King of Shadows

She couldn't agree more about assaulting than teaching. On the other hand, one lesson was extremely practical and organized. Everything was simple enough to start with a fist and end with a fist, but that was a judgment she could make.

For the members of the battlefield whose lives are to come, one has chosen a more powerful course of action than the horse. Having mastered numerous shamanstones and shamanstones, she pushed the individual's unique qualities to the limit.

Sherry was in charge of the action, and one was in charge of the training. In order not to invade their realm, the discipline-learning that she chose was mindfulness. It is likely that Xavier's opponent will not be able to reach them by their power. Even with Sherry as a guide, it was clear they couldn't reach them as long as they were human.

That's why he wanted to teach them the peace of mind to move on, even if the worst came to pass. I could show them the overwhelming power and imprint their fear and fear every hour for that reason.

Thanks to him, his reputation was not good, but he didn't mind. I didn't come to Savior to be a star. He wanted at least one more to survive the war.

Xavier was just a newborn. The real power was lower than the rationale I had. It was clear that the elite were a group, but their stage was not a country, but a world. For those who were responsible for the dangers beyond the horizon, the usual compass was only Germany.

Even if he had the name Supernatural Organization, if he could not make good use of it, it would be like a pearl necklace on a pig's neck. It was unacceptable for Sehyun to become the chief instructor of Xavier that the hope of humanity would become like that. That's why he has driven the aggressive gathering of talents from all over the world over the past month.

"Brother, there you are."

Robert, who had just approached Sihyun, sat on the chair in a natural movement. Sherry and one looked at Robert with a fierce eye - a whirlwind - but he did not hesitate to say what he wanted to say.

"Hey, it looks like you're in the flower garden. Brother, if there's a place like this, I need a little concession. It's too much to take on alone, isn't it?"

Robert shudders, shaking his head as if he couldn't stop it. Sherry and one frowned, but didn't say anything more. Because it was a restaurant where they were. It was not a secret space, nor was Robert rudely approached.

"Brother, I see you've cleaned up again today. Fifteen casualties. I'm always worried about getting out of there."

"At least tell me it's education. Don't talk about people like they're monsters. And that kind of injury is not an injury. Getting used to pain is part of training."

"If that's the case with Brathr."

Robert nods warmly. Not long ago, he also did not break up from his touch and rolled for a long time under the pretext of education. At that moment, Robert recalled the situation and trembled.

"Looks like we've got a date for the operation. Have you heard of Brathr?"

"I heard that story before I got here."

At first sight of what Robert was talking about, he nodded. David, the commander of Xavier's first task was to destroy the scattered Grandeliols around the world and bring them back before The One invaded this world. Of course, Xavier's operation had to be established in accordance with its purpose.

This time Savior's chosen objective - Operation - was to destroy Han Grandeliol. It was of great significance to humankind that we seized and reclaimed the land that could have been the Node of the Circle. This is where the first step that can turn the situation upside down all at once begins.

Operation for the first time since launch. There could not have been a failure in the world's attention gathering. Robert looks indifferent.

"What does Brathr think? About this operation."

"I think it's a gateway. If we don't get past this, there won't be a next time. In other words, this mission should be about humanity, not about me. You know what that means, right?"

"Yes, I know. You have no idea."

Sihyun was a creature of unparalleled power. It has long surpassed the realm of man. Some people have already begun to take him as a god. Through various events, the world already perceived him as a 'god born of man.'

The problem was that at the same time, people were emerging who were trying to leave everything to Sihyun. Wherever I went, I had to act as the number of spleens. From the beginning, it was not necessary to let go of the hand and consider that the fruit would fall.

Even if the fruit dropped accidentally, it should not be hung there. It was because he who could not walk on his own would someday fall. That was the operation. If I didn't make it over myself, what was behind it was only a more miserable future.

"I'm glad it's still small. I wouldn't have used my hands if it was in Beijing."

At his words, Robert accepted small.

The first monumental operation took place in Washington, D.C., the United States capital. Only a quarter of Seoul had a small population, an excellent test base to test the power it had built up over the past five years.

