King of Shadows

It was only through the great old existence that I was able to face Sihyun seriously. The circle's pioneer-manager-less than toes was not the level to fight.

"If you think about it, the heteros here are weird, too. This is what a corpse looks like."

Rin taps the hetero underneath her feet. At the same time, the body of the hetero was broken. Strength close to Styrofoam or Mop. The hetero was unbelievably fragile to the fact that it had just moved on.

"Maybe it has something to do with being unable to find the ranch."

"You're probably right, Bererosa, because heteros and breeding grounds can't be divided into two. But judging by that, where did these heteros come from? Assuming there's no ranch, there's nowhere for the hetero to come out."

"Well, that should be investigated by now. After finding the survivors..."

Bererosa, who has risen from her seat, has directed a search.

"Let's focus on finding survivors first. Please do not hesitate to report any suspicious areas between the building and the building, or any passageways leading underground."

Lin, who opened the fox beads, intercepted the surrounding heteros one by one. Washington, D.C. was different from Seoul. For five years, Seoul went back to nature. A vine grows from the building, and a blue sprout emerges through the asphalt-packed streets. The word "self" matched.

But Washington, D.C. went back to death, not nature. Everything was rotten, rotten and smelly, and the gruesome streets were covered in gray all day long. Washington, D.C. was so pathetic that it reminded me of the word "self-study."

"Lynn, over here..."

Bererosa was unable to speak. One of those who followed her had a seizure. Bererosa quickly turns her head as she opens her mouth. The situation was worse than she thought.

"Guuuhhh."

Sounds like vomiting beyond screaming. The person who suddenly had a seizure trembles, whether it was painful or not. The skin that was filled with vitality became pale enough to reveal blood, and all of the teeth fell off the ground.

As the situation changed in an instant, Bererosa became pale. One of the group shows abnormal symptoms without any sign or sign of premonition.

Disease or ability? Supernatural phenomena, or variables that an individual has? Immediately, many families passed by, but there was nothing Bererosa could do.

/336

After the short seizure, all that remained was a lump of meat without Izzie. Robert is unable to keep his mouth shut, looking at his companion. Blurred eyes. Twisted mouth. Pale skin. Blind flesh. It was like he was possessed by something.

The stool suddenly approaches. A colleague who had been walking around the streets relaxing until just now was revealing hostilities. Stigma spills over his body, but nothing changes.

"Grumgh."

Robert reflectively raised an iron man as he ran toward him-a man with a terribly sharp aura. He pulls the scrap metal around him and creates a cage, throwing it at the man who was his colleague earlier.

"Grrrgh."

The man grabs the cage, expressing his intentions in a tone close to vomiting. He was already not human. Rather, I was close to the beast.

"What the hell is going on?"

The cause was unknown. If something dramatic had happened, it would have been a metaphor for obscurity. But all they did was roam the streets killing a bunch of heteros. It was not a peculiar phenomenon or transcendent ability, so the question had to be raised.

"Don't come any closer."

As Kumdal, a middle-aged man who looks like a bear, says so, the members of Xavier take a step back. My colleague crashed miserably, but there was nothing they could do.

"Why don't you kill him?"

When the unthinkable words came out of Sherry's mouth, all the talent in the intestine stared at her. It was like slaughtering a colleague because it was ominous. Robert and Kumdal shook their heads at the insistence that human rights and comradeship had been thrown out. It was a very cold and reasonable judgment, but if you kill someone immediately, all that remains is chaos.

"Miss Sherry, I don't think that's possible. There may be a cure, but unilateral giving up is like throwing a life on the street. I'm afraid I have no choice but to take him to the makeshift base. And as long as there's hope, we don't abandon our colleagues. I hope Miss Sherry is aware of that."

"Well, I think there's no hope."

"Yes?"

Even before Robert started to question Sherry's words, a second mutation - the victim - occurred. A man who was closest to the man in the cage had a seizure like he was possessed by something.

"?!"

While Robert was reluctant, Sherry pierced his neck, causing a seizure with a frozen expression. She unsealed the dark matter and split the man inside the cage in two. Robert shouts without even knowing it, with his clean, unseen skills.

