Reincarnator
< 101. Abortion (1) >
The man who was staying in the basement sighs, looking up.
‘I've got a lot of work to do... but only those who get in my way. ’
On the first land I stayed on, I was caught by a guy named Pompeon.
I was about to surround the place that was so far from him with the dimensional barrier, but I can't believe there was a variable aiming for the artifact.
Now that we have failed to acquire Nelkifa, we must succeed here.
‘I'm going to call them. ’
It's not just the shell that's on the outside, it's the shell that's implanted.
I can't connect with them, and I don't want to connect with them.
What you call others.
Not only the shells, but the ones who were successfully baptized with their inner souls.
The moment a man decides to call three.
Whoo-hoo.
The red sentence that stayed on the man's fingertips began to vibrate roughly.
At the same time.
Phew.
Three sparks rose from the man's head.
It's not just a flame.
A fragment of the power you planted with the people of this world, based on your soul.
One of the flames seems to shake and conveys his intentions to the man, whether he knew what he was calling for.
<... What's going on? I told you to use a communicator if you get distracted. I told you this was really offensive. >
The voice of the walking man.
The unpleasant feeling was not only for one person, but the other two fragments were also seething with unpleasantness.
The man briefly delivers his physician to a fragment of the soul.
To a two-man, one-woman, speaking through a divorce.
< There is no time to be unpleasant. Come here and stop them. Because if you do, your capital will be breached. I told you there'd be nothing if the artifact flew away. You're the one who made things unpleasant. >
The other three souls were shaken small.
Meaning I was embarrassed.
After a while.
The souls of each other began to vomit out at each other.
< Nell Gaju. Obviously, they decided to send a meta-human to stop them. >
<... I guess I didn't know they didn't have either a left or a right brain. Obviously, I wish they'd both gone and solved it... >
< Go deal with Nell Gaju yourself. We're busy trying to contain Pompeion now. >
The man listening to the country play looked pathetic, then opened his mouth again.
< Come all three. >
The three souls who vomited on each other once again were roughened by the man's words.
<... That's a little offensive. Don't tell me he has to take the three of us. >
< And what about Pompeion? Since you've made Pompeion so strong, it's a fundamental problem for all three of us to stick together. >
The man raises his mouth and laughs loudly.
< You don't have to worry about that at all. Is it because the three of you are worried that Pompeion won't move? >
No lion should be afraid of the three heads that are returning to the four corners of his eyes, even looking at each other weaker than he is.
It is only the same lion that cares and restrains it.
Therefore, you should not reveal yourself yet.
Not yet.
< Fly now. Come on. >
Cough!
The man gave his last notice as he heard the noise getting closer.
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The one who leads to blood.
Hansoo, who held the mercenaries captive by Mary Valentine's power, descends toward the ground's glove surface.
Circuits made of blue light were all over the ground floor, underneath the neolime.
‘... what kind of circuitry is this? ’
When Kiriel made a curious face, looking at the massive circuits flowing with unusual energies at a glance at the regularly arranged structures.
Whoo-hoo.
Hansoo grasps the artifact in his hand and weighs its direction.
As we got closer to how sensitive resonance was, the crystals were reacting as soon as they got away.
Like I wanted Hansoo to know the right path.
‘This way.'
One of the other artifacts, knowing where the foreign shoe would be, was about to set foot.
"Ahhhh! Kang Hansoo! “
Kuoooo!
The crystal, or the voices of the creatures that were chasing it, resounded from the outside into the inner space.
Kiriel laughs as he hears it.
"You must be in a hurry."
The rapidly rising sound tells us how urgent Samuel and the Hattaras are coming.
They're rushing in because they're that close to their goal.
If the other person doesn't have the time to relax, they are the ones who gain that advantage.
Quadruck!
‘But... you're doing it. ’
Kiriel looks shivering, looking at one red scorpion, smashed from the top to the bottom by half.
I like the rush, but it seemed to be putting all the power out on the opponent.
< Damn it! We have to break through! If this place is breached, it'll blow your head off! >
< Stop that scorpion! We're going down! >
Their nervousness was extreme as they pierced under the gloves and got in the right direction.
He was actually throwing himself out and trying to clear the way.
The Red Scorpions were also faithful to a number of commands, trying to intercept them, but the mercenaries rushing in in a compassionate fashion were pushing with all their might, and the speed of smashing was accelerating.
“Aah! You bastard! Stop right there!"
Kwaek!
The mercenaries who succeeded in desperately piercing the scorpion pointed the sentence at Hansoo and exerted their vigorous force.
You don't have to kill, you don't have to hurt.
If they only have an ankle, all the runners behind them will solve it.
But unfortunately, reality betrayed his expectations.
Whoo-hoo!
A wave of flying power surrounds the black veil, and Hansoo takes his finger to his mouth.
"Oh, my God, no. No way! '
Unfortunately, the prayers of such mercenaries did not work.
Cadduk!
Hansoo once again bit his finger into his mouth and waved his hand into the air.
Paaaahhhh!
There are more Fibonas working and filling the air than before.
"Damn it! Aaaaaaaah!"
The mercenary who began to grow boldly in it, leaving behind a screaming mercenary with more red scorpions than before.
Hansoo quickly takes Cyril deep inside.
