Reincarnator
< 105. Final Area (2) >
'Fantastic.'
A spear that radiates with enormous energy at a glance.
The old artifact was nothing more than a flirtation compared to the energy radiating from there.
Literally, the wonder that allows us to control the vast energy of the Red Orb beneath the planet.
With one spear, you can extinguish the Red Orb beneath your feet and, conversely, extract all the energy from the Red Orb and use it as a planetary destruction weapon.
"I could kill that floating Nelkiva right now."
Whoo-hoo.
The topaz raises a window and points to Nelkifa, who is wandering around like a satellite, far away.
Hansoo smiled at the words of the superstition.
'That's not how it's written.'
At least why he tried to put all the artifacts together into a spear remains very clear in his memory.
As you know, that's not just a weapon.
If it was meant to be, it wouldn't have been much help to humanity to climb up anyway.
"Give it to me."
"... are you going to carry it up? This?"
Hansoo shakes his head at the words of the climax.
At first, I thought about carrying it up.
But now I can see it.
'... if that's not the Red Orb, it's really useless.'
That window itself had a colourless, really thorough control over its window-like appearance.
If so, it is meaningless to carry it up.
"Give me that. I'll show you something fun."
After looking at Hansoo with a strange eye, he swung the spear in his hand and handed it to Hansoo.
'Hmm. Well, that's well balanced.'
Hansoo, who looked around at the spear in his hand, neatly discarded his sense of the spear.
If it's a reward anyway, the elf has prepared it.
'We'll see if we can find a gift box...'
Hansoo sends a radio somewhere with a handheld communicator.
"There. Don't just smash one ship. Leave it. I need to use a quantum transmitter."
Kyrial, who smashed the ship without hesitation, asked with a curious look.
[Can't we just go to sleep? I can go anywhere I want to.]
Kuaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Beyond the communicator, Kiriel's voice is filled with confidence as he hears a powerful explosion.
I had to.
Now that Kiriel has reached 4-star,
The amount of crystal dropped on death by Hatara was truly enormous, enough to make a large number of 3-star UAVs such as John Stone and Cyrillic even though it was evenly distributed under Mihui's hands.
'Well, it wasn't enough to make it 5 stars.'
If you went up to 5 stars, almost all the wounds would have to heal, but there were still wounds on upper and lower limbs.
'Tsk, really.'
Hansoo frowned again, looking at those who had become exhausted when he came to save himself, and said through a communicator.
"There's a little distance to get to your abilities. You won't even remember."
[...?]
Kyrial's hesitant expression made a few words that even her ability to cover all the chaotic places on the planet is hard to get to.
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Kuoooooo!
There are two planets orbiting Ankara.
A green, glowing Nelkifa and a dark-bitten caracal.
Caracals that are dull in color are ugly compared to the blue satellites and the beauty Nelkifa boasts.
Three Families and the Pompeon Empire have always expressed many times more interest in satellites and caracals than Nelkifa.
This place, Caracal, is the source of mercenary armors.It's the source of mercenaries.
Compared to a ship, its destructive power is somewhat desirable, but it is still fascinating that it can emit a powerful force with human strength.
That is why, ever since the development of the quantum transmitter, the power of Ankara has not neglected to take care of and oversee Karakal.
On the surface of that satellite, Caracal.
Kieing!
The blue light began to gather as a bubble.
Soon.
Pa-ang!
A few people appear on the surface of Caracal as the blue light erupts.
Kuoooo!
Despite the harsh environment of the satellite surface rushing towards the emerging intruders, the four men and women who appeared by quantum transmission looked around with a calm look like they didn't care about anything like that.
Hansoo, who was at the front of the group, shakes his head, looking back.
"You don't have to follow me."
Mi-hee and Sanjin shaken their heads.
"No, I want to see what's going on."
"Well, in that case, Let's go."
Then Hansoo, who was moving his footsteps, glanced back and shouted.
"Oh. Take care of him."
"..."
Mi-hee looked at Elliot, the woman who was the last of the two men and women.
Unlike other people who were actually breathing heavily on the surface of the satellite, Elliot was resisting the surrounding environment while continuing to operate his skills.
I had to.
Unlike the other three, Elliot was a flight attendant.
It's pretty strong, but standing here is definitely a handy shade.
Whoo-hoo!
"Come with me."
"Phew... yes."
After Mi-hee expanded her veil and surrounded the area, Elliot started walking comfortably, expressing that she was just breathless.
'Why did you ask me to bring a flight attendant?'
Kuoooooo!
After making a curious face, Mi-hee shook her head and began to follow a number.
