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Published at 8th of December 2023 08:48:10 AM


Chapter 78

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Kim Sung-chul said.

“These are called Seven Heroes.”

“What? Human beings overcome the trials of God. I can’t believe it. ”

“It is your freedom to believe and not believe. But let me tell you one thing. I am stronger than the sum of Seven Heroes. And haven’t you looked into me already? I guess you know what I’ve prepared. ”

Marrakech did not say yes or no.

He stood still and waited for the exhaustion of the purposeless anger that was swelling inside.

As always, time was the solution.

Marakia, who had quieted the inner flame, opened his mouth again in a little weak voice.

“How will you overcome disaster? The disaster will not be enough to stop you alone. ”

“There are five plagues. At least three of them can be reliably prevented alone. ”

Kim Sungchul In his calm voice, he talked about the plagues that are coming.

The first plague comes from the devil.

The Book of Catastrophes foretells that the Devil King of Demon will lead an unprecedented horde of men to the South Sea and burn everything.

The second plague comes from the past.

The Book of Catastrophes foretells that seven heroes who defeated the plagues of the past will appear in the Second Coming, this time as enemies of mortals, sowing grief, doubt, and death in the world.

The third plague comes from doubt.

Those who survived the devastated land where two plagues swept through, doubt each other and begin a war that will end when everyone dies.

From the fourth plague it is not transmitted.

Some people hear the advent of the gods or the vigor of the Balaur as the fourth plague, but no one knows the exact content.

Because in the last plague he saw, the fourth plague was written blank.

Perhaps the content of the plague is filled after some stage of the disaster.

“Solve half of the disasters alone? I’m very confident. ”

Marrakech was a cynical reaction.

Kim Sungchul continued to convince him.

“It is not so difficult for me. If only the Demon can deal with it, the rest will be solved by the sun. ”

However, Kim Seong-cheol’s words were not enough to turn the mind of Marrakech.

Marakia scoffed and questioned Kim Seong-chul.

“But the fourth plague? Or if the fifth plague can’t be solved by your own strength? ”

Kim Sungchul did not answer.

He knows that he must not open his mouth anyway from exclusion.

Marrakech got up from his seat laughing.

“If you have nothing to say, go take a rest. After a break, I will go to earth and destroy the kingdoms of men. Otherwise the insult of the insulted Nahaq will not be resolved. ”

Maracaia leisurely walked deep into the dungeon.

Perhaps he will keep his word.

He was already desperate and nothing to lose anymore.

Kim Sung-cheol’s eyes were deeply worried.

‘It’s really hard not to be able to do it with power.’

The remaining choices in his eyes seemed to be one.

A runaway Maracian kills with his own hands before going out.

It is the worst ending to the hard work and time so far.

It was when Kim Sung-cheol foresaw that failure.

A surprising figure (?) Stepped forward.

“There. New head! I have something to say! ”

Kim Sungchul Thought to restrain Bertelgia, the vague expectation that followed led him to watch the situation.

“Can’t you hear me? New head! I have something to say! ”

Bertelgia continued to shout.

Eventually Maracaia stopped and turned slightly.

“Books. My mouth is nasty. No matter how close you are to a human being, it’s good to know your subject. ”

A terrible black feather with a magical arrow flew toward Bertelgia after the end of his horse.

In the midst of the incident, Bertelgia froze and watched the magic arrows flying towards him.

But as the arrow was about to hit her, a wicked hand appeared and stopped Bertelgia.

It was Kim Sung-cheol’s steel forearm that stopped Bertelgia.

The magic arrow succeeded in piercing Kim Seong-cheol’s clothes, but was oxidized and disappeared when faced with his strong speculation and magic resistance.

Kim Sungchul whispered in a low voice to Bertelgia.

Bertelgia shook his body toward Kim Seong-chul once and said in a clear, undecided voice.

“Did you say you were just insulted Nahaq?”

Marrakech turned around and nodded with arms folded.

