Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

The surface area that the Cabinet Intelligence Agency owns is due to the real estate value of Gangnam, which rises differently every day. However, there is another practical reason.

The 50-square-foot room they call the Observatory is an ordinary locker room with no decoration, no equipment. No matter who enters this room, it is designed not to know what role this room plays.

The true value of the observation room is in the position of the room, not the function of the room.

It is located less than two meters from the facility underneath the interactive design laboratory. Despite that, the Ministry of Foreign Intelligence had even built an entry corridor so that it could enter Korea's secret facility at any time.

When they arrived in the observation room, Munich and Mitsuhyo turned on their laptops to receive signals from wireless cameras that had been secretly installed in the dead area.

“You summoned a man too strong? ”

“If only we could pick the right one, our core wouldn't be broken. ”

“That's right. But I think that synthetic type of magic is too strong. If I'm wrong, Seoul could disappear today. ”

“It doesn't matter. We just need the nuke. ”

The two of them had a conversation without taking their eyes off the laptop. If I had popcorn in my hand, it would look like I was playing around with a movie.

“Looks like your evasion is slowing down. ”

“Looks like the old battle gear is causing a big loss of bionic energy. Where's that? ”

“A '92 General Dynamics A7-M3 model. ”

“It's a well-known model for a lot of damage, isn't it? ”

“The Americans built a lot of new models, too. ”

In order to import that incompetent A7-M3, the South Korean government would have to remove both liver and gallbladder from the United States. After such a difficult introduction, the Battle Gear did not properly receive the Bionic Energy of the Capable.

The American battle gear, which focuses on size and maximum output, has slowed down over time. His sneaking suit, on the other hand, does not have a high output, but is the best in the world in terms of durability and stability.

Moonechika, the commander of the Special Forces, kicks his tongue.

Why can't Korea produce even that much garbage with enough technology?

What if the economy is in the top 10 in the world when you can't even make a weapon to defend yourself?

The door opens.

Of course, Mitsuhyo, who thought that Juzmaru had come, said without turning his head.

“Come quickly. Something fun is about to happen. ”

I was nervous about Munich's relaxed expression a moment ago.

My skin is irritating.

At first, I thought it was his suit that maximized his Force Sensitivity. Japan's suit manufacturing technology is the best in the world, but sometimes malfunctions occur that we don't know why.

Munichka touches the control device on the left shoulder to lower the force sensitivity. But I still felt irritable. He realized something was wrong.

Turning his head, the unthinkable muscle-bound man stands right behind him.

Munichka shouts and slams back.

“Move!!! ”

Munichka managed to get out of the equation, but Mitsuhyo was too late to resign. Instead, he pulls out the battle claw and reaches for the flying object.

< Kuaaang!!! >

Mitsuhyo's left arm snaps back.

If you weren't wearing a suit, your arms would have been plucked from your roots.

Taken by surprise, Mitsuhyo takes Battle Claw in a defensive stance with her right hand at an angle.

However, unlike his prediction, the opposing Pokémon's attack is not his upper body.

< Kuaak!!! >

Mitsuhyo, who was knee-deep in a spiky club, smashed her butt on the floor.

He asked with an unbelievable eye.

“Who... are you? ”

The man in the Juzmaru suit replies nothing. Instead, he swings his arm.

With your hands held up, you stopped the man's attack.

A eerie sound echoes through the observation room.

< Kuaaaaaaahhh!!! >

A seemingly ordinary stick in each hand, the wretch aims at him with a stick in his left hand and attacks Mitsuho with a swing of his right hand.

If it were normal, Munichka would have helped Mitsuhyo defeat his enemies. But Munichka is stuck as if his feet were on the ground. No, Munichka couldn't even make sure Mitsuhyo was safe under attack. It was because the moment he turned his gaze, that stick seemed to hit his head.

< Kuaaaaaaahhh!!! >

Every time the wand flew in, Mitsuhyo choked.

I'm stopping the attack somehow, but my heart is full every time I defend against battle chloro.

After stopping four attacks, Mitsuhyo seems to have placed a stone on her chest.

< Kuaaaaaaahhh!!! >

You stopped the fifth attack.

My arm twitched. I wanted to get up right away, but I couldn't feel my strength. I couldn't breathe properly. He simply prevented the attack, but he didn't understand why it happened to him.

Mitsuhyo looks at me with courage.

His eyes were filled with despair.

The opposing Pokémon swing their arms at you with no effort. However, he was about to be thrown alive into the ground.

I didn't want to know the identity of the person who wielded the wand, weaving it towards me. Now all he wants to do is get out of here alive, nuclear or whatever. However, the opposing Pokémon doesn't seem to be able to let go easily.

He squeezes his strength and opens his mouth.

“W-wune... chica... c-come... ”

< Kuaaaahhhhhhhhh!!! >

The battle claw is no longer under attack.

