King of Shadows

Robert turns away from the swimming, smiling slowly. It was because he could not control the overflowing playfulness and spoke to the swimmer, but he became a daily instructor and was the leader of the students.

The combat training went smoothly under Robert's direction. Early in the reign of Ashecliffe, the earliest elite heterotopia was able to break through to fully trained hunters, both men and women.

By stimulating the hetero hiding in the field or in the reed, Robert, who became a teaching material for students, taught them how to not be nervous and how to not be embarrassed. Education with survival in mind rather than strength. Naturally, life was not a game, so failure soon led to death.

When Robert finished his story by giving practical information rather than telling his students the frustrating reality, he immediately entered the practice of combat teaching flowers. Of course, real life wasn't dangerous. It was just a limited manhunt under the watchful eye of the control group.

The important thing was to give the students the decision to die.

Before arriving in the Elven World, I divided people so that there was no deviation between the groups, so there was no chance of variables occurring. So, the students in groups of four used their abilities to hunt heteros.

Students stepped up their thinking by following Robert's advice as smoothly as the sponge absorbed water. Because they all shared the results equally, the idea of breaking through was smaller than the dust, but the students gained more confidence than the thought.

"It's more fun than I thought, right?"

Yerim, who handled a hetero much weaker than he thought, made a confident face unlike the first time. She shakes her head as if the swimming, Hyojin and pearls assigned to the same group could not be dried up.

"I can't believe you're happy about this. The bottom is clear."

"Excuse me?"

When the sharp man opens his axe's eyes and stares at you, Garam turns his head and whistles elongated. As they converse, the combat lesson reaches its end. Basic overview and how to manage your mind. And into the real world. Robert, who spent an unbelievably loyal first time, nods satisfactorily.

But that was also only for a moment. The heat of the battle did not dissipate, but the situation changed. Robert, who first noticed the defect, raised his hand to report the danger. No, I tried to tell you. But unfortunately, the outbreak came faster without any foresight.

Kuquaang. The ground begins to split with a thunderstorm. And the lava soared through the cracked ground. There was nothing a human could do in the face of a natural disaster that completely divided the ranks.

"Run all the way to the entrance! If you don't think you can make it to the open field, meet me at the leader's discretion!"

Robert shouted as loudly as he could in the sudden changing environment of heterotopia, but it was not long before he heard his instructions. The teachers who had no practical experience were also right-wing. The medium-grade troops gathered just in case have fallen between the cracked ground or melted by lava. The dead students were not going to write it down.

What a mess. The scar on the ground grows wider as the sound of screaming and shouting intersects. Robert bites his lip on an action that seemed to predict it wouldn't stop short. He sought to restore the ground that was being scraped together by the sand around him, but the boiling lava completely melted away his intentions. It was as if he knew Robert's number.

Robert bounces off the soaring lava one by one to prevent the situation from escaping to its worst.

"Shit, some asshole..."

Robert turned his head to look for the source of the incident, knowing that he was far from what could have been a catastrophe in the early years of heterotopia. But nothing caught his eye.

"Swimming, the other children..."

"Don't worry, Garam. At least it's closer to the entrance than here."

All the horns were scattered in front of the unexpected natural disaster, but the swimming did not panic. I was just looking at the situation calmly. A steel reinforced swim smashes the lava falling overhead. Profit. I entered the realm of superhumans, but it was not enough to withstand lava. The swim, knowing his or her abilities, turns away without hesitation.

It was because I wanted to run toward the entrance, but I didn't want to test my luck by throwing myself into a hell where the ground split in two and lava soared high in the sky. The best number was to wait for the natural disaster to end.

At the same time as the decision, the swimmer leans toward the grass, shrouded in his shoulders. When the dense trees reached the dense grass, Garam sighed.

"Ha, ha. Thank you.If it wasn't for you, it would have melted in lava."

"It won't be too late after you leave. Technically, we can't say it's safe now."

"Still in heterotopia, though."

The crooked eggplant lowers its head deeply. Different from that, he had a stool just like his worries.

"How did this happen?"

"Do you have any idea why?"

"No, it's too much. Destruction or apocalypse, a trick that can transform the environment of an early heterotopic into an imperative cannot be characterized. If you have basic knowledge, you can't change it."

Swimming knew very well that Ram's words were not bluff or exaggeration. He was one of the great Yisar tribes who searched the universe for knowledge and information.

