Reincarnator

Cough!

Barmamund smiles as he watches the wave of attack against him.

The others may be eager to leave, but they are out.

I can't stand the questions.

"Even in a playful world."

It's been a long time since I signed a contract like this.

At that time, I had to go in quickly because I was collared by him as collateral for authenticity, but this time it's different.

It's under strict agreement.

I'll pay you... and then we'll go, right? '

Barbamunt smiles coldly at the same time.

Kuoooooo!

As I watched the incoming attack, my body began to shrivel.

Dozens of fluttering white spears stood at the edge of a handful of pitch-black armor.

Quadrudruple!

Go, go!

A eerie crack erupts and fills the area.

The spears that must have pierced Hansu were dragged inside the black surface of the armor, into a strange space, and being chewed on by something.

The power of carnival.

The dark-bitten corpse sucked out all the white fluid that was flying at him. It was chewing ferociously and smashing its jaws.

A clear white spear, full of energy to tear apart the ship, breaks through the black bitten surface of the armor, making a sound of superiority in its alien space.

By tens of thousands of white fangs, situated inside the space.

"Phew. I like that."

Barmamund grins as he chews at every attack that has ever flown to him.

The flesh at the time of the previous descent did not twist only a part of the air to make the branch of the feast, but this time it is different.

It can surround itself with its own power.

Back then.

Clementine, who is listening to something, looks at Hansook and says.

"Barbamunt?"

Barmamund flaws at the name he calls himself.

The Human has no way of knowing his name.

It's understandable that this Han Soo came back from the future and knows his name, but it's only fitting that even normal creatures don't know their own existence.

"Did he...? '

However, as he narrows his eyes and watches Clementine, he shakes his head.

I realized it wasn't.

'You taught me.'

He's being identical right now.

He must have taught Clementine something about himself.

Until then, Barmamont looks at the surrounding space with an interesting expression.

If you want to know about your existence deep in the Abyss, you have to be at least there.

However, the fact that he seems to be a representative of a civilization, rather than a transcendent, means that the civilization knows about him.

But I have never heard of this civilization, this race.

'Oh, wait. Haven't you...? I think I've heard that one before.'

But he knew that the tribe had been destroyed for a long time.

The moment Barmamund tried to frown.

Kuaaaaaaang!

Down there, the Red Orb sprays a burst of heat with light.

At the same time.

Kieing!

The energy that was wrapping around Clementine's body explodes.

Stupid!

Clementine smiles as she looks at the white fluid growing thick around her body in a satisfying manner.

"How can you be so overwhelmed by the ones you saved?"

As Clementine stops her attack and tries to talk, she looks at those who are lurking around the corner, far away.

Those guys in the corner probably don't think they've caught up in their fight, but you're welcome.

Self and power outweigh what they think.

They're lurking. I knew it.

But there's only one reason they're not dead yet.

You have to keep them alive to help yourself.

That's why he stopped Hansoo from getting there.

The more connections there are, the more Noah's power is activated.

Noah was rapidly activating the remaining functions based on his criteria, judging by the increase in contacts from the moment they craved power and sucked up the remnants.

If Hansoo hadn't rescued the transcendents downstairs, they wouldn't have made it here alive, and Noah wouldn't have been activated like this.

At Clementine's words, Barmamund shrugs.

"I remember you a lot like I do."

I think I'd rather the scum die too.

There are three possibilities for every living thing.

Possibly useful.

Useless possibilities.

And... ankle grabbing potential.

And in his experience, it's very tiring to keep the second and third possibilities open for the first time.

It's not the only thing I need to care about.If something so urgent as to not care right now comes along, this is the time. Urgh, run away and don't.

When a crisis comes, the people who were running around trying to use it can't be more useless than this, because when a crisis comes, they run away or play behind the scenes.

'Maybe that's where I was.'

Clementine opens her mouth to such a barmouth.

"Better to keep my hands, my eyes, and my strength within reach. You brought up people you couldn't even hold. That's why you look like this."

Eres is better that way.

He had no intention of taking care of it, but insisted on keeping it alive and empowered.

So this is how it's gonna be.

Back then.

Barbamund shrugs.

"But don't you have to fight if it's what you're saying? He's lost his memory... and I don't think there's a reason for him to be like this."

The old trick is that the one who lost his memory doesn't have the will to save the other one.

From Section 6, we just fought because of the situation, and in Section 7, we came here with the feeling that we were going to hit before we were defeated.

'Let's solve it with words.'

Barmamund mutters.

Unfortunately, the situation is not very good.

If he finds out, he'll give a hell of a glow, so we'll have to unravel him when he goes down.

