Reincarnator

Kuaaaaang!

"Oh, shit... what the hell was that?" '

Coup d 'Ack!

John Stone, who had crushed something with his feet that looked around and gnashed his teeth.

Hell, no.

"Aaaah! Die!"

"Damn you! Keep moving! Don't let your armor get in the way!"

Guava light!

Kud, light!

There were literally corpses and debris and explosions everywhere.

An army of unknown beasts crazily attack from all sides.

There were really all kinds of xenogens coming at us.

There is a giant beast, over 20 meters in size, wrapping its whole body around a tentacle.

A 100m tall giant runs with a crude club.

Some fly in the sky, sprinkle acid without rest, and try to melt the bodies of the stairmen sitting at the bottom.

They were constantly fighting.

First up, John Stone, Cyrillic, and other transcendental leaders continue to hold their ground.

Through the space that transcendental pilots have built, stairmen are constantly coming up and holding their ground.

Barely. Barely.

As the climbers held their ground, the stairs were coming up through the elevator indefinitely.

From the lower floors, the world waters to the Nam Hee controlled areas.

The rulers of the six boroughs grab the bottom without rest and send the staircases up armed.

Nevertheless, John Stone and Cyrillic have failed to repel the forces of the pushing beast.

No, in a way, there was even an increasingly pushy color.

As fast as they are replenished.

The opponent was constantly being replenished.

Kuaaaaang!

The moment John Stone cut off the giant's Achilles and defeated him.

Quadrudruple!

Something burst out of the ground and began to swallow up dozens of stairmen.

A monster that looks like a giant worm with dozens of sharp teeth in its mouth.

The stairmen who saw the creatures almost 20 metres in diameter screamed as they gritted their teeth.

"Holy shit. A new species!"

"All hands on deck!"

As soon as it's over.

Kuaang!

Kuaang!

New factions clash under the ground and begin to disintegrate.

Blah, blah!

John Stone, who shoves his head down and chops off his body with an axe, sharpens his teeth.

We got hostiles everywhere.

Enemies swirling from the sky, from the earth, from the four sides of the northeast, southwest, and northwest.

Enemy forces are replenished at more than the speed of ascent from the elevator.

Moreover, they are nearly ambushed, so they get caught up in the battle without a chance to keep moving forward.

We can't do this.

Why did they send a Scout?

To fight to preserve their troops at the safest moment possible.

Scouts, of course, would have made this decision on their own, but at least John Stone himself would not have brought the travelers up at this time.

At least if they thought about their lives for some reason.

"Shanghai! Shanghai, you son of a bitch!"

John Stone grunts as he watches the travelers dying nearby.

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"Hmm... That's enough."

Kuaang!

Kuaang!

Agnes sighs as she looks at the relentless army of heretics.

The foreign armies were doing better than I thought.

The number of xenogens they released in the first Southern jungle was 263.

Eleven of them were destroyed during their struggle.

Nine of them were discarded while watching them grow because they thought they were too dangerous.

There are 243 of them left.

One of them captures 211.

There are about 50 species of creatures that have been brought here right now, but an army of xenophiles will continue to come here in the future.

'That's worth it, too.'

Agnes nods, looking at the heterogeneous Zarokunan, who is pushing his head into the ground and destroying his progress without pity.

They grow on minerals and are controlled by a single family.

Each faction is much weaker than the one led by the Queen, but it is also nearly 200 species, showing great power based on its diversity.

I was pushing for no reason, even with the 50 species that have just come.

But it's just the beginning.

Their subordinates will bring more than 150 species ahead of their captivated key individuals here.

Moreover, it's absolutely perfect if you're satisfied with every single one of the 40 individuals that are currently trying to capture.

An army of travelers who couldn't prepare for a sudden ascent can be dried up and killed.

No, it will stop me from even thinking about sending it up.

By killing those who survived as painfully as possible.

If the opponent values one human life, do not attempt any more nonsense about ascending to the top.

Agnes wakes up from her smile of satisfaction.

'Now · · ·. Let's go.'

This place is okay without confidence.

So we need to go help Magnus.

It was nice to know that I wasn't always alone with one of my subordinates, but I can't let him die.

No, dying would be a really big problem.

Agnes rises from her seat, feeling helpless.

'Worship me later. Magnus.'

Magnus is struggling, but in other words, Magnus is struggling by himself.

As long as he is strong there, the charter will be swiftly inclined.

Whether you're combat special or not, you're five-star.

Here, at the top of the food chain.

'Kang Hansoo. That's too bad, mate.'

The moment Agnes tried to blow herself up with a big smile.