"What's the most likely?"

"... the technology to manipulate heterotopia at this point would not have been developed, so it would have been from another place. This situation didn't happen naturally, so there's a good chance it was touched by someone full of malice. Well, crazy Meigo can do this like a meal, but there's no reason to come to Earth and do this..."

Garam uttered nonsense to refresh the mood, but unfortunately his words became a reality.

"I'm not crazy, but let's just say. Kick, Kick, Kick."

Not only did the swimming and the garlic fall from the voice behind my back. The man coming out of the grass is wearing a yellow robe. One head was smaller than the others, but his aura was unbearably strong.

Yellow robe. Odd aura. With only two clues, Garam was able to easily infer who the unknown man was.

"Migo! The Yellow Sign Brotherhood!?"

"The name is Engachtoon, to be exact. Isn't the individual name more important than the race name of Migo? It's an identity that represents an individual. If I were anyone, what would I be? Hehe, you don't get it? So am I."

"Why are you here?"

Garram said as if he couldn't believe it. It's because I didn't know that the scope of Miro was so vast as to come to a place where there was one Sihyun-Great Old Being.

"Obviously, it's FUN. It's all about having a pneumatic source. Did you really think we'd turn our backs on this many Eastmen? Or did you think we wouldn't notice? I don't know about the former, but the latter is a little disappointing. We may be lacking in your ability to complete the original Panacotic, but is it a civilization advanced enough?"

Garam senses that the disaster that is happening now began in the hands of Engachtoon. The objective was, of course, his pynacotic handwriting. There was no question that the conflict between Migo and the great tribe of Iss had been so boring for so long.

"But I'm sure you've been through enough of your own kind to come find me... You haven't heard from me in between?" "

Garram recalled a harsh reality, which made him nauseous. Bold Movement and Odd Words. Engachtoon is not a cautious type. Rather, it was clear that a satisfying style had to be engraved on the spot that had passed. Nevertheless, the fact that no news was reached meant that his countrymen betrayed him with one mind. Symbol that it doesn't matter if you take a copy of the pneumatic handwriting.

"Ho, ho, ho! Haven't you heard from your own people since you were a traitor? This is also an interesting development. You didn't even notice the danger coming to you. It's a relief that there are no bothersome processes, although unexpected outcomes can be a bit overwhelming. Delicious is the first thing that gets you off your feet."

Garram bit his lip. He couldn't help but notice his position. He was like a bandit, who broke the faction's master and used the pnakotic manuscripts to try to keep his people from coming to Earth.

Engachtoon looks at the desperate face of Garam and reaches out his hand. He came all this way for one goal-- a copy of the Panacotic manuscript--

"... The bothersome process is over, so please excuse me. Essence of the great race of Iss. This is as far as you're concerned. You're the one who's struggling. Not your kind. Moreover, it's a hard copy, not an original. One or two disappearances aren't a big deal. Then I will spare your life. It's useless anyway. Hehe."

The swim blazes at the whining Engachtoon. She had no reason to hesitate, knowing that he was the perpetrator of unnecessary disasters.

"Garam, are you saying you're the enemy?"

"Yeah, you could say that."

With Garram's acceptance, the body of the swimmer disappeared. Stigma of the superhuman family, a human bullet made by the power of Adamantine, aims at Engadun's head as it is. Tuquang. With a bang like a cannonball, Engachtoon takes a step back. Immediately, the impact was not surprisingly great, but Engachtoon allowed the grave to swim.

Swimming smiles remorsefully at the fact that it entered his attack correctly. But her smile didn't last long. This is because Engachtoon appeared between the torn yellow robes. Engachtoon was not a man. Moreover, it was not the alien that man imagined.

Engachtoon's body is surrounded by a hard exoskeleton. The surface was also pale pink, unlike humans. I didn't even have the necessities. Instead, the elongated spur is just stuck to the area where it can be called the face.

"There's a cute crescent bird. Well, there was a lot of chattering going on for the rest of the month. Kick, Kick. You seem to know a little bit about the situation surrounding Yin. I can't help it. because they don't make witnesses, even if they make them missing. May he die."

Every time Engachtoon expresses a surgeon, the machine in his throat makes a small light and spits out a human voice. The machine buried in the neck of a bizarre alien gives you a frightening sight.

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