Towards the distant Karakal architecture.
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Is this where you keep your gloves? '
Mi-hee looks surprised to see a base owned by the Neropa Union.
A giant metal structure that resides heterogeneously on the surface of the satellite.
"Open it. You've told me everything, haven't you?"
The moment Hansoo opens his mouth to the communicator.
Tsk, tsk!
With a small noise, the large door opens gently to both sides.
Then you hear the voice of the base manager on the inside, through a communicator situated in a single ear.
[... authenticated. Please come in.]
'... I heard that monsters are really different.'
When I saw the two men and women walking over the surface of the satellite without any protective equipment, I had no choice but to make that sound.
Hansoo's group goes inside, and the manager who sent the communication walks out for guidance.
"I've heard all the stories. This way."
Courtesy attitude.
It has been a long time since we've heard that the game of nature, Ankara, has completely changed while they've been stuck here managing it.
If so, there's nothing good to look at.
'Make sure you see it well.'
Inside, the muttering manager, N-Caronel Ron, walks four people deeper into the base.
A huge door that came out of seven security gates.
Thydydidic!
Chihuahua!
By the end of the M-waveform verification that each individual has significant differences and can never be copied, a huge door began to open on both sides with a mechanical sound.
"Oh."
Elliot vomits in astonishment.
It may be nothing special to the Transcendants, but for a stay-at-home worker like yourself, the armor is a gift of goods.
I can't wait to find a storage room for such gloves.
However, Eliot asked with a curious look, looking at the sight that began to appear inside.
"I thought that was the armor closet?"
There was nothing inside that looked like armor.
It's just a list of odd-looking beads, the size of a human head.
It wasn't even a lot of numbers.
Around 100 spheres.
It was not a small number, but it certainly did not meet expectations.
When he saw Elliot's disappointed face, N-Caronel Ron opened his mouth with an awkward smile.
"That's the seed from the armor."
Seeds? '
Elliot looks at the orb carefully.
A sphere in which metal and organic matter are strangely mixed.
Between the metals that wrapped around the sphere like an egg shell, the gray organic matter was constantly rattling.
'Obviously... it doesn't seem unusual.'
"Then how do you use it?"
Eliot said that N-caroniel Ron was in trouble.
"I can't use it. I'm low on M-waveform... so the moment I try to use it, I get eaten by armor."
Two things are needed to make good use of that seed.
Firstly, a miniature fusion reactor that operates under the power of fire to provide ample energy to the armor.
Secondly, a user who has sufficient control over the armor force so that it does not work towards him.
Without either, the user is killed by armor.
They are drained of their whole body by starving seeds because they have no energy.
Or the whole body goes up in flames because of the energy rushing in.
Elliot frowns upon hearing it.
'Well, then. That's no use to any of us.'
It can be used here, to be exact.
After equipping a fusion reactor powered by the energy of fire, you can control it and operate your armor.
But it's no use going up there.
Without the fire, the Red Orb, the fuse will render itself useless, and that armor will suck the energy out of its body rather than the fuse furnace.
Although he was physically reinforced and planted at the bottom, he was not confident enough to fill all of his energy.
Your whole body will be sucked to death.
'Plus... a few numbers.'
Mi-hee asked for N-caroniel Ron, as he represented Elliot's heart.
"Is that all? And the acid is impossible?"
This was always more useful to the stairmen, not the transcendental ones.
Because if you can put all this on a billion people coming up from below, that would be a tremendous amount of power.
But only 100.
I've heard that there are only a few of these warehouses on the planet, Ankara.
It means that there is a possibility that there will be less than a thousand of them combined.
'... why are there so few mercenaries? Was there not enough gloves?'
But I don't know what else to do if I can raise it.
He replied with a look on his face that N-caroniel Ron was in trouble.
"... This is not what we made."
"...?"
"Gathered. No... more like a harvest."
When he said that he didn't understand, N-caroniel Rhone pointed further beyond the archives.
"This way, please."
'... where are we going?'
Seeing the elevators, pointed out by the manager, Eliot looks curious.
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"This is..."
Whoo-hoo!
The elevator is running straight down with a bang.
Down, down, down.
Towards the endless underground.
And beyond the walls of a transparent elevator.
The satellite's entire interior is in view.
Empty interior.
Filled with enormous branches... stretching out into all directions.
Elliot lets out his elasticity as he looks at the branches of a tree, or metal, spreading its branches from the center of an empty satellite, like a cluster of grapes to all sides.
"Open" -- that's what I meant. '
Elliot mutters, looking at the small spheres intertwined between the branches.
< 105. Final Zone (2) > End
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