King of Shadows

The Knight Gun, which could not bear the gap, fires on the spot, but the scars he left behind were never shallow. Sihyun praised the ignored complaint, even the absolute gap.

The twisted arm recovered at the same time that he thought. The body was just a representation of the mind. No matter how overlapping the defenses were, it was impossible to directly affect the demonstration.

While many things happened at once, one focused on the fact that he was injured. The fact that he was wounded, which transcended even the great, old existence, meant that something unusual was happening.

"Se-hyun, are you okay? You're not seriously hurt, are you?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Don't mess with the Night Guns any more than you do. As you can see, it's a place like this."

Hana and Sherry nod quietly. It was possible to endure, but no more. The protection of the Night Gunt was difficult for them to retaliate with.

"That's more than I imagined. It's never occurred to me that Yves T'Steel possesses this much power."

"The universe is vast, and there are more transcendent beings than that. Dividing the level by the difference is always a convenient decision. Variables can come out at any time."

Eve Twill, the blood of Nialla Totep, was widely known as the great old being. But it was all a lie. It was only invisible because it had a characteristic. In fact, Yves Tstill was an infinitely closer being to the god of outer space.

"Then maybe we can get out of the jungle of Creed? Or it could be preemptive. Isn't that right?"

Alto shakes his head, widening his debt. Yves Tstil was a passive being.

"Even if we leave tomorrow, Yves T'Stil will be there. He won't be able to move from there. So don't worry about the details. Once we get rid of the Night Gunts, we should be able to get close enough."

At the end of Alto's words, the Night Gunts, who were escorted by Eve T'Steel, reveal themselves one by one. One of the Night Gunt's Eyes pulled out the heart blade, and Sherry protected herself with dark matter.

"I'll go first. You guys take care of the ones I didn't take care of."

Shi Hyun shifts his shadow to the Night Guns. He confronts Yves T'Stil's vision and breaks through the Creed's jungle.

One at a time. Xi Hyun's body became a weapon and mercilessly excluded the Night Guns. His fist became an iron mace, and his leg became a siege ball. But there was no damage. Eve T'Stil's complaint was always with the Night Guns.

Yves T'Stil's patronage was harsh. The secret to reversing fate and the future was to protect the lives of the Nightgands. Considering the disparity between the two, Eve T'Steel ignores the death of the Night Guns as if it were natural.

But that was also only for a moment. One, Sherry, and Alto. The three women who followed Shi Hyun did not allow the Nightgun to survive by chance.

Night Gunts appeared on the road, blocking his path, but he didn't mind. The shock that returns from Yves T'Stil's distress was impossible to contain.

Only hot blood and cold corpses remain in the passage of Sihyun and his group. There was no hesitation in their hands as long as they declared them enemies once. They slaughtered the Night Guns mechanically.

Boom, the Kwaga River. Despite Yves Twistein's patronage, the Night Guns' limitations were clear. The swifter body and the treacherous head made them kings of the jungle, but that was it. The king of the jungle did not become king of the Dreamland. They were just frogs trapped in a well.

The red paint of Creed's forest is painted and the group heads toward the center. As you go deeper, the number of Night Guns decreases exponentially. It was natural that those who stopped them were all dead and gone.

"This is it."

At the center of the jungle, the demonstration stopped. At the center of the jungle was a sinkhole. The dead stream of water, riding through the forest of Creed, falls into a great waterfall.

The abyss, so deep that you can't see the bottom, is strangely giving off a subtle glow. A waterfall fell into a sinkhole, reflecting the light, revealing its resplendent color. I could see the rainbow legs, so I didn't have to say anything else.

It was no exaggeration to say that it was a spectacle created by nature. However, Sihyun was not enchanted by the beautiful scenery. The jungle of Creed was Yves Tsteel's domain. It couldn't have been all I could see.

"That hole leads to the Palace of the Springs."

"That's where Yves T'Stil lives?"

"Of course. Yves T'Stil is a body that cannot escape this place. By the way, Papa, are you ready?"

"Of course not."

Sihyun nods. From the moment you set foot in Creed's jungle, you're ready to go. Moreover, he forcibly pushes through the forest of Creed. There was no retreat. As he leaps, his companion hurls himself into the sinkhole without hesitation. The Palace of the Springs, heading there.

476.

"That's not what I expected. I thought the Night Guns were forming an army."

"I've had the same idea for a long time, Hana."

The sinkhole, what's in it, is the lake. The lake is shallow and clear enough to show your feet. I couldn't even reach my calf. Despite the falling waterfalls, the lake remains still.

