King of Shadows

The view was frightening to the layman, but the swim glanced at Engachtoon with a grave expression. Engachtoon's appearance is no joke to her after surviving encounters with even more monstrous monsters in Grand Delriol.

A vigorous upward sprint puts thought into the Ring of Shadow. At the same time as she wished, the Ring of Shadows became a Gauntlet. A two-handed swim raises all his strength. I didn't think back. All she wants is annihilation. The swimming focused on one point of thought boiling with the power of Ilchungon.

Tuguaguang. Strikes with 600,000 of thought. Along with a loud hiss of iron, the grass evaporates in a parabolic shape. Even the trees that soared high in the sky, even the grass that grew thick, did not leave a trace. It was as if the bombs had fallen.

"Ha."

Swimming as hard as you can with the gauntlet spilling hot steam, the swim catches your breath. And as he breathed back into place, he clenched his fist again. Engachtoon moves around avoiding brute force attacks. The swimming eye does not miss its trajectory, although it is still fast enough.

One beat is late, but the swim approaches Engachtoon's tail step-by-step. The attack that was so severe that it could not be seen as coming from the impotent body of a human chariot was worthless even if it was called a human chariot. I looked at the swimming with a bored expression. It was because the power she already had could not be expressed as a student.

Swimming and Engachtoon melee battles were fierce. Through superhuman swimming using steel and numerous corporeal reinforcement surgeries, the tangles of Engachtoons close to superhumans are unstoppable. It really was a battle of crushing ice. It took only 10 minutes for the vast forest to become a wasteland.

Engachtoon steps over the shoulder of the swimming pool digging into his arms and rises into the air, keeping his distance from her.

"Phew, you're good. I had no idea we were capable of this kind of talent. You can have yourself. because I admitted it. Too bad I have to kill a talent like you with my own hands."

"It's not over yet. Don't rush me."

After experiencing a gradually growing swim through fierce hand-to-hand combat, Engachtoon gave up on dodging. It's because I realized that giving swimming time can be disadvantageous for me.

"It's not a crackdown. I assure you."

deficiency excess excess. With the help of the Harsters, Engachtoon roams the boundaries between reality and reality. At this moment, he became an existential illusion. It was neither overwhelming firepower nor outstanding output, but Engachtoon was confident of his victory. The one who couldn't hold a 'snap' was because he couldn't hold onto an Engachtoon's hair.

As the Gauntlet of Shadow pierces through the Engwithan body, the swim raises its reflective arms and covers its abdomen. On the contrary, Engachtoon strikes her ship. Swimming makes a sound of pain as if the interior was shaken.

"... you."

"Don't look at me like that. It's my own stage from now on. I told you, I promise."

Engachtoon was influenced by a different law than swimming. Swimming instinctively realizes that he doesn't have a chance. Even if she could draw out the power of Se-hyun through the Apostle's evidence, she was the one who used it. Without the ability to defeat the situation, thought was just a meaningless fuel.

Judging the situation calmly, the swim pulls away from the Engwithan attack with aggravated body movements. I didn't intend to kill him because I couldn't take a fatal blow to him. The swim, which predicted his behavior, follows the trajectory of Engachtoon, dodges the attack with a piece of paper. She knows someone who moves faster than Engachtoon. And I was trained by him. I wasn't avoiding you.

"Slow."

"You still want to resist?"

Swimming away from the aggressive Engachtoon unilaterally. The two movements did not overlap. But the victory and defeat had already been decided. That hasn't changed since the loss of the means to resist swimming. As the shadow of death gets closer and closer, the swim bites his lip.

"That's it."

A voice that breaks down an unsupported workshop. Throwing a chunk of sand between the gap between the swimming and the Engachtoon, Robert grabs the shoulder of a swinging swimmer. The swim welcomed Robert as if he were about to collapse.

"Thank you, Robert."

"Of course it is. A hunter in the wilderness can't rule out beautiful flowers."

Engachtoon plucks out the sand buried in his body and looks at the uninvited guest. That's two meters. A delightful smile. The uninvited were well known to Engachtoons.

"You are Robert Howler."

"Do you know me?"

"Of course not. It's a stubborn obstacle. Kick. Oh, I see you didn't introduce me. It would be unfair if only I knew who you were. My name is Engachton. He is the head of the Yellow Sign Brotherhood, though he is lacking."

Robert and Engachtoon met voluntarily. Robert looks down at the exaggerated Engachtoon bent at his waist. A hard exoskeleton. A light pink surface. Odd form. Engachtoon is blatantly revealing himself to be his older brother.

"... the only reason you're so bold is because you're willing to kill us all here, right?"

"Wow, you have a different head than you look. That's right. It's my concern that even if I die, I die a cold death without hesitation. Well, I like it all, but I have a weak heart. Hehe."

"Bullshit. You didn't want to miss us in the first place, did you?"

