King of Shadows

The act of coming to a distant Earth and finding the great race of Yisar could not be accomplished with ordinary determination. Clearer, clearer reasons. That's all she wanted to hear from Jungjun. Unclear excuses were unacceptable. Jungjun also told me honestly whether he had read Sihyun's thoughts.

"... because of our Panacotic original."

In Jungjun's words, Xi Hyun was elastic. It's not an original, but if it's a manuscript, he had a chance to see it. The essence of knowledge that arises in the process of imitating parts of an alien and unknown god -. A book that adds the power of language to information and knowledge. It was a treasure anyone could hope for. It's not unusual for the Migos to want it. Sihyun, who summoned Dagon with the power of a copy of the Panacotic manuscript, was well aware of that.

"As you know, the Panacotic Original is the best technology our species has ever completed. It's our identity. But it's disgusting that Migos are actually exploring our efforts and the crystals of sweat."

"You refused."

"Of course. I don't have any gold coins for the thieves."

"Migo would have followed you around and killed you guys who didn't give you the original Panacotic."

"Yes, I don't need a horse."

Then the clue seemed to be solved. The killing of the great race of Iss was a great act of retaliation. The formation of the Yellow Sign Brotherhood was also such a circumstance. As the thread unfolded, he smiled as if all questions were solved. It was a fight between alien beings.

"But, you know, I forgot one thing. I know all about you guys."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"We have a transcendent civilization. We know everything about knowledge and information. No matter how tough the Migos were to retaliate, would you still be standing there? I don't think so. Plus, don't tell me you've seen a weapon called" Purha, "and there was no countermeasure."

"Regrettably, the skill level of the Migos is not great either. because medical technology is something that we can take a step back from."

"Yes, let's say so. Then why was he captured without a fight? You could have at least resisted."

Even though the Brotherhood moved systematically, there were limitations. However, there were always many Yisar in the convention hall. It was unusual, so it wasn't an excuse to be kidnapped in a defenseless state.

"The actions of those who borrowed Migo's knowledge..."

Xi Hyun, who cut Jungjun's horse, worked cold.

"You got caught on purpose. If you die there, it won't be alien and alien quarrels, it'll look like a brutal massacre. You wanted humans to intervene in the first place, right? And it'd be better if I got it in my ear."

"That's not true. At least I didn't think so."

Jung Joon urgently appealed, but he didn't listen.

"Unless, of course, you knew I was involved and you were a good whistleblower. I can deal with annoying enemies without getting blood on my hands. Isn't that right?"

To be honest, explaining my situation and asking for help would solve it. I could have minimized the damage. But the great race of Yisar did not. It was obvious why I did not ask for help.

"I would sanction both you and Migos if I killed them unilaterally, so they would think you were the only business left."

Jung Joon, who listened to him, nervously bit his nails. I couldn't deny it wasn't just a tail situation. It's because there is no evidence, and if you insist that you are delusional, there is nothing left. The demonstration of a fully fitted piece of the puzzle comes to mind unless it is solved.

"But, you know, there's one thing I don't understand. Why were you humiliated by the Brotherhood? No, why would they do that?"

Jung Jun remained silent. He represented his position by not responding. However, he did not accept his answer.

[Speak.]

"... because I thought it was reasonable."

"Is it reasonable to watch your own people die?"

"That's the number of casualties in the battle against Migo. If we can get the decisive hand of the King of Shadows by dying, we just consider the remaining merchandise."

The plan that I had not anticipated was ridiculous. It was a bold word. If the word "human" spreads that it is dead, it is expected that the demonstration will move. The demonstration of what the great Yisar was thinking was lost. But his eyes sank endlessly. The stakes were human lives, whether they were the great factions of Migos or Iss.

"You're mistaken. Innocent citizens have suffered the consequences of your quarrels. One has now lost his chance to return here, and the other has walked a path that cannot be deceived by biased information."

The great race of Yisar gave their lives believing in the name of the King of Shadows. Knowing that more victims can be stopped, he chose the choice of sacrifice. Migo incited the humans with justice and mission. He lacked clear goals, even thought education. Both of them had strategic strategies that could not be blocked.

"Either way, you were a cult."

Shi Hyun smiled bitterly, realizing that the existence of aliens is harmful to humans. Neither of the early days were on the human side. I was only able to act selfishly for God's sake at any time. There was no romance or boating there. The human imagination of being friends with alien life is just nonsense.