“Why do humans not care about their people so much that Nahaq’s pride is so precious?”

“Yes. Do you know what the Nakhites like you are in? ”

“What? What are you talking about? ”

As Marakia smirked with laughter, Bertelgia sweared off Kim’s forearm.

“Then follow me. Very good King of Nakha! ”

She escaped Kim Sung-chul’s arms and flew into the dungeon first.

‘This guy. Is that the recipe? ‘

Kim Seong-cheol’s eyes at the back of Bertelgia came to mind.

He immediately escorted her, following Bertelgia.

Marakia looked unwillingly, but Bertelgia’s words seemed to be disturbed.

Bertelgia guided Marrakech to a city of cave elves.

After seeing the messy and sullen cave elf city, Marrakech frowned.

“It’s a lower dwelling for a lower race. I will burn all these worms before I leave my Underworld. ”

He said that and made a high bird’s cry.

As the sound of the cool and high Nahaq resonated throughout, the cave elves trembled and feared.

Some cave elves flipped over like worms and bubbled in the mouth, while some cave elves shredded shit everywhere.

Maracaia enjoyed the fun of passing through the cities, forcing some of the cave elves to blow up on the spot.

Bertelgia did not say anything and led him to his destination.

There was a kennel.

Marakia leaned slightly in front of a large, unpleasant tent where feces of odor and rotten bloody smells at the same time.

“What is it here?”

Then came something in his eyes.

It was white feathers that decorated the tent.

They were small and less shiny, but similar to what Maracia knew.

Maracaia reached out and grabbed a feather in her hand.

‘This is… Nahaq’s Feathers… ?! ”

An ominous foreboding was heard.

Feeling creepy all over the body, Marakia stared inside the tent.

The low cries of birds, the sound of constant pounding of metal with beaks, and the sound of food-winged wings were mixed.

Marakia entered and saw the tent, while Kim Sung-chul and Bertelgia were watching.

The most noble tribe descended into the livestock of a lower race called slave.

Something that supported him in Maracaia collapsed.

After the rage of anger and shock rang out from inside the tent for a while, there was a shattering sound inside.

After a while, Maracaia came out of the tent with a different look.

Bertelgia sneezed.

“The spot…. It’s darker. ”

Maracaia’s spots were thicker.

Kim Sungchul was able to smell death from his body.

“What happened?”

Maracaia asked in a trembling voice.

“Your tribes perished with rituals for you, and those left behind became cattle as they were caught by the cave elves.”

“Livestock. It’s ridiculous. ”

Then a young Nahak crawled out of the tent.

Among the many white feathers, it was a Nahaq with rare blue feathers.

Marakia thought it was a kind of revelation.

And lifted up the young Nahaq and said:

“As long as I am, these Nahaq will once again be resurrected and will rise above the heavens.”

Marakia invented the Marble of Knowledge.

It was the crystal of knowledge that contained the language and vision of the Nahaq.

The bead was absorbed into the body of a young Nahaq with a blue plumage.

The blue Nahaq, screaming of the beast, shook his body once and stared at his surroundings.

Unlike before, he seems to have some intelligence.

But as soon as the young Nahak had intelligence, black spots began to spread like poisonous mushrooms in his body.

Kim Sung-chul muttered in a low voice.

“As soon as you escape from the livestock and become an intellect, the curse of annihilation is coming.”

The young Nahaq screamed with spots all over their body, and soon fell in their arms.

Marakia stood in a hurry and stared at the incredible eyes of the young Nahaq’s body in his hand.

“This is too harsh. Too much…

Maracaia failed to speak.

He knelt with the young Nahaq’s body.

In silence, Bertelgia spoke in a low voice.

“By the livestock the race is preserved…

Kim Sungchul Kneel walked towards Maracaia.

Marakia turned his head to feel Kim Sung-chul’s momentum.

His purple eyes had a drop of tears.

“Is this a disaster?”

asked Maracia.

“It is also a disaster.”

