King of Shadows

Ellard had a seizure because he didn't believe in reality. The scattered balance was not on his side. The truth was the same. There was no one here to take Ellard's word for it.

"The King of Shadows!"

"Why are you so articulate? I'm sitting in a position like this at the request of the public, and I won't accept the consequences this time. Stop noticing how ridiculous this is, Ellard."

Sihyun laughed at Ellard.

It was obvious to Ellard what kind of embarrassment he would face in the future. However, I did not feel guilty for him.

It was because he was considerate and tolerant enough. If the party says no, there is no other way. I just stepped on it until I was tired and fell down.

"How dare a lowly acolyte who doesn't even know where I come from mock me?"

Ellard raises his mind, forgetting that the convention is underway. At the same time, a large fang emerges from his mouth. The eyes gleam like blood, and a white mist creeps out of your body for twenty years.

"That will be all, Ellard. It's so ugly you can't see it anymore. I don't know what it is you're asking yourself, but it turns out you're lying."

The meeting seemed to be a mess soon, so butterflies took the risk of pulling out the fox beads. But Ellard kneels faster than she does.

The butterfly glanced at the unsurprisingly embarrassing sight. And she could see him holding out his hand.

"Hehe, what is this?"

Ellard, who has been moving his aging body with the aid of thought, has realized that his thinking power has suddenly disappeared, as if he had been entrusted with the clock. But it was already too late. There was not a single thought left for him to control.

"What the hell..."

The deaf butterfly looks only at Sihyun and Elard alternately. Soon after, Ellard couldn't even walk. I was just struggling in my place. I couldn't keep my mouth shut as I watched the fish come out of the water.

Butterflies didn't know what it meant. She had lived for thousands of years, but she had never seen anything like it. I only carefully predicted that the gap between Sihyun and Ellard was more than I had imagined.

Feces with scattered scales. The rush of Ellard. And he stretched out his arm to stop it as if it were natural. Those who attended the conference on a second-by-second basis were busy predicting what was going on.

"You're a coward. I can't believe you manipulated a scattered balance to trap me."

After the divergence subsides, Ellard staggers to his feet, entrusting himself to the staff. Unlike the precarious colours of his mouth, his words are endless. Bererosa stares at Ellard, trying to set the stage for the reversal to the end.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"The scattering scale is wrong. You knew this was gonna happen from the start, didn't you? If you hadn't adjusted the scattering balance, the King of Shadows wouldn't have responded so quietly."

"I am the king of a country before I am a companion. The co-chair of Ellard knows better than to do something like that."

"Then why don't scattered scales react?"

"That's because he's telling the truth. You're asking the obvious."

"No, he definitely hung out with another woman. Because I saw it with my own eyes."

"Enough."

Bererosa raises her hand and restrains him, staring at Elard coldly for his opinions. Ellard's words have just been drawn parallel lines.

"That will be all, Co-Laurd. Because if you really want a real workshop, I'll save you a seat later. Or do you want to climb the scales that scatter directly? If so, I'll give you a concession."

"What?"

Ellard looks like a fool for making an offer he didn't even think of. Climbing the scattering balance was no different from what I was told to challenge death.

"If you intend to spread your bowels to the end, prove your truth through scattered scales. Even though Shi Hyun has already proven his innocence through a scattered balance, the co-representative of Ellard is only trying to trap him with his mouth."

"The scattered scales have lost their function. And you want me to go up on that ridiculous stage? Do you want me to be a clown?"

"I can see that the Joint Representative of Ellard is not coming out because of his uncomfortable thoughts. But most of all, using scattering scales, we're not sure. The only co-representative of Ellard is those who doubt the usefulness of the scattered balance."

Like Bererosa said, there was no more silence in the conference room. Around the conference room, Ellard is shaken by his betrayal. All those who supported him turned away.

It was Elard who knew the truth, so he knew the scattered scales were not working properly. Ellard was a clear winner if he could obscure justice with obstacles. But there was no one to raise his hand.

"Yi, Yi, Yi!"

Ellard couldn't bear the feeling that was going deep in his heart and kept his mouth shut enough to bleed. Despite the momentary rage, Ellard is unable to climb the scattered balance.

"..."

Regrettably, his behavior became an implicit positive. It was the basis for supporting everything he insisted on. Everyone who was anti-Semitic looked at Ellard suspiciously.

