King of Shadows

But even though it's so volatile, it can't suddenly change your mind. Alto was in a mood, but at least he moved with intent and purpose. Chris, who unexpectedly remembered the King of Shadows, could see where Alto's transformation came from.

"Did the one who told you to hit K'Tulu's back come after me?" I couldn't even imagine. Is that how much you want the king of the shadow to take your heart? "

"Oh, that's odd. Technically, we're done here, right? It was just an indefinite extension. You and I would've split up if it had been just a little trick, wouldn't we?"

Alto recites the harsh reality in a seductive manner. It was true that I helped Chris fulfill his wish. When Alto gives power, Chris shakes the Zephyros in return, creating chaos and chaos. Because that was the deal.

It was a possible deal because they both had the same goal, but Chris had no way to fulfill Alto's wishes, until The One captured Zephyros. At that point, the deal was over.

It was always a favor to give a new body to Chris, who struggled to achieve high altitudes. A favor you can take away whenever you change your mind. Alto did not seek chaos and chaos, but stayed by Chris' side as well.

It was purely fickle. If Sihyun-Azatos hadn't shown up, Chris would have watched until he escaped the great old existence. But such assumptions were no longer useful.

Alto drew his sword, and Chris had to stop it. Chris opens his mouth, keeping an eye on Alto's movements.

"I envy the Shadow King. I sacrificed tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of lives to gain Alto's favor, but the Shadow King captured Alto's heart just by meeting him and talking to him."

Chris laughs in vain. That did not mean that we were good friends with Alto from the beginning. It was true that she was powered by her volatility, but she was slow for a while. It wasn't until years passed that we wiped out all the resistance forces on the Zephyros continent that we were able to gain Alto's active cooperation-kindness.

"Jealousy is ugly, Chris. I mean, isn't that what the world is all about? And I couldn't ignore the terms of my deal with the Shadow King. I'm sorry."

Alto lowers his head playfully. The stigma of Sihyun-Azatos was useful in many ways for her. It was not only gaining his trust, but also erasing the image of supporting more circles. In other words, it was one step backward for two steps forward.

Maybe there was no chance again. Azatos-formerly-was not interested in her, but Sihyun-san could have changed as much as she did.

"Then I'll make you a deal. If Alto defeats the Shadow King now, I will forever be Alto's servant. Even if you made a deal with the Shadow King, it wouldn't be bad to think about it on these terms, would it?"

Chris walked into the future. It believes in its potential to be great, old, or even greater. That was the biggest thing he could hang in the first place. But Alto was resolute.

"No, no. I won't accept it. Obviously, Chris, I wish you were my servant, but there's something more I want you to do."

"That's how good a shadow king was for me. Or is the Shadow King paying the same price as me?"

"That's a secret. It's not a blabbering topic here. No more chitchat. Come on in, Chris. I'll give you one. Show me how much you've grown."

As Alto took a step forward, the ground melted like ice cream. At the same time, the presence of pressuring the intestine grew even larger.

"Alto's last mercy ends here, too. I can't help it. I'll show Alto that I'm not ashamed of him."

As Chris raises his mind, a strange stream of air flows between the two. Swimming and Kathy didn't understand the situation. because the unknown happened in succession. Who is that man and where is this girl from? But the swim was silent. It was true that I was curious about the sudden appearance of uninvited guests, but it was more important to escape.

"Cassie, just hang in there."

"Ugh, yeah."

The swim, even with Cathy in its arms, drifts away. As long as we don't know if it's an enemy or an ally, we just have to hold out until we see a demonstration. Alto smiles faintly as he watches the swim and cash drift away.

"The interruptor's gone. Let's play, Chris."

"I understand."

Calming his throbbing heart, Chris staggers toward Alto. He unleashed the feasts and abilities he had built for thousands of years at once. The atmosphere screams, and a thundering blow strikes the ground. The force to cross the continent was enough to wipe out parts of the Earth by storm alone, but Alto wouldn't let him.

"You need to be a little more agitated."

As Alto flushes his debt up and down, Chris's power dissipates into the clouds as he loses his flow. Chris crashes into an indescribable wall, pushing him into oblivion. Overwhelming disparity. There was no contest.

Alto's power could not be interpreted even if it was corrected for infinite growth. The only thing that made her is chaos and chaos. It seemed to show her personality evenly. But you can't just sit there and die. Chris hesitated as far as women's chiefs were concerned.