Kiriel looks a little sad to see them running behind him.
"They're bastards... but it hurts to see them again."
Hansoo shakes his head.
"Don't give me that."
"Yes?"
Hansoo replied briefly to Kiriel's words.
"They're doomed anyway."
"...?"
After a few words, Cyril looks back in wonder.
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"Aaaah! Damn it! Aah!"
The mercenary, R-Palcon Ron, prayed again and again as he looked at the ones running inside.
"Please... damn it! Somebody give me a break! '
But there is no hope.
There were more red scorpions running around than before, and the second generation of humanity rushed back and forth without hesitation.
Since we departed from a distant source, we still have a long time to arrive.
Before that, they'd all be smashed to bits.
Rather, it seemed faster for giant monsters to attack this place than for them to come and help themselves.
Kuuuhhhhhh!
Damn it.
Watching them reveal their enormous existence seemed to cleanse their fate.
Torn to shreds by red scorpions.
Or die at the feet of giant mountain ranges.
Or, after surviving, be executed by the Lord for their unstoppable sins.
There are no miracles.
There's no way out.
'Then... why am I struggling like this?'
The mercenary, R-Pfalcon Ron, releases his hand with a vacant look on his face. He aims for the gap and releases a fierce red scorpion tail.
When R-Pfalcon Ron looks down at the tail of a scorpion trying to stab himself in the neck.
Quadrudruple!
A miracle happened.
"Who told you to die on your own? You must not die on your own terms."
"Uh-huh? How did you get here?"
R-Palcon Ron looks stunned at K-Adeleira Rhone, the woman who appeared in front of him and smashed her scorpion.
Is this a dream? '
The scene in front of my eyes was full of points I didn't understand.
How K-Adeleira Ron, a family-run household known to have no apparent helplessness, smashed the scorpion that had attacked her without any equipment and without even gloves on.
How she got here, who was supposed to be on the front lines.
But one of the questions of R-Pfalcon Ron was solved.
On top of the K-Adeleira Ron, the voices of two men resounded in all directions.
"Dammit... I'm dying trying to quantify this street with my bare body."
"Shut up. Let's get this over with. The mercenaries are very valuable."
"I know. Don't give me orders. You arrogant bastard."
Before it's over.
Kuaaaaaaang!
A huge red light appeared flashing before the eyes of the R-Palcon Ron.
Whether the cornea being protected by a visor burns to a crisp, the R-Palcon Ron is worried about.
But R-Pfalcon Ron opened his eyes as if he didn't want to miss a single sight of it.
Then I was astonished.
Oh, my God.
Kuaaaaaaang!
The red scorpions that were so fond of them were being swept away at once.
In the light of a colossal ship, emanating from the body of three masters.
No, it wasn't just the red scorpion.
Two-Down!
Krrrrrrrrr!
The top-shelf gloves, designed to withstand even Neproski-class castaways covering the city, were melting like water.
Like the eyes of a hot flame.
A force greater than the total amount of force they exert.
"My lords... You've got this much power. '
A joyful rush of excitement flows through the chest of R-Palcon Ron.
The power of that great power.
An attitude like a god.
This is it.
This is a luxury that suits the household that leads this huge family.
At the same time, R-Palcon Ron was impressed.
In the minds of the ranchers who flew all the way here to save themselves, even though they would look like ruins.
'My Lord... I will be loyal in the future.'
You don't even have to think about it anymore.
We just have to follow the Lord.
But soon, R-Pfalcon Ron realized something was wrong.
The look on K-Adeleira Ron's face standing in front of her.
R-Palcon Ron looked at her face and wondered.
'... are you sorry?'
What is there to be sorry for?
Then.
"Ron Gaju! I don't think this is the time. Don't pretend to be nice by yourself. Go ahead! You have to squeeze to stop those big lumps!"
"Dammit... I didn't even care that much."
Sharp voice of the K-Merow Nell.
K-ucatan Pael's sorry attitude.
"... Lord? What's that?"
The moment R-Pfalcon Ron looked suspicious.
A short answer came out of K-Adeleira Ron's mouth.
"I'm sorry, everyone."
At the same time.
Quadrudruple!
"Ugh… what!"
He looks at his heart, shriveled at once, and says that R-Palcon Ron can't be trusted.
It wasn't just me.
Quadruck!
Kwaek!
"Cough!"
"Kuaaaak!"
A loud scream comes from the mouths of those who were barely breathing on all sides.
At the same time.
Cough!
A huge power of fire that was emitted in exchange for squeezing out its own heart.
The power flows in all directions.
To K-Adeleira Ron, the owner standing in front of her.
Every time I ate the energy of dozens of people scattered around, her body began to glow more vividly and red.
In a fading ritual, R-Palcon Ron, who had watched the whole thing, was only able to realize the truth.
Why they were created.
Why housewives cared so much about themselves.
"Lunchbox... shit. '
R-Palcon Ron closes his eyes as he looks at the ranchers melting their surroundings, exhaling the same power as the old man.
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Curr!
"Ugh..."
When Kiriel was embarrassed by the unsettled melting ceiling, Hansoo, who was silently running beside him, touched his arms.
'It's time.'
Hansoo mutters, looking at the shining artifact in his arms.
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