Life Reversal with Item Copy

Dojun enters the city along Laoha.

White City.Buildings made of unknown materials, not ordinary stone or marble.

There were many Mahals there. There were those who guarded the entrance to the city, and numerous Mahal clans were engaged in their livelihood inside the city.

Unlike the Mahals in the forest, they wear white togas. It was a similar outfit to Laoha, but there was no ancient Laoha-like pattern in the clothes of the others.

However, there was also something in common with the Mahals in the forest. Of course, it looks like a horn, and most of all, everyone has a sword on their back or waist.

Even the children running the streets carried wooden swords that matched my height.

‘A kind that worships nothing. ’

The Mahals are probably made by the Holy Monarch and raised by him. However, the humans in Siwelyn's world were not like this. They were ordinary people who prayed and wished.

But this time, it created a culture of worship for nothing.

"Have you been raised in preparation for the war since Miri? ’

I had enough of that thought.

Of course, unless you heard it from yourself, it was just a guess.

“Ah, Laoha Grand Chief! ”

“Grand Chief?”

“The Grand Chief is back! ”

When Laoha shows up, people suddenly come in.

Say hello to Laoha, show off your accomplishments, or share some fruit.

“Thank you.”

Laoha was more like a friendly neighbor than an authoritarian queen.

Then, their gaze naturally followed her towards the dojun.

“Who is this?”

“Are you a guest?”

“I don't have horns..... Are you a deportee?”

Those who wonder about the identity of Dojun in their sights. I've been told that there are exiles among them.

I heard that when I first met Shura.

Did he say, "He sinned, cut off his horn, and was expelled?" ’

At that time, he said, "I mean sinners."

“Yes, he's my guest. Can you step aside for a moment? I need to speak with your guest urgently. ”

Laoha talks to the Mahal people gathered with a compassionate expression. Immediately, the murmurings began to spread. The questionable gaze toward Dojun, and the voice that was whispering, disappeared.

Mahal people who make their way in an orderly manner.

In between, Dojun and Laoha passed by. Towards a huge temple in the middle of the city.

Dojun looks back and talks.

“You listen very well. ”

“They're all good kids. ”

Laoha smiles with her hands on her cheeks.

Like a mother praising her child, some questions came up to her neck unwittingly.

If he cared so much for his own congregation, why then did he let them be so frightened?

‘…… Let's be patient for now. ’

The doughnut swallowed again with a question that seemed to pop out of his mouth soon.

To answer that question, he had to explain that he had gone to the world of Siwelyn, and above all, there was no guarantee that Laoha was never an enemy.

The woman who was the only one who took the side of the elderly. I didn't know if Laoha was her or one of the other kids that ripped the old man apart.

The two arrived at the temple in the center of the city.

This temple alone resembled the one I saw in Siwelyn's world. Just like the one before the ruins of that temple.

“This way."

The place Laoha guided was on the edge, not inside the temple.

You can't let outsiders into the temple? I felt somewhat vigilant in her guidance.

‘Well, of course. ’

I didn't feel bad or anything. It was so natural to be wary of outsiders.

When she entered the guest house and sat down, she bowed her head toward the dojo and talked.

“Let me say thank you first. ”

“Thank you?”

“You killed the Riches, didn't you? ”

Oh, that's the story.

“Who are they? ”

You can ask me this much. Dojun asks her about the identity of the undead.

Then she frowned a little and talked.

“The Undead Legion led by Herdin the Immortal King. ”

“Herdin?”

Dojun blinks.

Is that the name of the commander?

But the next time I heard her, it didn't seem like it.

“Herdin is an undead born of the Devil's corpse, and is still at war with us. It seems that the power of the Mahal is very disturbing, contrary to their power. ”

Born the body of a demon. Somehow that was far from the feeling of a commander.

It would ultimately be the old man who created the Command Monarch. But I didn't think the old man would have resurrected the Devil's corpse.

“The Riches in the woods are his men. It was probably their goal to take care of all the Mahal tribes there and replenish their troops. ”

Her words continued.

If it succeeded, this side would have been a raid on the side when it was fighting Herdin's main battle. If so, the balance that has boiled down so far could collapse.

Along with that, she spoke in detail about the undead who are moving beyond the city at this very moment. And Mahal's bravery against him.

The more I heard the story, the more I was convinced.

She's a genius.

‘You're hiding the story of the monarchy. ’

I was deliberately avoiding all stories related to the Command Monarch.

Hearing Laoha's story, I could see it because it was Dojun I was listening to, concentrating on 'the information of the Command Monarch would not flow’. I know she's not talking about any real enemies.