Some consider the hunter caught in his snare pathetic, and others look forward to Ellard's next march. Depending on the position and position, the odds of those attending the meeting were crossed.

But I had no choice but to question it. It was a question of Ellard throwing a mob. There was no way Ellard, who called the stakes high, could not be prepared for it not to come out that way. But Ellard collapses without any resistance.

What the hell was the problem? Those who stared at the scattered balance were silent. All we could call variables were scattering scales. And the variable was an absolute proposition. Confidence in variables has been substantial because there have been no omissions so far.

The people in the conference room held their peace. There was no two-ability to break the constraints of scattered scales in their common sense.

But what if I could break the constraints of a scattered balance, one in 100,000, one in a hundred thousand? And what if this situation is happening while controlling the scattered balance? If so, what will happen to them?

Representatives filled their heads with absurd imagination were sweating. Perhaps their plans or objectives were wrong from the beginning, if they were opponents whose power or power would become so weak.

No one tried to destroy the Earth with their bare hands. You know you can't, so you don't even try. But what if what they did wasn't so different? Those who instinctively realized that there would be aftermath in some way in the future, shaking their heads and assuming their thoughts were delusions.

After finishing all the questions, Sihyun came down under a scattered balance and looked at Ellard. And with the power of dimensional disconnection, I made sure that no one would listen to the conversation. When Ellard approaches him unsurprised of the tidal wave of thought, he recites it coldly.

"Ellard, I'm tired of your childishness."

[So give me your most cherished ability.]

"What nonsense...?!"

The bold declaration made Ellard scoff at Simran, but he smiled dumbfounded when he realized that one of his abilities was missing. I looked at my hands as if I couldn't believe it, but nothing changed.

Ellard grunts with an indescribable expression, knowing that his fangs filled his mouth had always disappeared momentarily. In contrast to him, he just felt unfamiliar with his new ability.

"Oh, is that a bloodbath? The ability to harness the power of blood to amplify or partially use the ability of a vampire for a short time... is not bad."

Se-hyun triggered the winner-take-all using manipulation, but not Ellard's thoughts. Reaching 100 million without meeting the conditions to reach the opening wall was a suicide.

Sihyun did not listen to the warnings of Norden. If he has that position and strength, he can be subdued just by knowing it.

"What have you done?"

"Isn't that what you were trying to do to me?"

"What?"

"You should have thought of failing because you ran to take everything I had, right?"

Ellard shudders, his trembling hands shaking. The ability to hijack an opponent's unique skills was very rare. No, even if I had that ability, I couldn't because I had so many limitations. However, Sihyun was in a different dimension. The user selects and plunders the opponent's abilities at will.

Then Ellard learned the secret to the power of the "King of Shadows." I gathered abilities in this way, so I couldn't have been strong.

"Oh, by the way, have you set the pureblood standard with or without your own technology? A purist who has lost his unique skill. It's a fun combination."

After realizing what he was saying after a beat, Ellard's complexion turned pale. The vein on his face was evenly visible.

"Let's hope we can cry proudly as a pureblood even though we've lost our pureblood standards. I don't just kill my opponent. It just makes you want to die."

As Ellard looks at the mildly smiling demonstration, he realizes he has made a big mistake. Xi Hyun's power was all real. It was true that he smashed Falatica to pieces like a window, and he beat Dagon with two fists to death. What was remarkable was that those accomplishments did not show all of the true power of the demonstration.

Losing his will to resist him, Ellard looks back at the events he caused as a pureblood. Ellard is desperate as she recalls only oppressing her opponent with one nasty, dirty trick.

After this time, there was nowhere he could run. It would also be disruptive to govern the Vampires immediately. It was because those who resemble him so badly gave meaning to pure blood would not even deal with him who had lost his unique technique of bloodsucking. Perhaps he will accept the blasphemy of his kind and kill them.

Needless to say, the faction's game has changed. After realizing how deep his mistakes were, Ellard bowed his head to pray for his faults, but he didn't look at him. The entire conference room was what Sihyun was looking at.

He turned his back on the platform and faced thousands of people. The delegates watching Ellard kneel and suffer, sighing deeply. It was because of the thought that the person who had suppressed Ellard like a child was staring at them with a few gestures.

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