Flowers of colorful color float above the lake's surface. The pebbles lying at the bottom of the lake changed color as they looked, and the rainbow bridge, starting from the depressed hole, was passing over the lake.

This is the monastery where the freshmen come and go. It was an unprecedented sight given the horrendous energy of Creed's jungle, but reality was sometimes more sinister than I had imagined.

In the first place, there was no common sense or reason where the great old being lived. With that in mind, Sihyun and his group proceed with caution.

"Looks like everyone in the Creed Forest is gathering here."

"It would be impossible to keep this place otherwise."

The flow that began in the jungle of Creed ended here. Desolate forests and lively lakes. I had no idea what the causal relationship was between the two.

"As you may have noticed, Yves T'Stil is a bit sensitive to mirrors. He likes to watch and enjoy because he can't move his body. His world is not an exaggeration, even if it's all here."

"Are you sure you want to change the landscape around you and see what you want?"

"Yes. All the sights Papa saw were his work."

I can't believe there's such a thing as a mirror-sensitive presence to bring down protection on the ugly Nightgunt. Shi Hyun shrugged his shoulders in a mischievous truth. He crosses the calm lake thinking of Eve T'Steel, whom he will soon meet.

"Is that the Palace of the Springs?"

A sense-lifting demonstration made it easy to find the Palace of Springs. The energy of Yves T'Stil's feet was thick and clear, making it easy to step on the trail. The palace of the Arctic Springs was exquisiting beauty beyond the lake. If I had two eyes, I couldn't be sure.

The Palace of Springs was more of an art form than an architecture. The pattern affected by the golden ratio has raised the aesthetic of symmetry to the extreme. The exterior wall of the palace was smooth, like it was made of ivory, and had a subtle sheen. The pearl-like fluffy color reaches a realm humanly incapable of imitation.

Among the flowers floating in the lake, the Palace of Springs was emitting the most beautiful light. The Palace of the Springs would not have known the impact of having an mood. Unforgivably glamorous, one in a dazzling womb, and Sherry were unable to conceive.

But as soon as they entered the Palace of the Springs, they had no choice but to admit they were wrong. It was an ugly and monstrous group that was in a huge cavity. Countless Night Guns controlled the Palace of the Springs.

They were sucking on something with their mouths. A bundle of tentacles is widespread, giving a blatant, dirty sound of water. It was joy and joy to be in such a greedy, shameless posture.

Fleshlumps and fleshlumps.

Tentacles and tentacles.

The intertwined sights were disgusting enough to make me nauseous. One frowned eye and Sherry looked at one in the middle. The universal miracle of invasion of his honey and wet exteriors and powers. A sign of reversal against fate and the future. Those in this position clearly perceived the power of being in the center.

The tentacle mass, filled with the palace of springs, was so large that it touched the sky that the bat wings on his back held his whole body. It was impossible to distinguish my face from my body. Only a prowling lump of flesh - breast - could have guessed its use.

Nothing to say. It was Eve Twist.

Eve Twistein, who seduced countless Night Guns, was giving generously like a tree. The Night Guns have gathered beneath Eve Twist to drink milk and honey.

Eve Tstills provided protection, and the Nightgands were mutually complementary relationships that were wary of the jungle of the Creed. I could tell him without anyone telling me. He could not have known even if he saw what was in front of him.

"I knew this day would come."

Eve Twist, who was disgusting enough to get nauseous, welcomed an uninvited guest with a gentle, respectful tone. He was not surprised at all. No, I didn't have any feelings. East Steel was extremely gentle, unlike its odd and ugly appearance. He was not disheartened and displeased with trivial matters.

"You knew we were coming?"

"Yes, because this was one of those futures. It's impossible to resist the flow that started before I was born."

"Why didn't you run away? If you knew that much, you wouldn't be avoiding us."

"There is one thing I felt, looking at the center of time for a long time. It means you can't escape fate or flow. What will happen will happen, and what will not happen will not happen. Even if I avoided the crisis at the base of the moment, this situation was destined to unfold for me one day."

Eve Thsteel's words to Sihyun were unacceptable nonsense. It was he who turned fate and the future upside down.

"Are you talking nonsense?"

"You've come all this way and you still don't know?"

"You don't know what?"

"No, if you don't know, that's fine. That would be your destiny, too."

"Are you making meaningless noises to buy some time?"

"It might look that way."

The conversation with Sihyun and Eve Tstill ended there. Xihyun was not seduced by Yves T'Stil's words. All he needed was Eve Twill's ability. There was no thought of wanting to delay time by fighting with words.

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