King of Shadows - 597 00597 Devastation

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Deepest in the Palace of Azatos. Nilatotheb reaches the throne of chaos that only the Chosen One can reach. The ‘Black Shadow’ sitting on the throne of chaos changed in succession. The black shadow, which was not shaped, was honored by many.

It was the only thing there was. Primitive chaos, the ultimate god, the king of all things. Stupid, stupid father. His name was Azatos. Although he became imperfect, his abilities did not go anywhere.

“Ha, ha… Is this it?” ”

Nialla Totep, who sits at Azatoth’s feet, speaks at last. Once pierced, it doesn’t return. But maybe it’s because it’s a place where Azatos’ power is expressed. The time to go to death was a little slower.

It was then that Nialla Totep noticed the appearance of someone.

“Hey, you look ridiculous.”

Niall totep looks at the face of the person who shouldn’t be here and bursts into elasticity.

“Anonymous… sir?”

“What’s wrong with your face? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

It wasn’t. It really was. At the end of the World Power War, the last eight people were destined to return to the swamp of Ubo Satlla.

“How did you get here?”

“Because it’s in my hands.”

Anonymously, you shake John Mezamalek’s crystal in your hand. However, Niall does not understand the flow, so he tilts his head. The crystal of John Mezamalek is in his hands.

“What are you talking about? It’s in my hand.”

“Really?”

Why are they arguing even though this is happening? Nylatotep smiles bitterly, reminiscent of his situation. Reflexively rummaging through his arms, he raises the crystal of John Mezamalek.

However, John Mezamalek’s crystal did not shine. It was only then that Nilatotheb realized that there was nothing in his crystal, John Mezamalek.

“When did you take it… Tingu?” ”

Nialla Totep’s tone changed roughly. His image, which had always been honored, disappeared everywhere.

“You gave it to me. Have you already forgotten?”

“It can’t be…”

There was only a moment when John Mezamalech’s crystal left his hand.

“The Mysterious King.”

“Now you remember.”

“So what I took was a fake?”

“That’s right.”

Nialla Totep is out of her mind. I only heard one word, but I felt dizzier than ever.

It felt like I was in a strange world. The information and memories that he had known so far seemed to be distorted. It couldn’t have happened. There was only one person in the universe who could deceive him completely.

I should have known when I stepped foot in Azatos’ palace. The existence of anonymity was judged. It was no exaggeration to say that they were separate beings. The depths of the abyss lie within him.

Can one being change so quickly? Or has he been lying to himself all this time? Niall totep’s slow mouth opens as he ignores the growing frustration of biting his tail.

“Are you sure you are ‘The Anonymous’?”

“If that word means me, yes. I was right.”

Nialla totep’s eyes deepened even more. The description was unfriendly. And ambiguous. Otherwise, anonymity opens its mouth again.

“But it’s not the right name. The word” anonymous “can’t be a name. Still, anonymous. I’m advertising with a different name.”

Anonymous. No name, not a good word to point to an object It seemed like it was left on purpose.

“In other words, my name is blank. He claimed to be anonymous because it could be anything, and it couldn’t be anything.”

“…”

“So I want to put the name ‘Azatos’ on it. What do you think?”

“Wha…?”

Nylatotep breathes heavily without even knowing it.

“That’s not funny. How can you be a father?”

“Then I’ll ask the opposite. How could I have noticed you? There’s no one who knows the details.”

“You are from the body of your father. There’s nothing strange about knowing.”

“But you know what? Wouldn’t it be ideal for me to have no information about you if I told you I was made to kill him? It’s a waste to have unnecessary information for a disposable hand.”

“It’s a lot to put in.”

“Not really. So let me ask you one more question. Is there really an imperfect mind?”

An imperfect mind, it was an error in Azatoth’s body over many years.

“Of course. Otherwise you wouldn’t be out in the world.”

“Isn’t it strange that the mind without self and self has created a complete being like me? That’s the crucial clue that proves I’m Azatos. Why didn’t the imperfect mind move when it was so active that it created something else? Another thing. You probably couldn’t find my mind in Ubo Satlla’s swamp. Of course I am, because I’m doing so well.”

“Stop, stop! Don’t tempt me.”

Nilatotheb growls ferociously as he rises from his seat. The more I listened, the closer I heard the anonymous words. Have you lost your mind? Is anonymity crazy too? As things got more complicated in his head, Niall told him nothing.

I liked that now. In the beginning, anonymous words could never become reality.

“Okay, here’s the deal. Why don’t you take some time to prove that I’m not Azatos?”

“You’re crazy.”

Anonymous suggests a question, but Nialla Totep is cold. However, the anonymity of Nialla Totep’s response was unquestionable.

“Don’t you think it’s strange that I’ve had an arsenal? The power to make Azatos look like Azatos, what a lookout it is. It’s a little suspicious, don’t you think?”

“Do you still want to argue? Yeah, let’s say. But as a result, you have given away the Bow. Am I wrong? I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Do you really think I gave it to you?”

“Then how do I interpret it?”

