King of Shadows

He was a stranger because he lacked an unknown figure, but Jean recognized him at once. I couldn't tell. It was no exaggeration to say that the person who appeared after going through the dark streets is the person who is causing the syndrome worldwide.

"You've grown strong."

A moment that penetrates deep into the bone. Just hearing Sihyun's voice caused a panic. But Jean held her breath and fixed her mind. His anger that had been suppressed so far was not enough. Even if something called the King of Shadows appeared. That's why I looked at Jean.

"Yes, I did. To kill those who insulted me in the past with my own hands. Those who ignore others can die because they have some power! Look, as soon as I had power, you knelt under me. This is what you look like when you trample on other people with all your strength!"

Jean brought up the story she wanted to tell in front of Sihyun. He gained strength and knew a new world. A world of violence and pleasure that he would never have known in his life. Looking down where the strongmen lived, he still hadn't forgotten the excitement he experienced at that time.

Sihyun looked at Jean with sad eyes. At least he wouldn't have crossed the last line if there hadn't been a breakthrough. But I can't help it. Humanity had to go through it about once to move forward. It was a necessary evil.

In the beginning, if it had been a strong force through breakthroughs, the path-possibility to choose without making the extreme choice of murder would have been abundant. It was his responsibility and his actions that Jean killed those four men. Even though he had lived a hard life, that didn't change.

"You know you're responsible for everything that's happened here, right?"

"Preaching because you didn't show up all of a sudden. You're that good? You knew this was gonna happen, but you scattered your powers, didn't you?"

Jean's unsettled behavior was irrational. There's nothing you can call a brake on a man who's banned murder. Jean raises her stopping finger as if she already knew her ending. Though it was an insulting gesture, Jean's actions were only a pathetic rebellion against him.

"Those who have fallen down now deserve to be punished for what you have done. Honestly, even if you commit murder and rob a woman, it doesn't matter to me. Because if you don't, if you don't, if you don't, it's your life."

"Then why did you appear before me?"

"It spoils my sincerity and corrupts me. You know why I pushed the envelope. This is the power to fight an unknown enemy, not to build a bronze statue. As long as you cross the last line with your limits, you will have to die."

"Bullshit...!"

Jean raises her voice as excitedly as she did the first time, but his words do not carry on. It's because she opened her mouth first.

"... take care of it."

In the words, my liver became cooler. Words that cannot be reasoned with rationality or reason. Soon he was able to realize the truth of what he had said. At the end of his words, his left arm disappeared without a trace. I didn't feel the pain that was full of surprises. Looking at his arm being swept to the other side of the room, Jean sits motionless.

Where? When? What happened? "

Jean looks around, confused. But nothing came into his eyes. The dark alleyway was as desolate as when he came in.

"Huff."

Without even noticing it, a part of the neck flew away, causing an intermittent seizure. I didn't even have time to fight back with my abilities from the start. Jean falls on a cold road and sees the hounds approaching her in a faint state of mind.

A hunting fog covered in dark blue fog bears the furrowing eyes. I couldn't help but think of a verse that I had heard that appeared to me invisible to life on earth.

'Hunting dogs stare in the dark.'

When I didn't see it in person, I scoffed because it was a false rumor, but now I can see what it meant. The mysterious hounds that emerged between space and space were the feet of the Shadow King.

"Leave no trace."

As Sihyun blows his whistle, Tindalus' hounds appear at the point where the line meets the line and rush toward Jean without hesitation. Then I opened my mouth to the limit and chewed Jean's body apart. Wood Duck, Wood Duck. The hounds that were inserted into all the bones and tendons disappeared into the point where the line meets the line, as if when they came out.

Only the calm, blue mist indirectly shows us that Tindalus' hounds have been back and forth for a while. He sighed as he looked up at the parched sky.

"... Perhaps my choice was lighter than I thought."

Sihyun smiled spontaneously. After a period of one month, I did not know that crimes involving breakthroughs were easy. Three hundred criminals he dealt with overnight. We gave orders to Tindalus' hounds, so the number of three hundred was just the tip of the iceberg at the point of view.

