Reincarnator

"Oh-oh… Oh-oh!"

People vomited a strange groan.

An unknown force flows in from the engraved symbol on your neck.

The artifacts on each side of the body were turning to fierce intensity to maximize my performance as if I was ready to exert their true power.

They've been great at what they've done so far, but I can't believe this possibility is hidden in here.

It was not uncommon for people to hear a groan of admiration and wonder from their mouths.

Seeing such people, Arentell called out in a loud voice.

"Hahaha! Look at that! How good is that?"

Then you look at the Arentell and look at Belpegor.

"How about that? Do you still think we should take a closer look?"

"Hmmm..."

Belpegor swallowed his broth in the words of Arentell.

It was so sweet to feel the power inside my body to say that I should erase it.

The engraved symbol on the back of his neck was raising his physical possibilities that he didn't even know existed.

Re-adjusts his/her body, artifacts, and skills that he/she thought he/she was using and elevates his/her latency to the best of his/her abilities.

I can't deny how powerful it is, but because I just got it, I made the artifacts that were somewhat stuttering like the organs and feet I had at birth.

A feeling of full-body and spiritual awakening.

If we remove the emblem, our body will disappear and we will go back to the way it was.

Stubborn, grumpy, old flesh.

If I didn't know this feeling, would I be able to live with the way I used to?

Belpegor was not confident.

Arentell smiles, smiling at Belpegor's face.

"Belpegor. Let's face it. This is our chance at genius sunshine."

"Opportunity..."

Arentell nods at Belpegor's words.

"Yes. Opportunity. We have a chance, no, you have complete control of this territory."

"... you."

Arentell nods as Belpegor narrows his eyes.

"To be honest... I have to admit, I'm ignorant, so I can't manage and lead people... or anything like that. Even if I could, I don't want to. Is that usually the headache? If a guy like me was on top of his head, it'd be a good thing he didn't put a knife in his back while he slept."

Belpegor nods.

How many of those things have happened in the past.

In the end, powerful tyrants were often strangled by beings on the inside, not on the outside.

It is no surprise that a greedy and violent arentel can be beaten behind the scenes.

Seeing Belpegor like that, Arentell spoke again.

"But you're not Belpegor, are you? It's worth a shot, isn't it?"

"That's right. With strength..."

Belpegor nods at Arentell.

Yes, it is.

Ultimately, there's a lot of willingness and desire to stand on top of people's heads, and even though they have great tolerance and political skills to deal with people,

After all, the most important thing in this godforsaken world is strength and power.

There was only one reason why they wanted to stand on top so far.

It didn't have overwhelming power.

But this power they now possess is possible.

It's not perfect, but it's enough to take the lead.

'If only this power was exclusive....'

Far away, then.

Enough to hold the reins against those coming up from the elevator.

Belpegor, however, soon swung his head.

"No way. You didn't see them back there? There's more than one of them. There's two of them."

Belpegor mutters in a desperate voice as he looks down the hole at the missing ones.

This power must be great.

With this power, even the captured John Stone will be able to be crushed without ridicule.

But back there, they were on a different level.

At least one step.

No. Those with more than two levels of power.

That means they're the ones who broke through the wall of Six Stars.

'... I'm not sure I can win.'

Belpegor mutters powerlessly.

He looks at Belpegor and says Arentell is frustrated.

"Oh, man. You're thinking too complicated. Lucky for you, it's two of them."

"...?"

"Earlier... you fought quite a bit. Then no matter who wins, they'll be ruined."

Belpegor's expression gradually spread in the words of Arentell.

Arentell looks at Belpegor and says he's right. He's excited and continues.

"Or you can take this giant sphere in the midst of their beatings. I heard a little bit about it earlier, and it says it's some kind of spaceship, so maybe there's a cockpit. While those two fight..."

Before that Arentelle thing is over.

Belpegor rises from his seat.

"Let's move. Divide the team."

This is not the time.

If you're going to do it, be sure.

Some move to get a clear picture of this giant ship, Noah, in the gap they're fighting.

And the rest... keep an eye on the monsters.

To avoid two monsters and achieve their goals.

And... for the moment when they're both bleeding.

Arentell laughs at Belpegor.

"Very good."

Soon.

Paaaaaaaaah!

Hundreds of travellers, shining red symbols on their necks, began to split and run.

Through Noah's interior, which was punctured by the two fights.