Cheerio!

Ugh... This is bad! >

An urgent voice echoes through Agnes' head.

A message from one of the men connected by the authority of the monarch.

Agnes, who pauses in her voice, gives a curious look.

'... these are the ones who went after Denaro.'

Even though the number of subordinates acting on his authority is close to a thousand, Agnes knows the character, personality, and mission assigned to her.

I wouldn't be here if I didn't know better.

The one who sent the message just now left to capture the Lizard-like tribe of Denaro in the Southern Jungle.

No, I think we almost succeeded in capturing more than just leaving.

All you have to do is threaten the Monarch and bring in the hundreds of thousands of factions below.

The troops he has brought will be a great means of pressuring the travelers below.

I was thinking of leaving here alone because they were here in the first place, but this urgent voice.

Agnes asks with a heavy voice, slightly offended.

< You didn't fail to capture the monarch, did you? >

The servant, Alcantha Dell, shakes his head.

< That's not it! There's a freak in the way! Damn it! >

< What? >

As Agnes wonders, the screams of Alcanta del echo through her mind.

< Dammit… someone dragged a corpse around…! Aaahhhh! >

Corpse.

The moment I heard that story.

Agnes' expression stiffens.

Because I knew what he was like to insult himself.

'... upside down. You're up.'

I can't know unless I know.

He was in charge of the Nam Zone.

Elevator, one that constantly collided around gold coin land.

I couldn't say that I felt defeated even though he was still up there.

I didn't lose, of course, but it was like I was pushed up.

For a moment, Agnes mutters to herself, staring into the place where Magnus is.

"Magnus, suffer a little longer. '

Unfortunately, we can't go where Magnus is now.

If the top seller splits behind his back and joins his men here, and if they cut off the heretics they're bringing, the situation here will be reversed.

The supply of the dissidents who rushed here will be cut off, and those who come up from below will eat here after their aggression is weakened.

Then things get very tiring.

When she's done, Agnes takes a deep breath.

Head south, where it's supposed to be upside-down.

'... pretty much boiled down below. But do we still?'

While he was praying downstairs, he broke the wall and made it one step up.

Agnes laughs coldly at the top of her lungs, kicking the ground and running roughly south.

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'... Agnes. Looks like he's not coming.'

Kuaaaaang!

Magnus mutters as he looks at the transcendental fighters pushing him away.

I don't want to say anything.

That must mean he's that busy.

As if reassuring for Magnus' thoughts, the fragment of his soul trembles and delivers a message to Magnus.

< I don't think I can go there. Something's come up. Take care of it. This could take a while. >

Magnus smiles coldly at that.

< Say it. >

This was my job in the first place.

It's natural for you to solve what you're entrusted with.

Quadrudruple!

Magnus looks at one of the transcendental bashing men on his back.

A bug that can't even make eye contact with you is attacking you.

If you make a gap, they will attack you hard and make a way to escape, but they are still attacking themselves without even thinking of running.

The answer is one given that Han Soo was too short to let them die.

It means there's something to force them to do.

Then we can't carry out the operation without killing every last one of them.

'I tried to make it easier... but I can't.'

Kuaang!

After finishing his thought, Magnus stops the attack, then raises his right hand and grabs a strand of cloak.

Tsk, tsk!

With a small noise, a strand of cloak begins to unfold roughly.

Your cloak is woven from tens of thousands of special threads made of monsters of Abyss.

That thread, even one thread, is incredibly strong and sharp.

Whirlyric!

Magnus pulls out the thread and wraps it around the neck of the queen holding it in his left hand.

Chiiing.

A little blood flows from the queen's neck, how sharp the thread is.

However, Magnus simultaneously coils up his qualities and magical powers to see if that wasn't enough for him.

Immediately, Magnus' properties, dimensional cutting, spread the purple energy around the thread.

Magnus whispered in the queen's ear, satisfied to see the necklace he had made.

"In case you die... I didn't want to have to do this, but I can't. Survive your own battles. Until I get it all sorted out."

At the same time.

Kuaaaaaaang!

From Magnus, whose hands were free, a powerful attack began to erupt unprecedented.

After Jim disappeared, Magnus began to unleash a tremendous amount of aggression, as if he were going to crush all the creatures who had ever unleashed an attack on him.

But the number of laughs that I saw grew.

Kuaang!

Whenever his arms are numb, whenever his attack is violent.

Thirteen shadows burn within the body, even as if they were to resist the pressure.

It's like he's happy to see another face.

At the same time.

Boo-hoo!

You begin to hear something cracking inside your chest.

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