"You're out of your mind!"

"Yes, we can make very rational judgments. You're the ones who aren't normal. He's not your partner anymore. It's just a bunch of spoiled meat. Didn't you see that someone else had a seizure just now? You never know who's going to turn out that way. As long as you do not know the cause, you should control any visible defects. If we don't act quickly, we'll be the next to die. Don't forget."

Those who were overwhelmed by Sherry's power said nothing. I really thought that could happen. Sherry steps forward, leaving the confused behind, splitting the dead man's belly.

Even the deceased's godmother was a reckless act, but there was no one to rebuke her here. Instead, I just wept. It is because the familiar stench erupted from the split belly. That's what they smelled like when they came to D.C. Kumdal was able to guess what had happened in Washington, D.C.

"... one or two of them died this way."

Violent diseases, transcendent abilities, bizarre phenomena. There were many situations that could be assumed. What was important was that the situation did not obstruct the target.

Sherry observed the body of a calmly deceased person and realized that the concept of life was' distorted '. She has an unthinkable ability to endure. After reading the inevitable convenience of absolute power, Sherry prepared for the coming calamity.

"Everyone get ready. It's not over."

The people who caused the unidentified seizures were horrified by the end of the sentence. Those who stood up for each other were not here until they entered the Grand Delliol. They fought endlessly and only killed each other. The scene of abandoning compassion and ignoring human rights was like Abigail.

Robert grunts, putting a steel spear in the heart of his former colleague. Holding his trembling hand, he bites his lip until it bleeds.

"Yi, I didn't want this. Shit, shit, shit!"

Kumdal also patted Robert on the back with a thumping sensation of guilt and fear, even though he thought he had killed his colleague with his own hands.

"No more guilt, Robert. It's not your fault."

Only a handful of talents, including Robert and Kumdal, survived in hell. Looking down at the bloody streets, Sherry realizes the operation has failed.

/337

"Is this the last one?"

One of the woman who cut off her colleague with cold eyes sighed with remorse. The one who confirmed that he had killed all those who had suffered a final seizure of the woman calmed the frightening chest.

The simultaneous phenomena-a seizure-was sudden. There was no time to prepare. It took only a few seconds for the members of Xavier to become unconscious, close to the beast, and reveal their fangs.

One took a close look at the organs of the dead, realizing that the cause of the damage to colleagues was not ideology or internal medicine, but rather viruses or bacteria. It happened in my past life. The work of unity could not be accomplished by mere providence or virtue.

Occasionally, evil killed evil and overwhelmed vengeance. Using corpses on various terrestrial shamanstones and inter-continental technologies was hard to enumerate.

One that reminded me of my past life shook my head at the reality I faced. He had already known through many experiences that he could never come back as a scapegoat again.

You could have run away, but one picked up a sword for them. There was only death to save those who had already been corrupted. Evading their position was the same as killing them twice.

"Ugh, uh, how did this happen? I just wanted to save people..."

A short, shiny blonde velvet sits in its place and bursts into tears. In front of her is the corpse of Michael, who was just smiling and talking.

It was the velvet that killed him. In the face of her sins, she wept endlessly. Until she arrived in Washington, D.C., she was excited to think she could become a page in history. But it was not joy or joy that was eating away at her heart, but sadness and despair.

"You don't have to feel guilty. As long as it's like this, it's best to send them to where they need to go at once. It is a sin to keep his death here while hanging around."

"... I'm not as strong as you are."

The red-eyed velvet shrugged her shoulders.

"A head that may not be strong enough to accept reality."

One of the swords rests on his shoulders. She couldn't have known the heart of the velvet. However, I was unable to unwind the puzzle that was piled up in my mind in the enemy camp. I did not know when and where another variable would appear.

"I have no choice but to return. First thing you need to do is alert them to what's going on here and adjust their lines. If you miss this period, you may not even be able to stand up, rather than react."

One of the ironic realities that they became survivors before they even found survivors blew up. Advancing in this situation was like poison. Washington, D.C. was like this in the first place. I had to let go of the blind notion that the makeshift base would be safe.

"You wouldn't be a pioneer if you did this. Maybe he's messing with the hive."

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