Belpegor leads the way as he looks at the two fights.

My men were frustrated watching the two of them fight.

If you don't get ahead of yourself like this, no one will admit it.

'Yes, I'm right.'

There is a new power, so it won't be hard just to look at it from afar.

And personally, I wondered.

Which one of them will win?

Whoever wins, it's up to them.

'Coming.'

Belpegor speeds up and starts running through the passageway.

It wasn't hard to find.

We just needed to get to where the noise was coming from.

Soon.

Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Boom, boom!

When he arrived in a space filled with flashes and sounds, Belpegor swallowed his sighs.

Literally the scene of a brawl.

A strange, black space was being torn apart by the two collisions.

< Kill the Preacher. >

Belpegor, who was watching the scene, gave the order and began to exhale and kill his movements.

"First of all... baking. No. Are you outnumbered? We don't want one to be too pushy. '

Belpegor mutters as he watches the red and blue collisions.

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

Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

A silver blade engraved with lightning flashes from top to bottom.

At the same time.

Blah, blah!

The sky near the core with the expansion ran down and split from top to bottom along the blade's trail.

Towards the one after that.

Soon.

Kuaaaaang!

A thunderstorm erupts as Hansoo collides with his shield.

Quadrudruple!

Clementine scratches a few more lashes, prankingly, toward Hanja pushing back.

Every time Clementine scratches the silver blade in her hand, she draws a trail of uneven air and meteorite drops.

And the impact had to be contained.

Kuaang!

Kuang!

Hansoo frowns as he swings his shield and hammer to stop the attack.

'It's getting stronger.'

Attacking will only tire you out.

But the more he attacked, the more refreshed he was.

There's only one explanation for this.

The Red Orb gradually began to glow intensely.

As Hansoo looked at the eighteen Red Orb, which was beginning to glow from afar.

"How's that? Isn't that something to see?"

Clementine pauses for a moment as if she were breathing. She laughs as she sees a sigh.

You sound like you've met a good competitor. You don't sound like you have much hatred.

Hansoo laughed as he listened to his voice, whether he was relaxed or of natural character.

"Clearly... worth a look."

Eighteen little suns swirling underfoot.

The Red Orb, which was slowly circling in its orbit, was spreading red light in all directions as if it had been irritated by anything.

picturesque views.

I have not seen this in my previous life.

Noah was disabled by his interference, and Noah himself was completely destroyed by the open invasion of Abyss in between.

I have never looked so deep into Noah.

The problem is that this is not a very good situation for you.

Kurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Every time one of the spheres gradually activates, the energy in his body gradually intensifies.

I had to.

The source of his most powerful combat strength is Noah's energy.

As Noah's own energy was activated, the energy available to him was rising.

Clementine looks at it and smiles.

"Surrender. It's over."

The self grows stronger over time.

But Hansoo is different.

The more time passes, the more exhausted I get.

Hansoo laughed at that.

"So... I'm going to finish it before then."

'This should do it.'

I didn't just follow his lead for no reason.

Hansoo looks at his body and magic, which had recovered to some degree from immortality, and says a short word to the air.

"Come out."

Her voice was too small and she had no context to express it to unsuspecting Clementine.

As far as anyone can see, he's crazy.

Surprisingly, however, there was an answer.

Not from the outside, from the inside.

< Do you want to write? >

Not a word. Not a word.

At that, Hansoo nods and speaks with a sinking voice, the creature on the inside.

< You know that, right? Once one of us comes... we will never use that power again. >

His power, which is one of the 13.

Once he comes, he can no longer use his powers in return.

Hansoo smiled.

"Once you win, you won't need your powers anymore. Come out."

<... >

The moment the conversation is over.

Cough!

A change began to take place in a single body.

The balance of colors mixed with red, gold and black broke, and the strength surrounding the body immediately began to turn black.

It's not just black, it's steamy black that's going to get sucked in.

Life was amplified and speculation increased.

Hansoo, who felt the change, uttered a last word.

"Fight hard. Or your precious contractor will disappear."

One last thing.

The number of faces that remained despite the sudden change began to change strangely.

The last remaining joke disappeared and filled it with cruelty.

Soon.

A short word came out of a mouth that quickly changed its face.

"Who are you talking about?"

Until now, Barmamund smiles coldly as Hansook mutters in his voice.

< 114. The End of the Coming (1) >

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