Robert saw firsthand that the entrance to Heterotopia was closed, and realized he had no choice but to confront Engadun in any way. It was surprising that the swimming and ENGAK toons fought, but it wasn't surprising. The important thing was to get rid of the Engachtoons before the road opened.

As soon as Engachtoon's identity is revealed, there is no time to hesitate. Robert did everything he could from the beginning. Robert, who transformed his body into steel through Iron Man (237941; ), leaps to the ground and marches toward Engachtoon.

Entering the boundary between reality and reality, Engachtoon ridicules Robert's actions. Unfortunately, the reality was not what Engachtoon expected. Robert swings his arm and his ugly chin is smashed to pieces. Engachtoon's face snaps back quickly.

"...?!"

"You don't think I won the title 'Iron' by myself?"

Robert, who scoffed at Engachtoon, once again swings his fist. The ability to handle iron was powerful, but there were a lot of limitations. That's why you have to rely on iron minerals. Unfortunately, there was also a king who lacked iron depending on the location or situation.

It was not once or twice that I faced the agony of death. That's why Robert sought a special region on the Hayler continent to make the most of the Iron Man. A space control technique written by the Tantium family, Action.

Robert could establish a concept of space through Actions, though he was just a foothold compared to a timeless pioneer. The magic of bending space and turning weight into shock became a new force for him.

With his special ability to think and act on, close to the pioneers, Robert was adamantly aiming at Engachtoon's face as he smashed the scarecrow. Engachtoon also had physical abilities close to superhumans, but was lacking to match Robert. Unlike still growing swimming, he was already a completed superman.

"I wonder if it was just one blessing for 3,000 years."

"I don't know what you're talking about, but isn't that the only thing that collapses on me?"

Robert, who walked across the bridge and knocked over Engachtoon, pulls all the sand around him and ties him up. Engachtoon moves his torn, split body, but it is useless. The trick turned out to be just a tricky trick. By Robert's hand, the chunk of sand became a fine, trembling blade. With just a touch, the weapon tearing at the surface is directed straight at Engachtoon's neck.

"Now do you like to talk?"

"No way. Kick, Kick, Kick."

"Are you crazy?"

With Robert's reprimand, Engachtoon smiles endlessly. You are not desperate. All he has done so far has been entertainment. In the beginning, he was not used to fighting. To put it simply, I was more like an academic. Nevertheless, he showed up to save power.

"That can't be crazy. I lost so delightfully. It's a pity, by the way. I thought I could kill you myself. But I can't help it. because variables happen all the time, everywhere."

An object falls from the yellow robe as the ENGAK toon rocks. A medallion with a subtle glow. The pattern of the medallion was monotonous. It was because the three curves were balanced around the point in the center. But the pattern was unusual. The symbol, called the 'sign of yellow', was like a token of Harster's authority.

"Please come to the ground."

Blast. The medallion splits apart and a storm rages through it. An unknown wind blew through the heterotopia. The atmosphere is so overwhelming that you can't breathe. As the breath and breath reversed, the heavy airflow from the medallion formed a single figure.

It was a dark green mass. It was made of flesh and muscle, but there was no bone. It was just a giant chunk of flesh that was literally shivering as the wind blew. On the surface was a line of disgusting tentacles just by looking. The thick, long tentacles were shaken irregularly whether each one had a will.

Shock and awe. And fear. Robert shudders without knowing it. His eyes began to return to his senses in order to deny a lump of dark green flesh. His head began to recall at will in order to resist the lump of dark green flesh.

"Slaughter all the 'humans' in this room."

With Engachtoon's horse, the dark green flesh trembles. More violent reactions than ever. Robert intuited his own death. The dark green flesh of man could not resist. It was not a matter of strength or possibility.

The dark green flesh was ugly, but its quality transcended humanity. You feel a peculiar, but unbearable hold on to it. The creature who responded to the call of Engachtoon was superior to humans from head to toe. No one in the world could cut a lump of dark green flesh.

By standing still, my mind was crushed and broken. There was nothing Robert could do. But he knew it was impossible, and he had to move. It is because the first person to target a dark green flesh that moved after listening to Engachtoon was a swimmer.

"Swim!"

It's inevitable. That one can't win. I have to die. Though many thoughts passed through his mind, Robert moved in a reflexive manner. His determination to save swimming dominated him. With a heart that looks like it's about to explode, Robert runs with all his might.

Robert throws himself over the tentacle as he makes his way toward the swim. Puck. The beast pierces Robert's iron too easily. Robert smiles at the tentacles protruding out of the boat. It's because I realized swimming was okay.

"Mr. Robert...?"

The swim was mute. Everything seemed unreal. But I had to face reality. The hot blood on her cheeks speaks of Robert's sacrifice.

Robert is in great pain beyond words, but he bites his lips tightly.

"Thank God, I was able to help at the end."

Angel. Robert grins bitterly as he swallows his final words.

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