King of Shadows

'Is it in the mirror?'

It was an odd sight. It was like the world was torn apart by a giant altar - a mirror.

"Punishment to heretics!"

The giant altar resonates as the sword strikes the staff. The people beside him scream as if they were possessed by something. A gathering for just one person, a gathering for just one person. Sihyun seemed to have seen the convenience of their madness. Everyone gathered here sacrificed themselves to ease their anger and hatred.

"The Mirror of the Nitochris!"

As Carl shouts his name, the giant altar howls. Then I pulled the strings. The world changed even before Shi Hyun resisted. For a moment, the world outside the mirror and the world inside the mirror changed. He looked around, realizing that he had entered the mirror.

"Tekely-Lee!" "Kickley-- Riley!" "Kal-E-Leerit!" "Tequeerill-- lily!"

The eerie roar of the moaning chunks of meat echoes through the chasm. From one horizon to the other were all areas of them-Shotgus-. The intense stench and dark venom had already taken control of the surroundings. The bitterness that soared to its limit began to echo throughout the world.

The whimsy of strange beings who see themselves as prey. Seeing Shotgun's horde, his mouth twists unparalleled. In a world where there was only a drug-eating ceremony, they were his prey.

"If this is the number of spleens, I'm disappointed."

For a mere mortal, a great old being, or a million Shotgun, might be on the same line. It was also because the civilizations that were sprayed on the planet had the power to sweep through them lightly. However, the Silver Twilight Alchemy Society has missed an important part. There is a profound difference between the two.

Sihyun swings his fist as he approaches Shogus, who is closest to him. As soon as Sihyun approached, Shotgus made his covering firm, but it didn't work.

It took only a second for the perfected demonstration to destroy thousands of Shotguns. In the blink of an eye, the shotguns around him all become a handful of meat.

"Tequili-lee!" "Querily-rick!" Teekkyriririryl-- lily! "

The Shoggers, who were aware of the danger, multiplied indefinitely. I lost the concept of being an individual and became one. There are millions of them in the mountains. It was a number without even counting. The chunks of flowing meat quickly swarmed towards the demonstration, repeating fusions and divisions. As you devour the ground, the aggregation of advancing venom and flesh becomes useless just by looking at it.

Sihyun floated a little sun in the sky with the power of the Universe. When the bright light filled the earth, he did not hesitate to use the sword. The Kwaga River, warm sunlight, became deadly rays that eroded everything around it. There was nowhere for the Shotguns to escape from the light.

The million-dollar Shotgun had to accept the Spear of Light. As the flesh and body fluids burn, the pungent stench rises. All that remains in the place where the Blade passed was traces of carnage.

Some individuals came to life with miracles and luck, but the spear and blade protruding from the shadows did not allow for any hope. Xi Hyun did not have room for any action. I trampled those who stood in my way thoroughly.

After punishing all the million Shotguns, Xihyun drew the force to its limit, striking the space that captured him. The world in the mirror was shattered in vain by the power overlapped by dimensional disconnections, distortions, and versatility.

"Wha...!?"

After Shi Hyun appeared at the giant altar, Carl could not keep his mouth shut. A million Shotguns is the best he's prepared. And the great old being was a swamp that could not escape easily.

"Gorgeous."

Forcing others to sacrifice by forcing them to be victims. It's a real step up. Sihyun smiled bitterly. The Silver Twilight Alchemy Society was misplaced from the first button. If grief and pain were real, it would have been right to formally protest rather than resolve them this way.

Gathering in a secret place and clinging to an apostle, they were merely examples of their intent and purpose deteriorating. The victim was just a victim. No matter how unjust and unreasonable their past may be, they must not cross the line for that reason.

"Breaking up here will be a rest for you, too."

There can be no enlightenment for those who are fanatics. When he shakes his hand, the people gathered in the intestine disappeared into a handful of ashes. The people who did not foresee death spat out a great deal of resilience.

"Monster, monster, monster! You're a monster, after all. How can you kill so many people? And yet you embrace humanity's hope?"

"Why? Should you be the only ones to use this number? And I want the survival of humanity, not the misery of the wicked."

Sihyun turns his head and looks down at the knife. A man with the title of 'Magician', the leader and last class of the Silver Twilight Alchemy Society. The blade raises its staff toward Xi Hyun. There seems to be something going on, but Carl's thinking fades before he even touches his body.

"What?!"

Sihyun, who defeated the sword, stepped on his neck.

"I have a lot of questions about how I got this."

What Sihyun pointed to was a huge altar. The Nitochris Mirror was clearly a tool beyond human technology. To be precise, I couldn't get it without the help of a great old being.

