks at Methionel and laughs out loud,

"This son of a bitch... Who's he talking to?"

A frightening voice flows out of the steam, filled with fury.

At the same time.

Kuaaaaang!

The fierce waves that erupt from the vapor continue to rush towards Karas.

Huff!

Barely escaped Karas, he was almost lucky.

I didn't expect him to be alive in that attack.

Because the attack was so sudden a moment ago.

Unfortunately, the two mercenaries standing behind him were not as fortunate as Karas.

Pagagaga!

Quadruck!

"Khhh!"

"Cough!"

The blood energy on the axe that was flying through the air, drawing a semicircle, instantly split the neck of the two standing behind you.

Something that happened before it even energized the station.

"Holy shit! '

Karas stares at you in embarrassment and grits his teeth as he sees the one coming out of the vapor.

His expectations were not wrong.

He was so broken that he couldn't fight anymore.

But it was just... it was worse than he expected.

"Some son of a bitch injected me with something... which helps me a little."

Whoops!

John Stone, holding the axe back from the air, coldly mutters.

Phew.

The red energy that was leaking out through the torso was holding the body just before it collapsed.

You paralyze the nerves that need to transmit extreme pain, relieving the pain, and activating the muscles that are about to collapse to move the body.

Karas winks at John Stone, standing there like a zombie.

He was on the verge of collapse, obviously.

I felt like my neck was going to fly at once.

"Those beasts..."

Karas, who couldn't do this or that, thought he was an idiot.

I don't have to take any chances.

"Hahaha! More help coming! Idiots! The number of mercenaries baptized by fire continues to grow!"

Karas grabs the communicator in his ear.

Just one.

If only one more mercenary can support us, we can end him safely and with certainty.

But the moment I got my hands on that transmitter,

"Unsupported"? Why? "

Surely the number of mercenaries can afford it.

Or something urgent has happened somewhere.

A situation so urgent that not even a single mercenary can be supported.

'No... I'm sure their power has been objectively determined!'

A cold word flew to Karas.

“Khhh... Things aren't going as expected, are they? Come on in, man. Let's play like men. ”

Karas looks distorted, bewildered by John Stone's ridicule.

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

"The way it was... I didn't want to be a dwarf here."

Hansoo whispers, wielding a hammer in his hand.

Having a devastating blow to one side is not a good choice.

The Pompeion Empire and the Neropa Alliance should cut down on each other as much as possible.

Later on, it will be easier to face the Pompeion Empire.

But if they come out like this, it's not the time for them to be in stock anymore.

‘Come.’

"Cough..."

"Khh..."

Seven mercenaries lying on the floor with their bodies smashed to pieces.

Around the body of a bunch of mercenaries who see their insides being transferred to the back of a mercenary.

Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The black energy begins to ripple.

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