King of Shadows

After leaving the site, Engachtoon traveled by Byakhee to the Hayler continent. Viyaki, who transcended the light, guided Engachtoon through the border of the Hayler continent and into the depths of the Kingdom of Tagnaria. Arriving in the Kingdom of Tagnaria in just a few seconds, Engachtoon stimulates his yellow robe in a steady direction.

As Engachtoon moves, his robes become one optical camouflage. The Earth's technology has been transcended, but Engachtoon glances down at the yellow robe with an unworthy eye. It was successful to penetrate the surrounding landscape, but every time I moved, I couldn't sleep. If it weren't for a dark night, it would have been tough enough to be noticed.

"This material is in such a hurry to gather it."

With a short tongue, Engachtoon takes a step forward. The reason he came to Harler continent was simple. It was to find substantial evidence that Harster's adversary 'being' was on Earth.

Harster hated and hated the existence. I could get a lot of help and help just by talking about its existence. Such tendencies of Harster were well-known conditions. There is no way Engachtoon, his desperate supporter and devotee, could not have known. At the beginning, Engachtoon took advantage of that. I was going to seek out its existence and seek Harster's help.

Engachtoon pulls out a compass from his chest. A compass that can sense the unique energy of a great old being was already pointing to one place. Engachtoon walks deeper and deeper, following the lead of the compass. In a forest that cannot reach the path of life. Engachtoon's gait slows as he senses a strange flow within it.

Others were inadvertently small wavelengths. However, Engachtoon, who had met Harster several times, was able to figure out what the wavelength meant.

"Really?"

Engachtoon swallows a few dry needles. 'Find it'. Even though it was a trick I thought of to get Harster's help, Engachtoon was able to realize how dangerous he had gambled.

The notoriety of its existence was that Engachtoon had heard of it. Finding traces of the beginning meant you could encounter a part of it. Even with Harster's blessing, Engachtoon could not have ended quietly in the face of its existence. No, that's why it was dangerous. Because if they found out that Harster's scent had been buried, they'd be dead by now.

"Still, we need tools to kill the Shadow King. In order to kill all the abominable heretics, he must first be eliminated."

Was he craving absolute power? Even in fear and horror, Engachtoon does not stop. Soon, the compass he was holding burst out of his hand. A signal that signals the end of a long and long journey. Engachtoon can feel enormous pressure just by standing.

"Pangru Grunapa Ktulu Riye Ghanagle Patan."

Dead K'Tulu waits in a place of honor, dreaming. Engachtoon recites a well-known phrase, and he can see that he has come to the right place.

He was here. I was just sleeping in the most comfortable position, waiting for the moment when I would wake up one day. Engachtoon could not stay sane enough to know the 'fact' that it was breathing quietly.

The fears of the endless, the fears of the irresistible and the maddening horrors engulf him. Why did they come? Why did they try? Engachtoon steps back, his door wide open. He earnestly realizes how much action he has taken.

He would, too, dare disturb his rest. I had to tread on the holy and spiritual ground with dirt feet that were not wiped.

'He deserves to die. It's right to kill yourself. Suicide is the only way. "

It was an Engachtoon who believed in the Harsters, but could not resist the thought of passing through its mind. It is the absolute truth and the truth. With a trembling hand, Engachtoon doesn't even swallow properly. I couldn't resist my primal instincts, but I begged like an animal.

"I'm sorry that I'm less than an ant, I'm less than dust, I'm not worth living. I apologize. Forgive me. Please, please, please!"

The mesmerized Engachtoon spits out nonsense in succession. But his body instinctively sensed an ideal and moved away from it. Unlike the two eyes that lost focus, his legs were moving to find a way to live.

"Crocs."

With all his might, Engachtoon's escape falls swiftly. Kuang. He falls violently enough to rumble, and soon he regains his senses. As he rubs his broken-down chin and knees, Engachtoon notices that his feet are the roots of a tree.

"Run, run, run, run."

Engachtoon scratches his neck without relieving fear and fear. His fingernails are covered in blood, but he doesn't stop. No, I couldn't. Engachtoon moves like a loosened calf, only running forward.

But he never got to the end. As if the roots of a tree were alive, they grabbed him by the ankles. Engachtoon sees the roots of the tree around his legs as if a snake were chopping off a fly, and sees that something is wrong. On the other hand, the roots of the unknown tree lifted him to the sky.

