The World of Masks

Desert Night is the best place to show people if you can tolerate the cold and barren environment. There is no artificial light that illuminates the light and no clear source of pollution, so you can see the beautiful night sky without filtering.

But even if it is a sight that will never be seen again, it must have meaning to see, to admire and to enjoy. Abdullah had no time to watch the beautiful view of the moon and stars as the Milky Way flowed.

Puang!

Once again, the sand splashes. Wherever Abdullah steps, sand is scattered backwards, making a loud noise. It seems like the screams of suffering, or the joys of joy.

But for Abdullah, it was nothing but screaming and cheering. Sandy terrain is uncomfortable for people to walk. The obvious was holding Abdullah's ankle.

I hit the ground with my foot again. The body goes straight ahead. But compared to the speed on the plains, it was the blood of a bird's paw. All the power to transform into thrust has been stripped away. But I couldn't speed it up any more. Still, if you scatter more sand, and you scatter it higher, you're like, "I'm here!" It's the same as advertising.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!"

I keep swearing with my mouth. It was a single word, but there was no problem expressing Abdullah's heart at all.

"How the hell did they know!"

It was full of emotions, but the voice was very small. I was frustrated that I couldn't even play a sound without relief.

All I can think of is that Charles Lemington had a sneak attack and smelled something.

Philips said quietly. But his feelings were not good. It seemed like something heavy was pressing down on my chest.

"Yes, Charles Lemington! If it hadn't been for that bastard, none of this would have happened!"

The business card of being the most powerful superpower is not a decoration. With only 20 superpowers left, Abdullah was confident enough to face them alone. But it wasn't Charles Lemington.

What are you going to do now?

Even if it wasn't the question of the Philips, Abdullah's mind was swiftly spinning. Should I use another hideout? Or should we move to another area? It was also a way to grip it and entrust it to Fabio.

"Let's go to another hideout and think. Right now, we need to get out of here."

Sure. Definitely the nearest hiding place · · · · · · ·.

At that moment, a fierce light flashes through the desert, where the moonlight and starlight were the only glimmers.

Krrrrrrrrr!

The air cries. The wind stops and the sand trembles. A meteor-like light dropped down near Abdullah from afar.

Puang!

The sand around you explodes. In the aftermath, the grains of sand bounce back and forth, creating a huge pit. Abdulla instinctively covers his face with his puffy clothes.

Thief! Thief! Thief!

The sand strikes his clothes and falls.

"Found it!"

It sounds like I've found a lover who's been separated. Abdullah, however, was not pleased with him at all. I frowned and lowered the sleeve that covered my face.

He was there.

A neatly styled head that has just been tangled up again by the chase. Creepy blue eyes shining through the darkness. Through the moonlight that poured down, he was like a judge.

"Charles Lemington."

Abdullah mutters in a chewy voice. But there were certainly feelings of distress and embarrassment buried there.

"How did you know I was here?"

I don't remember leaving any traces. But Charles found him running.

"I didn't know. That's why I searched the area."

Abdullah's gaze rises.

Search them all? Is that possible? '

Even though Abdullah couldn't keep up with the scattering sand, Abdullah ran straight in a straight line with his strong body. It was hard to believe that he had uncovered himself in an unconscious way, even though he wasn't hiding.

"Abdulla.If he's telling the truth, I don't think he's getting away with it this time.

Do you know something? '

"Look under his feet.

Abdullah looks away, as instructed. There was definitely a difference. Unlike the sandy ground Abdullah treads on, Charles' feet are covered in something shiny and firm.

Glass.

Glass?

Yes, it was transformed by the intense heat of the electric shock.

What does that have to do with anything you say? '

When Charles showed up earlier, the lightning bolt must have made that glass. Abdullah, however, has yet to associate the words of the glass with the words of the Philips.

Simply put, he is free to wield power enough to ride lightning.

Lightning bolt? '

Riding? Literally like riding a car or an airplane?

Abandon the escape. There's no escaping the lightning.

"Damn it!"

You kick the sand from the ground. The peculiar feeling of purity ridiculed him. Abdullah looks at Charles, his face distorted.

"So, the escape route was cut off? All right, tough guy. Let's have a fight."

Abdullah clenches his fist tightly.

It's been a while since I've been up here. I've lived a long life away from guns and gunpowder. It's been literally decades of combat. Heat is elevated and blood vessels are pulsating. Abdullah's eyes settle steadily.

"You're Abdullah Sarippi, right?"

Unlike Abdullah, who is openly preparing for battle, Charles' face is comfortable.

I took a picture out of my chest and compared it to Abdullah in front of me.

But the tension in the body remained the same. I could go into battle at any time.

"Yes, that's right. What, you need an introduction now?"

Abdullah killed him, but Charles didn't mind.