“Do you think the innards were an ‘important ability’ to me? You can make as many of those as you want.”

In his mind, Nilatotheb had no choice but to receive an anonymous message. It’s because I felt like I was talking to Azatos.

“How do I explain my father’s trail?”

“It’s literally a trail. You use it a lot, don’t you? I give you the power to grow the board and lead the way. Unfortunately, I was perceived differently than I intended because my last one looked like that.”

“Ha, let’s say. But it’s not enough to pretend to be dead. It’s not enough to scatter your power and spend your time in vain. Why does it show up like this?”

Anonymous eyes sank deeper. Nylatotep’s gaze is breathless. I couldn’t move a finger because of the overwhelming sensation beyond recognition.

“Because it’s time. All I ever wanted was an enemy.”

“Hostiles,” huh? ”

“Yes, an opponent. Someone stepped on my plan. Heheh. You made me like this, too. Let me tell you something else.”

“… Are you talking about Han Si-hyun?”

“Yeah, who else would it be?”

Anonymous loved the heretics and variables fiercely. Even the name Almighty surpassed my expectations. All of this was a result of pushing yourself to the limit for pleasure and fun. To him, it was no exaggeration to say that the existence of Han Si-hyun was a miracle product.

Until now, such beings have emerged and collapsed. Traceable strongmen were born from all over the universe. But he was the only one up here.

Niallatothep was unable to speak.

“So I spent a lot of years hoping for absolute existence.”

Blood flowed from both eyes. My body could not endure the emotional outburst. The anonymity of Niallatotheb’s reaction shakes his head.

“Just playing. Don’t get too worked up. You know how funny it is to have meaning for every action, right?”

“This is what you play…?”

“That’s right.”

Azatoth’s head turns, following the eyes of the unknown. The two were moving as if they were one body. The body that had not been frozen for a long time was moved, and the ultimate chaos shook.

In front of the Maelstrom of Destiny, Niallatotheb was powerless. The truth that I searched for was before my eyes, but he couldn’t accept it.

But anonymity was brutally confessed. He approaches the ear of Nilatotheb, who denies reality, and whispers.

“This is my dream. I’m hoping that something fun will happen. You’re just slaves moving to fulfill my endless desires.”

With his head held high, Nilatotheb saw a vast world through anonymity. Born and raised in a three-dimensional space, he could never understand it. I couldn’t say. Mixed inside and out, the concept of ups and downs disappeared. unless it can be reached. Unreachable boundaries. The roots underlying Azatoth were not here.

Nialla Totep understood. No, I understood. I didn’t want to, but I learned a cruel truth-real. Everything is a setup set by Azatos.

I could see why Ubo Satla was corrupted. Realizing that reality was not reality, and destroying everything became an incarnation of despair. Everything was fiction and fiction anyway. When I see myself spinning like a cog in there, I have to break it.

“Ah, ah… ah, ugh, ugh… ha…”

I knew I had to say something, but I couldn’t lose my mouth. Everything he’s done so far has been for nothing. No, it was no more than a lie or less. It was probably going to be. Whatever you have done, whatever you have done, it has all been a setup.

“I didn’t want to see it like this, so I decided to stop. Even in my dreams, when I react like that, my dreams get wild.”

“Are you really my father?”

“I told you.”

“But I can’t admit it. You can’t be my father. It’s my will that I’m here. It’s nobody’s idea.”

“I don’t care if you think so.”

Nylatotep was frustrated by Azatoth’s declaration of anonymity. It was a sense of helplessness. It was not his power that scattered chaos and chaos throughout the universe. It was just a setup given by Azatos.

“Why did you make me?”

“Because I can. You need more than that?”

I guess I’ve been trying to find this thing. Nylatotep stares at Azatos, smiling in vain. He abandoned his love and admiration for Azatos to make the situation more intuitive. And with that feeling, I made Alto.

Despite his desperate choice, Niall believed in his choice until then. But what’s the result? Unfortunately, all he received from Azatos was contempt and ridicule.

Did Azatos really care about himself? Did he really like Azatos? Is this another part of Azatos’ dream? I thought meeting Azatos would solve everything. However, it was not joy and joy that filled Nialla Totep’s heart, but boiling anger.

Nialla Totep was able to know her heart. All this time, I’ve been searching for Azatos to avenge him.

Niall knew best that Azatoth was immortal. He unconsciously turns away because he didn’t want to admit Azatos abandoned him. But I couldn’t do that anymore.

Nylatotep, smiling crazily, vomits the words he’s kept deep in his heart so far.

“I hate you, Father.”

“I know.”

“I hate you, Father.”

“I know that.”

Nialla Totep wanted to say one more word, but she couldn’t. His mouth stopped moving. The body reached its limit, and the mind reached the mucous membrane. All that remained of him was death. The end of a long, long journey is such a hopeless death. Niallatotheb could not close his eyes until the moment of his death.

There is fate, there is reason, and there is no way to resist it. Azatoth closes his eyes and turns away.

“I’ll set you free for the last time. At least I won’t fall into Ubo Satlla’s swamp.”

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