“So it is. Breaking all hope and leaving only cruel reality is the essence of disaster. ”

Kim Seong-chul replied.

“That is why I am going to destroy disaster.”

Arm Garaz appeared in Kim Seong-chul’s hand.

He wielded Arm Garaz, and the cloth covering the kennel flew away, revealing thousands of freed Nahaq hidden underneath.

The young and curious beasts ran out of the kennel and spread all over the place, when the cloth covering their vision disappeared.

The white feathers of the Nahaq showed interest in Marrakech.

The Nahaq fluttered immature wings and clung to Marrakech one by one.

Maracaia did not reject their touch.

Instead he got up and stood before them.

And he reached out to Kim Sung-chul.

“I believe in you. Human being. ”

Kim Sungchul Reached silently and grabbed Maracaia’s hand.

It was a hand that felt warm like a human.

“What is your name?”

asked Maracia.

“Kim Sung-chul. That’s a strange name. But it will be easy to remember. ”

Marakia looked around the young Nahaq and looked back at Kim Seong-chul.

“Ask my race.”

Kim Sungchul nodded.

Maracia closed her eyes.

His remaining wing covered his upper body, and soon his body began to shine brightly.

By burning up the vitality of life, he began to change the enormous power in his body into a substance.

Marakia, shrouded in dazzling light, extinguished and replaced

A fist-sized orb was placed with a large egg mixed with black and white energy.

Kim Sungchul first picked up a large egg.

It was a black egg.

As soon as I picked it up, a faint smile came to my mind.

“Some Nahaq heard the legend that at the time of death, they could be returned to their eggs like phoenixes.”

Bertelgia spoke from the side.

Kim Sungchul Carefully placed the egg in the Soul Warehouse and then lifted the orb next to it.

Marakia’s will.

Kim Sungchul bowed his head and gave an example to Marakia, adding strength to the hands of the soul.

Then the Orb was broken and the power contained in it was sucked into Kim Seong-chul.

The characters covered the eyes in the light.

[Your power is stronger than your successor, so your power is not inherited. ]

[Agility is not inherited because your agility is stronger than your successors. ]

[Your health is not inherited because your health is stronger than your successor. ]

After unexpected things went through, I remembered Kim’s text.

[The heir of the heir is inherited by you. ]

[The successor’s intuition is passed on to you. ]

After the ritual of succession, Kim Sungchul opened the status window.

A pure stat window that excludes everything that’s covered by the environment.

Strength 999+ Agility 853 Stamina 801

Magic 323 Intuition 334 Magic Resistance 621

Will 502 18 18 Charm Will

Surpassed 300 horsepower and intuition.

It broke through 300, called the wall of superman at once.

Variables that became possible immediately came to mind before Kim’s eyes.

But there is work to be done before that.

“Take good care of these Nahaq. If I can’t hear the Nahak’s cry when I come back here, it will be the day when your people will come to annihilation. ”

In front of the elders of the cave elves issued a mixed order of Kim Sungchul warnings.

The cave elves, who had already experienced his divine power, had no choice but to hold their heads in front of Kim Seong-chul.

Kim Sungchul returned to the kennel before leaving the Underworld.

In front of the kennel there were rubble left over by Maraciah.

An unwelcome guest was there.

But Abyss action was strange.

The flowing monster stood in front of Maracian rubble and watched the scene.

There was no moving even after watching for a long time.

The monster gazed freely into the land where Maracaia had disappeared like a statue.

Kim Seong-cheol and Bertelgia left.

“What was it like?”

Bertelgia glanced in the lift to the ground.

The salty wind from the earth came in strong.

The hem and hair shook violently, and Bertelgia screamed briefly and hid behind Kim Seong-chul.

A single line of light, hidden in the dark, stabbed Kim’s eyes.

Kim Sungchul Speaking in a calm voice, sweeping the hair down.

“Maybe he’s like me.”

The roar of familiar demons came from far away.




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