No, I don't need it. All we're asking is whether you have God or not.

That's not what Charles said. A voice that resonates directly in the same head as the Philips. However, I have heard God's voice many times, but this is the first time I have heard it. Abdullah was able to guess who it was.

'Ueron.'

The Lord of the Other World. The one who led the other gods, including the Philips.

Long time no see, Ueron.

"Yes, it was you, Philips.

Ueron mutters indiscriminately.

Let me ask you, are you being exploited by that human? You're against it, and you're asking me if he's wrestling for his own desires.

It was my last hope. The same hope that my countrymen would have come to their senses differently than when they were in their world, yet they would only be exploited by meeting evil contractors.

But that hope was shattered without cause.

What nonsense are you talking about? Our gods are those who must rule and serve man. It's another world, but it's no different. I don't understand any more of your gods, including you.

· · · · · · · Yes.

I expected, but I couldn't have been shocked. Ueron barely spoke.

Thinking of changing your mind?

Hmph!

I can't help it.

Ultimately, Ueron gave up his people. No, maybe it was their destiny when they crossed the walls of this world.

"What kind of god is Pirips?"

God of adventure and travellers.

"You're healthy for a dirty criminal god, aren't you?"

Charles is dead.

You haven't taught your contractors how to speak properly, Mr. Ueron.

Only your trashy contractors.

The two gods began to speak harshly. He used to be an ally, but now he's just an enemy.

Charles clenches his fist.

Phage!

The spark splashes and the air starts to cry. The dark night sky flashed.

Capture as much as you can, Charles. Your attack could have killed Abdullah Sarippi, but it couldn't have caught him. Even if you kill Abdullah Sarippi here, the Pirips will belong to another human being.

"You've become more difficult."

Charles grunts and recalls Ueron's words.

"Fine, I'll arrest you and throw you in jail!"

"Do it if you can!"

Abdullah shouts loudly.

You stomp on the ground and rush at Charles. Charles reaches out without hesitation.

Kuang!

A thunderstorm strikes. A blue lightning spear pierces Abdullah like a god's judgment. My clothes were crumbling and the smell of burning meat spread. Burns were engraved on Abdullah's body. My whole body was covered in steam. It looks terrible just looking at it.

But Abdullah does not stop.

Whoo-hoo!

Abdullah reaches out his hand. A powerful strike. A wave sounds. Charles barely twists and avoids.

"Oops!"

Charles was embarrassed. I used my power to avoid killing him, but I still get lightning flashes. But Abdullah has broken through the lightning without a care. The stench of burning stinks Charles' sense of smell.

Abdullah extends his other arm. This was the capital. It was no different from a sharp blade by a superpower.

Charles, who has lost focus, barely throws his arm out.

At the same time, lightning flashed throughout the body. I have raised the output considerably this time.

Kuaang!

A storm of lightning strikes the surrounding area. The blue one shreds everywhere and greedily slashes its master's enemies.

Phew!

A strong fist slaps Charles on the cheek. At that moment, the sky pinged. What Charles barely saw was a second punch flying into his abdomen.

Rrrrgh!

"Cough!"

My insides are ringing. The pain wrapped around my whole body.

Charles desperately steps back.

Whoo-hoo!

The third blow hits your head straight through.

Charles' back gives me goosebumps. The power of the strike was different from what it had been until now. If I'd been hit, I'd have been smashed like a broken melon.

I got down to the ground some distance away. I grabbed the boat with one hand. The pain is heavy enough to breathe. The blood rushes up from my throat.

'Dammit, what happened?'

It is hard to imagine that even if you weaken your strength, you will be able to penetrate the sea of current. Charles stares at Abdullah. His eyes widened.

Abdullah, who fought the lightning with authentic intent, was badly burned through his body. It was already carbonated and even scattered.

It was disappearing. The disappearance grew larger and bigger, and the slaughter grew everywhere it burned. The boiling blood resurfaces and starts spraying power on the body.

"Tsk!"

Abdullah spits. His body returns to a completely original state, with the exception that the clothes he was wearing were missing.

"You were the master of regenerative abilities."

Charles realizes why Abdullah was able to attack himself in a situation where his whole body was being decayed.

What a nuisance.

"You couldn't have known what the Pipps were capable of?"

Charles grumbles because the two hits are pretty bony.

I don't know. We can't fully predict what our abilities will look like to superpowers. I told you that even with my powers, there can be superpowers that don't manifest themselves in the form of lightning.

Nidelbad, who was looking for Natia, was also concerned about whether or not the Seohyun, who used the power of light, possessed Natia.

"Tsk!"

Charles kicks his tongue.

I looked around. There were several sore spots.

'It's possible to go into combat, but it's hard to move with power.'

In my mind, I consider my condition and prepare to emit lightning again.