Four of the six blades of both hands snapped open and flew into the wall.

Oh my God!!!

Battle claw made of carbine, a carbon composite stronger than tungsten, titanium and diamond, known as the strongest metal…….

Mitsuhyo had lost her mind completely.

He said goodbye to the world with a black rod running towards his forehead.

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Seowon pulled out the tripod stuck inside Mitsuhyo's skull.

This confirmed three facts.

First, shock is delivered to the body, even if you are wearing a suit. The suit provides only 20% of its defense power.

Second, if you are wearing a suit, you do not need to use the Inner Force to improve your strength. However, the effect is not great.

Thirdly, these ninjas only make sense of their appearance. They carry the Force in their body, but do not know how to utilize it.

The vow smiled bitterly, looking at the three branches in his right hand.

It was a mess.

He only struck seven times with the pure power of the flesh. But it was close to being broken.

The opposing Pokémon's weapons are stronger than expected. However, when two weapons are struck, a snap in the wrist minimizes damage to your weapons. The result is this.

He looks at the tripod for the rest of his life and throws it away without hesitation. It's better to be embarrassed than broken during a fight to die.

The vows turn to the left.

A nervous ninja holds up his sword with both hands where his arm is extended and his tripod is pointing.

They lack practical experience, so they have poor sense of combat and lack the muscle. But the vows were fun to fight. It was because it gave me surprises and pleasures in a different way every time.

I was looking forward to seeing what surprises the learned man would bring.

The vow slowly lowers your left arm.

“Your Turn. ”

He lowered his hands with his feet shoulder-width apart, nodding softly.

“It's okay, man. Come on. Come in) ~”

* * *

Every time the man swings his arm lightly, you hear a eerie sound.

< Kuaaaaaaahhh!!! >

At every sound, Munich flinches his shoulders. It was because I felt like I was stopping that cruel lump of iron.

After a while < PUCK! > Mitsuho's presence disappeared with a voice, and his companion who had stood by him for over a decade passed away.

Recognizing that this is the moment to die, Munichka tucks the battle claw in and grabs the handle on his back. A slippery blade appeared in front of my eyes with the feeling of being.

As Mikazki Munichka, considered to be the most beautiful sword in the underworld, emerged in front of the modern interpretation of the sword, Munichka's confidence rose.

‘As long as I hold this sword, I will never lose. ’

Munichka aims at the opponent as he grabs the sword with both hands and prepares to dive.

The man who smashed Mitsuhyo's head looked at him.

The man spoke English.

“You attack. ”

Munichka takes a step back. What the hell was he thinking?

The man had another drink. He opens his attack posture completely and says as if he is tying it.

“It's okay. Come on in.”

Since joining the Special Forces, Munich's pride has cracked, which no one has ever underestimated. He runs toward the man in a top position.

Bionic energy reacted to his will and movement.

A sneaking suit that absorbed bionic energy provided Munich with explosive speed.

In the blink of an eye, Munichka pulls his right foot forward and draws a knife down while keeping the opposing team within range.

Suddenly, a silver solid line appeared and disappeared.

Unlike Battle Clo, which was brushed to prevent light from reflecting, it was a beautiful phenomenon because it had not processed any of Makajki Munichka's swords.

Immediately after lowering the sword, Munichka holds the blade vertically upright and secures its torso completely against the opposing team. It was a perfect match that was difficult to reproduce even when asked to do it again.

“Don't ask for mercy, Josenzin. ”

My back was cold.

After a moment of crisis, Munich clears the street and checks on the target.

The man with one hand on his waist said with a free expression.

“I said attack. Why dance? ”

Munich doesn't speak Korean, but he understands roughly what it means. Thanks to the recent South Korean drama sweeping the Japanese archipelago.

Mu-nezika bites her lip, feeling humiliated.

The user screams and runs toward the target.

“Aaaahhh!!! ”

Munichka wields his sword as he pulls his opponent apart.

"There will be no escape this time! ’

In Munich's mind, it was an attack that occupied time and space. It was an inevitable attack.

The man remains motionless, as he expected. Instead, the man sets up a club in his hand and takes a defensive posture until the sword is about to be inserted into his waist.

At this point, Munich thinks his attack has been compromised.

With 100% power, Makazki Munichka can slaughter anything in the world! ’

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You hear a clear bell. And I felt tremendous pain in the grip of my sword.

The pain that began with the skin penetrated into the bone of the finger.

“Aah!”

Munichka realizes that all his ten fingers have been crushed.

Japan's prestigious sword, Makazki Munichka, falls to the ground.

The man approaches slowly.

Munichka takes a step back without even realizing it.

But the man's interest was not in Munich.

He picks up the falling sword and shines it on the ceiling light.

He wields his sword with one hand.

Every time his arm moves, a beautiful silver solid line is drawn all around him.

The man mutters, looking at the sword in his hand.

“A useful weapon. ”

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