But it wasn't Alto's teeth that were broken, it was Chris's arm that hit her. Alto, holding Chris' arm, looks up at him. Then he whispered a little.

"Chris, the truth is... I hated your thoughtful attitude as if you had everything in the world. I gave you your power in the first place, didn't I? What's with the look on your face? What was so free that you wanted to come here?"

Alto doesn't hide the oddly twisted tail of his mouth. Before Chris even said Moore, she shoved a goat-spear into his stomach. Qajik, a muscle that had been trained for thousands of years, was as fragile as a tofu and allowed for foreign matter invasion.

As Alto presses the button, the lamb belly unfolds, forcefully through Chris' abdomen. Chris's body also swelled up. It was as if the dumplings were piercing through the scalp.

"Crocs..."

Chris, who gave his whole body strength, prevented the wound from spreading. Even a great old being, it was difficult to stop Alto from carrying the power of death. Vitten Alto once again recited the mountain without explanation.

"Chris, the truth is... I didn't want to see your pussy face. He will, too. I'm the oldest idol in the universe. Why were you born with a face that captures the attention of others? How can you pretend to be so stubborn?"

Chris struggles. What's in Alto's eyes is madness and malice. After realizing what he was working with, Chris vomited a handful of blood.

It was hypocrisy to call everyone an idol. It was all a disguise to hide its vicious, cruel, and bizarre nature. Wearing the scarf of a girl, being active, was all a means of concealing a dark nature.

"I will punish the child who stares at me without answering ♥. Like this. Crab ♥"

Alto puts his hand on Chris' face. Soon, a flame rose from her hand. The dark-bitten flame began to melt Chris' face. With the touch of death, it was a catastrophe that could not be avoided, even if it was a great old being.

"Grrrghhh… Agh!"

Chris vomits an unbearable scream and grabs Alto's arm. But her arms are not even a little bit stretched out.

"I'm sorry. Did it hurt that much? But I trust you'll forgive me. I raised you. No, no, no. You don't have to forgive me for dying anyway."

Death is one step ahead. Chris recalls the lamp of Alhazard in his arms. See what you want to see, see where you want to go. Whether he read his will or not, the lamp of Alzahad shines. After a short while, Chris disappeared without a trace.

"Not a chance."

Alto pierces the lamp of Alhazard and swings the umbrella. But the lamp in Alhazard has not been broken. Rather, they disappeared with Chris, radiating light.

"Oops."

Alto scratches his head. The lamp of Alzahad surpassed her abilities momentarily, causing a miracle. I'm afraid that's already happened. It was hard to find a trace.

Alto lets out a sigh and hurries back in time, but even that was a waste of time. Chris' entire time axis was gone. There was no Chris in the past.

A trick that seemed to predict her intervention from the start. Alto had no choice but to frown. There was an intervention with her or something more. I couldn't help but notice the variables. It is true that she was able to use the power of Nilathotep, but soon she was not Nilathotep.

"... will be scolded by Papa."

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Chris grips his face, forgetting that he's out of Alto. The dark-bitten flame continues to bite your face. It was impossible to resist the flame Alto had given him because it had the closest nature to death.

"Aaahhhh!"

Cute skin like ceramics was blackened. A face as beautiful as a doll was shattered, torn, and disfigured. ears and nose, and eyelids to lips. All the parts that could be called faces were burnt away.

But the pain was not long. The flame on his face disappeared in an instant. Chris tilts his head as he grabs the pierced ship. The only thing that could remove Alto's power was her and her equal. I hear footsteps coming from over there.

"Luckily, I was right."

Chris reflectively turns his head. His actions were incredibly shy because he had heard a voice that he had never heard before. He stares straight ahead with his eyelids missing.

Hair that never grows. Strong muscles. Black male with sun-kissed skin. Chris wept as soon as he saw a man. His nature comes to mind.

"... Slander? How did you get here?"

"Of course not. This is my own private laboratory."

And so Chris was able to catch a lot of press. The unnamed machines filled the building. Not to mention the abundance of materials and materials.

"... how."

We were fighting Alto until just now. Chris had no idea what was happening to him.

"You said that the other day. I want you to live a long life. So we made a little modification."

Chris shakes his head and sees the half-broken lamp of Alhazard. Refined with unknown technology, it has suffered heavy damage and lost its function, but still shines brilliantly. Perhaps he did not lose his mission-ability to the end. Then Chris realized that the lamp in Alhazard saved his life.

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