Kim was somewhat engraved. What Dojun wants from her is not how Undead talks. Just two things.

One is information about her enemy commander.

The other is whether or not she was an enemy of the elderly.

However, I could not ask without thinking. If the old man's enemy is right, you better listen to the answer, because you're only going to raise her guard.

So I wanted her to tell me herself, but she didn't seem to think so.

‘When this happens. ’

I can't help it. I had to go back to my original plan.

“I'm... so I'm saying. If you don't mind, can you help us? ”

Original plan.

Beat down the undead as they see it, and bring out their boss, the Commander Monarch.

And that wasn't so hard for him right now.

“Good."

Dojun nods as a sign of acceptance.

I don't know where he is right now, but it is clear that he is devoting considerable power to the war against the Holy Monarch. If you wipe out all those men, you won't come out, but you'll have to.

“Really? Thank you! ”

Laoha claps her hands and rejoices. A smile on every face.

The moment she smiled as if she was reassured unconscious, she flinched.

What is it? ’

I felt strange.

When I talked to Dojun, I felt a sense of stability and solidity. And cozy.

It was a sensation I haven't felt in hundreds of years since my father died.

She shakes her head and holds her heart firmly as she shakes her eyes at the emotions that come up for so long.

‘You can't do this. I'm an outsider everywhere.'

There were many brothers who looked closely at themselves for not participating in your father's murder. One of them may be a messenger.

It will be necessary to examine as coldly as possible.

“Please.”

Then she and Dojun shook hands.

Each with his own thoughts in his heart.

* * *

On a hill with a good view of the city.

There were already numerous undead groups there. Not only that, but it was gathering all over the place at this moment.

Herdin the Immortal King is at the heart of that legion.

He was the right-hand man of the Commander-in-Chief for many years.

[Strange.]

Herdin twists his head and makes a questionable noise. One of the articles next to him said that.

[What?]

[I lost touch with Richie who was heading towards the forest. All 10 places.]

[Really.]]

I really do.

An operation that was supposed to take the bodies of the Mahal and attack the city together. The Riches mobilized there seem to have lost touch with the promise.

‘Did she notice...? ’

The commanders were born silent and unable to move. They used to be the blood of their own troops whenever and wherever they were called.

It would be as easy to spot an enemy as that.

‘Then it's all gone. ’

Her power is equal to ours. Even though the immortals did not die, if they were caught by her, they were destined to disappear.

Herdin, who had concluded, rolled up his hippo.

[Then it must have consumed that much power again.]

[Yes. I'm sure.]

[The woman will eventually be forced to continue to consume. I can see the end of this war.]

Herdin raised his body. Then I climbed up to the top and pulled out my sword. With a frosty light hangover, you'll find a sword full of cold hangovers unique to the Undead.

[The time for battle has come.]

Arghhhhhh...

Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

In his words, the undead began to rise up like the Urr wildfire. All the undead began to rush towards the city with slow steps.

What you see in front of you are the white Mahals who have drawn their swords like always.

[Hmph.]

Although one was an outstanding warrior, he is no match for the other.

Compared to the Undead Legion gathered here, their head count is only a handful.

Even the longer the war lasts, the more power they cut off, and this side gets their quality corpses.

It was a fight that could not in fact be lost.

Gulp.

The Mahal swallowed the spit and looked at the coming undead.

The war against the undead was never just a fight. When a colleague dies, the colleague swings his sword at them. A war in which even the corpses of colleagues are forced to be disposed of to win.

Even though Mahal is a born warrior, he has no choice but to cut off his mental strength continuously.

When the hell am I supposed to get them out of here? When should this fight be over? When should we cut off the corpse of a dead colleague?

‘The same will happen this time. ’

‘Can we still survive today? ’

The degradation of that morale is the greatest enemy against the Immortal Legion.

However, it could not be pushed. Because there was their father and their daughter in the city.

When they grind and wipe their swords in front of the temple that comes every day.

Dojun stepped forward first.

“Huh?”

“The chief's guest? ”

“Wait! If you go ahead as you please..... ”

There was a dojo that sprayed everything that followed and shoved forward.

Whiick.

Once, I shake my hand in the air.

The magic of boiling intensity follows his hand and begins to draw a circle in the air.

One, two. Three...

Numerous doors emerged behind his back. The Mahal in the back and the Herdin in the front were just dumb and forced to look at them.

Ugh, through that door.

Kung!

The shadow of a mere day began to appear, ringing the earth.

After returning to its true master, the power of the Shadow Monarch was lost.

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