Reincarnator
< 104. Metastasis (7) >
Kurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
"... I'm always thinking, but you're really crazy. Pompeion."
K-ucatan Pael mutters as he looks at Pompeion in front of his eyes.
I pride myself on not being normal, but this guy right in front of me is really, really crazy.
If he's lucid.
Cough!
I will not give my rights to my heart to those who oppose me.
Bang, bang, bang!
Through his chest, through the hole in his sternum.
I can feel his heart beating clearly through his hands.
You didn't beat him and grab his heart.
That's the deal they made with him, the three of them.
< I give you the right to burst my heart at any time. So... don't worry about getting your ass handed to you. >
There's nothing wrong with them.
Pompeons with their lives in their hands, if they don't want their hearts to burst, they will have to use all their strength, and since they can't do anything, they can concentrate their power down without thinking much about it.
And now the result.
Kuaaaaaaang!
Kuku ku Kung!
The rains of flames, literally increasing, were pouring down like a storm from the sky.
The remaining ships squeeze the energy down like a fuselage.
Uktan Pael and the two pompeons holding Pompeon's heart push him down with all their might.
And so is Pompeion.
Kuaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Overwhelming firepower erupts from Pompeon's flesh, as they claim to have been playing with themselves.
From a piece of fire received from a man, situated inside the Pompeon, to be precise.
That power will overwhelm all three states.
'You son of a bitch... you were really relaxing.'
K-Merow Nell looks hideous.
I can't believe I was doing this in front of a guy with that kind of power.
If a few days had passed when the three of them attacked him, they would have died at his hands.
K-merrow Nell smiles faintly on her face as she looks bored.
'No, no, no. It's good.'
If the blade is sharp, it's a threat.
The sharper the blade in your hand, the better the cut.
Now they're grabbing his heart.
Maybe that's it.
'Just like that... we'll finish off the one below and take control of the Pompeion and crush the one called Hansu.'
Hansoo is dealing with this enormous energy on the front line.
Of course, the body cannot be intact.
Even if this situation comes to an end, it will be a disaster.
Then it can be difficult to subdue them.
The reason they were embarrassed was when the three of them came to their senses while they were fighting Pompeon.
If he has a meta-human that can move space, that's enough.
However, if Pompeion is in their hands, the story becomes simpler.
You just have to let go of what's left and crush him.
It doesn't matter if you run away.
At least if he's on this planet, we can find him anywhere and kill him.
'If you go up, it doesn't matter. Things are going well.'
K-Merow Nell's expression begins to excite.
The situation is a little funny.
Three gazebos were sticking their hands in a hole in Pompeon's ribcage in case he was taken over.
If only one of them holds the heart and threatens Pompeon to attack them, that's a big deal.
But I'm not worried if the three of you are holding on tight.
'Eventually... the scared one loses first.'
K-merrow Nell laughs.
The one who fears first, the one who retreats faster, loses.
That's why Pompeion turned out like this.
He was afraid of him downstairs.
I wanted to take a step back and hold hands with myself.
That's how I ended up like this.
'If I were you, I'd rather die with you than be like this. Die with me.'
Back then.
Kurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
You begin to hear a slightly more violent noise from below.
It sounds a little different from the shockwaves they emit and the energy they emit.
The moment I felt that sound and vibration, I could finally see that K-merrow Nell and the two gazzos were finally over.
The sound of the guy being pushed all the way to the bottom.
If there had been a hidden hand, there would be no way to bring it out now, so this intense sound must have been a desperate act by the last one.
Kuaaaaang!
[God damn it! Hansoo!]
What's going on?]
Across the comms, you hear the urgent sounds of the heterohumans.
The last wave that came from down there wasn't so bad.
Powerful enough to make everything at the bottom a handful of ashes.
That's why K-Merow Nell felt better.
'Heaven help you. Heaven help.'
If they get caught in that explosion, they don't have to deal with it.
I'll kill you myself.
But everything has to be good.
Bang, bang, bang!
K-Merow Nell smiled and said, feeling Pompeon's heartbeat beating joyfully at his fingertips.
"Here. Here. Looks like we're done down there... Let's wrap it up, Pompeon."
The K-merrow Nell gently squeezes the heart in her fingertips.
Tissue weak enough to explode with just a little bit of force.
In the beginning, their strength comes from the soul that gives them power to control fire, not the flesh. It is natural for the body to be weak.
"Your hands are amazing. The one down there."
He smiled coldly and looked at them.
'Yes. Let's finish this.'
It has to end now.
Prepare to reap all the seeds you sow, and the one below you sow.
'But... I'm a little scared to be like this.'
Pompeon, who was preparing his mind, muttered as he felt his heartbeat.