From small murders involving politics and grudges to large-scale heterotopia monopoly. All kinds of crimes arose. Increases and increases. Nothing decreases.

Xi Hyun couldn't sleep well because of events happening all over the world. However, she chose to face the world directly. Although he was only active for a few hours, he saw with his own eyes what form his work was causing the destruction.

It was a responsibility and obligation to keep it as a person who had founded the breakthrough and spread it around the world. In the beginning, there was no wish for peace. I just needed more power and sanctions. No one likes conflict and death, but the fighting has always been constant. I knew it was wrong, but I ran down a shortcut for private gain.

"If you don't want to stop, I'll force you to break it."

Every night, Shi Hyun traveled the world using Tindalus' hunting dog's ability and space sprint. And I've been looking for people who've been pushing boundaries. Finding roots was not difficult. It is because the power of power formation has given us an overall picture or situation of those who have learned to break the limits.

Sihyun, who was wandering around looking for a new target until after a deep night and a poor dawn, sensed a vortex of great emotions that had never been felt until now. The information coming in through the breach was unique in his situation for a month.

The sentiments of malice and murder could not be appraised on a typical level. It was like a frenzy that only humans could possess if they violated the ethics and disciplines they had built up. It was unusual, too.

Where on earth did this feeling of wealth come from? He frowned. Without stepping on the steps as if falling from somewhere, the sudden formed flow was unnatural.

The neural impulses of Xi Hyun did not stop there. The great whirlpool of emotions derived from one is divided into several sections.

Small groups or mature groups. Either way, he hurriedly moved his feet because it was not a happy fact. It was not a good response for a group with a huge frenzy to move together.

/268

A quiet countryside in France. Far from the city, it was a place with a small population called Ghost Town. It seemed to have been cut off in the flow of the world, where everything had deteriorated. The village was far enough away from the attention of three people to locate it on an old map.

The road, which can be called the street of the village, was rough because it was not properly packed, and the walls grew with moss and grass, so I didn't even notice that there was a village.

In fact, the people living in the village were considered to be one-handed. The space that was so barren that the illusion seemed to go back in time was not lacking to call it a star world already.

However, there were rare places within such villages. It was the same for the church when you climbed the crooked mountain path at the back of the village and walked along the hidden road to the bush. The church that has a shabby wall and a cracked outer wall has lost its function for a long time.

It was not strange that I lost my master a century ago. A town that cannot recognize its existence unless you look carefully. A church situated within it. It was a place where no one came and became a lung, but today was different. No, it was special.

The church was filled with a madness that could not be explained by unexpected guests.

"Help me. I'll do anything you ask, please!" "" What are you doing? Say what you want! "" Release him and I'll forgive you. Release him! "" Mom, Mom, help me. "" Who the hell is doing this? "

Eclipses with black envelopes and humans of all ages were tied round the centre of the church, ignoring their order and turn. Those wrapped around them were all wearing yellow robes. It was like telling indirectly that we share the same purpose and ideology.

Those who realized that they had been abducted by an unknown group were terrified. I cried my throat out, but there was no one to help. A quiet place where no animals roam. There was no one who could foresee the atrocities that were happening in villages that were already out of the world's attention.

Accelerating cries and cries. One of the crowd in the yellow robe walks out. One head was smaller than the others, but his brother was so strong that he could not stop.

"Ah, the king in yellow took it away from me. Everything about me..."

An unidentified man had a neutral voice to match his widowed figure. However, those who were tied to limbs had no choice but to make a false face before remembering such a characteristic of a man.

At the end of a long time, his words were not meant to be kidnapped or paid for. It was just a sentence. I could have been a poet or a novel.

The unidentified man who received the gaze of the left eye in one body twisted his intestine with exaggerated tone, as if he were filming a neovase.

With a glass of golden liquid in one hand and a stone flute in the other, he recites a forged sentence. The more meaningless performances continued, the more solidified the faces of those who looked at him became. It started to stand out that this was not a normal abduction.

"... deserved to die for the king. There's no need for dishonesty in this world. Those who have come here for a long journey. Do not doubt the king's mercy. Your deaths have long been foretold."

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