King of Shadows

Senior shakes his head at his arrogant judgment. But it was a choice. It was also an objective judgment.

Who can think of the strength of the rebels? Even if the Union of Pioneers, the Unity Orions, are here right now, killing soap is an agent's job. Bivano's predominance was not in the best interest of numbers.

The only thing that could break the soap was more power. Unexpectedly, Cyrillic thought of one person. Another Savior on Earth, the King of Shadows. He could have killed enough soap. It was not unlikely given that Natalia and Schugen were his companion Bererosa's family.

But...

All passageways from Earth to Zephyros have been monitored by special command. He recorded all who came and who left. Given the aftermath of the connection between dimensions and dimensions, it was unlikely that the king of the shadow would come to Zephyros. But Cyril was not pleased. Somehow I felt an ominous feeling.

'We have to go back and reorganize.'

The battlefield was chaos, itself. Cocoon and Briggs were already dead. It was an even greater defeat. Affecting our allies' morale is natural. In order to win the war, Cyril had to turn his back. If he died here, it would be the end of House Rufus. There was no chance of resuscitation. So it was best to run away.

He was ashamed to call himself the Great Sage, but he could roast as hard as he wanted for his cause. Feelings first and then pervert work. Cyril crosses a small ridge without anyone noticing. He was about to retreat through Zeus.

It may be a harsh and difficult retreat, but you can't lose your life in vain like Cocoon or Brightis. The cynical overturns the idea discreetly. But his shallow number had gone from the first button.

"As expected, you flee here, Seniel."

At the sudden sound of his voice, Senior was forced to stop. Turning cautiously, there stood an unexpected feminine-pioneer. The woman who stared at Cyrillic turned her dark green hair back. With long hair, the jewels glow in between.

"Bererosa la Tagnaria."

"You still haven't forgotten me... should I say thank you?" Or should I say loathsome? "

Bererosa glances down at Senile. Cyrillic sighs.

"I commend you for reading my work through my third eye."

Cyril was amazed at Bererosa's ability. The third eye was not such a convenient tool. Even those representing the Tantium family could not use the third eye as their own free will. Skilled people stared at it for only a few seconds. Like Bererosa, it was impossible to look forward for a few minutes.

"Even the Tantium family is a genius."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

Bererosa smiles brightly, but she can't help but smile. Her being here on Earth meant that something like that had happened.

Then the pieces seemed to interlock one by one. If the king of the shadow had killed soap and created this situation, there would have been nothing strange.

"... to be here means that the Shadow King is somewhere."

"It's too late to notice, Seniel. because the situation had already come to an end. There's nothing you can do."

The death of Bevanu. A Balaron who wields the back of a family of 14 and stirs House Ruffel. The warriors of Cocoon and Brixtis. Everything was headed for House Rufus. Cyril sensed the danger of House Rufus.

There was nothing there but fishing. We borrowed all the power we could use. It was the biggest mistake not to leave enough room because it was a war that would rule for the next hundred years.

It was also effective to insist that there was not such bold force as to strike down the Ruffel family, which could be the center of the eastern continent. It was also fatal to hear that Natalia, the leader of the rebellion, had died before we set sail.

"Whew, that's the worst. '

I had to get to the Ruffel family as soon as possible. War was not important. Later, the support base could be rooted out.

"What's the rush?"

"Step aside, Bererosa. I don't want to talk to you."

"You can't do that. Why did I come all the way here? I want you to fit in just a little bit for my own good."

Bang, as the space in front of her eyes collapses, the cynical twists reflexively. Bererosa, who handles space freely, was a wreck.

"This is how it's going to turn out."

"Did you really think I'd ask you to shake hands with me? Don't be ridiculous. I'm here to kill you."

"If we're going to get through this, we're gonna have to step on you. Don't be sorry. I'm in a hurry. No matter how smart you are, you can't escape death."

The Great Wizard, Senior Sael. All the magic that exists in Zephyros is in his hands. Reggion had nothing to say. The space control technique written by the Tantium family, Action, was also just a work of his hand.

Bererosa reached out her hand and summoned the Eid Circle. Soon, a collection of perfect spheres emerged. The total number of spheres is 8. Ace Circle repeated the bicycle and circulation exercises around Bererosa.

Wheeeek, the Eight Circles that appeared between the space and the gap in the space, swarmed towards Seniel. After reciting the incantation, Cyrillic brought his body into the Eid Circle. Siniel's body became the ninth sphere, having the same denominator as Eight Circles.

On the other hand, the Eid Circle that ran into Senior passed through him as if nothing had happened.

"Not a chance."