"I-I have some information that might help."

"Yeah? But what if I'm sorry?"

Xi Hyun, who grabbed Jung's collar, expressed one of the white abilities, recall. Jung Joon, caught by Sihyun, experienced dozens of deaths in the blink of an eye. He falls asleep, unable to overcome the repeated pain. He has lived for so many years and has never experienced such a profound sense. At the end of hell, which seemed to last indefinitely, Jung Joon breathed a halt.

"Save me, save me, Zebadil."

"Garbage to the end. This is nothing compared to what you've done so far. Or does it matter what people have suffered?"

Xi Hyun recalled once again. Jung, who could not endure the pain, ripped his chest out.

"When this is done, I will take responsibility and send you back home. It's the best I can do."

Sihyun felt like everything was his fault. He was the only one who cared about the great race of Yisar staying on Earth. It was a conclusion that we decided was the best courtesy we would send to the nearest race, but it turned out to be a mistake. The great Yisar tribe did not weigh their lives.

Sihyun walked out of the hotel, avoiding the runny nostrils and crying junction, and found Sherry waiting for him at the entrance. She was as grave as ever.

"Sherry, you knew everything, didn't you?"

"Yes, the truth of the Yellow Sign Brotherhood is a public secret."

Sihyun nods past Sherry. Sherry was the one who was embarrassed by his reaction. She pauses for a moment.

"... will you not punish me?"

"Why should I punish you? Don't be ridiculous. Just follow me."

/280

Engachtoon, the head of the Brotherhood, has traveled the world. The concept of the street to him holding Biyaki was meaningless. As he slaughtered the great Yisar tribe, he narrowed their realm, gaining information that the Earth has a copy of the Panacotic manuscript. Changes to the universe, even the smallest of planets, found traces of the Panacotic manuscripts, failed to control the tumultuous chest.

Even a copy of the manuscript must have inherited the original power. Engachtoon does not stop marching, thinking that he can achieve his faction's wishes. Soon after he invested in the search for all the personnel available to the Brotherhood, he was able to get the results of the summons.

A man named Alem Gilbert received word that he knew more about the Panacotic manuscript. Engachtoon boarded a Village and headed straight for Houston, USA.

Alem was already trapped by a member of the Brotherhood, so Engadun stepped into an abandoned factory. Engachtoon, who sits tied to a chair and looks at Alem, recites in a relaxed tone.

"Where is your copy of the Panacotic handwriting? Kick.You 'd better talk fast. There's never been a better day than today. If you talk before you change your mind, you'll be able to live. I can't guarantee it. Hehe."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, are you pretending not to know? But I wouldn't recommend that. because things have been going so far, and if you're consistent with Morse on your own, you stand out even more. It's like they're asking you to pick on them and harass them. Ah, you're right to harass me."

As Engachtoon flicks his fingers, a member of the Brotherhood beside him exerts his ability.

"Ahhhh!"

As the ice pick pierces through his thighs, Alem screams, unable to endure the pain. Regrettably, the passage through the ice trench is frozen cold and no drop of blood flows. Pain doubles as a ship, but death does not come.

"Let me rephrase that. Where is your copy of the Panacotic handwriting? I already know you're Yisar Yin, so I won't be asked any further questions. All you have to do is tell me what you know. Then take your life, your people's eyes, and two trillion dollars. Oh, was the last example wrong? Kick-kick, by the way."

"You think you'll tell me? You filthy Migo. Giving it to Humans is a hundred times more profitable than giving it to you."

In spite of the exhausted torture, Alem's gaze does not die. But Engachtoon does not rush. It was not the first time we tortured a great race of Yisar. He knew exactly what they were afraid of.

"I see. Then there's nothing I can do. I have no choice but to ask your junior... Kick."

"What?"

Alem doesn't understand what Engachtoon is saying. He has lived alone so far. There couldn't have been a kid-junior.

"Do you know what this is?"

Engachtoon taps the metal cylinder at his feet. One side of the metal cylinder filled with suspicious liquids was made of clear glass. The aquarium seems to condense to the size of a bag, and the emulsion gives way to elasticity.

"It can't be..."

"Yes, that's right. The Immortal Express. If it's in there, it solves all the consciousness. You have the privilege of not worrying about it, not dying."

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