The heart caught in their hands shook faster.
Pompeon smiled as soon as he saw the big smile on his face, whether he had mistaken it for fear of them.
'Yes, but...' There's three of them to go with. '
It would be less unfair for them to know why they're dying.
Pompeion smiles at K-Merow Nell, who is smiling the most.
"As you know, I met that alien a little earlier."
"... why don't you cut the crap and do your job?"
Ku-uk!
When K-Merow Nell felt anxious about Pompeon's sudden expression of speech, he raised his thumbnail and stabbed him in the heart, but Pompeon floated.
Pompeion continued to speak.
"He gave me half of his soul with a token of trust. Said it was the only way I could trust myself. Probably did the same thing to you guys, right?"
In response, the three gazelles stopped and nodded without even knowing it.
Definitely like he said.
Half of a man's soul is in his body now, and the other half in his body is in three parts.
That's why they made a deal with someone who had no place to be.
Because if I do, I'll kill you.
Seeing that the three gazelles empathized, Pompeon continued to laugh.
"Isn't that a little weird? Soul is a testament to power, and that's how you let it go?"
Pompeii said, Gaju frowned.
Obviously, it was always weird.
There are many better ways to enter into a contract.
The way he proposed the deal was the worst for him.
No matter what rhetoric you bring, it leaves only a conclusion that you will lose.
Pompeion smiled at them and said.
"You may have only six quarters, but I got half, so I got a little over his memory."
And among them, there was a way to reproduce their species.
Confusion
The user chops off its soul and plants it in the body of another species.
It doesn't matter what flesh or soul the species has.
It doesn't matter if you cut off a fraction of your soul.
Once the opponent accepts his soul, it succeeds.
The opponent gains access to a spirit engraved with the power of its kind and a rare civilization.
And so on and on and on and on.
Drunk with the new power he gained.
When you use your strength again and again, your soul grows and grows to be the subject of using your power.
It continues to grow, whether it's a quarter or half of what it started with.
That way, the spirit that grows up will grow back to be enough to reconstruct the identity of their species.
"Then the soul that was planted pushes away the soul of the original owner and takes over the body."
That way, when the spirit shifts and the owner changes.
The tribe is no longer its original race.
Personality changes, identity changes, but that's not the original species.
A complete parasite that grows through the Seed of Soul.
"That's what they are. That's how the fake Neropa grew up."
"This madness..."
Then it all made sense.
Why did he make such a deal?
He didn't choose death.
It chose breeding. It chose breeding.
"Now... do you understand why you have to die with me?"
It's only a matter of time.
If there are seeds left, the second and third ones will eventually come out.
"Let's... go together."
At the same time.
Kwaaaahhhhhh!
A huge energy surge began to erupt around Pompeon's body.
A spirit in the vicinity of a power outage began to erupt.
The Ukathan Fael and the ranchers who saw it scream.
"You crazy bastard! I... don't want to die!"
"Ahhhh! Son of a bitch!"
Quadruple!
Pompeion vomited blood.
I can feel his heart breaking in the furious hands of Ukrainian Pael.
K-Merow Nell and Adelaira Ron appear to be speechless and fleeing in a hurry.
But it doesn't matter.
The bomb that is being built around your body is enough to fulfill your final goal, just as much as it has devoted all of your energy to protecting your body.
To some extent... enough to burn three raccoons that crawled in without even knowing it was my place of death for questioning.
And the seeds in it.
'Sangin, he's my friend. Farewell. For you... I'm sorry.'
I have no regrets about one of the actions I've taken as I go through my plan to defeat the aliens.
There is only one thing I regret.
'Well, we both had no choice.'
One last bitter smile.
Kuaaaaaaang!
A massive explosion erupted around the body of Pompeon and engulfed the surroundings.
..........................
'These fools... Don't come.'
I saw a few protruding from the clouds in a blurry vision.
Sangin and Mi-hee.
And Kiriel and Samuel.
Kuaaaaaaang!
A massive flurry of fire rushes down to scorch their bodies.
"Eeeeeeeeee!"
Kiriel grips his teeth at the overwhelming energy that is attacking him.
I came across it to save it, but it was more than I could have imagined.
'To endure this... Was there?'
This causes the skill to melt before it can be activated again.
At that moment.
Phew! Phew!
The energy of the surrounding fire subsides and the breeze of the mountains settles.
A great heat entered their control and enveloped their bodies.
What the...? '
When Cyril is in a state of panic, she speaks with a strong voice.
"I can't hold on much longer. Move it... quickly."
"You... how did you do that?"
He mutters bitterly as he stops the flames.
"I... have one."
In the body of that superstition.
Kieing!
The last seeds of Ankara shake fiercely.
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