American-Washington, D.C., was not named after the World's Greatest Country. There was no pressure on Xavier, who was wearing a mask called the Supernatural Organization.

It was just about efficiency and justification. The only place prepared was the United States. Being ready was like saying that there were few variables. It was natural for Xavier's eyes to return to the United States to fit the first button well.

Robert looks like his shoulders are getting heavier. This operation was special to him who was under the expectations of his people.

"But I'm nervous. Washington is a special place in many ways. Something could happen that I never thought would happen."

The operation was a beacon and battlefield blossomed by Savior, the hope of mankind. Depending on the results, he could have taken a step or fallen into a daze.

"It's because you can't see the inside."

"Yes. That's why I can't sleep. It would be creepy just to imagine how things would have turned out inside out."

Sihyun could see what Robert was worried about. Washington, D.C. was the only place the satellites couldn't see. Because the Grand Delliol that covered it was not only everywhere, but also the upper ceiling was blurry. No one knew what was going on in there.

It was like Pandora's Box. No one could have predicted the outcome until it opened. But given that, Washington, D.C. was an easy target. because the workforce and capital that was focused there was abnormally large. It was not the same size as the personnel and capital invested in the defeat of the Grand Delhi in Seoul.

"If you prepare well, there will be no secondary damage. Hundreds of experts have been summoned because of this operation. And most of all, that look doesn't suit you. Stop it."

Simhyun, who was born in Grandeliol, took away Robert's worries lightly. I saw with my own eyes how survivors adapted to hell. I don't know if this happened 60 years ago, but now one person has a special ability. I hated it as long as I had strength, but it would change over time.

"That's how you condemn my heart toward my country. I'm disappointed, Brother."

"Whatever you want."

He shakes his hands as if he had lost interest. Robert sighed for no one to know, and hoped this operation would end well.

/321

The American capital, Washington, D.C., was deformed to the word Abigail. The asphalt paved roads split like a spider web and did their best. The buildings lined up were broken up like they had been hit by a mace and were rendered useless.

I didn't see the old one at all. The streets were filled with rotting corpses, and the sky was frozen like a cloud 24 hours a day. I never thought I'd leave the stench that filled the whole city.

Alex sighs and lets out a small crevice as the building collapses. Relieved to have survived today, he sat down as if he had fallen. Alex double-checked his findings today in a cramped space where he could not reach both legs to the end.

"Two batteries that are unclear whether or not there is electricity, one paper towel. A pair of torn shoes. 3 Dented Cans... That's it. I'm gonna starve today."

Alex hunches over, pushing today's collections into a corner. He wanders around for 14 hours, but the results are no good. There were fewer and fewer days in the beginning of the day. Possibly before the year is out. Alex, who decides where he wants to go tomorrow, covers a shroud of cloth called Mofo.

It was only five years later, but the situation ran to its worst every hour. Now there are only a handful of survivors left in D.C. It wasn't like this from the beginning.

Crazy monsters, outlaws on my way, and people seeking profit even in disasters. Up until two years ago, the streets were crowded. The aftermath of the three forces clashing each day was a series of incidents and accidents.

But as the balance collapsed, everything became ashes. Just as the cogs were engaged, an incident was set in motion and destroyed.

Suddenly, "the resurrected body" was the beginning of everything. Like a scene in a movie, the resurrected corpse scattered the virus without distinguishing between few and few. The virus that was so contagious was also a curse that resurrected lions.

Once spread, the virus grew rapidly and swallowed everything. You have nothing to do with me. When I realized that there was a resurrected corpse, it was already endless.

Survivors panic as their fallen comrades are suddenly resurrected. And the creature you almost killed cried out as it resurfaced. Everything was a mess. The moment the boundary between life and death was broken, the last reason was broken.

There was no way to stop it. Aspirin could not produce a vaccine that could withstand a virus in a city where bandages were hard to come by. Thought-based abilities were useless. All that was left was an endless escape.

Luckily, Alex was far from the scene of the incident and was able to save his life. But that was it. Since then, he has lived a more painful life than death.

Over the past two years, Alex has been desperately longing for life as he walks through Washington, D.C., turning into the city of the dead. After a desperate training, he became a capable fugitive.

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