"Do you think I'll tell you?"

"No, you don't have to tell me. I think I know something about a group that hates a great old existence when it comes to the hand of a great old being."

Carl shuts up, but he makes his own assumptions without hesitating.

"The Silver Twilight Alchemy Society was originally a group for victims, not for other beings, right?"

You can tell by the cheerful look in the Nitochris' mirror. Carl didn't tell them where the Nitochris Mirror came from. The Yellow Sign Brotherhood also recruited the Cultists in that way. I packed it with the word "cause," but in the end, it was Engachtoon's cause. The Silver Twilight Alchemy Society was the same.

An organization for whom?]

"That's..."

Before Carl opens his mouth, his body boils. Seeing similar symptoms in Melin, Shi Hyun temporarily released the constraints on him due to his appearance and distortion. However, what he left behind was not the answer he wanted.

"Pangru Grunapa Ktulu Riye Ghanagle Patan. Pangru Grunapa Ktulu Riye Ghanagle Phatan! Pangru Grunapa Ktulu Riye Ghanagle Phatan!"

The sword speaking an unknown language soon closed its eyes. Maybe it was an intervention that went beyond his abilities. Even though Sihyun held hands late, Carl's life did not come back.

"That's why the Cultists are so scary. I'm leaving clues that I think only I know."

Sihyun smiled at the crucial evidence that Carl left behind.

Pangru Grunapa Ktulu Riye Ghanagle Patan. The verse that Ei recited while dying earlier. It was said that the end was fixed, so it remained in his brain all the time.

'The dead K'Tulu is dreaming and waiting in a place of honor'.

On second thought, Ei was most likely aware of K'Tulu's existence.

'You knew this would happen.'

The Silver Twilight Alchemy Society was not founded by a group of people who had suffered damage from the brawl of the great old beings. It was all just a shell. The truth was a gathering to believe in K'Tulu and to wipe out the world's frame until he woke up from his resting place. He had gathered a group of people who hated the King of the Shadows under the name of righteousness and was plotting against his surroundings. The Yellow Sign Brotherhood, too, but the leader of the crowd who worshipped the great, ancient existence, was insane. Moreover, I was proficient in epilepsy and cunning.

Tonight, the demonstration of what he did reflected on his actions. Before K'Tulu woke up, the Silver Twilight Alchemy Society was well known for its authenticity, but made a worthless sacrifice. Even if it was an act of necessity, killing would not be pleasant.

With a faint rise of regret, he turned away.

/371

"Find out where the information leaked from."

David, the commander of the Xavier, was given an order yesterday at dawn. But I couldn't say no. It was because he didn't look suspicious when he gave the order. David notices that things are worse than he thinks, having an overview of the case around a young man named Tuner, whom Sihyun brought with him. And I could see why he made that face.

David, with the report in his hand, sobs. There were some consequences that could never be ignored. Do I really have to tell him that? It was a long thought, but there was only one decision he had. It was because I didn't think it would make me feel better to explain myself actively here.

David looks at him and opens his mouth heavily.

"Yesterday, I got the results of your assignment. This was done as quickly as possible, so it won't be accurate, but it won't be wrong."

"I see."

Sitting down, he tucks his chin and listens to David. David sweeps away the hot beard in response to colder simulations than ever before.

"Just promise me one thing before I say it."

"Tell me."

"Keep your cool no matter what you say."

"That's for me to decide. No, that's a very interesting story to tell. I'm more excited about this."

David sighs and rubs his temples. My head aches just imagining what's going to happen.

"Tuner remembers meeting with the Deputy Minister of Defense."

"You mean America?"

"Yes, he is. He's from his home country."

"Seems to me like you're done saying that."

Sihyun could see why Tuner was fooled. Officials, it is also the reality of the great nation. It was natural not to doubt Xavier's existence. As David continues to speak, he realizes that his thoughts are not in vain.

"So the Deputy Secretary of Defense is the problem."

"I'm already here."

"It's good to get things done quickly."

Two men enter the commander's office with David's call. An elderly and middle-aged man who looks stubborn on the lips of an elderly man with pudgy looking eyes. He could tell which side was the deputy minister without being introduced.

"It's a pleasure to meet the rumored Shadow King. My name is U.S. Secretary of Defense Stuart Knurs."

Old man Stuart reaches out, but he shakes his head. It was a friendly language to be seen that he came out to avoid a big blow. I didn't want to go quietly.

"Never mind. It's not a good thing we're meeting."

Sihyun turned his head to look at the deputy minister. I knew the middle-aged man's name was Murek Soleson. Sihyun wondered why the deputy minister sold information to the general public.

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