Bererosa opened Solomon's eyes. The peculiar energy emanating from the necklace of shadow envelops Eid's circle. Ace Circle, reborn by the power of the shadow, reveals a fierce aura.

Eight spheres advanced, deflecting the atmosphere, occupying all the defenses that Cyrillic could move in. The cynical thrown off the robe folds the space and space away from it.

At the same time, the cyaniel bears a Demibeast, and an awl protrudes from the ground. Bererosa jumps up into the air with one Eid circle as a platform. The cynical man does not miss the gap. As he reaches out his hand, there are storms everywhere. Thought, not the wind, itself shifts around Neal.

The world seems to split in two, and a surge of ferocity erupts from his hands. Kuang, at the same time as the light flashed, the storm condensed to its limit was scattered everywhere. The noise caused it to spread so far into the battlefield.

The phenomenon of thought has turned the ridge into a pit. Powerful enough to reverse even the high and low levels of the earth. But Bererosa also leisurely wandered through the sky. The third eye predicted precisely what Senior was doing.

Cyril avoided the Eid Circle running towards her on a whim. The shallow numbers no longer worked for the shadowy Eid Circle. Dozens of layers of magical barriers melted away like cotton candy as soon as they collided with the Eight Circles.

"Hehe."

Siniel rolls the ground, raising his hand and aiming for Bererosa, but it is a bluff. She always gets out of his sight with a single beat. The ground crumbles to pieces.

The battle between Bererosa and Senior was not violent. If it wasn't perfect, I wouldn't have gone first. I judged everything through reason. A thorough pursuit of Silly. Occasionally, Cyrillic took the lead from Bererosa.

The user swallows the target's moveable area of metallurgy like a boulder. Their instincts were imprinted on their bodies. Reason comes first. Instinct has always been an additional element.

They did not believe in their abilities. All they believed in was their immaturity. Gaps, mistakes, carelessness. Bererosa and Siniel lead and deduce the opponent's weaknesses, putting them at bay. The opponent aims for the moment when he is most reluctant.

The cyaniel bursts the compressed force. Big enough to make Zeus cry. Once pushed into the atmosphere at once, the area becomes vacuumed. Unfortunately, however, the penitent blow prepared by Senior failed to touch one of Bererosa's collars. It was because Cyrillic's blow to Bererosa, who activated the third eye to its limit, was a predicted future a few minutes ago.

"... then I have no choice but to take the last step."

Bererosa's inversion was meticulous and detailed enough to make her vomit. Cynthia launched her counterattack in a variety of ways, consistent with the name "The Great Wizard," but she was forced to push back a few times. The third eye was the problem.

"If you can't resist the third eye, you won't win. '

He breathed heavily, and was prohibited from drinking. Prohibition is a bitter, intimate magic. He always demanded a harsh price and demanded harsh conditions.

However, Cyrillic found out the essence of this week rather easily and is now here. This week was the foundation of giving Senior the honor of being the Grand Wizard.

The world changed with the rise of the Siniel. Prohibition was a force that broke the logic of the world's heretics and engraved new laws. Among other things, the prohibition that Cyrillic had.

This prohibition, which can be used as fuel to declare absolute death to the other person, was a technology created by the Great Wizard to fight the existence of death, which closed the age of creation. It's not Bererosa, it's Chris. We can't be sure if we can avoid it. That's why he confidently abandoned half of himself.

'What I want is the death of a bandit.'

Hearing Senior's wish, the alcohol shook violently. Within that time, the bloodshot eyes revealed themselves, cutting through space and dimensions. Unbelievable atmosphere. It looks like it shaped despair and cries. It was part of the world in response to Senior's request.

But even that was just the future Bererosa saw.

Bererosa, who had inserted one of her Eid circles into Senior's body from the beginning, watched his last move with a expressionless expression. Since the inability to identify the Eid circles that entered his body through his mouth, Siniel's death had already been anticipated.

"You're late."

As Bererosa flicks her fingers, Eid's circle, which has been killing her breath all this time, spins roughly as she is being lifted up.

The power of the Eight Circles, represented by the power of space, dimension, and shadow, could not be expressed in words. The cyaniel's body begins to tear apart. Heart, lungs, spine, viscera, and pelvis. The Eight Circles changed their seniles one by one.

"Shhhhh!!!"

"Shut up."

Bererosa gives Cyril no room for words. He was well aware of the power of his common taboos. Soon after, Siniel's body became a crusty solid like a lump of meat in a grinder.

"Even the Great Wizard's name isn't that heavy."

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Brixtis, Cocoon, Cyrillic. The group of House Rufus, who lost three of the top conductors, was not the horse. In fact, it was okay to think that it was wrong.

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