"Aaahhhh!!"

Engachtoon screams differently. Staying calm at any time was not because of the fact that the roots of the tree were moving.

Engachtoon, he had no choice but to scream because the tree's roots had unusually high heat. The heat that the roots of the tree hold has already exceeded the normal level.

The skin and muscles began to melt like sun-soaked ice. In the agony of the burning flesh, Engachtoon is desperate. His ability to move back and forth between reality and reality, deficiency deficiency, and excess, did not work. The root of the unknown tree was able to lightly build his abilities.

After a late beat, Engachtoon realized that the tree roots were also a form of great old existence, and he had no choice but to raise his voice and call out the name of his aspiring and longing existence.

"Harster!!!"

The world reverses at the same time as Engachtoon. The wind stops, the atmosphere is tense. And part of the room was crushed. Everything is vibrating dynamically.

Everyone surrendered to the anomaly. Everyone has been slammed into the appearance of the Unspeakable. Unpretentious majesty, danger on the other side of the universe. The Lord of the interstellar universe and the 'Part-Subtrusive-' of the Wind ruler in the universe appeared, and the earth shook and made a huge sound.

A storm came upon the dawn of a wondrous being that comforted, cursed, loved and hated everything. The unstoppable flow around the Engachtoon forms one shape.

Immediately, the tree roots surrounding the Engachtoon split in two. Engachtoon recognizes that his revered and revered creature, Harster, has responded to the call, but does not lose his smile.

"Stupid thing."

"Dear Harster, Thank you, thank you very much. I will not forget this grace, and I will repay it for the rest of my life."

"Don't you dare judge. Just because you give your life doesn't mean you can pay for it."

It's a tone of ridicule and reprimand, but Engachtoon is not far off. I just bend the knee and tighten my head. Hearing Engachtoon's call, Harster is dressed in a mask of jewelry and gold.

However, unlike the mask that showed the extreme splendor, the garment was only a pair of plain yellow robes. If there is anything different about Engachtoon, it is that there are traces of time around the yellow robes, not to mention nuggets. The hand that appeared during the smoke was twitching in groups of maggots and tentacles.

"You want to die calling me to save your own life?"

"I didn't mean to. I just wanted to let Harster know what this place was like."

Harster glances around at Engachtoon's point.

"Is that where my brother sleeps?"

Harster was able to figure out what was going on without asking Engachtoon. The wind gave him everything. Harster shakes his head as he realizes why Engachtoon risked his life to come here.

"Sinister. You want power, right? Otherwise you wouldn't have found a place like this at risk of dying."

"No, I only did it for Mr. Harster. I didn't want power. I just wanted Harster's troubles to go away, and the wind moved me."

The tongue is as smooth as honey, but Harster stares down at Engachtoon with his unappreciated eyes. This was not the only time the conversation was held. The last time, I could remember more clearly because I had Sergeant Biyaki, my dear servant.

"I can't help but make fun of your filthy tongue. I want to fight with my brother, but I don't want to see this" disaster "happening again."

Harster takes a step back. His inhibition of boiling flesh was due to the 'tree-death-' that bound Engachtoon. The name of the tree is the logo. It was born in the aftermath of the violent uprisings of Harsters and K'Tulu, who were far away without a care being called Great Old Beings. Unexpected consequences of mixing each other's flesh and blood. Harster was neither happy nor sad. I just accepted the existence of the logo.

"You're protecting your brother's body now."

The logo was not surprised that he had such intense interest and affection for K'Tulu from birth. Harster looks at the roots of the Smurfy Logo as if he were about to attack. He turns away without a doubt.

"Get out of my way. This is not the time."

Harster, who drove out the logo, gave the medallion to Engachtoon. Reflectively awarded the medallion, Engachtoon looks down at the heavy lump of iron. The pattern of the medallion that was giving off a subtle glow was forged. It was because the three curves were balanced around the point in the center. But Engachtoon knew exactly what that symbol meant.

'A sign of yellow.'

In short, it was a symbol of Harster's authority.

"It's a medal I can cast 'just once' on my servants. Don't be bluffing."

Engachtoon realizes he received an excessive gift. Harster's servants were one of great old beings. The Engachtoons are not the ones to be trifled with.

"Let's see how far we can go."

"I won't let you down."

Engachtoon lowers his head deep enough to penetrate the ground. However, Harster disappeared before him without even answering as if he had lost interest.

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