'Funny guy. What do you believe in, giving me control?'

Barmamund laughs.

Unfortunately, what he and he want is similar, but slightly different.

He wanted to see him fight bloody and smash him in front of his eyes.

I want to see him live a long time no matter what he looks like.

Only then will they be more likely to collect the price of the contract.

'The explosion... the real manager of this madman gave it to me in some way.'

Self-destruct is absolutely not the way to go.

Clementine shakes her head.

"You're no use to me at all. It's like having a bomb."

Whether it's a fragment of a soul, a monarch's power, or the nature of a contract.

All kinds of power to control an opponent essentially require one condition.

The Pokémon must be stronger than the target.

The user starts to lose control of the target shortly after its power difference. If the user's power is reversed, the user's power is destroyed or released.

But here comes the dilemma.

The only thing useful in a man who can't remember is his power.

What if we control his power for control? Greatly useless.

I just have one more thing to do.

His core power comes from Noah, not from his own hardship.

The speed at which you become strong on such topics is ignorantly fast, making you stronger than yourself at any moment.

That would be catastrophic.

You will overturn the cost of placing an uncontrollable bomb next to you.

"I'll blow you up right here."

Bombs are bombs.

It's worth exploding beautifully where it needs to be exploded.

Barmamund stares at Clementine, his tongue clenched.

'Now you're bothering me.'

It felt like Hansoo's voice was echoing as he laughed at himself for a little comfort.

Come to think of it, he couldn't have known he'd be thinking this.

He knew.

As long as we're here, we can't be compatible.

'I need to get all the fabric out.'

Until then, Barmamund squeezes his hand.

At the same time.

Cough!

Twenty-two black snakes crawl out of a room like the Abyss, inside a handful of dark-bitten armor.

Pets of your own.

Tom

Cute guy who eats everything, just right for him.

Of course, he's a pet at his own level, enough to make a whole mess of the world.

The original Earth, where Hansoo and Clementine lived, will disappear without giving up on this one.

Nineteen of them.

'Damn... that's a shame.'

Kiehek!

Seeing the screaming expeditions, Barmamund gives you a sad look.

This Human sent up a fragment of his strength that he can withstand. If he loses here, he can go down again, but his pets die here.

And it seems to me... that maybe all those pets will die here.

No, maybe he won't last much longer.

This is his home ground.

Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Barmamund grips at Clementine, who is relentlessly upping her spirits.

'How did this happen?'

One by one, I saw the other twelve climbing up the atmosphere to climb up to Hansoo's body, and I said, "It's ridiculous."

He's the one who dies when he loses, but he's even more depressed.

Those who claim to be the losers of Abyss are lined up like this for only the human and the human.

Humiliation during humiliation.

At first, I didn't think the contract that I started with a light heart would be this twisted.

But as long as it's like this, I can't redeem it anymore.

I've invested so far.

And now the harvest is near.

Even if we do everything we can, we have to beat him first.

'Bastard. Never let it self-destruct.'

In the first place, he said he would never use chaos.

However, there is only one case in which we have to use absolute destruction.

If you don't, you'll die.

If you don't use it, you'll die. Why do you care so much?

You can't let the spirit of their contract be broken like that.

'If we do it right... we'll also get the manager's seed.'

Only a few truly precious beings in the Abyss are given the right to sleep in a God-made, intact world.

Barmamund smiles coldly, thinking of the elf and shouts out loud.

"So... kill me!"

At the same time.

Kuaaaaaaang!

Between 19 sprinting Tom.

Clementine clashes violently with a single body leaning forward.

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

Kuaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Krrrrrrrrr!

'... I didn't figure it out.'

Belpegor watched the battle unfold before his eyes.

Belpegor looked devastated when he saw the tireless and infinitely energizing presence of blue and red as if he were fleeing, constantly changing his appearance and appearance.

'There's no bottom. There's no bottom.'

I thought I was being pushed, but I can't believe you were hiding a hand like that.

That's no place for you to interfere.

As Belpegor turns to turn helplessly, a transcendent comes running from afar.

Belpegor opens his mouth quietly to the man he sent on patrol.

"We don't need support. Now get out of here..."

"Looks like someone else is here. It's also... very strong."

"What...?"

Belpegor frowns.

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

'Found it.'

Kurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

You mutter as you see one bead glowing blue in front of your eyes.

The core facility of this massive Noah.

The core component of Noah's body now fused with Clementine.

The reason he knew the identity of this blue orb was simple.

These blue beads are the remains of those who sought to find the owner of the fragment of the soul that had been sleeping inside their bodies.

A fragment of the Savior. '

The upper body carefully extends its hand toward the debris.

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